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deadrobinthoughts · 1 month ago

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† colors. : various.

⋆˙⟡ Their love is not just a feeling; it’s a color, a spectrum, a living, breathing hue that wraps around you, soaking into your bones. It lingers in the air they leave behind, in the spaces they carve out for you, in the way they love differently, but fully.

⋆˙⟡ featuring: dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake, damian wayne, duke thomas, stephanie brown, cassandra cain, selina kyla, harley quinn, bruce wayne, diana prince, clark kent, oliver queen, barry allen, bart allen, kon-el, dinah lance, rachel roth, koriand'r. ↦ kalico note: some of the colors are a tad bit bright, a heads up.

dick grayson is cerulean. the kind of blue that belongs to an open sky on a summer evening, warm and vast and endless. his love feels like movement, like momentum, like wind rushing against your skin when he pulls you into a spin, laughter tangled between you. he is the color of freedom, of unwavering light, of open arms that never hesitate to catch you. his love is the kind that fills every corner of a room, every empty space of your heart, without asking for anything in return. but there is depth to it, too—a weight, a shadow, an ocean underneath the sky. a grief he carries, a loyalty so deeply ingrained that it aches. he is the kind of blue that never fades, never leaves, never stops shining, even in the dark.

"love me with the lights on. with the sun shining, with my scars visible, with my past still tangled in my shadow. love me when it’s easy, and love me when it’s not. because if you do? i will love you the same - every day, every second, for the rest of my life."

jason todd is deep carmine. not red - not just rage, not just fire - but something darker, something richer. a color that runs thick and heavy, like spilled ink, like a love that stains and refuses to wash away. his love is fierce, protective, the kind that fights first and asks questions later. it’s in the roughness of his hands, the sharp edges of his affection, the way he never says the words but makes sure you feel them in every stolen glance, every lingering touch, every time he puts himself between you and the world. he is the color of a love that refuses to be forgotten, that will never let you slip through his fingers - not again. because jason does not lose the people he loves. not if he can help it.

"i don’t say things i don’t mean. i don’t love halfway. if i love you, it’s because i have decided, with every part of me, that you are worth every risk. every fight. every heartbeat."

tim drake is slate grey. a shade caught between dusk and dawn, the color of quiet love, of soft devotion tucked between layers of exhaustion. his love is subtle, never loud, never demanding. it lingers in the extra cup of coffee waiting on the counter, in the way his hand finds yours under the table, in the way he memorizes the little things - how you take your tea, the way you tilt your head when you're thinking, the songs you hum under your breath. he is methodical, logical, always one step ahead, but when it comes to love? he is hesitant, uncertain, afraid of what it means to need. but the grey of him is not cold—it is steady, grounding, a presence that does not waver, even in the storm.

"i don’t know how to be reckless with my heart. if i let you have it, it’s because i trust you to keep it. and i’ve never trusted anyone like this before."

damian wayne is viridian. a green so rich, so deep, it feels alive. his love is not soft - it is sharp, unyielding, an armor forged in steel and fire. he does not love lightly, does not waste his affections on those who have not earned them. but when he does - when you are his - there is no force in the world that will stand against him. he is the color of loyalty that does not falter, of tradition and honor woven into something new, something his own. his love is in the careful way his fingers brush against yours, in the way his blade is always sharper when he knows you're near, in the way he watches, watches, watches - as if memorizing you is as important as breathing. because to damian, love is not just a feeling. it is a choice. a duty. a promise. and he does not break promises.

"if i love you, it is not a fleeting thing. it is not a moment. it is not a choice i can unmake. it is something written into me, something that cannot be undone. it is forever."

duke thomas is goldenrod. a color that stretches between yellow and orange, caught between light and warmth, a sun that never fully sets. his love is effortless, easy, slipping into your life like he was always meant to be there. he is the color of laughter after a long day, of an arm thrown around your shoulders, of the way he leans into you like you're gravity itself. he loves without hesitation, without fear, without any of the walls the others build so carefully around their hearts. his warmth is something real, something tangible, something that does not fade even in the darkest of nights. because duke has seen the worst the world has to offer and still, he chooses to shine.

"the world gets dark sometimes. people lose their way. but if you ever need a light, if you ever need something steady, just look for me - i’ll be shining for you."

stephanie brown is orchid. a shade that is bright and bold and impossible to ignore, yet soft in the right light, a bloom that refuses to wither. her love is wild and untamed, spontaneous and reckless, laughter bursting through the cracks of her own hardships. she loves the way she fights - all in, no second-guessing. it’s in the way she teases, the way she nudges you with her shoulder, the way she makes everything feel lighter, even when the weight is unbearable. but there is depth to it, too. a stubborn, relentless kind of devotion. because steph knows what it is to be left behind, to be overlooked, to be told she is too much or not enough. and she will never let you feel that way. not as long as she’s here.

"i know what it feels like to be forgotten, to be left behind, to be looked over like i was never there. and i swear, i swear - i will never let you feel that way. not as long as i’m here."

cassandra cain is onyx. not black - not empty, not void - but deep, endless, full of something unspoken. her love is silent, but it is there, strong and steady and never uncertain. she does not say it - she does not need to. it’s in the way her hands linger at your wrist, in the way she moves in sync with you without a word, in the way she touches you like she is learning a language she already knows by heart. she is the color of a night that does not threaten but protects, a shadow that wraps around you, shielding you from the world. she does not love halfway, does not love lightly. when she loves, it is complete. absolute. unbreakable.

"i don’t say much. but if you listen, really listen, you’ll hear it in everything i do. the way i touch you. the way i stay close. the way i always, always find you. that is my love. that is my promise."

selina kyle is midnight violet. dark, sultry, untouchable - a color that lingers on your fingertips but never lets you hold it completely. her love is elusive, teasing, something you have to chase, something that keeps you on your toes. it’s in the smirk, the way she flicks her gaze over you like she knows exactly what you want and delights in making you wait for it. but when she loves? truly, deeply, completely? she loves like a huntress watching her prey, like a shadow curling around the edges of your life - silent, steady, always there, even when you don’t see it.

