#and confident of hippolyta all to antiope

[thenotoriousscuttlecliff]

When they come to do a live action reboot of Wonder Woman they need to remember that Diana has two mothers.

[gotstabbedbyapen]

Do you have headcanons about Ares and his daughters the Amazons? Otrera is my favourite mortal lover of Ares. You can also include Artemis too, since she is also their patron god. No pressure though

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There isn't much I can find about why Otrera would build a temple for Ares, so I'm gonna assume the temple was a gift she made for her godly lover for making her the queen of the Amazons. Most of the time it's the gods who showered their mortal lover with gifts, but ya girl Otrera was one of the few who was very reciprocal.

Ares and Otrera's daughters were personally trained by their father. Ares would dramatically fake his defeat when combat-training with his children to boost their confidence, similar to how big cats would pretend to be scared at their cubs' ambush to encourage them.

Ares asked Artemis, the Patron of Hunters herself, to teach the Amazons in archery. He cared a lot about his daughters' training program and only wanted the best teachers for them. For her teaching and assisting, Otrera built a temple for Artemis as an act of gratitude.

Through their time spent training the Amazons, Ares and Artemis grew closer than ever and finally fully forgave each other for their not-so-happy childhood together. Artemis even promised that her virgin hunters would be a trusting ally for the Amazons whenever they need.

When Otrera passed away, Hippolyta succeeded her mother's position as the new leader of the Amazons. On Hippolyta's coronation, Ares gifted her the magic girdle as a symbol of her queenship.

However, father Ares took the "you did nothing wrong and I love you for it" to an extreme in his parenting. Because of his overly indulgence, his children can become too arrogant for their own good. Although the Amazons, blessed by their father, were fierce warriors who vanquished and conquered many lands, they might underestimate many formidable opponents like other Greek heroes, and that would lead to many of their tragedies.

Ares had a deep hatred for Theseus and Heracles for attacking his Amazon daughters. In Heracles' ninth labor, he sailed to retrieve Hippolyta's girdle, which resulted in a war between Heracles' crew and the Amazons that may or may not be ignited by Hera.

After the conflict, Heracles and Theseus successfully defeated the Amazons, stole the magic girdle, and even abducted Antiope, a sister of Hippolyta and Penthesilea. With their Ares' guidance and support, Hippolyta and Penthesilea led the Amazons to storm Athens and rescue Antiope, leading to the Attic War.

Unfortunately, the Amazons were once again defeated. Antiope was killed by Theseus, and Penthesilea accidentally killed Hippolyta. Having lost two wars and two sisters, Penthesilea was wrecked with survival guilt. Ares was there to be her safe haven as she screamed and cried her heart out from pain, even though the god wasn't in the best state either after two consecutive deaths of his daughters.

When one of his Amazon daughters died, Ares would mourn and honored her greatly. Something something the god of war who excited with bloodshed cried for the bloodshed of his kin.

When Penthesilea declared she would join the Trojan War to die an honorable death and repent for not being able to save her sisters, Ares was heart-broken. He didn't want to lose his remaining daughter, but upon seeing Penthesilea's unmovable determination, he eventually let her go.

And when Penthesilea died as well, Ares finally broke. I think this excerpt capture his grief better:

Then Ares' heart was thrilled with grief and rage for his child [Penthesileia] slain. Straight from Olympus down he darted, swift and bright as thunderbolt terribly flashing from the mighty hand of Zeus, far leaping o'er the trackless sea, or flaming o'er the land, while shuddereth all wide Olympus as it passeth by. So through the quivering air with heart aflame swooped Ares armour-clad, soon as he heard the dread doom of his daughter. - Quintus Smyrnaeus, "Fall of Troy"

[goldentrvths]

❝ if  it  means  interfering  in  an  ensconced,  outdated  system,  to  help  just  one  woman,  man,  or  child...  i  am  willing  to  accept  the  consequences. ❞ ― 𝐰.𝐰.

( okamoto tao. 5000+ / appears 32. she/her. cisfemale. ) are you a HERO ? something tells me that making war look like an artform, holding the weight of the world on well equipped shoulders & a sword secured between one's shoulder blades makes you who you are, DIANA PRINCE. with the powers of AMAZONIAN / OLD GOD HYBRID PHYSIOLOGY, you're sure to have a compassionate, opinionated personality      and you definitely belong to UNAFFILIATED. were you listening to MY WAY by PVRIS on your way to the subway ? it suits you. we can't wait to see what you do next ! 

𝐢. 𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 !

birth  name, artemida  ( Αρτεμίδα ), or  diana  of  themyscira aliases, wonder  woman, diana  prince, god  killer, knight  eternal, truthqueen,  princess  of  themyscira place  of  birth, themyscira date  of  birth, unknown age, 5000+  but  appears  32 race, amazonian  old  god  hybrid gender, cisfemale pronouns, she/her orientation, pansexual  &  panromantic affiliation, justice  league,  justice  league  dark,  amazons  of  themyscira, wonder  men, the  human  race  in  general wiki, link family ( oh  god, here  we  go ), zeus ( father ), hippolyta ( mother ), poseidon  &  hades ( uncles  on  father’s  side ), hestia  &  demeter ( aunt  on  father’s  side ), athena  &  artemis ( half  sisters  on  father’s  side ), ares,  hephaestus,  apollo,  hermes &  dionysus ( half  brothers  on  father’s  side ), antiope  &  menalippe ( aunt  on  mother’s  side ), hercules  &  achilles ( brothers  on  mother’s  side )

𝐢𝐢. 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 !

face claim, okamoto tao height, 178cm ( 5′10 ) eye colour, dark brown hair colour, dark brown that can pass as black notable features, tall stature, confident and poised posture, gentle eyes, an aura that makes one feel instantly safe

𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 !

positive  traits, compassionate,  outgoing,  extroverted,  curious,  open  minded negative  traits, highly  competitive,  opinionated,  stubborn mbti, enfj ( the  protagonist ) enneagram, type  2 ( the  helper ) moral  alignment, neutral  good

𝐢𝐯. 𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 !

AMAZONIAN  OLD  GOD  HYBRID  PHYSIOLOGY, as  the  daughter  of  the  king  of  the  gods  and  the  queen  of  the  amazons, she  was  gifted  with  many  abilities.  such  as  the  following;

SUPERHUMAN  STRENGTH, diana  possesses  incredible  superhuman  strength  which  makes  her  the  second  strongest  member  of  the  justice  league,  second  only  to  superman.  she  can  also  use  her  superhuman strength  to  increase  how  high  and  how  far  she can  jump.

SUPERHUMAN  DURABILITY, her  skin,  bones  &  muscles  are  much  denser  than  that  of  any  human  or  other  amazons. she  has  survived  fights  that  would  otherwise  be  considered  life  threatening  to  anyone  else.

SUPERHUMAN  SPEED, she  is  able  to  think,  react,  run  &  move  at  superhuman  speeds. according  to  the  flash,  she  is  able  to  keep  up  with  him  at  his  regular  cruising  speed  but  not  at  his  top  speed.

SUPERHUMAN  REFLEXES, her  reflexes  are  far  beyond  that  of  even  the  finest  of  human  athletes.

SUPERHUMAN  AGILITY,  DEXTERITY,  BALANCE  &  COORDINATION, once  again,  all  of  these  things  are  far  beyond  that  of  even  the  finest  of  human  athletes.

SUPERHUMAN  STAMINA, diana  is  able  to  last  a  great  amount  of  time  in  any  fight.  she  doesn’t  tire  as  her  body  doesn’t  produce  lactic  acids  in  her  muscles.

ENHANCED  SENSES, all  her  senses  were elevated  to  a superhuman  level  thanks  to  the  goddess  artemis.

FLIGHT, gifted  to  her  by  the  messenger  god  hermes,  she  possesses  the  ability  to  fly  at  high  speeds.

ACCELERATED  HEALING  FACTOR,  diana  is  able  to  heal  from  injuries  in  a  matter  of  minutes  or  hours  depending  on  how  sever  they  are.  she  is  also  immune  to  toxins,  poisons  &  diseases.

IMMORTALITY,  diana  cannot  age  past  her  prime  and  has  maintained  her  beauty  &  abilities  for  more  than  five  thousand  years.  she  has  been  present  in  “man’s  world”  since  world  war  I  &  is  the  oldest  member  of  the  justice  league.

DIVINE  ENERGY  GENERATION,  as  the  daughter  of  zeus,  she  has  incredible  control  over  the  supernatural  divine  energy  of  the  old  gods  which  she  usually  channels  through  her  bracelets  of  submission.  when  she  clashes  her  bracelets  together  or  against  something,  she  release  a  large  spherical  blast  of  powerful  orange  (  or  sometimes  white  hot  )  energy.

MAGIC  MANIPULATION, she  is  able  to  manipulate  magic  based  on  the  old  gods’  ways.

SHROUDING  SPELL, she  is  able  to  mimick  the  spell  her  father  placed  over  themyscira.  she  is  able  to  produce  an  arcane  veil  that  can  make  objects  imperceptible  to  everyone,  even  the  old  gods.

LIGHTNING  CHANNELING, as  the  daughter  of  zeus,  diana  has  some  degree  of  power  over  divine  lightning. such  was  seen  when  ares  shot  bolts  of  lightning  at  her  but  she  caught,  absorbed,  and  redirected  them  at  him.

𝐯. 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒𝐄𝐓 !

AVIATION,  she  is  an  expert  at  flying  planes  and  the  like.

TACTICAL  ANALYSIS,  diana  is  able  to  analysis  any  and  all  battles  to  come  up  with  the  best  possible  battle  plan.

MASTER  COMBATANT, she  was  trained  intensely  for  many  years  on  the  island  of  themyscira  before  she  came  to  the  world  of  man  in  combat  tactics  by  both  menallipe  &  antiope. she  is  a  master  of  a  variety  of  amazonian  martial  arts  as  well  in  the  use  of  her  bracelets,  lasso,  sword  &  shield.  she  also  knows  taekwondo, capoeira,  muay  thai  &  greek  wrestling,  and  is  also  versed  in  archery. she  is  the  strongest  out  of  all  the  amazonian  warriors.

SWORD  MASTERY, she  is  an  extremely  talented  swordswomen.

LASSO  MASTERY,  she  is  extremely  proficient  at  using  her  unbreakable  lasso  of  hestia.

EXPERT  ARCHER, despite  hardly  ever  using  a  bow,  as  she  prefers  close  contact  fighting,  she  is  still  extremely  talented  at  archery.

STEALTH  MASTERY,  diana  is  extremely  stealthy  as  seen  during  her  time  in  the  war,  being  able  to  notice  people  watching  her,  slip  away  without  notice  &  whenever  she  hacks  into  batman’s  security  with  ease.

GENIUS  LEVEL  INTELLECT, due  to  her  immortality,  diana  is  not  only extremely  intelligent  but  also  wise,  well read,  perceptive  &  sophisticated.  she  has  read  a  wide  array  of  books  both  back  on themyscira  &  during  her  time  living  in  the  world  of  man,  making  her  the  wisest  and  most  emotionally  intelligent  member  of  the  justice  league.  she  is  also  well  versed  in  the  use  of  technology  &  biomechatronics.

OMNILINGUAL,  she  is  fluent  in  every  human  language,  including  dead  languages  &  sign  language.

EXPERT  ANTIQUITIES  DEALER,  when  in  her  human  guise,  she  works  as  a  curator  for  the  depart  of  antiques  at  the  prestigious  louvre  museum  in  france.  she  specialises  in  greco  roman  antiques.

ARCANE  LORE  EXPERT,  she  possesses  a  vast  knowledge  and  skill  in  wielding  mystical  artefacts  and  arcane  lore.

EXPERT  SOCIAL  INTUIT,  thanks  to  her  immortality,  she  is  extremely  self  confident  in  social  settings. she  holds  the  admirable  traits  of  diplomacy  and  leadership,  making  her  someone  that  others  easily trust  and  feel  safe  around.

EXPERT  EQUESTRIAN,  like  all  amazonians,  she  is  an  expert  horseback  rider.

INDOMITABLE  WILL, she  has  tremendous  determination  and  will  power. she  refuses  to  give  up,  ever.

𝐯𝐢. 𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒 !

LASSO  OF  HESTIA, a  completely  indestructible  weapon,  the  lasso  forces  anyone  captured  in  it  to  obey  the  wielder’s  commands  &  tell  the  truth.

BRACELETS  OF  SUBMISSION,  something  all  amazons  wear.  they  are  nigh  indestructible  &  are  able  to  deflect  extremely  powerful  attacks.  only  diana  is  capable  of  using  them  to  generate  divine  energy  though.

SWORD  OF  ATHENA,  her  second  sword.  it  replaces  her  old  sword,  god  killer,  which was  destroyed  by  ares. it  is  equally  as  powerful  as  god killer.

EAGLE  SHIELD, her  second  shield,  replaces  her  old  shield  which  she  lost.  is  nigh  indestructible  and  can  deflect  power  attacks,  but  can  also  be  used  as  an  offensive  weapon.

