#like i love cissie and all but why is she here???

[sageiii]

My favorite part of the new Green Arrow comics will forever be that it's all family bonding and then just Cissie for some reason

[rainedroptalks]

Im finally reading some green arrow stuff instead of studying chemistry and wow can someone get cissie a ride home or something she literally doesn't know these people

[hijinxinprogress]

Young Justice spends all of their time violating the Geneva conventions or mocking their mentors bc they’re traumatized theater kids without any capacity for a verbal filter which is also why they’re not allowed to watch movies at the tower

YJ is watching some hero movie and a character with a gruff voice sternly says “we don’t kill…we’re better than that” so Tim gives the most dramatic sigh and goes “this is giving me back the migraine from our last lecture from the league” which leads to YJ doing their best to dramatically reenact disappointed justice league lectures

Cissie, offhandedly: Most superheroes having that dumbass code that’s some variation of “we don’t kill, we’re better than that…” make me fucking nauseous because who’s we? I’ll have you know my mother assures me that I’m a piece of shit everyday so no I’m not better than this.

Greta, in a mocking disappointed tone: Cissie! I’m very surprised at your behavior, we’ve taught you better than that! We’re here to protect people not to hurt them

Kon, in his best angry Cissie impression: Well, who’s gonna protect my sleep schedule? You woke me up at 3am to stop some idiot that wanted to steal kryptonite? Are you serious?They’re not going to jail they’re going to the nearest cemetery that I can promise you

Anita, in a dramatic hero pose: I’m not like you…you made me realize something, I have friends and people that love me so I’m not going to-

Bart, doing an excellent mimicry of Anita’s unimpressed face: He killed your family wdym you’re better than that, that’s dumb as hell you even look at anyone I know with the tiniest hint of malice you’re leaving in a bodybag

Kon, turning to Bart and making his voice echo the way Greta’s does when she’s annoyed: what is this nonsense I wouldn’t let anyone get away with doing that to you guys I promise they’d suffer immensely

Cassie, hovering in the air doing a terrible impression of disappointed superman: We can’t kill because then we’re no better than they are

Anita, glaring at Cassie with her best Kon impression: I’m okay with that…let’s not pretend you don’t expect this from me, am I supposed to care? They deserve to suffer, why should I be the only one that has to suffer?

Anita, pretending to storm off dramatically while Cassie tries to look disapproving:

Cissie, doing her angry Bart impression: You’re not gonna waste people I actually like then get to chill in jail and breakout in a couple days

Tim, in a dramatic ‘I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed’ tone: I’m not sure how you did things in the future but you can’t do things like this, do you understand?

Cissie, snorting and crossing her arms in the agitated way Bart does: I understand that our first fight will be our last because we’re not doing this shit again I’m not superman

Greta, in a gruff Batman voice: People can change if you give them a chance

Cassie, in a sarcastic Tim impression: I’ll start a timer I’ll even give him five minutes why are you playing with me rn Batman

Bart, sighing disappointedly: You're so angry and I wish you’d find an appropriate outlet for all this aggression. You don’t know what taking a life will do to you, what it’ll take from you….

Tim, in an irritated Kon impression: why not? we can find out let’s do an experiment and find out I like science I’m game hbu??

Cassie, who does the second best Batman voice: Neither of you can even begin to understand-! How do you know you won’t end up ending low tier criminals like pickpocketers? We can’t play judge, jury, and executioner… what happens when you’re wrong? What’s going to stop you?

Greta, fiddling with a phone and shrugging before giving Cassie Tim’s patented ‘I can ruin your life and you’ve just given me a reason’ look while doing her impression of the way Tim stands when he’s pissed and rolling her eyes: Self control? Common sense? When have my hunches ever been wrong? Don’t play with my intelligence, it will not work out for you

Bart, doing his best to copy the way Cassie stands and messes with their hair when they’re pissed: I’m just saying, if you blow up a city block you lose air privileges I have debris in my shoes rn for what?