"i’m not easy to keep. i am not soft, or tame, or made for cages. but if i choose you - if i stay - it means more than words ever could."

harley quinn is electric magenta. too bright, too bold, too much, and she doesn’t care. she never dims herself. she loves like she laughs - wild, reckless, with both feet off the edge of the world, daring gravity to stop her. she pulls you into the storm of her, wraps you up in neon pink chaos, makes the whole damn world feel louder, bigger, messier, but she never lets you feel lost in it. because beneath all of it - the teasing, the mischief, the madness - is a love that is unshakable. a love that says, "you and me, babe, against the world. whaddya say?"

"love shouldn’t be boring, sugar. it should be a mess. it should be fireworks and chaos and a goddamn adventure. and i wanna spend every second of that adventure with you."

bruce wayne is obsidian black, laced with traces of dark blue. the color of midnight just before dawn, of the sky when the city lights flicker against it, of something that swallows the light but protects it, too. his love is quiet but absolute, a presence you feel even when you cannot see it. he does not love in grand declarations - he loves in actions, in protection, in the way he never lets go even when he convinces himself he should. his love is the kind that waits in the shadows, unwavering, always watching, always ensuring you are safe even when you don’t know it. and when he finally lets himself have this, have you - he loves with a devotion that nothing in this world could ever shake.

"i do not say it often. i do not say it easily. but if you asked me a thousand times whether i loved you, the answer would never change."

diana prince is deep azure, edged in gold. the color of the sky before a storm, of ancient oceans untouched by time, of something that exists beyond human understanding. her love is a battle hymn and a lullaby in the same breath - ferocious, all-encompassing, endless. she does not love softly, nor does she love halfway. she loves like the gods themselves carved it into her bones. it is in the weight of her shield when she stands before you, in the warmth of her hands when she wipes away your fears, in the absolute certainty of her voice when she swears - "i am here." because to diana, love is not just an emotion. it is a duty. a purpose. a promise. and her promises never break.

"you do not need to earn my love. it was yours before you even knew to ask for it."

clark kent is golden wheat, kissed by the afternoon sun. the color of home, of open fields stretching far beyond the horizon, of something warm and steady and unshakable. his love is gentle, but never weak. it’s in the way he cups your cheek like you are something fragile, in the way his arms feel like the safest place in the universe, in the way his voice drops to something softer when he says your name. he loves like the earth loves the sky - without question, without hesitation, as if it was always meant to be. his warmth is endless, a constant light even in the darkest nights. because clark doesn’t just love you. he believes in you. and that is a kind of love that never fades.

"wherever i go, however far, however long - i will always come back to you. because you are my home."

oliver queen is autumn ember. the color of burnt orange leaves caught in the wind, of bourbon in a crystal glass, of firelight flickering in the distance - warm, rich, untamed. his love is bold, unapologetic, teasing in the way only he can be. he loves with a smirk, with a wink, with the ease of someone who has lost before and refuses to waste another second. but beneath all of it - beneath the sarcasm, the charm, the devil-may-care attitude - there is something real. something certain. because oliver may be reckless, but his love is not. his love is deliberate. his love is permanent. his love is yours.

"you’ve got my heart, sweetheart. don’t be gentle with it. i can take the hit."

barry allen is lightning blue, streaked with white-hot energy. the color of the sky when a storm breaks, of the spark behind a smile that comes too quick, of something brighter than it has any right to be. his love is movement, laughter, fingertips brushing against yours before disappearing just as fast. it’s breathless, effortless, a spark that never quite goes out. but it is steady, too - because no matter how fast he runs, no matter how time bends, he always finds his way back to you. barry allen’s love is the kind that makes you feel alive, that makes the whole damn world feel like it’s going at your speed for once.

"you are the only thing in my life i never had to chase. because somehow, you were always waiting for me."

bart allen is honey-gold, edged in sunrise. the color of mischief, of boundless energy, of something that refuses to be contained. his love is bright, reckless, untamed, the kind of love that crashes into you at full speed and never looks back. it’s in the way he grins, in the way he pulls you into his orbit, in the way he never lets go. but beneath the playfulness, beneath the endless motion, there is something softer. something aching. because bart knows what it is to be alone, to be out of place, to be too much, too fast, too loud. but you? you are something to hold onto. something that doesn’t slip through his fingers. and he will never let you go.

"you slow the world down for me. no one’s ever done that before."

kon-el is deep ultramarine, edged in silver. the color of a sky just before nightfall, of something caught between two worlds, of something searching for where it belongs. his love is bold, brash, obvious in a way that demands attention. he loves like he fights - all in, no hesitation, no regrets. but there is something else to it, too. something quiet. something in the way he leans into you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear, in the way he lingers in your space without needing a reason, in the way he never quite stops watching you, like he’s trying to memorize you just in case. because kon-el has always been a copy, an almost, a question. but with you? he is real. he is whole. he is home.

"i don’t care what i was made to be. i only care that i’m yours."

dinah lance is sapphire, deep and electric. the color of a voice that can shatter glass, of a storm that has learned to hold itself back, of something powerful even when it is still. her love is fierce, protective, unapologetic. she loves like music - a melody that lingers in your bones, a song that stays long after the sound fades. she is the kind of woman who could break the world if she wanted to, but she chooses to hold you instead. and when she does? the whole damn world could fall apart, and she wouldn’t let go.

"the world is loud, but my heart is louder when you’re near."

rachel roth is amethyst dusk. the color of the sky just before it surrenders to night, of deep waters that hold their own secrets, of something silent but never empty. her love is not loud, not overwhelming - it is something you feel in the quiet, in the space between words, in the way she lingers near even when she says nothing. it is cautious, careful, because she has been taught that love is dangerous, that emotions are something to fear. but when she lets herself feel, when she lets herself love - it is something unlike anything else. it is not a wildfire, not a storm, but something deeper, something eternal.

"you make the world quieter. you make the shadows softer. you make me believe that love does not have to hurt."

koriand'r is solar flare gold. the color of burning suns, of radiant warmth, of something too bright, too boundless, too full of love to be contained. she loves without hesitation, without question, without fear. she does not hold back. when she loves you, it is in the way her hands find yours instinctively, in the way she lifts her face to the sky and laughs, in the way she speaks your name like it is something precious. she does not just bring warmth - she is warmth. she is light and fire and every good thing the universe has ever given.