𝐯𝐢𝐢. 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 !

what  were  they  doing  when  they  passed  through  the  portal ?

diana  was  working  at  the  louvre,  helping  to  escort  a  small  group  of  enthusiastic  students  through  the  ancient  museum  when,  once  again,  she  heard  whispers  of  a  fire  being  lit  at  the  pantheon  in  greece ― the  ancient  warning  fire  burning  once  more.  the  portal  appeared  just  as  she  was  passing  the  group  of  students  off  to  another  volunteer  at  the  museum,  and  it  was  then  that  she  knew  that  her  help  was  needed  not  in  her  universe,  but  in  another.  she  passed  through  it  without  much  thought  after  realising  that. 

where  are  they  living ?  are  they  living  with  anyone ?

diana  is  currently  living  in  a  luxury  apartment  in  midtown  manhattan.  it  has multiple  bedrooms  but  right  now,  it  is  just  her  living  there.  convenient  because  she’s  managed  to  land  a  job  as  a  curator  at  the  metropolitan  museum  of  art  whilst  she’s  here.

who  are  their  major  friends,  allies,  and  foes ?

major  friends, steve  trevor,  batman,  superman,  barry  allen,  victor  stone,  aquaman,  hippolyta,  donna  troy,  artemis allies, the  amazons,  justice  league, justice  league  dark,  wonder  men,  the  human  race  in  general foes, cheetah,  ares,  maxwell  lord,  steppenwolf,  lex  luthor,  doomsday , darkseid’s  elite

whose  hands  do  they  believe  the  country  should  be  in ?

the  people.  diana  has  always�� been  a  firm  believer  that  the  power  should  be  in  the  hands  of  the  people.  it  also  helps  that  she  sees  it  as  her  sole  duty  to  protect  the  human  race  from  anything  that  would  bring  them  harm,  even  if  that  being  is  sometimes  also  a  human.

what’s  their  current  mental  state  at ?  their  physical  state ?

as  always,  diana  is  at  peak  condition.  it  takes  a  lot  to  wear  her  out,  and  it  doesn’t  take  long  for  her  to  bounce  back.  she  is  here  &  she  is  ready  to  help  out  in  any  way  that  she  can.

𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 !

we  know  this  already  but  diana  absolutely  adores  children.  nothing  is  more  innocent  in  her  eyes  than  a  child  or  an  animal,  and  yes,  she  will  do  anything  to  protect  them.

with  this  in  mind,  since  moving  into  manhattan,  she  has  become  a  favourite  of  the  local  children.  a  tall,  pretty  woman  who  plays  sports  with  you  on  her  days  off  but  will  also  braid  your  hair  and  tell  you  the  most  mind  blowing  stories  ever  (  that  she  may,  or  may  not,  have  experienced  herself ) ?  talk  about  a win  win

the  spare  room’s  in  diana’s  apartment  have  been  converted  into  multiple  different  storage  rooms.  one  for  her  armour  &  weapons,  another  for  artefacts  she’s  found  and  is  currently  investigating  but  should  someone  need  a  place  to  stay,  she’s  more  than  willing  to  convert  said  rooms  into  bedrooms.

her  fashion  sense  outside  of  ~wonder  woman~  is  essentially  super  chic  &  fashionable,  almost  exclusively  in  high  heels,  silky  button  downs &  black  pants.  miss  thing  can  sprint  at  inhuman  speed  in  heels,  best  believe.  literally  just  think  of  the  coolest,  best  dressed  professor  at  your  uni  /  school,  and  that’s  miss  diana.

she  works  at  the  museum  but  since  coming  to  this  universe,  and  discovering  just  how  much  the  people  here  have  been  through,  she’s  become  increasingly  interested  in  psychology  and  therapy  because  diana’s  whole  thing  is  helping  people.  it’s  all  she  wants  to  do.

𝐢𝐱. 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 !

close  friends

unlikely  friends

best  friend

someone  /  people  who  look(s)  up  to  diana

someone  who  told  diana  about  what  happened  in  this  universe  /  is  helping  her  to  figure  out  what’s  going  on

someone  who  views  diana  as   a  mother  figure

a  roommate.  she  would  be  the  best  roommate  ever,  c’mon

antagonistic  relationships  pls

someone  who  has  a  crush  on  her ?  a  mutual  crush  would  also  be sexy

romantic  relationships in  general

just  throw  your  ideas  at  me !

[paladinwife]

The God and the Queen

Afflicted with feelings, Ares pursues a coy Hippolyta. ~2k words. Warnings for alcohol consumption and suggestive banter from Ares.

How strange that what should have been a burden to him instead filled him with warmth. 

He wasn’t sure what brought the sensation on. Perhaps he had annoyed Aphrodite, and she decided to curse him with the weakness of feelings. Perhaps her intentions were more benign and she simply wished for him to lighten up. Or, perhaps, she had nothing to do with it and he had brought the feelings on himself.

The object of his affection - the Amazonian Queen Hippolyta - had been in his sights for some time. As of yet he had been unable to speak to her, yet he observed her through the dark shroud of the underworld as she assisted in rescuing his kin time and time again. He had seen her, and the way she fights - the ferocity of her strike and the fire in her eyes. When she wiped the sweat from her brow, he felt almost mortal in the strangest, most exciting of ways. 

Still, he had yet to speak to her - an issue he intended to solve quickly. 

~~~

The plan was simple. He needed to speak to the queen, alone, without alerting her Amazon sisters to his presence. How better than to lure her in disguise?

In the form of a dog, he limped pitifully towards the queen. In truth, he was uninjured - but a convincing enough performance may persuade her regardless. Surely enough, she approached, following him while talking softly to him. He led her, slowly and carefully, to a clearing, and finally he dropped the guise.

“A pleasure to finally meet you, Queen Hippolyta.” He stood before her in all of his godly glory, his armor gleaming in the sun.

“Ares,” she responded, raising an eyebrow. “How did you know who I am?”

“I have kept a close eye on you.” His gaze was intense. “You are the one my sister sent to rescue my kin Zagreus, are you not? I’ve seen how you fight. I must thank you for the show.”

The queen looked even more puzzled. “Did you come all this way to compliment me on my fighting?”

“More than that.” The god of war stepped closer. “I wanted to finally speak to the woman whose work I have admired so much.”

The queen’s confusion turned to suspicion. “Just to speak to me?”

“I have a proposal of sorts.” The war god’s wicked smirk was enough to lure many women, but perhaps, not the queen. “I meant to court you. Get to know you better. Perhaps see some of that glorious skill up close.”

Hippolyta’s face no doubt reflected the wildly varying emotions she experienced in that moment. “You saw me fight and came all this way to tell me you’re interested in me?”

“That would be one way of putting it.” Ares’s calm demeanor did not falter at all.

“Well, Lord Ares.” Her look of shock faded and was replaced with a confident smile. “If I take you up on your proposal, you’ll have to win my interest fair and square.”

“That I will do, Queen Hippolyta.” And with that, the god was gone.

By all accounts, his pride should have been wounded. A mere mortal should have fawned and groveled at his divine feet. Still, he found himself even more interested.

~~~

“Queen Hippolyta!” Two Amazons rushed towards the queen, arms full of weapons. “We have a message!”

Hippolyta raised an eyebrow. “What is the message? And where did these weapons come from?”

The Amazons set weapon after weapon at her feat. A spear much like the queen’s own prized weapon, a bow that shone in the sunlight, and perhaps most notably, a saber with an eerie red tinge.

“An old man brought these. He said they were an offering to you.” One of the amazons explained.

“An offering? What old man?” The queen had picked up the sabre and was looking it over, scouring for any signs as to where it had come from.

“That’s not all. He said something about… a dog? That you had saved his dog or something like that?”

Hippolyta froze in recognition. That smooth bastard. Was this his game? 

“...Display them, if you please. Except for this saber. I plan on keeping it.” The other women gladly took the remaining weapons and left.

Once they were gone, the queen sighed, looking over the saber again. Of course he would.

~~~

Hippolyta had an idea. If he insisted on presenting her all of the gifts that he has, why shouldn’t she give one to him? 

She sought out the clearing, the same one where he had first revealed himself to her, a bottle of wine in hand - something fine enough for an Olympian, she thought, from her own personal supply. But would he accept?

She held up the bottle. “Lord Ares, I know you’re here, and I don’t intend on drinking this alone.”

Sure enough, the god himself appeared before her, eyeing her mirthfully. “Wine, you say? How gracious of you, Queen.”

Hippolyta’s smile was unmistakable, and it was not lost on Ares. “With all of your thoughtful gifts, I thought I should return the favor.” She opened the bottle and began pouring him a glass. “Surely the god of war himself appreciates a fine bottle of wine.” She handed him his glass, pouring her own.

“I hardly expected such gifts from you so soon.” He took a generous swig from the glass. “Though, I’ve never been given wine without a feast to enjoy it with.”

“What, is my company not enough? And here I thought you were interested in me.” She sipped from her own glass.

“Oh, it is more than enough.” He gave her an intense look. “Though allowing me to watch you train has been rewarding enough for me.”

She laughed. “I hardly share my wine with anyone, Lord Ares. Stay a while and enjoy it.”

“I couldn’t refuse your company, Queen.”

Wrapped in the solitude of the night and far away from the prying eyes of the other Amazons, the two continued their conversation until the bottle had been drunk dry. 

~~~

The queen once again knew something was amiss when she noticed an eagle in a nearby tree as she trained alone.

“Show yourself, Lord Ares,” she called, raising her spear. Sure enough, the eagle revealed itself as the war god himself, armor gleaming divinely in the high sun.

“I have a proposal for you, Queen Hippolyta.” He stepped forward, extending a hand to her.

“If it involves more gifts, it doesn’t need my approval, does it?” She looked at his hand suspiciously for a moment, before reaching her hand out to take it.

“Even better. I’m certain you remember King Theseus, the current champion of Elysium.”

The queen’s face reddened. “That bastard…”

He chuckled. “I see you do. And I’ve come to offer my assistance.”

“Assistance? How?” 

He laced his fingers with hers. “I intend to offer you my blessing for you to get your revenge on him.” Hippolyta opened her mouth to speak. “I know you can handle the champion alone. Consider it my endorsement.”

Hippolyta paused. “What’s the catch?”

“There is none.” He smirked a wicked, heart-rending smirk. “I simply wish to sit back and enjoy as you tear the king to pieces.”

The queen laughed. “I like the way you think. Fine, then. I’ll accept your help.”

“A wise decision, Queen.”

~~~

“Hey, Zag?”

Zagreus looked up. “Yes, Lyta?” The two waited outside of the arena in Elysium, the champion and his trusty bull companion awaiting them inside.

“It’s about the fight coming up. You focus on Asterius, alright? The king is mine this time.” She turned her spear in her hands, its unusual red glow going unremarked upon by the prince.

Zagreus raised his eyebrows in surprise, but he nodded. “He’s all yours, Lyta.” He had heard her feelings before, her unbridled anger over his kidnapping of her sister. Somewhere inside, he expected her to ask at some point.

He thought nothing of the serious look on her face, or how quiet she was as they entered the arena together. 

“Foul demon, I see you have brought the scourge of Athens to our fair arena again!” The voice of the king boomed, filling the space. 

“She’s not a-“ Zagreus was quickly cut off by the “scourge” herself.

“Listen here, king.” Her voice was as strong as her will. “We have unfinished business, and I plan on putting an end to it right here.”

“Ha!” The champion readied himself, lifting his spear. “I’d like to see you try, villain.”

“King, this is a bad idea,” Theseus’s bovine companion warned, but it was too late and lost on unlistening ears. Hippolyta wasted no time in charging Theseus, and for a moment Zagreus could have sworn he saw her eyes flash red.

Ares… it must have been. 

“Lord Ares!” She called, and her spear took on a reddish hue as she thrust it towards the king without hesitation or mercy.

“Sponsoring the scourge? How typical of you, Lord Ares!” Theseus cried, his pride wounded.

So it was Ares, Zagreus thought. Was that why he had been appearing more often? And why he had been asking about Lyta? Asterius’s charge shook him from his thoughts, and a last-second dodge narrowly saved him from injury.

“Face me, coward! You will pay for what you did to Antiope!” Her attacks were relentless, and each strike brought the characteristic red glow of doom. Her ferocity repeatedly drew the attention of a charmed Zagreus, who endured several near misses from his opponent.

As he focused himself on fighting Asterius, he couldn’t help but feel that the champion of Elysium was finally getting what he deserved, at the hands of his vengeful companion and Lord Ares himself.

~~~

“A beautiful job, my queen.” That evening, beneath the stars, Hippolyta was once again confronted with the god of war and his wicked smile. “Such passion behind each and every thrust.”

Hippolyta, coy as ever, pretended to not notice his innuendo. “Was it the vengeance you had hoped to see, Lord Ares?”

“Everything I had hoped for and more, Queen.” His hand cupped her chin, tilting it up. “How thrilling to see the champion defeated by your hand, and with my blessing.”

Hippolyta’s gaze was playfully defiant. “Did you come all this way to compliment me again?”

He drew her face closer to him with his hand. “Do you remember my proposition? How I wanted to romance you?”

“How could I forget? You haven’t left me alone since.” She placed her hand over his.

“You’ve certainly warmed up to me.” His hand moved to her cheek, his thumb rubbing careful circles. “I dare say it seems like you’ve fallen for me.”