[JL was meeting with a bunch of reporters in the tower and later had to do a lot of damage control after the press released a statement about the JL failing to rehabilitate young villains]

[bitchyycapricorn]

Im here to request Narcissa Malfoy to kinktober!!! You are free to choose the kink but i want some hard smut pleeeease 🥺🥺

Thx Happy October 🎃😚

Sub!Narcissa Malfoy x Dom!Fem!Reader + Praise

-Good Girl-

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AN: Ik this is a later request for kinktober that’s like a month overdue, I was just feeling a little ✨gay✨ (I fucking love women)

Warnings: SMUT BROSKIE!!! wlw, Dom/Sub dynamic, praise kink, punishment kink, fingering, oral (fem rec)

The feeling of Narcissa Malfoy’s body under yours wasn’t new. In fact, it had become a sort or routine since Lucius had been summoned to stand by the Dark Lords side. Since his leave, you often found yourself in her bed, under her covers, between her thighs, all while pressing rough kisses against her soft skin. And even now, your bottom lip was dragging across the inside of her thigh as you progress towards her heat in a teasing manner. There was always something about Cissy that made you hot and bothered whenever you were in the same room together. Now, only three months after her arranged marriage to your brother, you find yourself wrapping your arms under her thighs and pulling her closer to your face.

A moan erupts from her soft pink lips as your tongue slowly laps up her arousal, pleasing her the way she deserved to be pleased. Your fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips as you pull her closer to your face that was still buried in her cunt. “Y/N…” She whines softly, her hands tugging at your pretty locks. You gave her a warning tap to her thigh in response, still continuing to trace circles around her clit with your tongue. “S-stop teas-…” she begins before another whine escapes her rather swollen lips. Your movements come to a halt as your eyes flicker up to meet hers.

She can’t help but let yet another whine leave her lips, despite knowing exactly what she’d done. “Good girls don’t whine. They use their words.” You tell her, sitting up so you can hover over her body. “Don’t you want to be a good girl?” You ask with a slow hum. Your fingers delicately tracing patterns on her hip down to her upper thigh. Her eyes widen as she bites her lip, only giving a small nod in response. Displeased by her lack of vocalization, you land a sharp smack to the side of her thigh. “I said use your words. If I have to ask again, I wont be able to let you finish tonight.”

“Yes, I want to be a good for you-“ She gasps, the feeling of your slap stinging her thigh as your handprint starts to form on her pale skin. “I wont be whiny anymore, I promise.” She swore. You nod, watching as pleasure clouds her vision at the motion of you entering two fingers into her. Her hands grasp your shoulders as you push your fingers deeper into her soft cunt.

“See, that wasn’t so hard.” You smirk, quickening your pace as your fingers curl inside her. You watch proudly as her eyes roll to the back of her head and her soft moans got louder. Her body seems to melt under your touch as she begins to grind her hips down onto your moving fingers. Her thighs were shaking and her bottom lip quivering as you continue to finger her roughly. “Such a pretty girl,” you coo, watching as she continues to try and get off by using your fingers. Pausing your thrusts, you take the opportunity to press your palm against her cunt, putting pressure on her clit as she continues to grind against your digits. Another cry escaped her lips as she moves her hips faster, fingers now digging into your shoulders as she chases her high.

“Go on, be a good girl and cum on my fingers.” You encourage, thrusting and curling just your fingers in her as she continues to struggle against your palm. You can feel the moment she tenses up, followed by her cunt squeezing your fingers as she releases, soaking the silk sheets beneath her. Her head lolls to the side, as you slowly pull your finger out of her.

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[duchessdulce]

“Lucius,” Narcissa said. She was seated at her dressing table with her wand out, watching herself in the mirror as she dropped her make-up glamours. They had to be removed at night and reapplied in the morning, or they made one’s features go blurry.

“Yes, love?” Lucius’ voice came slightly muffled from his closet, where he was changing into his night clothes.

“You’ll never guess what happened today.”

“Do tell.”

“Do you want to know?”

“I’m on the absolute edge of my seat, dearest.”

Narcissa picked up a brush and began brushing her long, yellow hair.

“You remember Bitsy’s little girl, Cilla?”

“Who?”

“Down at the village. Bitsy, at the bakery?”

“Ah, with the tarts. Yes.”

“She had a baby about a year ago. Pricilla. I told you, she looks just like Draco when he was a baby.”

“Right. Pricilla.” Lucius emerged from his closet wearing dark blue night robes. He was always handsome, tall and broad-shouldered, with his shocking white blond hair that was longer than Narcissa’s. But his night robes made him look softer. Narcissa thought he looked cuddly. She was one of very few people in the world who had ever had this thought about the usually imposing Lucius Malfoy.

“Cilla nearly had a bad fall today, off a chair,” Narcissa said. “But she caught herself. With accidental magic.”

“Are you sure?” Lucius raised his eyebrows.

“Quite sure. The chair was hovering.”

“Did the Muggles see?”

“No, I was alone with her.”

“Well.” Lucius shrugged off his surprise. “It might not be enough to get her to Hogwarts. Could be a one-off.”