"i have loved many things in this world - the stars, the sun, the way the ocean reflects the sky. but you, you are my favorite thing the universe has ever made."

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shinyspanishgem · 3 months ago

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A (DC) rich people game show, but then they start going nuts.

You see, it's not unusual to have one of the infamous rich guys of the USA on TV, such as Oliver Queen and Bruce Wayne usually on talk shows to talk about their latest project, be it for good (donations) or bad (new LexCorp weapon, this one is for good I swear-).

But that's not the times people love seeing them, no, that's when they go on game shows. And finally, some producer gets the idea, "Why have only one, competing against other famous people like actors or singers, when they could compete against each other! What could possibly go wrong?".

A lot can go wrong. The show is a series of different games across the board, they all have to donate to charities to enter, but also know this is a great opportunity for getting good publicity. At first, it's just fun, games of them working together for a goal, with lots of "turns out the rich are eating each other!" jokes from Queen, comically bad attempts at leadership from Luthor, and Bruce Wayne being a passenger princess during the games "I bring the good luck".

That is until the following games are individual tasks, true competition...and then comes the cheating. Yes, Luthor started it but it also gets ridiculous.

They need to form a debate team, technically with their friends (free cameos for the show), Oliver and the rest of the participants understand that and bring in famous people, yes Oliver brings Black Canary that's his wife and best friend. And Luthor immediately calls on the best lawyers he has "You can't prove they aren't my friends also", which is a bit sad tbh.

Bruce knew he would do that. He is also a Gothamite with a sense of humour. Cable TV says hello to Harvey Dent, aka Twoface, because he is debating here now.

They enter a typical Steve Harvey style of questions, "Oh, you are bringing previous trivia night winners Luthor? that's smart...how did Wayne bring in the Riddler again? stop asking questions you say?"

They enter a mini survivors set, "Luthor brings in specialists from the military, can't say it doesn't make sense!... Mr Wayne, is that Poison Ivy? can he do that?"... and Oliver wins anyway (out of traumatic-experience experience), he brought Dinah again, he's a wife guy.

They enter a round of questions by journalists, points given by originality on evading questions, "So, we had to change our pick Clark Kent bc Luthor claimed it would be rigged, but thankfully Mr Wayne offered an alternative! welcome physicologist- Is that Harley Queen Mr Wyne- Bruce, can I call you Bruce? look me in the eyes and tell me how you are doing this Bruce"

"...Money?"

Harley rips them into psychological shreds, and a non-traumatized rich guy wins (DC equivalent of the Arizona Ice Tea CEO, they deserve it).

They enter rounds of questions about where they live, Luthor loses because he has no clue about the public transportation system in Metropolis, and Oliver acts dumb because he should not know half of the stuff he answers...Bruce gets stuck on the heroes of Gotham question, he is stressed, and he knows he'll be crucified if he forgest any of his vigilantes, and their associates, "Shut up Rick Redhood does count-".

Bruce Wayne forgets to count Batman, and he is saved by Oliver saying "They are bitter exes, let him not count the Bat!", he'll kill him later.

Luthor keeps cheating with professionals, Bruce keeps bringing in criminals, and Oliver wins because the final challenge is a popular vote, and the wife guy always wins.

#bruce wayne #brucie wayne #dc #dcu #batman #Oliver Queen #green arrow #Lex Luthor #clark kent #rogue gallery #game show #shitpost

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robinhuntr · 6 months ago

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ok ok ok, so the absolute universe hasn't introduced a green arrow yet so here's my take on it.

Heres my random quick sketches of Roy as Absolute Green Arrow and a crappy sketch of his makeshift costume.

Since he's in Seattle (or Star City, whatever the status of that is currently) I wanted him to take inspiration from grunge, especially Kurt Cobain since he is a Seattle legend (I don't really show it because I show him in his costume but normally he would dress in a lot more baggy/worn out clothes). But also I had to include his weird love of sleeveless hoodies because it's actually so funny to me.

And here is my very long-winded explanation of my Absolute Green Arrows back story:

The thing that Oliver Queen would lose is his time on the island, because he doesn't go on the island he never grows from the island, he never becomes Green Arrow; we'll come back to Oliver

Since Oliver doesn't become Green Arrow and fix (some of) the error of his way, he never meets Roy. Instead, Roy stays on the streets of Seattle/ Star City and becomes very in touch with the city's people and their needs. Roy's original backstory doesn't change too much, he still loses his parents and grows up on the Spokane reservation before leaving for the city, so that's where he learns his archery.

Roy ends up getting a job and a shitty apartment and meets Jade (who is still an assassin) but not through some mission. ( I don't know how they meet but I'll come up with it later lol). They have Lian and Jade leaves them making Roy a single father living paycheck to paycheck trying to take care of his daughter.

This is where he ends up as Green Arrow: some real estate company buys his apartment building and wants to demolish it to replace it with much nicer/ more expensive penthouses. Roy decides to do something about it and uses his archery skills from his childhood to take out the heads of the company forcing them to back off the project for a while. After he sees how much this helped not only him and Lian but also everyone in the building with him, he decides to take up the Green Arrow persona officially. As Green Arrow he protects his community from rich assholes trying to take advantage of them just likes Oliver does in the main universe; however, unlike Oliver, Roy is actually in the communities being affected, he excels where Oliver doesn't because the issues he's solving are the issues affecting him.

Here's where Oliver comes into play: when Roy decides to take Lian back to the Reservation to show her where he grew up, he gets there and sees a protest against a pipeline being built straight through the middle of the reservation (similar to the "Return of Roy Harper" storyline in Green Arrow Rebirth). He sees the Queen Industries logo on the building materials and when he gets back home to Seattle/Star City, he does what he always does and takes down the project by taking down the people leading the project. When Oliver finds out that the mysterious Green Arrow that has been terrorizing the rich CEOs around him is now attacking his company, he decides to strike back. Oliver, instead of becoming the Green Arrow, becomes The Dark Archer/Merlin and targets Roy.