“How arrogant of you, Lord Ares.” Her gaze turned towards his hand, her face tinged with pink. The god chuckled deeply.

“Have you ever thought about being a consort to a god? Most mortals would be honored.” His voice lowered to a husky whisper as he leaned his face in close to hers.

“Since when have you known me to be ‘most mortals’?” Her gaze met his again, her confidence building once again. Again, he chuckled.

“You’re right. I wasn’t looking for ‘most mortals’.” She could feel his breath on her skin, he was so close. “Then let me rephrase: will you have me, my queen?”

For a moment, they were silent. Only the sounds of Mother Night’s domain could be heard: the chirping of insects, the quiet rustling of branches in the breeze, mingling with the soft sound of his breath. 

The queen herself interrupted the stillness, not with words, but with a kiss. She closed the shrinking space between them, claiming his lips with hers. He reacted without hesitation, as if he had been waiting for her; one hand cupped the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair, and his other arm held her waist tight. The kiss was hungry, as if they had both held in their passion for too long and it all spilled out at once. Once he parted from her, Hippolyta was breathless.

“Should I take that as a yes, then?” Ares ran his fingers through her hair.

Hippolyta quickly recovered her confidence. “I’ll be your consort, Lord Ares. Just don’t get too cocky.”

His grin took on a kind of warmth unlike him. “I’ll behave, mostly.” He offered her his hand. “Now, shall I show you Olympus?”

Hippolyta took his arm instead. “No need to be so formal with me. Let’s go, together.” 

[bluejaywriter]

Anyway, here’s my How To Fix WW84 in 42 scenes (or less) list:

BTW, this is a very long post. It is a whole movie :P

1. Delete the first scene with the Amazons and have the opening credits be over the 80s montage. I KNOW, but trust me.

2. Mall robbery scene goes normally, but like... less clunky. And there’s a bop playing in the background because it’s the 80s.

3. When Diana comes back, she’s wearing her armor underneath her jacket; have a shot of her hanging it up in her closet, and pieces of the Golden Armor are displayed nearby. She has dinner by herself, and looks lonely. 

4. Diana meets Barbara, and it’s the same, but if she needs something “human”, how about she walks with a cane instead of being clumsy in heels because it may be 1984, but it’s also 2020 :P (also Rucka’s Rebirth run literally has her walking with a cane??) And a girlfriend

5. They bond over the FBI artifacts from the mall robbery, Barbara’s studying something that will be important on an expedition later (a map?), but it’s not like. Placement. It’s just buried in the list of things they’re looking at. Also Barbara is smart and also knows Latin and Diana is impressed.

6. They go to dinner (and there’s a bop playing in the background) and Barbara asks what made her get into archeology, and Diana is vague, and Diana asks what made her get into archeology, and Barbara is also vague, but says she’s always loved ancient civilizations and things. No one asks about anyone’s love life. :P

7. Diana walks Barbara home. Diana asks if she’s in pain (the cane), and she says no, and then it’s never mentioned again because it’s 2020. Also there are no drunk creeps, and no amiable homeless black guys, because… euuuurgh.

8. There’s a scene with another version of the map (or not a map), and a faceless somebody having a vague, Villainy conversation about it (and not Dr. Poison faceless, just... we don’t see their face, lol).

9. Barbara gets to work early and finds out she has to give a tour to Maxwell “The Oil Guy” Lord. This scene goes as normal, and he insists they both come tonight to the gala he’s hosting for the museum at his house. Diana thinks galas are stupid, but she plays along because she wants to keep Barbara away from Max she can tell Barbara wants to go she wants to protect Barbara.

10. Insert artistic shots of Diana’s office here. Basically ancient artifact porn. Show us the cool stuff, God.

11. Diana looks irritated/confused about something and is flipping through books (although computers did exist in 1984, right? Right?). Barbara comes in asking if Diana wants to go shopping for the gala, and Diana asks if she still has the FBI artifacts, and Barbara says yeah, why. Diana says she just wants to check something later, then they go shoe shoppingggggg

12. Diana does all the things the store attendant does. Dialogue, facial expressions, everything. Harold they’re lesbi—

13. Barbara asks if she wants to share a cab to the party, but Diana has to put out a wildfire or something, and says she’ll meet her there.

14. Action scene fire-putting out that somehow relates to a moment later in the movie. Diana can’t save a cat stuck in a tree

15. There’s a shot of Diana stepping out of the burning forest and looking out over the sea, and there are burning embers falling around her, and the sun is setting, and it’s beautiful dammit. And then she remembers she has a date, and she smells like a wildfire, and the music comes in because this was the best scene in the real movie.

15. Gala scene. Entrances and music are perfect, change nothing except man creeps are like… more subtle? And more insidious/Mr. Nice Guy, sure. Diana finds Barbara Ann, and she mentions that she hasn’t drunk/partied like this since college, because she’s a confident woman who can drink, dammit.

16. Pedro Pascal invites Barbara up for a drink, and Diana is prepared to come along uninvited, but there’s an invite for her, too.

17. The three main actors from this movie actually get to hang out together and bond like atoms because they have serious chemistry. Max is a bit of a douche at first, but he relaxes after a bit of goofing off. Diana asks him about the pictures on the wall of his son, and he says he’s the smartest boy in his school, and his goal every day is to make his son proud of him. Barbara Ann (who is slightly drunk) mentions that her father didn’t want her to become a scientist, and they swap horrible Dad stories for 45 seconds. 

18. Diana’s Horrible Dad Story: “My mother never told me his name.”

19. Pedro Pascal mentions that he’s putting together a team for a dig (Apparently they dug up some stuff while he was looking for oil) and he wants Barbara Ann to lead the expedition. 

20. Barbara Ann wants Diana in her team don’t we all. Pedro Pascal pretends to be surprised and delighted by this idea. There’s a shot of his happy face disappearing once the girls leave.

21. Diana goes to find the FBI artifact she’d been wondering about (it’s after the gala, so it’s dark in the museum), and it’s gone.

22. They fly to the dig, and everyone has their passports, and Kristen Wiig does not reprise her Bridesmaids airplane scene, but she can mention that it was nice of Max Lord to put them in first class. It’s also the 80s, so flying looks like whatever flying looked like in the 80s (more leg room? :P) Also, there’s a bop playing in the flying montage. 

23. They get to the dig (in a helicopter), and a bunch of diverse people introduce themselves, because we have to have diversity somewhere in here, it’s 2020.

24. Barbara Ann gets to work, and Diana goes exploring because she’s the main character and doesn’t need to work. She sees a temple/palace further up the island, and it looks like there’s smoke coming out of the courtyard, but she’s called back for dinner before she can go see. The other people tell her the building is abandoned.

25. Diana goes later that night to see, and it is abandoned and there’s lots of animal bones lying around and weird symbols on the walls and it’s creepy AF. But there are other things (pottery?) that remind her of Themyscira, and there’s a flash of a memory from an Amazon feast, and she sees Antiope laughing with a group of Amazons because we need a Robin Wright cameo, and then a hard cut to—

26. Barbara Ann comes to find Diana sitting on the edge of the cliff looking over the ocean, and she asks if she’s jetlagged too, and she says no, just homesick. She tells Barbara Ann that she grew up on an island, and after she left, she spent years trying to move on and assimilate into the new world, but she kept finding things that reminded her of her homeland, and she finally accepted that she should be proud of who she is and where she’s from. Barbara Ann says she should never be ashamed of her true self and then they kiss

27. In the morning, there’s a dig montage, and a bop playing in the background. Diana pretends that heavy things are heavy. They find Diana’s golden helmet and other scraps of the golden armor and a bunch of other stuff so then it’s not conspicuous, and then there’s a tsunami/hurricane, and the rest of the crew dies or evacuates or something. It’s dramatic, and Diana and Barbara almost drown, except Diana is Wonder Woman. 

28. The two of them end up heading up to the abandoned building for shelter, and it looks sturdy, and the animal bones are gone, which is weird, but it’s dry, so Diana tells Barbara Ann to sleep while she takes the first watch. Barbara Ann says this isn’t the worst night she’s spent on the job.

29. Diana falls asleep and has a dream of this building in its heyday, and there’s an Amazon feast, and Diana wanders through the dream looking sad, and Hippolyta stands up to give a toast and is shouting about their guest of honor, the Princess from—

30. And then Diana wakes up, Barbara Ann is gone, and it’s full daylight, and there’s no sign of the storm or their camp. Diana hears a sound and goes to investigate likes she’s in a horror movie or something, and it takes her to stairs that lead underground, and she realizes that the tunnels match the map from the FBI (this is too convenient, but whatever, this is the first draft okay :P).

31. Maxwell Lord is sitting on a folding chair (or a couch!) in the cave at the end of the tunnel, and he’s surrounded by animals in cages. Diana recognizes some of the animals from the bones she saw earlier, because why not. He says that he brought Diana and Barbara Ann here to settle some old scores. Diana thinks for a minute that he’s Ares or something, and he says not MY old scores. 

32. And then Diana is attacked by a Cheetah (why not), and she’s not wearing her armor, but she can fight in her indiana jones outfit, and it’s kind of a lame fight (dark, realistic, no slow-mo), and she re-cages the animal pretty easily, and THEN she’s surrounded by the blurriness like she’s dreaming (bad, but it’s the first draft, okay), and Eva Green’s voice says some villainy things about is this how she treats her friends and she’s just like her mother—

33. And then Diana realizes that Barbara Ann is the Cheetah, and there’s a montage of her falling into Circe’s trap and being turned into a Cheetah, and then a scene of Pedro Pascal’s son being kidnapped while they’re on rich people vacation and being turned into a gerbil, and transformations of a bunch of explorers and warriors from over the years getting turned into animals (including Asteria), and then a scene of Circe being banished from the Amazons and not being allowed to return to (old) Themyscira.

34. Circe isn’t actually in the tunnel, but in the fog sequence, she talks to Diana through a mirror and occasionally morphs into Diana’s reflection, because she’s magic, and that’s creepy.

35. After the fog is over, and Diana’s wearing the Golden Armor because we need to sell toys, and then there’s ACTUAL fight with Cheetah, and a bop (Sebastian Böhm’s “Sweet Dreams are Made of This”) is playing in the background, and this time there are actual stakes because Diana doesn’t want to hurt her. And it’s like, the Cheetah and Wonder Woman fight from Rucka’s run, okay. Cheetah says this is her true self and to leave her alone, and Diana says no, this isn’t you.

36. Diana breaks Circe’s curse with true love’s kiss. Diana breaks Circe’s the curse with the lasso and a speech about love, and it turns out the Cheetah form is held back by the lasso, so Diana lets her keep it. 

37. Pedro Pascal gets his son back and it actually makes sense for him to run out from the bushes. He apparently doesn’t remember anything about Circe.

38. A helicopter comes to get them, and Diana is uneasy, because there’s a third movie, but she leaves and there’s a bop playing, because this is the end of the second movie.

39. Diana adds the helmet and the rest of the armor to her collection in her closet. 

40. Barbara Ann now has to tell the truth all the time because she’s wearing the lasso all the time. This is terrible, but the movie plays it off as amusing. 

41. Diana promises to find help for Barbara Ann, and they kiss

42. I guess the mid credits scene with Asteria can still happen. She could clean up after herself though, lol. A possible end credits scene is Diana finding the lasso on her work desk and Barbara Ann’s desk cleared out, but that’s kind of a bitter ending, and the lesbian ending is nicer.

In the third movie, Diana tries to find Themyscira and Circe is the main villain and maybe Cheetah comes back. Boom.

[kidemxnas]

— ✹ FULL NAME penthesilea

— ✹ TITLE queen of the amazons

— ✹ BIRTHPLACE themiscyra

— ✹ LAND / KINGDOM themiscyra, land of the amazons

— ✹ AGE  thirty-six

AFFILIATIONS

— ✹ PARENTS ares, god of war, and otrera, late queen of the amazons

— ✹ SIBLINGS three sisters; hippolyta, antiope and melanippe

— ✹ LOVER(S) none of current note

— ✹ PATRON DEITY ares & artemis

as the daughter of the former and a warrior queen herself, she owes much to her godly father (and grandfather) for the structure of her nation and the amazons themselves. the very first temple in themiscyra was built in his honour, with yearly celebrations in his name. personally, however, she finds him quite irritating.

artemis, however, is more of a chosen deity. worship is given freely rather than owed. penthesilea’s mother, otrera, is responsible for founding a shrine to artemis in themiscyra and the cult in her honour. perhaps a little more favour is shown here, as the temple of artemis would become one of the great wonders of the world.  

INSIGHT

— ✹ VICES adversity, boastful, disrespectful, crude

— ✹ VIRTUES hopeful, determined, compassionate, valorous

— ✹ MORAL ALIGNMENT neutral good

— ✹ PERSONALITY TYPE ENFP - The Campaigner

— ✹ MOST FORTUNATE MEMORY

unity was bountiful in her youth. awash with fond memories of sisters in blood and arms, training, competing, fighting and winning. there were squabbles, of course, but she remembers the day the temple was built. a great ceremony heralded it’s completion, the honour of its leadership given to her. it would not last for long. scarcely half a decade. but the trust in her, and as such a young woman, made her feel so valued, so whole and so loved.