“I don’t think so, it was an obvious use of magic. I could clearly see the child has power.”

“Hmm,” Lucius said.

“Louie, darling, I wish you would come with me to see her.”

“Why’s that?”

“She’s the loveliest baby, with blond hair just like Draco. She could easily be his little sister. Honestly, no one would ever guess that she wasn’t ours.”

“Cissy.” Lucius had come to stand behind her, resting his hands on her shoulders. “If you want another baby, we can make it happen. There might be new potions we can try. I could ask Sev —”

“Oh no,” Narcissa waved him off. “Who knows how many years it would take. And I hated being pregnant. The perfect little girl is already right there, and she has magic! It would be so easy, Lucius…”

“Didn’t you say she’s already a year old? People know you didn’t have a baby a year ago.”

“We could go to the continent for a few years. Stay away long enough to muddle the timeline for anyone who’s paying attention.”

“You’d have to find new tutors for Draco. His current ones may not care for the French.” Lucius assumed that she would go to France, because if it were him, he would go to France.

“Just think how much Draco’s French would improve, though,” Narcissa said.

“What about the Muggle parents? And the village? Everyone who knows of the girl’s existence?”

“We could obliviate them easily enough. Muggle minds are weak,” Narcissa said dismissively.

“That’s a lot of people.”

“Not so many. The village is small. And you and I are powerful enough.” She met his gaze in the mirror and smiled. He squeezed her shoulder affectionately, but she saw an uncertain look in his eyes. He was not quite sure if she was serious or not.

“I suppose if we raised her, she would turn out all right,” Lucius said slowly. Not like all those other mudbloods. The words went unsaid, but were understood by both.

“Exactly. We would bring her up properly,” Narcissa said.

“You know if the Ministry found out, we could go to Azkaban,” Lucius said.

“You could think of some explanation. Perhaps her parents abused her because they were afraid of her magic.”

“We could actually come out of it with our reputations improved,” Lucius said, surprised. “Look at the Malfoys, rescuing the poor little mudblood.”

“See, darling, we could make it work!” Narcissa gushed.

—Narcissa Malfoy, Fairy Godmother (a Drarry fic)

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[lesbian-cowpoke]

So I'm thinking about the symbolism associated with Mia Dearden's hair so here's me talking about it:

(Tw for the typical things associated with Mia, rape, child prostitution, drugs)

Okay. So the first time we see Mia, her hair is down.

And she's a child prostitute. Very unhappy, lots of trauma, ect ect.

And the first time we see her with a ponytail

She puts her hair up before standing up to her piece of shit pimp boyfriend.

The next time we see her hair down is when she's pissed at Ollie.

What's she mad at him for? Cheating on Dinah.

And after they hug it out Mia's hair is back in a ponytail.

Something I feel is important to point out is that even after she kills a guy, her hair is still in a ponytail.

But shortly after her hair is down again. Why?

Because she was diagnosed with HIV. Either from her prostitution or her doing meth.

And after she accepts her diagnosis, her hair is up again.

I will mention that the next time we sorta see her hair down is after she is blown up by Light/Merlyn and her hair is buzzed short. Once its long enough for her to tie it up, she does so. But all her hair being cut off could symbolize a couple things.

1: Rape. Her hair was forcibly taken from her via an explosion caused in part by Dr. Light, a rapist who rapes for power and to take things from people and to hurt. And Mia growing her hair out after that trauma could represent her healing.

2: Renewal. GA v3 can be split into 2 parts imo, pre Light explosion, and post Light explosion. Mia's hair being short symbolizes how far she has come since her introduction, how she has changed, ect ect.

I think its a little bit of both tbh.

After that, we se her hair down one more time.

After Red Hood brings up her past. Of prostitution and drugs. it clearly effects her, at least a little.

And after, her hair is in a ponytail again.

Mia's hair is deeply, deeply symbolic to her. It represents her past. It hold memories, a concept seen in many, many cultures. When something traumatic happens to her regarding sex, her hair is down. (Yes, that does include Ollie cheating on Dinah. It may not be as traumatic as the other things, but having a parent cheat on the other does cause a small amount of trauma. it is a Bad Sex Thing, and Mia's hair goes down when Bad Sex Things happen.)

Now, this does tend to be a GA v3 specific thing. But i think it maybe can be applied to other comics, if the writers are aware (and if you really like out there comic theories.)

Like at the DinahOllie wedding. Could her hair be half up half down because ponytails are informal? Probably. But maybe it could also symbolize something good, like half up means its a good marriage. Or maybe it symbolizes something bad, like the fact that it was an imposter Ollie.