I have no idea how Dinah would come into play or if she would come into play, same with the others. I think that Mia could end up becoming Roy's Speedy in a similar way to how she becomes Speedy in the main universe. I think that if Emiko came into play she would be on Oliver's side, same with Conner (although I can also see Oliver teaming up with Roy to stop his father).

Also, Lian doesn't die in this because I'm sick of that little girl getting killed in terrible ways.

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tiredofsatansbullshit · 2 years ago

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Fuck, Marry ,Kill. A game that the Justice League, Outlaws and some of the original Titans will never play again - Part 1

Masterlist of fics

Part 2

Summary: Almost the entire hero community know each other's identities. The only group that remains a mystery are the bats. Most know that they're based out of Gotham and they're a team. That's about it - Clark wants the team to play a game for a team bonding exercise, Hal choses FMK, and Batman hates everything.

Clark had been insisting that they needed to do some ‘team bonding’. A waste of time if you asked Bruce, but of course, no one asked him. The founding members of the team sat around the table. No one had a mask on except for Batman, who still hadn’t revealed his identity to anyone.

“So I was thinking, we could do a game or something. You know, one of those where we go around, answering questions or something like that,” Clark sat at the head of the table, smiling at everyone. The grin on Hal’s face could mean nothing good as he leaned against the table, “Let’s play Fuck, Marry, Kill.”

"Excuse me?” Clark frowned, looking confused. Snorting, Oliver said, “What? Are we in middle school?” ”Come on, it’ll be fun.” Barry seems to agree with Hal, wanting to play the game. “I do not understand, what is the premise of this game?” J’onn asked. “So someone will say three names, and everyone will go around the room, saying which of the three people they’d fuck, who they’d marry, and who they’d kill.” “But what if I do not want to kill anyone?” ”Don’t worry J’onn, you don’t have to do anything with the people, it’s fake, just a fun game.”

To Bruce’s horror, everyone seemed to agree to play the game. Pushing against the table he stood up. He will not sit through this. “Batman, this is mandatory for the team,” Clark stopped him. Bruce reminded himself that they were allies. His children wanted him to make friends with the Justice League members. They seemed to think he had no friends. He grunted as he sat back down.

“So we do this with random people?” Diana questioned, seeming into the idea of the game. “Yeah, but I think we should do famous people,” Hal looked very pleased with himself. “Ok, first let’s start off easy. Chris Evans, Jennifer Lawrence and Idris Elba.” ”Oh fuck Idris Elba. Without a doubt.” Dinah said quickly, no hesitation in her voice. “Then marry Chris Evans and I guess I’d have to kill Jennifer Lawrence.” “Gonna have to agree with you on that one, pretty bird,” Oliver nodded his head, a light smile on his face. Clark seemed to really be thinking about it, “If I’d have to, I guess I’d have sex with Chris Evans, marry Idris Elba, and yeah, kill Jennifer Lawrence. So sorry to her.”

“I’m not familiar with those people, could I see a photo of them?” Barry quickly pulled out his phone, searching up each person and showing Diana the photos. “I would fuck this Idris Elba, marry Jennifer Lawrence and kill Chris Evans.” Barry spoke next, “Yeah, I’m going to go with Dinah’s one. Fuck Idris Elba, marry Chris Evans and kill Jennifer Lawrence.” Hal still had that stupid grin on his face, “Fuck Jennifer Lawrence, marry Idris Elba and kill Chris Evans. What about you spooky? Who’d you fuck?” ”I am not playing this juvenile game. I will stay for the team bonding but do not expect me to partake.” Bruce knew way too many celebrities to join in on this game. He was friends with so many of them. So was Oliver, how could he do it?

Barry had a thought that instantly brought a smile to his face, “Ok, billionaire edition. Lex Luthor, Pavel Durov and Bruce Wayne. For me, I’d definitely marry Bruce Wayne. He is so fine and it can’t hurt to be with someone that rich. Kill Lex Luthor without a doubt and fuck Pavel I guess.” Could Bruce call Jason to come and shoot him? Maybe Oliver would stab him if he asked nicely. Diana nodded in agreement, “Bruce Wayne is an attractive man. I would marry him too, fuck this Pavel Durov and kill Luthor.” Maybe Bruce could break one of the windows and jump out. The emptiness of space would be better than this conversation.

“I have done a few interviews with Bruce, he is a good man. His looks are quite impressive and he is one of the richest men on the planet. He uses his money for good, I’d definitely marry him. Um, I do not know much about Pavel Durov, and definitely kill Lex.” Clark seems to have put thought into his answer. Bruce would rather be fighting all of his rogues simultaneously than being a part of this conversation. J’onn spoke, “Yes, I have heard of Bruce Wayne. He is quite an honourable man. I too would marry him, and kill Lex Luthor.” When Oliver started speaking, Bruce rolled his eyes behind his mask. “Brucie is a friend, we’ve known each other since we were kids. I don’t think he’s marriage material though, he has too many kids. I’d fuck him. Kill Luthor, marry the other guy.”

“Sorry babe,” Dinah put her arm on Oliver’s arm as she spoke, “but I would definitely marry Bruce Wayne. There’s just something about him, did you see that recent beach photoshoot? He’s really in shape. Obviously I’d kill Lex.” He could pull out a batarang and stab himself. That seems like a good option. Hal shot up in his seat, “Oh Bruce Wayne, the love of my life. That man is so hot. Marry him because that way we could fuck anytime we’d want to. Fuck Pavel Durov and obviously kill Luthor.”

Bruce cannot do this. Secret identity be dammed, he could not sit through this anymore. He pushed his seat back again which unfortunately attracted everyones attention. Hal once again speaking to him, asked, “I know you said you’re not playing but as a Gothamite, who’s saved Bruce Wayne many times, any comment about how attractive he really is?” Bruce looked right at Hal, staying in his seat. He reached up and slowly removed his cowl. Oliver let out a soft “Oh my gosh”, everyone stared in shock. Hal screamed.

Fuck, Marry ,Kill. A game that the Justice League, Outlaws and some of the original Titans will never play again.

This is an old-ish fic so ignore the errors and bad grammar. I promise I've improved. Not that this i bad (I still enjoy rereading it) but I can do better now.