— ✹ AN  ACT THEY WOULD ERASE

the death of her sister was the darkest moment of pentheselia’s life. it cemented the wasteful nature of war, and in the ensuing rumour, the chaos of battle. seeing her body crumple, she rushed to her sister’s side. peppered with arrows, she had been finally felled with a sword to the gut. the woman was in agony, finally succumbing to her myriad wounds. every moment slowed further than the last. it was panic that drove her, removing the sword from her chest, desperate to protect her as hands flew to stem the bleeding. precisely what every bit of medical training had demanded she avoid. but what could be done against such a mortal wound? with nothing to stem the bleeding, it was over in moments, with pentheselia helpless but to watch the life and blood drain from her sister. others saw the princess rush to the queen. they saw the queen fall, the sword removed and the princess ascend. detail of emotion was lost in the battle.

— ✹ BELIEF ABOUT FATE

prophecy is just a possibility. there is always something that can be done to change destiny, to change the path a person must tred. how can a person simply step back and submit to what has been foreseen, and change nothing to prevent a devastating tragedy? this is precisely the situation pentheselia finds herself within sparta; as the opponent of fate.

RECOGNITION

— ✹ NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS

a slim yet muscular figure, sporting a warriors physique on a frame of medium height and perfect posture. discipline is different among amazons. formations are not held for pomp or ceremony, nor the pride of a commander. they are practical, a warrior’s posture and outfit beholden of their honour.

practical, leather armour with bronze accents weaves perfectly with vibrant colour to outfit the amazon. joy is taken with her appearance, from jewellery picked up from across the empire, skirts woven in plain, bold colours. these may be hitchen into greaves at a moments notice, but her best armour makes better use of shorter fabrics, an amazons shield, spear, bow and arrow kept perfect for presentation.

dark skin, full lips and cropped hair make up her most prominent features. her ears are dotted with tiny gems for the sake of vanity.

— ✹ NOTABLE QUIRKS, IDIOSYNCRACIES

her expression is easy, never hidden or masked for the sake of another’s pride. her voice is accented greek, spoken straight forward and clear as a bell.

honesty is a well kept policy, with the exception of dramatic enhancement or comedic effect. it is clear she comes naturally from a tavern, for she pleases a crowd, but not an individual. as much may pivot on a knifes edge to make way for cutthroat confidence in command and fast action in the face of pressure or adversity. serious matters had better be held as such.

never an early riser, she takes breakfast just before noon and enjoys the camaraderie of an evening at play or the peaceful solitude of quiet streets just as well.

it is not an amazons nature to marry, but in her case, it is clear why. she does not tarry with men. not to embolden or encourage, pity or pander to. all the same, their kind are prone to fault as with any, but they form her fiercest allies and bawdiest drinking fellows. she makes no secret, however, that that is all they will ever be. to her, the connection between two women runs deeper in every way imaginable.

— ✹ REPUTATION AMONG MORTALS

she is mortal, strictly speaking. though a demigod herself, she views herself as amazon before mortal, and therefore a separate entity altogether. these are foreign lands to her, occupied by foreign people. perhaps a reputation of her prowess in battle and rank among the women warriors of the black sea proceeds her. perhaps she is a stranger among them.

— ✹ REPUTATION AMONG GODS

the daughter of ares, supplicant to the gods of both war and hunting, she may be known to some more than others. the gods are not close to her, and they do not impress her, for she knows their game. no matter her reputation now, she intends to be known to them soon, with no mistake.

MUTUAL HEADCANON

once a fervent follower of artemis, her faith has fallen by the wayside along with her respect for the gods. the dirty still holds a place in her heart, however, as they hold a fondness for her. there is much to admire in a figure of feminine power and independence, lacking her father’s coarse love of chaos and therefore any grim reminder of death. they are a protector, a companion, and, she likes to think, so alike her in so many ways; a strong, sapphic, independent guardian marks only one side of pentheselia’s godly duality, but it is without question the side she prefers.

[amazongoddcss]

STUDY:  Diana Prince  

APPEARANCE.

▸  Height: tall / short / average? Diana is 5′9″. She didn’t feel that she was tall until she left Themyscira. The Amazons were all around her height so she was average back home. 

▸ Are they okay with their height? She’s happy with her height and it doesn’t keep her from rocking some killer heels either.

▸ What’s their hair like? Dark brown, long with loose curls. If it isn’t down she pulls it back into a ponytail or a low bun. She usually wears it up at work and social functions.

▸ Spend a lot of time on their hair / grooming? No, not a lot of time. It doesn’t take her long to pull her hair back for work... the part that takes the longest is blow drying her hair. It’s on the thick side. She wears very minimal makeup since she doesn’t really need it. The exception to this is when she’s getting ready for social events. She takes a bit longer to get ready for those.

▸ Care about their appearance / what others think? She cares about her appearance, but not so much what others think. Dressing nicely, doing her hair and accessorizing makes her feel good about herself. She’s confident in the way she looks.

PREFERENCES.

▸ Indoors or Outdoors: Outdoors. She doesn’t dislike being indoors, but being outdoors reminds her of home. ▸ Rain or Sunshine: Sunshine, especially feeling it warm her skin. ▸ Forest or Beach: Both. The beach reminds her of home, but it can sometimes spur painful memories of her aunt’s death. The forest reminds her of Steve Trevor and sometimes that can lead her to thinking about the night he died.  ▸ Precious metals or Gems? While she finds gems beautiful, metals. Most of her jewelry doesn’t have precious stones on it. They’re predominantly all metal pieces. ▸ Flowers or Perfumes: Flowers. She typically has fresh flowers in her apartment. They’re beautiful and smell nice. Perfume isn’t her thing. It tends to smell cloying to her. The closest she gets to perfume is any scent in her shampoo, conditioner or moisturizer. ▸ Personality or Appearance: Personality. She knows better than anyone that not only is beauty only skin deep— it fades. Diana notices how people look, but there has to be more than that going on inside. ▸ Alone or In a crowd: In a crowd. She’s extroverted, what can I say? ▸ Order or Anarchy: I tried not to say both to this one but... both.  ▸ Painful truths or White lies: Painful truth. She’d much rather that than lie or be lied to. ▸ Science or Magic: She believes in magic, however, being away from it for so long she values science much more. ▸ Peace or Conflict: Peace. She’s very much a peacekeeper and would prefer to solve things without conflict if possible.  ▸ Night or Day: Day. There’s something sort of magical about nighttime though.  ▸ Dusk or Dawn: Dawn. She’s a morning person. ▸ Warmth or Cold: Warmth. Even after 100 years off the island she still doesn’t like the cold. ▸ Many acquaintances or A few close friends: She prefers to have both. ▸ Reading or Playing a game: Playing a game, although she does love to read. 

QUESTIONAIRE.

▸  Your muse’s bad habits? Diana trusts way too easily. It isn’t as bad as it was when she left Themyscira and she’s grown quite a bit, but she struggles with being cautious in that regard. She also tends to be very naïve. Again, not how she was when she first came to Man’s World. It’s still something she struggles with. When she decides to go for something she’s all in and yes, that can be a bad thing. She is extremely impulsive. Diana is the very definition of leaping before she looks. 

▸  Lost anyone close to them? How it affects them? Yes. She counts her mother as a loss too. After going into hiding for about a century she carries a lot of guilt and shame. Antiope and Steve died for her and she failed. Yes, she killed Ares but it didn’t change anything. Wars still raged, men continued to be corrupted. She’s thought a lot about Steve’s last words to her— that good and bad reside in everyone. That no one is just good or just bad. Her aunt and Steve didn’t willingly give their lives for her to hide and just go through the motions of life. She’s questioned if they’d see her as a failure, thought about how their sacrifices were for nothing. In her eyes she has a lot of work to do to make it up to them. She’s afraid that anyone who gets close to her will die. It might be an irrational fear but she can’t seem to shake it.

▸  What are some fond memories they have? Her mother reading to her at night as a young girl. They’d snuggle up in bed together and Hippolyta would read to her until she drifted off to sleep. It was incredibly soothing and comforting. Antiope was almost like a second mother. She nurtured another part of Diana that Hippolyta wouldn’t and probably couldn’t. Her aunt pushed her to the limit daily and never went easy on Diana, but that was because Antiope loved her enough to want Diana to be the best. Late nights with the Magnificent Men— swapping stories, playing games and making each other laugh.

▸  Is it easy for them to kill? No. If Diana didn’t have to kill she wouldn’t. She knows the cost of taking a life and only does so when she knows that it’s a necessity. That’s more often than she would like and unfortunately it comes with the territory.

▸  What’s it like when they break down? If she has someone close to her that she can confide in she’ll talk to them or just cry while being comforted. When that isn’t the case she’ll save her tears for the shower or when she’s lying in bed at night. Diana is a crier— sad tears, angry tears, happy tears. She’ll run full out if she can until she just can’t run any longer.

▸  Capable of trusting someone with their life? Yes. Diana tends to inherently trust people until they show her that they can no longer be trusted. In terms of being on a team she knows that the team doesn’t work unless she trusts the other members to have her back the way that she would have theirs.

▸  What’re they like when they’re in love? Happy, it’s almost contagious. She likes the person she’s with to feel cherished, loved and appreciated. She becomes even more flirtatious with her partner than she was before. Her experience with ‘traditional’ relationships is limited, but she doesn’t let that bother or worry her.

TAGGED BY: @warwearysoldier​  TAGGING: @smilewithapurpose​ @timoremdei​ @shesquiinnsane​

[wlw-with-reader]

Masterlist

The Addams Family

Wednesday Addams x Female Reader

You Embrace Death Because Of Her

Love Me In The Dark

Let Your Demons Roar Tonight

Staying On Land Was A Life Sentence

Blue Bloods

Erin Reagan x Female Reader

They Know

Twilight

Jane Volturi x Female Reader

Like Fire, You Consumed Her

And Like Death, You Embraced Her

Rosalie Hale x Female Reader

You Are Hers As Much As She Is Yours

Spy Kids

Ingrid Cortez x Female Reader

The Spy That Fell In Love With Her Daughter's Best Friend

Marvel

Bobbi Morse x Female Reader

It Takes Two To Tango

Free Me Of You (Past Relationship with Wanda)

Find Her

Daisy Johnson x Female Reader

Loving You Easy

My Milkshake Gets Her Home

She Wished To Hear Those Words From You

Jemma Simmons x Female Reader

Keep Me Silent

She Knows You

Melinda May x Reader

She Promised You Sundays

Maria Hill x Female Reader

She'd Burn the World For You

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Don't Let Me Win

She Blooms With Her

It Takes Two To Tango (Natasha is Reader's Sister)

Loving You Easy (Past Relationship with Reader)

Babies, Oh My!

Peggy Carter x Female Reader

That's Where She'll Always Be (Plus Sized Reader)

She Promised You Forever

My Darling, It's Only You (Plus Sized Reader)

Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader

She Blooms With Her (Unrequited)

Her Home Was You

Free Me Of You (Past Relationship with Wanda)

She's Got Your Back

Just Ask Me Again

Looks Like It Should Be The Two Of You Dancing Together Instead

Going Back

Keep Me Here

Because Loving Her Was Never A Winning Game

Grateful For A Love Like Hers

Ballet Was An Escape

Lady Sif x Female Reader

Meant For Her

To Bring Her Home

DC

Alex Danvers x Female Reader

Meet Me in the Archives

Promise Me

Not Just A Pickup Line

She Is Her Father's Daughter

She's More Than That

No More Secrets

You Are Capable

Our Story

Lena Luthor x Female Reader

I Would Be Honored If You'd Let Me Take Your Last Name

Come Home With Me

You're Worth More Than Gold

Just Breathe

Checkmate, Mother

On You

Good News

Worse Than Lillian

Maybe Just Wishing

Your Scars

Silence Would Be Welcomed

Let Her Hands Be The One To Tell The Story

Sam Arias x Female Reader

And I Knew My Soul Was Destined To Love You

Lena Luthor x Female Reader x Sam Arias

Life With Daddy

Diana Prince x Female Reader

To Be Hers (Part 1)

Don't Mourn For Us Mortals

Damn, Daddy

Jealous Confessions

Antiope x Female Reader

Let Me Fall So You Won't Have To

Hippolyta x Female Reader

To A New Life

Diana Prince x Female Reader x Lena Luthor

Married Life With A CEO And A Goddess

It's Like Our Souls Were Meeting For the First Time

Iris West x Female Reader

With Confidence, She Wore Red

Some Things Just Can't Be Explained

Caitlin Snow/Killer Frost x Female Reader

Burn Me. Freeze Me. Just Love Me The Way You Have Always Loved Me.

Brooklyn Nine Nine

Amy Santiago x Female Reader

To Me, You Are Perfect

They Call Her Draco

No Interruptions Please

Congratulations, Sergeant

Careful Kisses

Relax If You Can

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Why He Talked So Much

Just The Two Of Us

Not Part Of The Job

And It All Comes Down To You

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It Baffles Her

Date Someone Else

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Celebrate Your Own Way

Two And For Tonight, Three

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You're The Only One

It's Every Single Day With Her

Eight Days Of Loving You

Loving Her Now

She's Here Now

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Her Brains, Your Heart

Why She Will Always Mean More To Me Than You

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She Said Your Flowers Were Her Favorite

Her Past Does Not Dictate Her Present

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That's My Sister! (Reader is Mark's Twin Sister)

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I Should've Told You

Tell Her You Love Her

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We Were Meant To Fall Out Of Love (Past Relationship with Amelia)

She Was Named After A Storm

Afternoons Like This

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Hell On Earth

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Up To You

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Humor Her

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And In Time, You Were Always Mine

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To Her, You Are Beauty Defined (Plus Sized!Reader)

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Rebel. Riot. But Never Lose Her.