Or Mia's new hair.

Her undercut. Maybe it means nothing but looking cool and helping differentiate her from Cissie (and Connor with his long hair lmao). Maybe it means she's a lesbian. Maybe it symbolizes something taken from her, what with her being missing from existence for a bit. The time she never got to live or something.

ANyways thats my long post about Mia's hair because she makes me feral oh my god the symbolism Mia Dearden I love you.

[vveakfish]

do you have any thoughts about the core four whose gender(s) are basically just a trans fruit cocktail that you would like to talk about? because I would love to listen

oh boy DO I !!!

I have So Many thoughts about them Anon, so thank you for giving me an excuse to try and put it into words beyond “Damn, these bitches trans! Good for them.”

Honestly, there are so many different ways to explore these characters genders based on how you choose to interpret their life experiences, and their aesthetic changes, and their relationships with each other. I am of the belief that any of them could be trans in any direction

But, that said, I Do have particular gender headcanons for YJ that i am very fond of, so thats what I’ll be talking about today.

(Small disclaimer. I have not finished all of the comics referenced in this. I am using the information i have to inform these, but you know, i might come back to this post at some point in the future and look at it like “wow, i don’t agree with any of this anymore.” And i think thats okay.

I’m just here to have fun, and i thoroughly enjoy these little guys, and think abt them alot, so enjoy

(also if you dont want to read 4.1k words of blorbo gender analysis, or would like to avoid spoilers for Superboy (1993), Young Justice (1998) & (2019), and Red Robin (2009) in varying degrees of detail, or you just want to see what lables i assigned them, scroll down to the bottom <3))

lets get started.

Bart:

Bart's gender is the most complex, but his thought process about it is also the most simple. I think his view of gender would be very much influenced by the fact that he grew up in VR in the future like…

A body is just an avatar, do what ever the fuck you want with it.

That said, the lil guy has always given me transmasc vibes. These vibes, however, are by no means binary.

He understands that in the 21st century a lot of people do not have his sort of “throw things at the wall and see what sticks” approach to gender, so he’s okay with being put in the box of Boy™. But his gender is a lot more * hand waves vaguely *

Clothes don’t have gender in his eyes, they’re fabric you put on your body. Wear what ever you want forever!

Bart in skirts is something i have seen many people draw/talk about before, and its something i agree with wholeheartedly. He likes hair clips, and like, those loud (actually loud and visually loud) beaded bracelet type things that ravers wear. He like nail polish. He doesn’t grow facial hair, but he wouldn’t care if he did. He’s not on hormones, but he definitely considered it for the bit. “Gotta drink my boy juice” Kind of vibes.

For him gender has Nothing to do with performance, its all about comfort. About wearing what feels right, regardless of whether or not he’s adhering to expectations of masculinity.

Yes, he Will wear that god awful outfit out of the house, haters can die mad

Cassie:

Anon, I need you to understand how much i love early yj98 cass. She is everything to me — her process of coming to terms with herself, and being able to watch her start to feel at home in her own skin. It makes me absolutely feral.

lets see if i can explain why… succinctly

When we first meet her in yj98, her identity as “Wonder Girl” is this sort of amalgamation of What it Means To Be A Hero in her eyes. She has her party city blunt bob wig (Because Diana is who she looks up to), the gloves, leather jacket, goggles combo (that so clearly take inspiration from Kon).

At this point in her life Wonder Girl is not really her. Its very clearly a mask she’s putting on. which is what makes it the perfect avenue for her to explore gender expression without it having to actually be about her gender.

I think the part that specifically makes me feral though is her… we’ll call it admiration of Kon.

The girl is a self proclaimed Superboy stan + theres all the weird not-drama between Cassie and Cissie over wanting attention from Kon. (And i say Not Drama bc its like… Kon flirting with cissie (which like… have you met 90’s Kon?? he flirts with everything that moves) and Cassie being upset that he’s Not flirting with her. and cissie is just along for the ride. She’s not quite as much of a flirt as kon is, but she has her moments)

All of this to say i feel like its impossible to have a conversation about Cassie’s gender without also talking about her experiences with comphet and lesbianism.

At the beginning, Cassie sees Kon — this cocksure, conventionally attractive boy with powers that (at first glance) seem very similar to hers, and felt something about it. And, in the way of teen girls who have been told since grade school that they’re supposed to like boys, Cassie comes to the conclusion that what she feels for Kon must be romantic in nature, right?.