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starlight-lesbians · 6 months ago

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oh they defo party HARD, but also like, each engines parties are sooo different:

greaseball def throws what is basically a frat house party - nothing fancy, just a fuck ton of people, a fuck ton of alcohol, and very loud music. she invites all the trains she likes, and all the trains she doesn't because she likes to start fights with them later on in the evening. its chaos. pearl arrives at her first one and looks around in actual horror. belle and tassita are doing body shots on the workbench. dinah is doing a kegstand, while gb gropes her ass (they spend most of the night making out so obscenely that its practically a porno). orange flash has started a fight club and is wrestling trains while slick collects bets from the crowd of watchers. green arrow is doing slut drops on the table. hydra is hotboxing the bathroom. gb is chugging out of the trophy. porter is doing lines.

electra has a hella good party but its like... sophisticated. its part fancy party, and part eurotechno rave. light show, fuck ton of cocaine probably, everyone dresses nice, but also it gets messy towards the end. rich people party. no riff raff allowed.

rusty wins and also has a 'party'. its a buffet with sausage rolls and fairy cakes in his shed. greaseball spikes the punch.

!!!!!

#starlight express london 2024 #starlight express #stex #rory rambles! 💕#collab club !!

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v1leblood · 2 years ago

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jumping off from this to talk about lisa. specifically, this part:

tattletale, conversely, barely has a civilian life at all. the lisa with a ponytail and modest clothing is, in a way, not who she is beneath the mask, but a second mask she occasionally briefly holds up over her tattletale mask when she needs to pass as civilian in the public eye. and what's actually beneath the tattletale mask, then? uh, secret. it never comes off. at the end of the day, she doesn't go home as lisa, she goes home as tattletale and spends the evening doing tattletale things on her computers so she's more prepared to spend tomorrow as tattletale too.

the thing is, in a similar way to rachel and alec, lisa really didn't have a choice in this, either. while lisa didn't have a manslaughter charge hanging over her head or suffer the Heartbreaker Special, she really didn't have any choices but to become tattletale, nor did she have an actual out from her costumed persona. tattletale consumes lisa throughout the events of worm, but it wasn't always that way

lisa spent the time between her trigger event and her recruitment by coil laying low -- staying with friends, other homeless people, and, crucially, not donning a cape persona, not wearing a costume. she used her power to steal from rich marks and did her best not to draw attention to herself; much less the kind of attention someone operating as a supervillain attracted. when she was recruited, well.

not really a negotiation about sums it up; only with the added wrinkle that the alternative to coil's offer wasn't death, but slavery, as we see near the end of arc 16, when he kidnaps and holds tattletale to use for information with plans to keep her like he kept dinah. the reason she's always on the grind is because the alternative is the same grind but worse; with less freedom, less choice; and that said freedom and choice is dependent on her desperately searching for advantages under coil's nose so she can eventually free herself from her de facto captivity.

already press-ganged into service, the costume, the public persona, wasn't up to her, either

ironically, the undersider with the least interest in drawing attention and maintaining a public persona is the one who basically becomes the face of the operation. skitter's the leader, the scary one, yes, but when it comes to management, when it comes to negotiation, when it comes to pinning the blame of someone as the haughty mastermind? it's tattletale. hell, in ward, victoria's under the impression that not only was lisa the leader of the undersiders, controlling everything, but that coil was her pawn to boot

so by the time taylor's gone, so is lisa. she spent the last year and change so single-mindedly trying to win back her freedom and keep her friends safe that by the time she is free, all that's left is... tattletale. living in a different world from everyone she knew before her recruitment, living in a different world from all her current friends by virtue of knowing all their secrets and having given herself the job of keeping them afloat -- which is all she has left, despite the fact that she never felt she was as close to them as they were to each other.

tldr: lisa

#parahumans #not meant to be a Correction tm btw more an elaboration on the Her

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Tim, breaking in Ra's' office: "We need to talk"

Ra's: "Beloved, as much as I adore our meetings, I'm currently rather occupied - "

Tim, huffing: "I don't care. And trust me, you will want to defend yourself before I ask someone else"

Ra's: "... What is it?"

Tim: "Imagine my delightful surprise when, while updating your old ass softwares and doing back ups of your database, I found this"

*Tim pulls out photo of Dinah and Ra's kissing*

Ra's: "..."

Tim: "..."

Ra's: "It's not what you're thinking"

Tim: "Oh, f*ck you! 800 years alive and you can't make up a better answer?"

Ra's: "But it is not what you're assuming"

Tim: "It looks like you were head over heels over Dinah's big tits, lied to her about who you were, pretended to be a rich eccentric widowed millionaire and proposed marriage to her!"

Ra's: "... It might be what you're thinking!"

Tim: "Ra's!"

Ra's: "It was years ago! I would have shared that with you hadn't I known you would react like this"

Tim: "So you say this is my fault? How many exes have you hidden from me!?"

Ra's: "... I do not keep count of the people I bed, Timothy. Yet I promise Dinah is the only fiancee I didn't told you about. I have shared the names and deaths of every spouse that was part of my life."

Tim: "Are you sure?"

Ra's: "Do you doubt me?"

*Tim pulls out picture of Ra's with a kidnapped Diana, kissing her*

Ra's: "This is defamation "

Tim: "I'm so gonna kill you, old man!"

Ra's: "I swear they are the only ones I didn't tell you about. I even told you about Evelyn!"

Tim: "Because I was there when you married Evelyn, you geriatric idiot!"

Ra's: "There's no need to fight. I didn't marry Dinah nor Diana, and whatever feelings we had, they disappeared as fast as they came. They were lovely companions, but not..."

*Tim pulls out picture of Ra's and Ivy kissing*

Tim: "🙂"

Ra's: "Er, she drugged me?"

Tim: "You know what? I don't even want to keep going on with this"

Ra's: "Timothy, wait..."

Tim, on the doorframe: "Actually, one last thing"

Ra's: "... And that is?"