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Don't Wake Her Up

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Life After Rosewood

[texanredrose]

(pulls up to window) yeah, can I get some purruby with 'announcing relationship to family and friends' and a side of 'awkward'?

Consider this a refried, deep fried special, with extra headcanons, free of charge *ding* order up.

Ruby fidgeted, looking around at the interior of the limousine with about a dozen awful scenarios bounding around in the back of her mind. This could go really, really bad, which she didn’t think would happen, but the thought it might made her restless. After all, it wasn’t every day that she had the chance to interact with legitimate royalty- okay, so that wasn’t exactly true, since she was dating Pyrrha, but she had no idea until recently that her girlfriend was actually the next in line for a throne, or that Remyscira’s monarchy still stood after all these years! Whenever they covered it in history classes, the teachers always made it sound like the small island off the coast of Mistral had joined the mainland’s government, like the line of Queens ruling over it had ended about a century ago, but nope! Apparently, that was still a thing!

So now, here she sat, in a fancy limousine beside her girlfriend, being escorted to the royal palace by a motorcade with her own family ogling just about everything in sight.

“Ya know, I gotta hand it to ya, Pyrrha. Never would’ve guessed you’d be into this sorta lifestyle,” Yang said, opening up the mini bar and grabbing a little bottle, pulling off the top and taking a sniff. Her nose immediately crinkled as she shook her head, muttering a curse under her breath. “But… I could get used to it.”

“It was very nice of your family to invite us over.” Taiyang chuckled, pulling the bottle from his eldest daughter’s hand and replacing the cap. “A shame Blake and Weiss couldn’t come. I would’ve loved to meet them!”

“Yeah, hehe, real shame!” Ruby offered a weak smile. She took solace in the fact that they really couldn’t be there, since Weiss had opted to go to Menagerie for spring break, but they also… didn’t actually extend the offer. She’d rationalized it at the time- Blake and Weiss were dating, they would obviously want to spend a lot of time together, and meeting royalty probably wouldn’t surprise either of them enough to change their plans- but now she kinda wished her roommate was there to chide her about being nervous.

What did she have to be nervous about, really? She and Pyrrha had dated for the past few years, they really liked each other, they’d spent a lot of time together between schoolwork and practices, and they liked each other’s friends.

Of course, the little detail that Ruby might’ve forgotten to mention to any member of her family that she’d started dating the Mistrali princess could have something to do with her sudden bout of nerves but… well, it wasn’t like Yang had owned up to dating either! They were both playing this weird game of ‘I kinda know you’re dating someone but you haven’t officially told me yet so we’re just going to pretend like it’s not a big deal’ which… honestly, it was exhausting.

“I’m sure you’ll have a chance to meet them once the school year ends, Mr. Xiao Long,” Pyrrha said with a smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you myself and I’m sure my parents will be thrilled.”

“I’m not so sure.” He reached up, scratching at the back of his head. “I’m just a teacher from Patch. Not exactly suited to the blueblood life, though my daughters seem keen on making friends with them.”

“Hey, it’s not like we planned it!” Yang crossed her arms over her chest, probably just a little bit self conscious about the rough patches on her leather jacket. “We just happen to have a knack for getting uptight Princesses to relax. It’s a gift; you should be proud.”

“Well, I certainly am proud that you’ve both made so many friends while you’ve been away at school.” Taiyang glanced out the window as they pulled into the royal grounds, guards in shining metal armor patrolling the perimeter. “I was worried, ya know. A father worries about his girls.”

“Moms too; mine wasn’t exactly thrilled when I decided to study abroad,” the redhead said, sighing slightly. “She didn’t like the idea of me leaving home. Just… worries after me. And my sister.”

“Oh, she still lives with your folks, right?” Lilac eyes shone bright, a smile curling her sister’s lips. “Think she’d be up for a little arm wrestling?”

“You’re really going to challenge my little sister because you can’t beat me?”

“Hey, it’s not like you can beat me, either!” Yang chuckled, rotating her right shoulder. “Last time we arm wrestled, I swear you almost tore my arm out of socket.”

As the vehicle slowed to a stop, Ruby took a deep breath, watching as someone popped open the door. Yang was the first to move, never really liking being the passenger, and Taiyang followed, stretching out his back. She almost followed, but a hand grabbing hers stopped her, silver meeting emerald.

“We don’t have to tell them today,” Pyrrha said softly, giving her hand a little squeeze. “We can take our time.”

“No. I want to tell them, I do.” She sighed. “I’m just a little scared about how they’ll react. I mean… we’re not really good at this whole… royalty thing? If you hadn’t already noticed, which you probably had-”

“Ruby?” The redhead smiled wide, leaning closer and pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. “You’re doing wonderful. My parents will adore you, and your family. Just watch. Everything will be fine.”

She sincerely wished she could feel that sort of confidence but, really, how could she? When they were alone- just the two of them- it was easy; nothing whispered doubts into her ears. But around people, she’d always been a little more self conscious, a little more unsure, because people she could never understand the way she could machines. Nothing complicated about hydraulics or combustion- she could measure everything down to the smallest atom. That was easy!

Trying to predict how royalty would react to her family? How her family would react to her dating a bonafide Princess? Much different.

But the hand in hers reassured her, and she followed Pyrrha out of the limousine and up the literal red carpet. Into a building that looked like it hadn’t been changed in the slightest since the days when terrible creatures called Grimm roamed Remnant freely. She absolutely loved the architecture but it suddenly felt far more… imposing when also surrounded by fully armored guards.

“You know… Weiss would love to see all this,” she said, trying not to draw too much attention to herself as she clung to Pyrrha’s hand. “I think she’d appreciate the aesthetic.”

“Blake too; her own family maintains a similar estate in Menagerie, and they have guards posted more often than not, too.” The redhead chuckled. “I never thought I’d have so much in common with her. But I suppose that’s true with most of our friends.”

Our friends. Ruby swallowed as she tried not to imagine how that might change in the future. Honestly, she didn’t expect her family to object to her dating Pyrrha or for them to break up any time soon but… well, she also had to admit that her nerves were making those possibilities seem like real, tangible things.

What if Yang didn’t approve? Sure, her sister had only ever teased her about things before, and maybe she went overboard a time or two, but that was years ago. 

But what if she didn’t?

She was psyching herself out. Yang would probably be thrilled; she liked Pyrrha as a friend and teammate and they got on great. And Dad- he’d be super happy that she was actually dating, given how he’d worried about her not being able to make friends while away at college. This should really be nothing short of good news all around!

But what if-

Two doors were thrown open as they were escorted into a room with high rafters, a long table stretching from one end to the other and able to sit a hundred people easily but only two currently occupied the table.

“Oh, my, you’ve arrived early.” One woman stood- taller than even Pyrrha, with a more ornate version of the redhead’s tiara holding back burnt orange curls. But the eyes- she and her daughter had the same eyes, and they looked just as warm and friendly when she smiled. “Welcome to Remyscira. I am Hippolyta, Pyrrha’s Mom.”

The other woman stood- shorter, but with far more muscle, and that same set to her jaw that her daughter sometimes got when she was focused. And a sword at her hip, which was a bit odd, but considering they were effectively surrounded by people in armor, she supposed it didn’t look too out of place. “And I’m her mother, Antiope. Are you hungry? We can offer you some fruits, something light until the midday meal.”

“Oh, that’s very kind of you.” The man offered a hand, a wide smile on his lips. “I’m Taiyang, Yang and Ruby’s dad. I’ve heard so much about your daughter and she lives up to every expectation.”

“She does indeed.” Antiope accepted the gesture, turning her gaze towards Ruby- and Yang, briefly, but mostly those deep blue eyes rested on the smallest person there, and that didn’t make her feel intimidated at all. “And we’ve heard much about your daughters as well.”

“Yeah, I’m Yang!” The blonde cheerily greeted, waving a hand. “Thanks again for inviting us.”

“Well, of course,” Hippolyta replied with a gentle chuckle. “Pyrrha said she had something important she wanted to discuss and that she wished to speak with Taiyang as well.”

“Oh, really?” Tai glanced back at them, a furrow to his brows. “About what?”

Pyrrha looked at her then and she wouldn’t doubt that her girlfriend could find a way to steer the conversation clear of the topic if asked. But, this was kinda why they’d set up this whole trip, so they might as well let the cat out of the bag.

“We both wanted to, uh, talk to you,” Ruby said, trying to keep her voice steady. “We just… thought we’d let you know that Pyrrha and I are dating and we’re very happy so thank you for your support and please vote again next year!”

Silence fell upon the room until Pyrrha leaned closer to her. “Did you just quote an election campaign?”

“I panicked, okay, I’m trying.” She shot back in a low whisper, trying to ignore the irregular beating of her heart as her girlfriend’s parents exchanged a look.

“Well… if this is a serious courtship, we will absolutely respect that,” Hippolyta said slowly, blinking as she caught up with the information. “It’s a bit… untraditional.”

“How so?” Tai shrugged. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Here in Remyscira, we have certain… cultural expectations when one enters a relationship.” Antiope raised her hands in a placating gesture. “We realize that our traditions are unconventional elsewhere, so we of course take no offense, but it… is a little jarring.”

“I’ll say!” Taiyang laughed, though happiness shone brightly in his eyes. “Here I thought you’d go off to college and shut yourself in your room or your lab, but you have a girlfriend now? I’m proud, Rubes; she’s a very nice young lady.”

“I just can’t believe neither of you told me!” Yang started to chuckle, but the sound slowly died as her brows pinched together, and Ruby felt her dread flare up again. “Hey, wait a minute- two weeks ago, when I called you asking what you were up to and you said you were ‘studying anatomy’… you don’t take an anatomy course.” She raised a brow, the teasing inflection of her voice making her sister blush. “What were you really doing, huh?”

“I was studying anatomy!” She spat out the truth a bit too readily, because she could never lie under pressure to save her life. “Just not out of a book.”

Again, Pyrrha’s parents exchanged a look.

“Mother. Be reasonable.” The redhead tried to keep her voice level even as the two women seemed to be having a silent, private conversation.

“Oh wow, really, Rubes? Really?” Yang set her hands on her lips, clearly caught between teasing her further and letting it go, because on the one hand she probably thought it was hilarious how red Ruby was turning but on the other, not in front of the parents, come on.

Taiyang whistled. “Wow, my little girl’s growing up.” He lightly bumped shoulders with his eldest. “Looks like you’ve got some catching up to do.”

“Yeah, hehehe, about that…” She reached up, running a hand through her hair. “Um, maybe not as much as you think?”

“Ruby Rose.” Antiope’s voice rang out, clear as a hot blade sliding through snow. “Do you intend to continue courting our daughter?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” she replied, smiling when she saw the happiness shining in her girlfriend’s eyes at how readily she answered the question, without a hint of nervousness. She really did like Pyrrha… maybe even love her, because that little crush had turned into so much more over the years. “I do.”

“Very well then.” Without any explanation, the woman pulled her sword from its sheath, about five of the guards copying the motion. “You get a fifteen second head start.”

Eyes widening in shock, she turned towards Pyrrha. “You said they would be okay with this!”

“They will be, as long as she doesn’t catch you.” The redhead grabbed her shoulders, looking all too serious in that moment. “Trust me: run.”

“What are you-”

“Ten, nine-”

“Whoa, whoa, hey, what’s-”

“Yang, calm down, it’s cultural-”

“-eight, seven-”

“Dad, you’re just going to let this happen?”

“-six, five-”

“I’m being serious, Ruby, run, and don’t let her catch you!”

“-four, three-”

Without waiting for the rest of the countdown, Ruby turned and booked it back they way they’d come, knowing full well she didn’t stand a chance inside the home. She’d be just as likely to turn into those chasing her as away, and the open outdoors at least gave her some vantage. Idly, she thanked her father for taking them hunting when they were little. She might not enjoy the sport herself but she could certainly use that experience to help her as she heard a loud, rousing cry from behind her, like an army preparing to charge.

What in Remnant had she gotten herself into?

The sun sank low beneath the horizon, twilight finally giving way to nightfall as Ruby collapsed to her knees at the edges of the woods behind the royal estate. She’d spent all day ducking through the trees and running as fast as her legs could carry her, avoiding the literal hunting party sent after her.

But she really couldn’t run anymore, even as she heard footsteps coming up behind her.

“So… what… I… lose?” Struggling to catch her breath, she turned her head to see Antiope kneeling down beside her, sword once again in its scabbard.

“No, you won. You eluded us until sunset, as tradition states.” She offered a smile, equal parts proud and kind. “We firmly believe that love gives wings to those who feel truly feel it. When two people care for each other that deeply, they can outrun anything, but the true strength of love comes not to aid running away. It comes to aid facing the things that trouble us deepest… but I have a feeling you already know that.”