All of this, the jealousy over Kon and Cissie flirting, basing her costume off Superboy’s (intentionally or otherwise), the fact that she wont let her team see her without the wig and goggles at all for so much of yj98. To me it all reads as the tangled mix of undiscovered lesbianism and gender dysphoria that the poor girl simply doesn’t have the words to define yet.

So, then what IS cassie’s deal with gender???

i am so very glad you asked.

She, too, is a transmasc of the nonbinary variety.

I think her relationship to femininity is complex, and ever changing. She doesn’t feel comfortable performing femininity the way the world expects her to, but she is also part Amazon. And i think having a relationship with both Diana and Donna would greatly influence how she felt about femininity as a whole.

The Amazons are strong, their femininity isn’t about beauty, or being soft spoken — it isn’t about Men at all. On Themyscira, to be a Woman is about bravery, honor, skill, and in some ways, divinity. Getting closer with her Amazonian sisters would change her relationship to womanhood immensely.

But it still wouldn’t feel Right. She would be able to see that womanhood can be defined differently, but that wouldn’t change the connotations that womanhood had as she was growing up. She’d never be able to lean into it the way Diana or Donna do — they both grew up only having woman defined as strong and brave and confident. Their experiences are not analogous.

The baggage of growing up a girl under the patriarchy wouldn’t just… vanish because she sees that it Doesn’t have to be that way. In some ways, the knowledge that it didn’t have to be that way could make her dysphoria all that stronger (especially if she hasn’t quite deciphered that dysphoria is what she’s feeling).

but i think there would be a point where two things sharpen into focus for her.

fiirstly she has a big fat crush on cissie king-jones.

and second (which would only come AFTER realizing her feelings for cissie) is that what she feels for Kon is Not the same as what she feels for Ciss.

She didn’t want to be with Kon romantically, she just wanted his gender.

I could see her experimenting with wearing a binder, liking that she can get rid of her boobs if she isn’t feeling them that day.

She already has her short hair, and her leather jacket and jeans, and shes big and buff and strong (because she deserves to be butch!!! okay???).

I still think she would use she/her pronouns, but she wouldn’t be picky ab it (if she gets called sir while at the pizza place, she’s not going to correct them.)

But here’s the kicker — I think leaning hard into her masculinity would be EXACTLY what she needs in order to actually ENJOY expressing femininity again.

When putting on the mask that is ‘womanhood’ becomes something that she can Choose to do, rather than something that is being forced on her, it can be pleasant. Like playing dress up.

She has a new appreciation for it, especially since her friends respect her gender, and she knows at the end of the day, when she takes the makeup, the clothes, and the wig off, underneath it all she’s just her.

(Small addendum re: TT’03 Cassie’s fem phase. I have Many thoughts about this as well, and while they end up in roughly the same place, i exploring her experience with comphet and her decision to dress in a more traditionally feminine in that run is something id like to explore in another post (once i’ve actually read the run too.)

Cissie (bonus):

This one should be shorter than Cassies, mainly because my reasoning for it is much simpler.

YJ'98 (#11)

She lists all these names, all of them feminine except for Fucking Ralph. “One weird phase” she calls it.

To me, Cissie is a transgirl through and through. She has this huge list of femme names she tried on while she tried to find the one that fit best. She mentions ralph in this off handed way, as if its not important, and i think thats just her way of dismissing her deadname as something of little consequence.

(that said, i think there’s lots of fun to be had with transmasc cissie, or tried transing-her-gender and realized it wasn’t for her Cissie. But as a transfemme, tgirl cissie is So important to me <3)

Kon:

other people on here have made posts about Kon’s gender that are much more coherent than this will be, but i’m putting the words down anyway. bear with me.

Kon’s experience with identity (especially in his earlier years) is almost entirely about the external rather than the internal.

Kon has his whole life planned out for him from the moment he opens his eyes. It’s simple really — become Superman.

So you have this freshly hatched teenage boy, saving the world as Superman (not the Only one, but definitely the coolest one (Kon would argue)). All eyes on him, all the time. In some ways, performance is inseparable from who he is. From the very beginning, everything he does is on display.

He starts his life with a Name (Superman), a life path (…again, Superman), and all the confidence of a sixteen year old jock with nothing but wins under his belt. then it all gets taken away.

Turns out Clark ISNT dead, and the world doesn’t need its pint sized superman anymore now that its got the real thing.

enter Superboy

Kon’s entire identity, his whole purpose for being alive, was to step into the shoes of a dead man who is no longer dead. So where does that leave our genetically engineered test tube baby?

lost, and extremely confused.