Tim, smirking: "I lied. I did sleep with Jean-Paul many times. I guess you're right to be jealous"

*Insert Ra's' scream of horror here*

#rastim #ra'stim #ra's al ghul #tim drake #shipping #ra's al ghul x tim drake #my writing #fic writing #fic ideas #drabble #my poor attempt at a joke #poor tim tho #ra's has like 70000 exes #proship

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allwormdiet · 6 months ago

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Extermination 8.8

Oh thank god this absolutely ass day can reach a conclusion

This is one of the more grimly realistic parts of the worldbuilding in this story tbh. People gonna people, every disaster that comes along someone sees the whole things the chance to springboard into something bigger

Five bucks says these memorials are mass produced or something, they have a guy who cranks out however many of them are projected to be needed a year in advance and they put the names in once the tally's made

Even with Leviathan driven off, it still left the city utterly fucked. Whole place is cooked, status quo obliterated.

I don't know if we caught the notification that Gallant bit it in the story, might have been in the same crush that took out Tattletale or might have been after Skitter's armband got fried

Shame, though. Seemed nice, for a rich boy training to be a supercop.

Taylor, honey, that guy took massive damage to a limb that probably included fucking up a major artery or vein, never mind shock or infection. Not everybody is as ludicrously resistant to damage as you are

Yeah, that's eight dogs dead. Two of Rachel's best, too. Almost half of her family slaughtered to bring down Leviathan even temporarily. Also, seeing that Rachel knows her letters but not spelling is. Sad.

Feel like that comes up a lot when talking to Taylor. "Hey are you cool?" "I'm meeting the absolute basics of survival" "That's not what I asked"

And here we are: Lisa's reveal

Brief pause to be thankful that the damage to the loft didn't kill anyone, and that the Hebert house is still intact. I hope Taylor at least left a note telling Danny she's alive though, like fuck

I like how Coil explained his power as the manipulation of destinies when it's literally just getting a one-time reset when choosing between A or B. Dramatic ass.

Is this a nod to the retconned Empire fight? I'd heard about that somewhere, that the first version of the chapter or chapters got scrubbed in favor of revisions.

So Taylor straight up got them all taken down in the B version of the Lung fight. Goddamn.

...Also, this means that Tattletale straight up saved Skitter from the ABB. "Bug girl" would've been found out as the one who took down Lung no matter what, but if she hadn't joined the Undersiders then Bakuda would've had people hunting for a solo target, and she'd be fucking dead. They barely survived Bakuda's attack with their total strength, God only knows how bad it'd be otherwise.

It's interesting that Lisa considers all the struggle her own fault, and that Taylor is immediately like "nah I'd do it again, mostly"

Oh I hadn't even thought about that part, the Undersiders know where she lives and they could've been fully willing to jump her for the offense. Fucking thanks, Colin

And we're back again

I wonder if Lisa thinks she can actually get Taylor to budge on the Dinah issue. I wonder if she even wants Taylor to budge on the Dinah issue. Knowing her circumstances I can only imagine that her loyalty to Coil will only last for as long as he's got a hand around her throat, the second she's clear there's no way she doesn't burn him.

And it'd probably be a lot easier to burn him if he's deprived of his pet precog.

I think circumstances aligned to make Taylor a lot more down on heroes in general and the Protectorate/Wards in particular than is necessarily accurate. We know that Shadow Stalker is considered a problem child internally, she's hardly a ringing endorsement of how they run things but she's not supposed to be.

Armsmaster... I think the thing with Armsmaster is that the system straight up facilitated his worst impulses. He's ambitious, he's hungry, he's focused, and those aren't negative qualities to have, but they're not qualities you want for the leader of a team. He clearly struggles with big-picture thinking and gets wrapped up in his own head and his own projects; that's not someone you can just give a leadership position to. The fact that being the Big Hero of a city means you're also in charge of the Hero Team in that city is a massive oversight, it means he's put in a position where nobody can check him on his bullshit and force him to come up for air. Nobody could tell Armsmaster "no" when he came up with a plan to secure his legacy, at the small small price of threatening the entire goddamn Endbringer truce in the event his plan ever sees the light of day, and that's a failure of the system as well.

But these are the examples that Taylor has been forced to work with, and it's not like her other encounters have made her feel any better. Looking at you, Panacea. The culture of heroes seems to be borderline radioactive with everything that Taylor hates and fears and suffers under; cruelty, petty politics, arrogance, self-righteousness, jockeying for attention.

Is it any wonder she's drawn towards the opposition of that culture? Aligning herself with the opposing force and against everything that makes her suffer, still fighting the bad guys but not taking shit from the good guys? How is the conclusion anything other than foregone?

Cliffhanger, though an obvious one imo, considering the fact we've got 20+ arcs left

Current Thoughts

Honestly this chapter was so welcome just for giving a reprieve from all the tension during and after the Leviathan battle. What a fucking ride. Kudos to Lisa for being the only person who has managed to even kind of figure out how to talk to Taylor, even if it involves manipulating her I maintain that this has been way way healthier than if she was allowed to rock on as an independent hero. Because she'd be fucking dead.

But of course even this reprieve has to be interrupted by fucking Coil. I hope they kick his teeth in.

#parahumans #wormblr #worm liveblogging #liveblog #worm extermination

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savanir · 3 months ago

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Danyal- or well, Daniel now he supposes, seeing as none of these “kind” strangers can pronounce his name right. Has found himself a golden opportunity to hopefully get back to where he actually belongs.

His current predicament was anything but what he could have ever imagined happening to him. He remembers an attack, an assassination attempt on him and his twin. He remembers taking a hit meant for Dami, he remembers the electricity coursing through his body from the weapon the assassin used and so graciously left in his abdomen, meant to make his body seize which would make attempts to keep him from dying just a little bit harder, and his death just that little bit more painful.

After that he vaguely remembers falling, and then burning green.

Next thing he knows he’s in a foreign place with foreign people trying to “help”.

Wherever he is he’s certainly not anywhere near Nanda Parbat.

But he’ll get back, and the easiest way to do so is to secure transportation and funding.

Which shouldn’t be hard as soon as he’s “convinced” this random rich guy to adopt him.

—✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*---*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧—

Oliver is starting to regret the brilliant PR idea of sponsoring and supporting the new improved Star City foster care system.

In and of itself that’s of course a very good thing, and absolutely something he cares about and is happy to spend his money on, but these things should just be a given, just a thing that’s done because it’s the right thing to do.