Rolling over, she laid down and stared at the sky above, still working on catching her breath. “I… I used to be really nervous around other people. Meeting new people… it just wasn’t as easy for me as it was for Yang.” She glanced at the woman as she sat down beside her. “But with Pyrrha… I dunno. It’s like I can face down anything.”

“That is love, Little One,” she said with a chuckle. “You come to a far away land, to the heart of its people, and you come bearing news you don’t know how we’ll receive. That takes a type of courage people think is all too common until they find themselves lacking it entirely.” She sighed, reaching out to clap a hand on Ruby’s shoulder. “I’ve always trusted my daughter’s decisions. I may not understand them, but they’ve never steered her wrong.”

“So… does this mean we have your blessing?”

Antiope laughed, reaching to undo her sword belt, gathering up the leather and holding it out. Ruby sat up, accepting the gift with furrowed brows.

“You may continue dating her, of course. I doubt we’d be able to stop her even if we’d caught up to you. She’s never been one for tradition.” The woman pushed herself to her feet and began walking away. “But if you intend to marry her, you should learn how to wield that. Betrothals are determined by duels.”

As Antiope walked back towards the royal estate, Ruby slumped back, still holding the sword belt.

“Well… okay…” she blinked. “I need to learn how to fight, I guess.”

While the thought itself worried her a bit, the idea that Pyrrha would be right there, cheering her on from the sidelines?

Worth it.

[aion-rsa]

Why it’s Important that Themyscira is Back For Wonder Woman 1984

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This article contains Wonder Woman 1984 spoilers. Our spoiler free review is here.

Wonder Woman 1984 opens with an incredible set piece on the island of Themyscira, the island paradise that is Diana Prince’s home. In it, we see a scene from the Amazon’s version of the Olympic games. A stadium full of Amazon women watch on, cheering as the fastest and fittest compete in a multi-discipline event which showcases acrobatics and agility, horsewomanship and markswomanship.

Even though she’s just a child, Diana competes and stands a reasonable chance of even winning until she loses concentration, is thrown from her horse, and attempts to cheat to gain victory. But her Aunt Antiope (Robin Wright) prevents her, teaching Diana that “nothing good is born from lies, and greatness is not what you think.”

Though the scene may, at first glance, seem a bit of an add on for a movie that is meant as a decades-later follow up to Diana’s origin story, the electrifying flashback is incredibly important for the narrative and themes of the movie.  Jenkins says that she initially hadn’t planned on including a Themyscira scene in the sequel but ultimately realized it was not only weird not to but it was also necessary from a practical perspective, too.  

“I ended up realizing we had to have them in the second movie when I realized that lots and lots of people see the second movie who haven’t seen the first movie,” Jenkins explains to Den of Geek during a post-screening interview. “So I was like, ‘Oh yeah, if you hadn’t seen the first movie, you don’t understand who she is and that she comes from a mythical land, you would be very confused by what was happening.’ And I love the fact that there’s a lesson that she has to learn that she still hasn’t learned, as is true for all of us.”

“I think [Themyscira is] heavenly and it looks so otherworldly,” Gal Gadot adds, of the setting’s popularity amongst fans. “But it’s also the context of everything. I think that’s what makes it so profound and strong.”

How the Themyscira Flashback Also Adds to Barbara’s Story

Contextualizing Diana’s upbringing has narrative significance past exposition for those who haven’t seen the first film. It’s also important to understand Diana’s upbringing in comparison to that of Barbara Minerva (Kristen Wiig). Though Diana has lived in human society since she left Themyscira during the first world war, her formative years were spent surrounded only by women – casual sexism is not something she would have had to normalize or internalize. Diana is also the daughter of Queen Hippolyta and has great power and strength. Even in her own world, she has privileges that others do not. 

In our world, Diana’s femaleness doesn’t come with the disadvantage of being physically weaker than a man because of course she is not. Diana does not carry an innate fear of physical violence that many women do because she doesn’t have to. Women’s reactions to gender-based injustice is rarely physical because it’s not safe to start a fight with a man. Diana, on the other hand, can be physical. She simply doesn’t have to put up with the things other women do, and certainly that pre-wish Barbara does.

As the second line of that other great American classic The Great Gatsby reads (paraphrased slightly): “Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”

Most women haven’t had the advantages that growing up in Themyscira afforded Diana. Don’t judge. Be kind. And fortunately, Diana is.

Barbara, who presumably grew up in 1950s and ’60s America, would have had a very different upbringing from Diana. Barbara’s wish is to be strong, sexy, cool, and special – traits that come naturally to Diana, in part because of her upbringing in a feminist utopia cut off from, as the comics once called it, the “Patriarch’s World.”

Yes, Diana has super strength but concepts like being “sexy,” “cool,” and “special” are not objective. Diana is beautiful, but so is Barbara and after her wish is granted she doesn’t actually look that different – she just suddenly has a confidence she didn’t have before. We don’t see Barbara’s childhood or much of her life before she meets Diana and makes a wish on the Dreamstone, but we do see the casual harassment she experiences all of the time, how vulnerable she is before she gains Diana’s strength, how often she’s overlooked and ignored, and how she has clearly internalized these feelings of not being special, sexy or cool.

Understanding this difference between the two makes it especially important that Diana is kind to Barbara, which also fits into the themes of the film. Since the passing of Steve, Diana has become somewhat isolationist, preferring her own company to that of others and she initially rejects Barbara’s offer of lunch before changing her mind and suggesting dinner. Later we will understand one of the messages of the film is that society doesn’t work if we only serve our own needs – Diana might prefer to be alone but Barbara clearly wants company and female friendship. Sometimes, you have to do things you might not want to out of kindness.

Diana isn’t perfect but her memories of the positive lessons and role models she had back on the island are part of who she is and have had a great influence on the woman she has become. Further scenes related to Themyscira give us our first look at the golden-winged suit worn by an Amazonian warrior called Asteria who sacrificed herself for the good of the Amazons. Asteria put the needs of her society ahead of her own and is celebrated by the Amazons. Diana realizes she must do the same and make the ultimate sacrifice. Once she has done so, she dons the golden armor for her showdown with Barbara, who is now Cheetah.

Themyscira Remains an Outlier in Franchise Films

Themyscira is an unusual setting for a studio tentpole movie: an entire island populated solely by warrior women. Though the lush, light, yellow, green, aquamarine color palette has become something of a signature for Wonder Woman films, it’s not something Jenkins was always conscious of—but it’s something she acknowledges.

“I hear people saying they felt like they’d never seen it before. Although, because I’m the person that made it, I’m so far down the rabbit hole I wasn’t thinking about that while I made it,” she explains.  “When people were saying that they hadn’t seen that reflected before, I was like, ‘Oh, I guess that’s true. I guess you’ve not ever seen a female battle sequence before,’ but I wasn’t thinking about it at the time.”

But it really is unusual. In the first film, Diana’s time in Themyscira is sharply flipped on its head as she joins a world inhabited by almost entirely men – the first world war. It’s a move which pushes the film into ‘Smurfette’ tropes which, thanks to Barbara, Wonder Woman 1984 does not suffer from.

Jenkins has a whole movie, an Amazons spinoff, set on Themyscira that she’s trying to get made.

“Right now everything is so up in the air, I don’t know if it will happen,” she says. “But there’s an entire Amazon movie that I think could be done after Diana leaves because those are just such great characters and it’s in her absence. The problem is you can’t really do another Wonder Woman while she’s there because she leaves as soon as she discovers her power, and we already saw that.”

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An entire superhero movie in a feminine utopia – can you imagine? For now, we’ll have to make do with the brief island scenes we’re treated to and acknowledge that the movie wouldn’t be as good without them.

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[nancybyeers]

i feel you're closer every time i call you // a wondertrev secret santa gift

title: i feel you’re closer every time i call you pairing: wondertrev wc: 1994 words notes: it’s my secret santa gift for @poetic-pathetic ! hope you will sob ao3

Wonder Woman was a name code, an alter-ego but most of the time, it was a ghost.

(A ghost from the World War One, from the World War II, from the Viet War and from the Cold War. Wonder Woman was the blurred shadow of the human wars, but more than that, it was the ghost of an immortal oasis. Themyscira. After all these decades of crawling in the black streets of the mortal world, the name on her tongue was foreign. Crashing like waves, burning like sunburns, aching like only home can be but –)

And Diana Prince was a woman with voices screaming inside her head, bruises and scratches on her heart rather than on her almost bulletproof skin, pencil skirt and golden jewelry (she loved being this kind of woman who was powerful in every outfit because it was her mind that was praised by the gods when her body was only begged for by the mortal foolish men.)

She was an old woman with too many inches of hard skin, indestructible bones, and tired glim in the eyes.

But being a ghost was not what made her feel like the world was slowing down in the course of time, giving her the odd impression that she was aging when she was clearly not.

It was Steve’s ghost who made every decade without him feel like another coat on her shoulders. A painful and true and dead ghost.

It was the ghost of his lips, his smile, his golden hair, his era.

His world. (After him, Etta was gone followed by Charlie then Sameer. One by one, buried.)

Humans stayed humans, and when Diana had saved them, she had sworn to protect them, to love them. But sometimes, it was harder.

When she had to watch their bodies going down into the ground, without songs for helping them to find the next world or without any escape for their soul but a roof of soil. Rooting, their chest filled with dust. Forgotten.

She outlived them all.

“Diana? There is someone on the phone for you.”

Working in Paris is easier for her. It was a neutral ground. It was not the painful memories of Belgium or the shimmering-veil feeling of England. They had not left marks where she walked, slaloming between the glass pyramids of the Louvre, or in the air she breathed.

(A time had come where she preferred to breathe pollution of cars and factories than feelings, and somehow, they kept considering her as wise…)

She rose up from the chair where she was sitting since this morning as her assistant, a young so young lady with red hair and pinkish cheeks, made her way to her.

Her name was Helene and she was a really pretty girl. Sometimes, Diana thinks about getting a coffee with her one day, just talking and laughing, but then she can clearly see this juvenal face overwhelmed by wrinkles and by the inevitable burden that is age.

She had to love them, humans. It was her duty. When her smile trembled, she convinced herself that it was because of emotion (love made people do incredible and crazy things, she knew that as much as mortals.) but, deep in her chest, she knew.

Oh, how strong she was, demigoddess, fearing of attaching herself to these foolish weak and lovely creatures.

She watched her assistant leave the office, the phone in her hand, cold and soulless.

She wondered if she would go to Helene’s funeral. Would she weep tears from her face? Put a bouquet of flowers on her tombstone, in memory of her dedicated assistant?

Compensating by hunting down criminals and monsters of flesh and bones at night. The blast of her aura burning the pure idea of grief, every strike of lasso burying deeper her own feelings.

For the greater good, for the human’s race.

And sometimes she wondered about him: how his voice could have sound on the phone? Would he have loved sports and online newspapers?

She picked up, lost in her thoughts, and for a second, she expected to hear his breathing.

“Diana Prince?”

“It’s me.”

“We found it. We found him.”

And, deep in her chest, she knew that she had no expectations. She could not have any.

Him. It must have been Clark Kent or Bruce Wayne or Hades or a dangerous and veracious secret ready to destroy her world.

Steve Trevor was dead. And she did not know exactly who is on the other side of the line, a scientist, a powerful man without any doubt but not a god.

Only a god can bring back a mortal (even a heroic one) from the realm of death.

She laughed hard and harder. She did not know that she had this kind of laugh in her: bitter.

She wanted to take it back. But she could not.

“Have you listened to a single word that I have said, Diana Prince?”

No, she did not. Wonder Woman hated liars. She fought for the truth.

“Yes. I did.”

Yet, there she was, telling the biggest one, lying to herself. It’s better that he was dead.

Not able to see the damages of the WWII and the radioactive blast of the bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, not able to be a hero and to die as a hero a second or a third time.

Selfishly, she thought that it was better. She had not had to bury him after a lifetime spent together, counting grey strikes in his hair while they brushed their tooth every morning.

“The plane was in the ocean. The explosion occurred in two phases, one in the sky, the second once he entered into the ocean.”

She remembered everything: the heatwave, her own scream sounding like the agony of a stranger, and the pain. But the most horrifically accurate image in her mind was the vibrant color of the fire, the cruelty of the flames while they were licking the metallic bones of the planes and the fresh flesh of her lover.

A fire was so different from the cool water around Themyscira and yet, if ocean failed to let drown Steve Trevor, flames took his life away.

Was it a possibility that fire had failed too to end this soldier, this pilot, this lover’s life?

“The deflagration created a submarine earthquake, destroying the plane almost immediately because of the force of pressure and of the intensity of the explosion. Marine rift is a common reaction in this kind of case, you know, Diana. Aspiring everything in a perimeter of a hundred miles. Essentially water, most of the times, but if there was a body deriving….”

“He could have been alive” she whispers.

There is a silence, only filled by fear and terror.

(agape.)

“He could have been alive” she repeated, her voice more stable. “However, it’s been a hundred years. Even if he had survived to the explosion. Humans – we – cannot win against time”

“We haven’t found his body, Diana. Even if Steve Trevor was in this cavity for a time, he could not have survived.”