But he’s good at using his charisma as a shield, and even better at keeping himself busy. His problems aren’t there if he doesn’t have the time to think about them, right?

and i think that’s true about his gender as well.

Similar to Cassie, his discovery and exploration of his gender feels incredibly tied to his sexuality (to me). If you’ve read sb93, you know Kon’s deal with women. He is cute & conventionally attractive & he's like superman with a fashion sense, so of course there are people fawning over him.

And he loves the attention. He likes that people want him, or that they are looking at him. The issue is he doesn’t have the life experience to realize that their reasons for paying attention to him are often very shallow, manipulative, or selfish.

He isn’t treated as a person very often. He’s a brand, a product, a tool, a weapon. He’s arm candy, he’s a photo op, he’s a headline, he’s a paycheck. And it takes him a long time to be able to tell the difference between someone Liking Him & someone Using Him.

For the longest Time, Superboy is all he is. He doesn’t have a name outside of that identity (except for the various pet names the women in his life give him (kid & pup, mainly)).

And even when Clark does give him his real name, Kon-El, its still Attatched to his identity as Superboy.

I dont think that he would really even be able to start dissecting how HE feels about his identity until he’s much older.

Part of this would come from the space to be someone else that gaining a civilian identity would give him. As Superboy, the goal has always been to stand out, to be seen, to shine like the sun.

As Conner Kent, he has to blend in. He doesnt want to draw attention to himself, or the Kents, or Clark. He has to fit in, which was never something he had to do as Kon. And i think it would kind of chafe at him — but he wouldn’t really know why.

I think he’d chalk it up to how different of an experience it is. Not being loud, having to be normal™. And so i think he’d just… continue to play the part. For a while anyway.

And like, part of being Normalest Boy Conner Kent would also involve actively un-queer coding himself for the sake of fitting into the ecosystem of Smallville High. and its like…

Young Justice, as a friend group, is SOOO queerplatonic. The lines between romantic and platonic intimacy are so blurred, and Prior to Kon’s YJ days he he was also like… living with these woman who he had complicated relationships with that also blurred the lines between platonic, romantic, and sexual (…looking at you, Knockout).

So learning where the line is when it comes to how he can acceptably interact with his civilian friends (particularly the boys) would Really open his eyes to just how close he is with Bart and Tim, and how similar his feelings for them are to his feelings for… lets say, Simon Valentine.

But i dont think That is what would actually tip the scale. I think realizing that these feelings for his friends aren’t considered ‘normal’ would make him shove them down deeper. As ‘Conner’ anyway.

from here it could go two ways, right?

Either we get Teen Titans ‘03 t-shirt Kon, who sheds his GNC 90s swag in exchange for adhering closer to traditional (read; boring) masculine gender roles.

or we get a Kon who leans Harder into his punk roots, but its a conscious choice now.

(this isn’t even digging into how he would feel once Jon comes into the picture, because while Kon cares for that boy Deeply, his feelings abt the new kiddo in the family could also be very complicated. But that’s a post for another time.)

Personally i prefer the second one.

Kon has always been a curious kid, i love the way he makes pop culture references, and how he bases his behavior off of 90’s teen tropes that he Most Definitely learned from TV. In his early days this wasn’t done in a research way necessarily, but he Did want to learn what it was like to Be a Teen™, and TV was the easiest way to figure that out.

(and, playing in the space of Kon adaptations, his love of media/pop culture, and just over all thirst for knowledge, are present both in the Reign of the Supermen Movie, and in his iteration during the n52 (which is one of the few things i personally have internalized from reading n52 Superboy/Teen Titans)).

But post gay awakening, i feel liked he’d be interested not just in behaviors, but also the context of them. Digging into punk as a subculture rather than as an aesthetic. Learning about its connections to queerness, and community, and self expression. And i think this would be extremely freeing for him. (especially if this were around the time of Jon becoming Superboy v.3, but again, not the point of this post.)

this all culminates in Kon being like yk? gender just… isnt for me. Like, it takes im a long time to get to this point, but realizing that the path that was set out for him is just one of the potential paths he can take, and while he might not know where this new path will take him, its his, that that matters.

And also like, Because his friends are who they are, he’s seen different versions of queerness, and transness, but i think it would take him a bit to see himself as someone who Isn’t Cis bc like… he doesnt have dysphoria in the traditional sense.