Can’t just do that of course… we have to make a huge spectacle about it, showcase some poor but very adorable kids in need of a loving family. make a big party about it.

Oliver is vaguely reminded of pet adoption days that some animal shelters do. Also a good thing he’s in full support of, but that’s animals, and these are actual children.

The thought is making it rather hard to keep a pleasant smile on his face. Thankfully he’s very effectively being distracted by the little guy who somehow managed to attach himself to his leg and refuses to let go.

Oliver looks down.

The boy with the biggest most blue eyes looks up.

There are cameras and reporters and Oliver can feel the bad decision creeping up and the voice in the back of his head screaming, “don’t do it. DON’T DO IT”

Oliver lifts the boy up, “hey there little man, what is your name?”

He gets a big smile in return and the bad decision suddenly doesn’t seem so bad anymore, weird.

—✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*---*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧—

Roy had been talking, or well, it was more like venting to Dinah about something Oliver had done, or said, maybe both, probably both… When they heard the front door open and was quickly followed by a “Dinah I have a surprise but first you have to promise you won’t get mad”

Which… bad sign, very bad sign, terrible sign.

“Oliver what have you done”

The man walks into the room and proudly shows off his latest impulsive decision, “Congratulations, it’s a boy!”

…That’s a whole ass kid.

“Oliver Jonas Queen! you did not!”

But he did and that choice changes everything.

#Danny actually already is a halfa cause of the electricity that killed him and the pit healed him and then spat him out near Star City #So no Fentons here But Danny gets a red head older sibling anyway #Roy thought he'd be more upset with a sudden new ''sibling'' but he's actually kind of okay with it #probably cause Danny is very young #Dinah doesn't know what to do with this idiot of a man #Things are going to get really complicated later down the line #cause you know... Batman #dpxdc #dcxdp #danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #green arrow #oliver queen #dcxdp fic idea

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just-an-enby-lemon · 6 months ago

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Controversial take:

Bruce Wayne is bad at being a socialite (he mostly just fakes being one) but good at being a bilionare (he knows some practices are wrong but doesn't think being a bilionare is inherently wrong and tries to be an ethical one to mixed results cause you can't bro) while Oliver Queen is great at being a socialite but bad at being a bilionare (he knows being a bilionares is inherently wrong and he tries his best to not be one but the system is flawed and the money keeps returning and it drives him insane).

And like Bruce is not a bad person he just doesn't have the same level of political awareness than Oliver.

For example on the socialite thing: Bruce hates galas and he feels very unconfortable in interviews even if his Brucie persona doesn't show. He thinks is all too shallow. Oliver on the other hand does feel the slightly unconfortable sensacion of being the only leftist there in most galas but he does love the events, he'll dance his lil heart away, adores the gossip, the fast cars, before Dinah (and Hal) he also adored the attention from all the man and woman there and being fully a slut.

But on the bilionare thing:

Bruce Wayne pays the college debt of everyone in Gotham City. You subscribe in a Wayne Enterprises website shows your financial records and grades and if you can go to an Ivvy League but can't pay for it Bruce will do. Oliver will pay for the college debt of someone if asked to but is not an organized project instead Star City has the best comunity colleges of the country able to compete with even Ivvy League universities because Oliver donates a lot of money to comunity colleges and funded a social group to make sure the money was going to the right places, like hiring good professord and paying them very well, having well equiped labs and confortable rooms and good dorms. Oliver fully belives that all education should be free and high quality comunity free education is the type of thing tax payer money should be focused on (Star City also the best public schools on general).

Also Bruce pays his taxes. Oliver comits tax fraud to pay extra taxes (he also fights HARD to try to implement less taxes for the poor and a lot of more taxes to the rich, Bruce agrees but he does not support it to the level Oliver does).

So yeah. That's my take on them. I also think people tend to see Bruce who hates being a socialite and has way more charity work and think he fits more the "being against bilionares and political bill" while Oliver who likes being a socialite and instead of charities mostly finances social groups, unions, govermental projects or even other people charities gets the "classical bilionare *rolls eyes at his anthics*" treatment.

P.S: I'm not from the US and am assuming based on how they are showed on media that comunity college is free. If it's not. It is in Star City cause of Ollie.

#no hate towards neither of them #this is also just how I see them #i have bot read comics regularly for months i have read like 4 in the last 5 months #so i might be wrong and misremebering but yeah #batman #bruce wayne #oliver queen #green arrow #i

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secondgenerationnerd · 10 months ago

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regarding your asks post - something about stephcass wedding?

d'aw!! I'm waiting on my dad to send me a laptop (Its 2-3 years old and he's got like 12. Perks of a computer engineer dad) then I'll do a whole post of Sims Screenies for their wedding

First, to everyone's surprise, Steph is the one to propse. And yes, she did catch Cass off guard and made her cry (in a great way, she was so so happy)

They'd talked about getting married and kids, but no one expected Steph to propose at a Halloween event. Babs waited to ask what Steph was dressed as (Vampire bride) and Steph said "Hopefully Cass's Fiancee."

They kept the wedding itself incredibly intimate, like under 100 people. The engagement party was huge so rich people could feel included. It was Barbie themed and all Cass's brothers were a different Ken.

Selina insisted on taking each of them dress shopping. Diana Prince, Dinah Lance, Babs, Kate Kane, Mar'i, and Nell came along to both appointments and were the best people to have.

While talking about it at family dinner, someone asked if they wanted anyone to walk them down the aisle. Cass blinked and said "Baba is walking me down the aisle...did I forget to ask?" (Bruce was fully ready to cry)

Steph asked Jason if he'd walk her down the aisle. They definitely bonded over their childhoods and tend to understand each other better than anyone. Jason did cry and isn't ashamed to admit it.

For their wedding party, Cass had Damian (her Brother of Honor and had the rings), Tim, Duke, and Mar'i. Steph had Jason (Best man), Nell, Kate, and Dick.

Helena was their flower girl and inisted Alfred walk with her.

Babs was their officiant because they couldn't imagine anyone else marrying them

There wasn't a dry eye in the house during the vows.