“But…”

She was no longer rationalizing.

“Diana, I agreed, me and my unity, to look after this veteran because you have connections with Wayne and that you are quite persuasive…but no matter what Steve Trevor represents for you, you need to let him go.”

Her breath was harsh and for a second, she thought about protesting, denying.

(The story began like this: Bruce Wayne owed her a favor and a photography. The plane where Steve was in when he died had never been found and they had to watch and cry over an empty casket, decorated with ribbons of liberty’s color. She wanted him back. She wanted him to be where he belonged, with his ornaments. In a cemetery where modern heroes belonged to, just like gods belonged to the pantheon.)

But the scientist – she did not remember his name. It was more than five years since Wayne had contacted him and they had never spoken before – was right. Steve Trevor was dead.

Ocean had swallowed him.

“I let go.” She said with an empty voice, her hand contracted on the phone, so strong that she could have taken it to pieces so easily (so so easily. As easily as the world had reduced to nothing the presence of Steve Trevor.)

This night, Wonder Woman was too tired to fight. This night she decided that criminals could run a bit longer, could spread their evilness a bit further like tentacles. She could always catch them again the next night or the next, the next after that and the next and –

She had eternity to catch them again.

This night, Diana Prince was too tired to fight, so she slept instead.

She dreamt of her first meeting with Steve Trevor.

She dreamt of home. Sand turning into ashes, laughs and swords smashing turning into screams, rushing sound of bullets.

Dream turning into a nightmare.

She woke up before the sun, with the lingering confidence that she would only find closure with waves licking her heels.

Confronted to the sea that had destroyed the only hero that war was not strong enough to take.

She booked a one-way ticket for the coast, she painted her nails white and put on her darkest suit.

The golden lasso is in her suitcase, her tiara hidden behind her bold locks of dark hair, she entered in the airport like if she was underwater.

The coast was savage. She fell on her knee, hands jointed, lips sealed.

Staring at the sea with a thunderous look.

In her mind, the last word of the scientist in lieu of a goodbye ringing like bells: “the only thing you can do is praying, miss Prince.”

It was what she did. Praying her mother, Hippolyta, and the spirit of Antiope to let her pass.

To let her come home.

She dove into the water, swam and swam and swam. Fever in her bones, hope in her mind.

(Finally, Themyscira was more beautiful than in her memory and the embrace of her mother was warmer than expected.

“You are so human, Diana. I can smell their odors on your skin. Pollution, lies, hypocrisy.”

But her speech was as cold as the breeze was the night she left. With him.)

She was a weapon. The destroyer of Gods. Her words bounced on her immortal skin.

She held her mother tighter.

“I love you, mother. Only the force of my faith, my grief and my love made me come back to you.”

Diana closed her eyes, inhaling slowly the earthy perfume of her godly mother, ignoring the deep gaze of the immortal woman on her. Hippolyta was a gold digger looking the secrets of mortal world in her long-absent daughter’s heart.

Diana went to the shore.

Diana went to the shore where Antiope died.

Diana went to the shore where she met Steve Trevor.

But she did find neither the blood of her general on the sand, probably washed over and over by the sea since a century, nor the clear and bright voice of her lover calling for an angel, thinking he had found heaven.

She buried her feet in the sand like roots of the island, and screamed.

(For a whole week, she did not move, she did not lower her voice, her rage. She was

a god.

She claimed

her prize, her birthright. Even if for it, she needed to be Atlas for a whole week.)

With the dawn, came a body. Uniform soaked and eaten by the salt, blue cold lips and swollen face. A corpse.

She noticed she had lost her voice when she tried to pronounce his name.

“Steve”

SteveSteveSteveSteveSteve –

She reached for the sky, blue and endless.

SteveSteveSteveSteveSteve –

He opened his eyes. Blue like the sea.

“Hey, angel.”

Without taking her eyes off his weak smile, she addressed a strange prayer to higher deities.

“thanks gods.”

[cherik-prompt]

Wonder Woman AU (Part 2)

Charles tailed the Amazons escorting Erik. He did not know how he felt about Erik - on one hand, Erik had saved his life from the invaders. On the other, Erik was the one who had led them to Themyscira in the first place and caused the death of Antiope. Either way, Charles wanted to be there while the Amazons questioned him.

Erik eyed the lasso as one guard tied it to him and recoiled as it started to glow. Once everyone had quieted, Hippolyta stepped forward.

“What is your name?”

“Erik…” He strained a little, the lasso growing slightly brighter. “Lehnsherr. I’m a pilot for the Brits.”

“Why do you wear the same clothes as the invaders?”

“I am…” Erik clenched his fists. “I am a spy. I was assigned to impersonate a German military pilot. I was born in Germany, so I was the best man for the job.” Charles smiled a little, but it faded as Erik went on to explain his predicament involving Doctor Poison’s journal. “It could stop the war.”

“War?” Charles blurted out, “What war?”

“The… the War,” Erik looked appalled. “The war to end all wars? Four years, twenty-seven countries, 25 million dead. Innocent people.”

Erik explained more, and then it dawned on Charles: “Ares.”

“Charles,” Hippolyta scolded. He fell silent as she continued.

After the interrogation, Charles confronted his mother. “Excuse me, but after everything he’s said, it must be Ares!”

Another woman asked, “What are you talking about?”

“Forgive me, Senator,” Charles turned to her. “But the man called it a war without end. Millions of people already dead. Like nothing he’s ever seen. Only Ares could do such a thing.” A few Amazons frowned, others nodded. “We can not simply let him go, we must go with him!”

“I will not deploy our army to go fight their war,” Hippolyta said stiffly.

“It’s not their war! Ares is corrupting them!” Charles’s voice rose. “As Amazons it is our duty to stop the god of war.”

“But you’re not an Amazon like the rest of us!” She snapped. Charles was taken aback. Hippolyta readjusted herself. “So you will do nothing. As your queen I forbid it.”

Charles excused himself and left the Amazons. He wandered until he found a balcony with a nice view.

“You are not an Amazon like the rest of us.”

The words rang in Charles’s ears. He had thought they were past this. With tears in his eyes, he remembered the last time Hippolyta had said this…

~~~~~

“Mother, may I speak to you alone?”

“Diana, I am in the middle of a meeting with the Senate. can it wait?”

“N-no, I wish to talk now.”

“Well, whatever you have to say you can say to all of us.”

“Well… okay. I… I wish not to be a woman.”

“…I beg your pardon?”

“I do not feel like a woman. When I look at myself, I see a man.”

“…”

“Mother?”

“You do realize that Amazons are women, not men, correct?”

“I do. But… I could never be happy if I lived as someone who I was not.”

“…Very well. I accept that you are a man. Is there another name you wish to be called?”

“Charles… So, what will become of me as a man?”

“The Senate and I will discuss it. You are dismissed.”

Charles left the room and  stayed at the door to eavesdrop. He was indescribably relieved that his mother had not objected to his request, but he had no idea what they would decide.

“My queen?”

“Obviously we cannot send him away from the island.”

“Of course.”

“And you know him, he’s wanted to battle since he first saw us training.”

“We’ll never be able to stop him from trying. We might as well help prepare him.”

“But we are only women! He cannot be an Amazon.”

“I propose a compromise.” Charles’s heart lifted at the sound of his aunt’s voice. “He can be a man who fights alongside the Amazons.”

“Seconded. We shall continue his training.”

“Charles, you may return.”

“Yes, mother?”

“You are family to all of us and will remain here. You will continue your training, but not as an Amazon. You shall be a man fighting alongside us. Understood?”

“Yes. Thank you,” Charles took a small bow and fled from the room.

He was almost out of earshot when he heard his mother say, “He will never be an Amazon like the rest of us.”

~~~~~

Charles picked a flower from a plant climbing up the building next to him. His gauntlets glinted in the sunlight. What had happened at training earlier? All that energy felt like it had come from… him. But that couldn’t happen, right?

“She didn’t mean it like that,” said a voice behind Charles.

He didn’t jump. “Hello, Melanippe.” He tore up the flower and let it fall down the cliff.

“Hippolyta is just worried about you,” she said, leaning on the ledge next to him. “She didn’t mean ill. You are her son, and she wants you to be safe.”

“She’s only said that once before, and it wasn’t about keeping me safe.”

“Well it is this time,” Melanippe pointed to Charles’s arm, which was wrapped in a bloody makeshift bandage.. “You should get that wound cleaned.”

“Alright,” He turned around, trudging towards the medic.

“Oh, and also,” Charles looked back to see Melanippe wink. “I hear they’ve allowed the prisoner to bathe.”

Charles smiled and ran on his way. The baths were right near the medic’s station.

~~~~~

Erik examined the surface of the water. Did everything in this paradise glow? Perhaps it made up for the lack of any electric lights. Seriously, why did an entire island have no technology past that of ancient Greece?

With a start Erik realized he was not alone. Charles was standing in the doorway. Was it a doorway if it was just a cave formation? Erik stood halfway up in surprise before he stopped himself, remembering he was naked.

“Erm… Can I help you?”

Charles surveyed him. “I wanted to know… Are you an accurate representation of your sex?”

Erik considered this. Formalities aside, he answered, “I am… above average… I suppose.”

Charles walked a bit further into the cave. “What is that?” He asked, pointing vaguely in front of him.

“Er…” Then Erik realized what it was he was looking at. “Oh, that’s my watch.”

“Watch?”

“Yeah… You know, watch? Tells time? So I know when to be places.”

“You let this little thing govern your life?” Charles smirked.

“No, but…” Erik chuckled a little. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

Erik took a deep breath. “Who are you? Why don’t you know what a watch is? How do you speak English? Why are you the only man on the island?”

Charles looked flattered. “This is Themyscira, home of the Amazons. Zeus created this place before he died to protect the Amazons. We are the bridge to a greater understanding and know hundreds of languages. As to why I am the only man… I was born and raised here, so I could not leave.”

“How were you born if you’re the only man?”

“My mother sculpted me from clay and Zeus brought me to life.”

“Right. But… If Amazons are only women, why would your mother sculpt a boy?”

“I, erm… She didn’t sculpt a boy. She sculpted a girl.”

“Oh,” Erik looked down and used the awkward silence to put on some pants and a shirt.

“So,” He began once he was done. “Why’d you come down here?”

Charles sighed. “I believe that this war you are fighting was brought about by Ares, who the Amazons are meant to defeat.”

“Ares,” Erik furrowed his brow. “The god of war?”

“Yes. My mother forbids me to do anything, but I believe it is necessary to interfere.”

“And… How do you plan on doing that?”

“I will help you escape,” Charles voiced the plan he had been formulating up to that point. “And you will take me to the war.”

Erik considered this. Charles was quite capable in a fight, he knew that for sure. Then again, he also believed in Zeus, Ares, and all the other Greek gods. Although, that lasso they’d tied around him had mentally pushed him to tell the truth, and that glowing water was definitely not natural. Maybe these Amazons were onto something.

“Alright. Where do we start?”

“You will stay here. I’ll break into the vault and steal the Godkiller, the lasso of truth, a shield, and some better armor.” Then Charles left.

Erik wasn’t too pleased about sitting around and waiting, but he supposed someone with years of training with the Amazons would be more capable than him. In the absence of anything else to do, his mind wandered to the tight armor Charles was wearing, and his small but toned muscles… Erik shook himself out of his thoughts and gathered his things.

~~~~~

Charles looked over the ravine separating him and his goal. It was a reasonable distance, but he could probably make it. Just in case, he turned around and jumped the other way, about the same length. Smiling, he returned to the cliff and leaped onto the building. He caught hold of a brick sticking out with one hand.

As he was reveling in his feat, Charles lost his grip. He scraped the wall wildly until he caught hold… by punching a hole in it. He was surprised but pleased, and bashed another hole. Slowly he made his way up the building, leaving a trail of smashed bricks below him.

Finally, Charles reached the top. He grabbed the shield, sword, and lasso from their stands. He saw the red, blue, and gold peeking out at him from behind a wall and couldn’t resist. He grabbed it,  took it to the forge to fit it to his dimensions, and put it on.

When he arrived back at the cave in his cloak, Erik was ready to go. Charles mounted his horse and handed Erik the bridle for the other, then set off for the docks. Unfortunately, their departure had not gone unnoticed. Hippolyta and a couple of her henchman arrived shortly after Erik had started getting the boat ready to sail.

“I am going, mother.” Charles drew himself up to his full height, trying to look confident. “I cannot stand by while innocent lives are lost. If no one else will defend the world from Ares, then I must.”

Hippolyta looked sad, but she smiled. “I know. Or at least I know I cannot stop you. There is so much… So much you do not understand.”

“I understand enough. I am willing to fight for those who cannot fight for themselves.”

“You know that if you choose to leave… You may never return.”

“This is not a decision, mother. It is who I am. I cannot stay.”

Hippolyta took Antiope’s headband from a pocket. “Make sure you’re worthy of this.”

“I will,” Charles took it and turned to board the boat. He waved as the Themyscira faded into the distance.