He’s still the beefcake he’s always been, but i think he’d start playing with makeup when he realizes it makes him feel good (he shows up the the cave one day with smudgy eye liner and Cissie is immediately like a) you look so good and b) can i Please do your makeup? (and then she does it, and he looks so pretty, and he gets these weird giddy feelings that he doesn’t realize is gender euphoria until his friends start talking abt gender euphoria)

His uniform starts to get more personalized too, like the designs where he has knee patches, and all his little belts, and stuff. maybe he starts experimenting with showing skin. bc he deserves it

(’its for maximum sun exposure!!!’ is the what he tells clark… he’s not sure if clark bought it or not)

And hey, exploring gender presentation more as Superboy might help him do the same as Conner. Cassie will take him thrifting, he’ll try of a flowy skirt or a sun dress or something and then its Over. Gender euphoria part two, electric boogagloo.

In the end, its about realizing that adhering gender roles (and truthfully, any socially imposed ‘rule’ about self expression) is something he can simply Choose not to do. And i think this freedom would be something that benefits him in his civilian life as well.

His gender is: literally what ever, man.

Tim:

Ok, here’s the thing about Tim and gender, right? I think he’s kind of just comfortable as he is. He’s good at playing the roles he needs to in what ever situation hes thrown into. ‘Robin’ and ‘Tim Drake’ (and even ‘Tim Drake-Wayne’ if you want to split hairs) might be masks he wears, but that doesn’t mean they’re any less him. if that makes sense. like…

Lets look at the differences between Bruce (or Brucie) and Batman for a second. They really are different people. Batman is who bruce is at his core, ‘bruce’ is this sort of liminal space between the cowl and his public persona, and then theres Brucie™, and well, you know how he is. These are personas that Bruce puts on.

With Tim its like he just highlights different aspects of himself when a situation requires it. (oh no, the autistic!Tim head canons are being loud today.) But like, he’s Always been masking. And i think this is something he would look at as like… getting a good grade in adapting. or something. He’s comfortable, all the roles he plays are ones he’s familiar with, and he doesn’t really question who he is outside of who he needs to be.

That is, until Caroline Hill makes an appearance.

I feel that the decision to go undercover as a woman was a wholly practical decision in the moment. It’s what the mission required, and therefore tim stepped up. Its just another mask, right? Surely this wont awaken anything in him…right?

But this is an entirely new mask. And i think it might like… shift the way he looks at/thinks about the other masks he puts on. He was able to step into a role that was very foreign to him, and it Worked. (and he felt pretty, which like… woah, thats a new feeling. and he kinda liked it? file that under ‘thoughts he doesn’t have the bandwidth to process right now.’ Bruce needs him back at the cave! its time to debreif! and he has a biology test tmrw! no time for gender scaries!!!).

I think it would take a while for him to be able to admit it to himself though. Because like… hes Not uncomfortable with his body, but he also keeps thinking about how good he felt dressed up femininely, and how he felt powerful, in a way. That putting on that mask felt just as good as putting on his domino.

Personally, i think itd be funny if instead of coming out right away, Tim doing undercover missions essentially in drag becomes a recurring thing. And i imagine some people give him a hard time. (not in a transphobic way or anything, i just mean like, teasing him fondly or what ever.) (Also, i like to imagine that when cissie Did kons makeup, bart and Tim jumped in there too bc like hey why not, and hoooooo boy, if Tims egg hadn’t cracked before then, it sure would have cracked after.)

The thing about him is, i’m not sure if he’d come to the realization himself. You know, that he would like to present femme sometimes, in a situation that has Nothing to do with a mission.

I could see Tim convincing himself that its a pointless or frivolous desire, which is Why he relegates his time presenting femme to when he can prove that it’s useful.

but i have this image in my mind, right? Of him, taking his makeup and wig off, and hes chatting with whoever is in the room with him (literally anyone else mentioned above… or Dick). And Tim’s just talking about how he wishes he could present this way in situations other than missions.

and the other person in the room is just like… i mean, you literally can.

and hes just like…. shit you’re right. i Can :0

I could probably go further into depth abt this, but i think this just frees him to start playing with gender more as Tim. and start to recognize when he’s feeling more masculine, more feminine, or somewhere in between.

His gender isn’t consistent, its this thing he’s constantly listening to, and trying to understand. but in the mean time, he can paint his face, and wear pretty clothes, or dress like just Some Guy, or be a hedgehog dressed in traffic light colors, or what ever his heart desires.

As far as like… how He describes his gender, i think he’d say something corny like bi^2 (bi of both the sexual and the gendered varieties). Or shrug, handwave, generally give a non-helpful vague description. Or tell who evers asking to buzz off.