They let Mar'i choose their first dance song. Since Cass is a professional dancer, they didn't want to feel pressured to have a perfect dance. They just wanted something that felt like them

She chose "Carry You Home"by Alex Warren. "I choose us everytime" is the line that sold her. Because if there's one thing Mar'i knows about her aunties, its that few people ever chose them for good reasons growing up. They have always chosen each other.

Their reception lasted all night, no villains interrupting. No Crisis. Nothing blowing up. Just good times.

Instead of the normal speeches by certain people, they had an open mike portion, with anyone who wanted to say something getting two minutes.

Damian made everyone cry with his. Just a simple quote from "The Chaos of Stars" by Kiersten White.

“I didn't fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we'd choose anyway. And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you”

#stephanie brown #cass cain #stephcass #mar'i grayson #damian wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #duke thomas #bruce wayne #selina kyle #helena wayne #alfred pennyworth #sims 4 #not my poses or cc

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lakesbian · 1 year ago

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one of the main things to debrief after the chunk of chapter six i just read: taylor goes along with the rich-people party-crash plan out of intent to identify the undersiders' boss & then turn them over to the PRT, and after the fight ends she clings extra tight to brian on the ride back while viewing it as "a goodbye hug." obviously we know she is not going to do this, but as for why she's not going to do this, i think one of the main details beyond simple emotional attachment is that she says she's going to have to try to convince herself that turning the undersiders in is best for the greater good. and she also says that her biggest fear even beyond having former friends hate her again is, years down the line, looking back at this and knowing she made the wrong choice. add onto this armsmaster's shameless brutality towards tattletale during the gala fight & the serious knowledge that they could actually go to forever jail if she turns them in, and i think you've got a simmering subconscious notion that betraying the undersiders would be...less of a win for the greater good, more permanently fucking over other teenagers for no reason that would feel great to look back on in retrospect. she does, at multiple points in worm, demonstrate the ability to do something she genuinely feels is for the greater good even when it's upsetting or decreases her quality of life--take the time she actually does depart the undersiders for the PRT, or the time she storms away from them when she finds out about dinah--but i simply don't think she's truly convinced that turning them in would be for the greater good, anymore. & i don't think this is the only piece of the puzzle, i think just plain and simple emotional attachment to the only friends she's had in a while is also large part of it, but there's definitely an ethical adjustment going on under the hood as well.

i also think it's very notable that when she's fighting armsmaster one-on-one she goes, paraphrased, "no...it can't end like this....not when emma is just in there having an awesome life," which, y'know. extension of the ideas we saw developing in arc 5 about her explicitly using villain life as a way to vent anger over her abuse & gain some form of autonomy/power that causes her to refuse to admit defeat even when she (tells herself) she feels like what she's doing is wrong

#worm spoilers #wormtime 2 #wormtime 2 arc 6

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freezerbnuuy · 21 days ago

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Act 2:15 - Reveal Thyself (Page 2)

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Katlego

To my surprise, he readily lets me in. He's a little unsteady on his feet, and I wonder if it has something to do with the glass of strangely viscous-looking wine in his glass.

"Is there a reason you're here, Katlego?"

"Indeed. I have questions for you, Oskar."

"I see," he says, in a dry tone. "Ask away."

There's something unsettling about the way he looks at me. Nothing behind the eyes. I gaze into the fireplace instead.

"All this talk of Annorin and how much you hate him, and yet there's an air of formality about you that no enemy of Annorin would ever carry about himself."

I probably could have put that in a politer way. I seem to draw his ire.

"You don't believe me? Why would I lie about something like..."

He places his wine glass on the table, and looks at me like he's about to have me for supper.

"Let me clear up a few things for you, Katlego. All of this 'air of formality' comes from having grown up comfortably. I've had most of these clothes for years- more than one hundred of them. I may look like one of the elites who laughed knowing you were ousted from your home, but I can promise you I'm nothing close. Never was, not even back then."

It couldn't be. A vampire? I'd heard stories of bloodsucking creatures both back home and here, and all around the world...I never thought I'd ever meet one. When I faintly sensed his magic, I assumed he was part of a magical bloodline.

"Most of my current income comes from Annorin; his son is my apprentice. He wanted his unwanted child out of his hair and so I'm taking him for every penny that I can."

"I see. What is his son like?"

Oskar lifts himself from his chair, taking another sip of his wine. It's got a peculiar scent...

"That's blood, isn't it?"

"Bloodfruit. Close enough for now," he replies. "As for the boy, he's nothing like his father, thankfully."

"So what could you possibly have against Annorin? Of course, almost everyone hates him now- but why you, and why so much?"

The chuckle in his throat is enough to send a chill down my back. Thank goodness he's mostly on my side.

Oskar

As much as it irks me to know she doesn't trust me, can I blame her? I'd be distrusting, too, if a seemingly 'rich' man I barely knew voiced his distate for an elite seemingly out of nowhere.

Looking at Katlego, I feel the same way I did with Dinah. She's lovely. I could only dream of growing my hair as long as hers. And the dress...a little too colourful for my personal taste, but it suits her colourful personality.

Then it hits, like a punch to the gut. Much like with Dinah, there was something Katlego had that I wanted for myself...I don't want to believe it, but I believe I've worked out what is hiding in those patterns of thought. One thing that every woman I know has in common: femininity. It must be.

The amount of times I'd been mistaken for a woman throughout my entire life, and the fact that it never bothered me that it happened. The fact that I always seemed to get along better with women than with men. The fact that many women who didn't trust men trusted me just fine.

During my days as a soldier, entirely surrounded by other men day in and day out- even though many of them respected me and even called me a friend, there was still a feeling that I somehow didn't belong, that I wasn't like them somehow.

The more the thought dawns on me in clarity, the more I realise that I don't want it in the sense that I wanted it in its entirety. Still...is that possible?

Having magic in your blood opens you up to the fact that both the universe and the mind are impossible to truly define, and completely beyond most people's understanding. Almost everything is technically possible, yes…I'm already living between life and death…to live between masculinity and femininity is surely no less possible-

#divided sims 4 story #freezerbnuuy #show us your stories #sims 4 storytelling #ts4 story #simblr story #sims 4 story #ts4 storytelling #sims storytelling #simblr storytelling

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