[ofxwonder-moved]

OPEN VERSES  Only Love Can Truly Save The World (Main) Follows Diana’s storyline in the DCEU.  Ode of Hermes, Apollo, and Athena (aka The CW verse) Having just arrived in the world outside Themyscira, Diana joins Barry Allen and the team of S.T.A.R labs while on the hunt for Ares. Just A Shield Then. No Sharp Edges. (Child Diana) Diana as a child, following her time growing up in Themyscira or for AU threads. A Greek Tragedy (AU) In a desperate attempt to conceal her infant daughter from the wrath of Ares, Hippolyta leaves Diana in the world of the mortals. Having grown up the child of humble human parents, Diana receives the bracelets of submission, the lasso of truth, and the sword of Athena on her eighteenth birthday from an unknown source. A few years later, as a college student and part time Medical Intern, the young woman is fully aware that she possesses extraordinary abilities but with not the first clue of how they were bestowed upon her. Even so, she takes on the task of moonlighting as the vigilante ‘Wonder Woman’. In spite of being incredibly inexperienced and anything but graceful, Diana is a blossoming super determined to put her gifts to good use, oblivious to the vengeful threat that searches for her. See The Line Where The Sky Meets The Sea? It Calls Me. (AU) Overcome by the longing to see the world of humankind, Diana runs away from Themyscira, unaware that she is endanger of being found by Ares as she explores the new and exciting world before her. CROSSOVER VERSES To Boldly Go (Stark Trek) Diana prince from the planet Themyscira, home of the Amazon, is an Intergalactic Archaeology and Anthropology officer aboard the Enterprise. The Wizarding World (Harry Potter) Born of a Wizard father (Estranged) and Veela mother, Diana was on track to enroll in the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, but was admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry due to her family’s move to London. Woman? Is That Meant to Insult Me? (Game of Thrones) Diana is the only daughter of Hippolyta and the late Zeus of House Prince, known for the breeding of the fine horses and for perhaps the very first regiment of all female warriors in Westeros. House Prince is settled in the North in a region called Themyscira, rich in Pine and cavernous mountains with hidden hot springs rumored to have mystic healing abilities. Upon the death of Antiope, the Captain of The House Guard, Diana assumed the position with honor and continued to uphold the motto of their family: Defend, Give, Love. Do Or Do Not. There Is No Try. (Star Wars) Growing up on the planet Naboo, it was discovered at a young age that Diana was force sensitive. In order to help her harness control of this gift, her mother, Hippolyta brought her to Luke Skywalker, whom had begun training a new generation of Jedi. Diligent and persevering, Diana was avid in her discipline. She was present the night that Ben Solo destroyed the temple and slaughtered most of her fellow apprentices, sustaining injuries from the debris. In present day, she is a member of the Resistance under the leadership of General Organa. CLOSED VERSES: Living off Scraps (with @unreliable-hero​) Great Depression Era AU I Don’t Believe in No-Win Scenarios (with @spaceworn ) (Link) Central Love (with @alluringattitudes​) Relationship: Friends to Lovers Bio:  Diana Prince, after spending years with a closed off heart, makes the decision to travel to Central City, home of Barry Allen, better known as The Flash; confident that she can encourage him to grow as the hero he doesn’t believe himself to be. With the intention of staying for a mere couple weeks turns into a couple months, time passing by in the light of a budding romance not even the woman of wonder could have anticipated. Numerous trials and tribulations befall both the Amazon and the Speedster, ranging from bank robberies to villains coming out of the woodworks like a termite infestation. Teamwork is of the utmost importance. In the midst of this chaos, Diana can only hope that she can pass on the years of her wisdom to her newfound friend, a rookie with promising talent. 

[asocialjusticeleague]

I wish we had moments in ss and ww like the flashback scene of Jonathan Kent seeing Clark wearing the cape as a child, we can see how much he cares for this child or the bathtub scene. How little gestures like holding hands or eye contact are important and how "I miss you" and loving someone are not passing feelings. Also we can see supporting characters pov...

and while I love ww, I would have liked more time for Diana, Hippolyta and Menalippe to feel the dead of Antiope, she was a sister and another mother figure for Diana or Etta, how does she took the death of Steve? What’s Dr. Maru backstory and why she wants to provoke as much pain as possible?

Yes yes yes yes yes YES. All of this, honestly, but especially the note about Antiope. I mean if we’re going to be fair, I think most movies that exist could stand to be more like Man of Steel, that’s just my bias, but it must be said that without Snyder a lot of the appreciation for the visual medium that these films inhabit is lost. There are great little moments in WW that lean on Gadot’s incredible talent or Pine’s comedic timing, but personally I hope that we get a sequel in which Jenkins feels a lot more confident about showing over telling in her storytelling technique. 

There’s something about both the cape scene and the bathtub scene that feels more emotional somehow, in the absence of any explanatory dialog. I think as a poet I can really appreciate those scenes more than others because they focus on using images to express feelings which are difficult to describe, where we reach the limits of language as a form of communication and have to synthesize for an audience what it might be like to be in that moment. The immedeate joy and tenderness in Lois and Clark’s connection, for example, is expressed so much more clearly through Clark’s goofy ass jumping shoes first in a tub full of water to make his girlfriend smile than it could have been through him verbally reassuring her or making some sort of romantic overture. The instinct it takes to understand when words are not enough is a marvelous gift.

I worry that people got what they wanted out of Wonder Woman in terms of editing and pacing, and that going forward a bunch of our films are going to be influenced toward this type of tight editing. It’s not my thing. We should have more than a moment to grieve Antiope. There’s a sense of lost space in this film that makes me wonder what ended up on the cutting room floor and what was sacrificed. I feel like we’ve spent two full length films with Clark’s grief over his father and yet only afforded Diana a tear or two over losing an entire family and culture in the blink of an eye. How does she even have room in her heart for Steve’s loss when she hasn’t had a moment to process all the other things she lost on this journey?

[jedi-crossing-no-mans-land]

The Wonder Woman Score: 3rd Viewing's The Charm

Since my 1st viewing I have had the score on loop and there were subtleties I otherwise would not have noticed (beware of spoilers)…

As I was reading the track list, all the names were straightforward - either with a direct quote of or brief title of the scene in which it plays.

There were only two tracks whose location in the film I could not place because their titles were seemingly cryptic: “Angel on the Wing” and “Pain, Loss, and Love”

1. “Angel on the Wing” surprised me when I heard it play during the sequence in which Diana saves Steve. Yet upon further reflection, I realized the track title is just as straightforward as that of the rest of the tracks: • From what I’ve gathered from research - not being an avid DC Fan before this movie - I learned that “Angel” was Steve’s nickname for Diana (correct me if this is wrong). If I am correct, then this was a subtle and classy homage to the source material. • Also When Steve looks to the surface of the water as he’s drowning, he sees Diana’s silhouette standing on what I can only assume is on the wing of the plane. • Smash the two revelations together and you have yourself a once-cryptic title now poetically grounded in context.

2. “Pain, Loss, and Love” seemed at first so broad of a title that I couldn’t pin it to one specific scene, that is until I considered that this wasn’t a track dedicated to one scene, but three: • The “Pain” segment (0:00-1:26) might be played during Antiope’s death but I can’t confirm - I made this revelation after the scene was already over. But this seems the best fit to the theme of “Pain” • The “Loss” segment (1:27-3:53) was easier to pinpoint, with the fanfare being easy to recognize within the film. This theme, I believe, is played during Diana’s final dialogue with her mother up until her departure from the island as it slowly fades from her view. It’s such a moving piece and really ties in well with Hippolyta’s quote “Now you are my greatest sorrow.” • Now probably my favorite moment in the track: the “Love” Segment (3:54-5:28). Played not as near to the former segment as the other two prior, it was hard to pinpoint it’s scene of domain. (That and the fact that the piece is so subtle and nuanced that it is absorbed within the scene but impossible to remember once the scene changes, especially during a first or even second viewing without having listened to the score.) However, after Viewing Number 3, I am confident in pointing out the obvious: this is Diana and Steve’s Love Theme, and just like “Han and Leia’s theme” in Star Wars or “The Cave” for Katniss and Peeta in The Hunger Games, their motif (theme) is used throughout the movie during pivotal moments in their relationship: with a small piece playing during the boat scene, until the entire “Love” segment plays during their Night in Veld (*eyebrow bounce*). Bonus heartbreak: it plays again as Diana looks at Steve’s picture on the memorial wall…I'm sorry.

[sherlocksbuttonup]

The Man of Stone- Part 1 of 2

Wonder Woman x Male! Reader

Summary: The rarest statue in Themyscira is that of a man made out of stone. But stories say otherwise.

Warnings: Pretty much just story in this part. Lots of tinkering with the story of the Amazons and Greek mythology.

Request: None

A/N: Good read everyone!

The man of stone. A story that the Queen of the Amazons would constantly narrate to Diana throughout her childhood. The young child just seemed to never get enough of listening to the only story that included a male hero, one that had almost been forgotten from the history of Themyscira.

His name was Cy.

Now being a grown woman, Diana still perfectly recalled every detail of the story. How Cy, even being a young God like her, battled against monsters and creatures that no longer coexisted with the Amazons.

There weren’t any paintings of him but from what she was told, he was fairly handsome, possessed a voice that could only be described as stunning and was the owner of the kindest and most merciful heart in all Themyscira.

Most of the Amazons had long forgotten why he was the only male living in their paradise island. But both the Queen and Antiope were the only ones with full knowledge of his life as they were present when he first appeared in between the Amazons.

Every now and then, when everyone was gathered together to dine, both females would tell the story. They emphasized the importance of remembering their heroes through stories so everyone kept in mind what was taken to be a warrior with honour and not only for fame.

Everyone did pay attention when they started their story.

Hippolyta and Antiope first came into existence thanks to a group of female goddesses from Olympus. Their creation had gone perfect, but the young Amazons lacked from the knowledge of the world they were just placed in.

For a while, the newly created Amazons had to fend for themselves, having to figure out a way to survive the cold and merciless nights and endure the days without any resources to work with.

The goddesses’ creation could’ve ended in a horrible destiny if it weren’t for the only demigod that offered to travel down from Olympus and help the perishing Amazons. No one knew which god was one of his parents, but it was strongly believed he was the offspring of a forgotten Greek god.

Cy did save the strong women, teaching them everything that had to be known about their new home. He helped them build their first huts and taught them of a fair and ordered system to distribute food equally among everyone.

He showed them the wonders of fire and how to tailor their own clothes. The progress they made was so quick that the Amazons soon developed to be powerful and independent women. And they were eternally grateful to Cy for his wise teachings. He wise a gentle demigod that eventually got to love them as much as the Amazons did.

Everything was at peace, and even though Cy could’ve returned back to Olympus as he had completed his mission, he politely declined the offer and stayed with them for a long time.

Times were happy and peaceful, until Ares attempted to destroy the order they had created with a lot of work and passion. No one liked to speak of those times. They were dark, painful and no matter what they did, everyone did fear for their lives.

The god of war mercilessly killed hundreds of Amazons by unleashing monsters no one imagined could exist. Their village was destroyed, everything turned to chaos as no place in the island they lived could offer any form of protection.

But they did pull through. They fought day and night until every monster that had formerly caused them fear was gone from their home. The goddesses were indeed mad at Ares’ cruel act and sent him to Zeus to receive his well deserved punishment.

The god of war disappeared for a long time.

Everyone thought they were safe, that there was no monster that could defeat them. But they had proclaimed victory too soon, causing them to loose Cy in the process.

They had let their guards down too soon, not aware that there was still a creature alive, one that no one could look into their eyes without turning into stone.

Medusa.

“Everything was done to try to bring him back, but nothing worked. His statue still stands in the tall tower holding our relics, reminding us that we should never let our guards down.” Antiope soon concluded the story, taking a seat next to her sister.

Diana looked down at her empty platter in thought, the majority of the Aamazons doing as well. 

“There is no possible way to revert Medusa’s curse?” The daughter of Zeus questioned, a couple of the women looking up in curiosity at her statement. Diana did think there was still hope of bringing the hero back.

“There are a  couple of myths concerning it.” Antiope confirmed. “We did try all of them exept one.” When she received silence in response, she realized everyone wanted to hear more about it. With a long sigh, she set her meal aside.

“Every god is tied to a sacred relic. When a new god or demigod is born, at a young age they are able to choose the weapon that will represent them.” Some murmurs came up in between a couple of the females, as if discussing each weapon from every god.

“Cy possessed a halberd. Beautiful weapon made of the finest materials there is. When he was about to attack Medusa, that is when he was turned into stone. But his halberd was stolen by her... she knew what was to be done to get rid of a god. Without his weapon... it is not possible to break the curse...”

Everyone sighed in disappointment, knowing they wouldn’t be able to bring him back. No one knew where that weapon was, and they couldn’t really question Medusa about it as she was smited by the one and only Perseus.

Diana shook her head in disbelief, standing up with a decisive expression. “We can’t just give up yet. Cy’s halberd is still out there, and I will do anything to retrieve it and break Medusa’s curse. Who’s with me?”

No one made a move, staying in place with their heads hung low. Diana let out a huff and set her food aside. “Then so be it. I’ll bring him back my own. Losing your hope won’t bring him back.” No one dared stop the powerful woman, watching her stomp away with a confident look.

Everyone had long lost the hope of seeing the young God once again, all but one Amazon.

And she wasn’t giving up any time soon.

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