(small addendum wrt Kon and Cassie in TT’03. I haven’t read this run yet, so i didn’t really include it in this post. But i Do have thoughts about what might cause the two of them (my gnc besties from my comics books) to lean sooooo hard into traditional gender roles after being So Queercoded in their other appearences. Before i talk abt that though, i want to read the comic. So, that will have to be a post for another time)

ANYWAY, heres that TL;DR i promised.

Bart: NB Transmasc Cassie: NB Lesbian (of the transmasc variety) Kon: Agender Tim: Fluid (bi-gender) + Cissie: Transgirl

Thank you soooooo much for giving me the opporrtunity to ramble abt the silles and how Not Cis i think they are. Love you forever.

[klinefelterrible]

Narcissa: *drunk* of all my family I only ever loved you, Andy

Andromeda: you mean of all your sisters

Narcissa: yep

Narcissa: wait, do we have some other family?

Andromeda: there’s Sirius, and Regulus

Narcissa: yeah no They Are GAY

Andromeda: yes indeed but does that mean you love them less?

Narcissa: nope

Narcissa: that means I love them by default

Andromeda: so what you’re saying is that you don’t love Bellatrix only

Narcissa: yeah that bitch is too crazy

Narcissa: and she is flat as a board

Narcissa: there is literally no way anyone could hug her

Bellatrix: I never loved any of you either

Narcissa: nobody asked you

Bellatrix: I don’t even like you

Andromeda: I know that that ain’t true

Bellatrix: I would literally put you both to the dungeon next to each other and let you starve to death

Narcissa: see what I mean?

Narcissa: that’s why I don’t love her

Andromeda: lie down face up, Bella

Bellatrix: why

Bellatrix: what for

Andromeda: I will sit on your face and you will eat my ass and whatever comes out of it

Narcissa: ewww that’s gross!

Bellatrix: right here?

Andromeda: right now!

Narcissa: that is so wrong—

Andromeda: *takes off panties and sits on Bellatrix’s face, covering her with the dress cloth*

Narcissa: this is soo

Andromeda: look at the bright side

Narcissa: which is?

Andromeda: you don’t have to see her

Narcissa: I could have just closed my eyes

Narcissa: like this

Andromeda: and you can’t hear her

Narcissa: but can she hear me?

Andromeda: Bella, can you hear her?

Bellatrix: mmf

Andromeda: I think I heard some muffled noise

Narcissa: *kneels by Andromeda’s ass* I DONT LOVE YOU, BELLATRIX!

*the door opens*

*Sirius and Remus look through*

Sirius: are you drunk, Cissy?

Narcissa: I cannot agree nor disagree, ep-

Sirius: Is Bella eating your ass, Andy?

Andromeda: *nods*

Sirius: ARE YOU OKAY, BELLA?

Bellatrix: *muffled noises*

Narcissa: NOBODY CARES!

Remus: I literally cannot wait to be a part of this family

Andromeda: you are so welcome, Remus, boy

Narcissa: AND THE FLATHEAD BITCH IS NOT!

Andromeda: and who’s gonna eat my ass if she’s gone, honey?

Narcissa:

Narcissa: …me?

Andromeda: no…? Come on!

Narcissa: you won’t make m—

Andromeda: oh please, try again

Narcissa: oof…

Narcissa: she could always visit, like, every Sunday morning when I am asleep

Andromeda: she is not going anywhere

Bellatrix: mmf

Narcissa: oh shut the fuck up

Narcissa: you don’t get a vote

Sirius: technically—

Narcissa: ASS EATERS SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Remus: that means you too

Sirius: I know

[misspickman]

if you’re doing the soft sentence starters may i request “all my choices lead me to you” for cissiecassie

You can never truly rid yourself of vigilantism; many had told Cissie so, from her mother to idiots on TV who knew nothing but loved to spew deep-sounding bullshit to win over the gullible. Though mostly when people talked about this, they'd talk of deep-seated traumas, nightmares and seeing the world through a different set of eyes.

It was all fair and true, as much as she loathed to admit it, but none of it was why she couldn't really quit vigilantism for good. No, it was because of her friends, who were meddling pieces of work and could never leave her alone, and where they came, trouble followed.

“I can never be free,” she gritted her teeth and complained, half heartedly. Her hands worked fast, still remembering the steps as if it hadn't been years since she had to patch someone up. “You can never let me be, can you?”

It wasn't fair. It was coming out of fear more than genuine anger, and some anger borne out of worry. As upset as she was, Cissie could admit that. And certainly Cassie, with her torso torn and bleeding still, could not pay attention to how unfair she was being, so Cissie could be granted this petty indulgence.

Cassie groaned, weak and airy. It sounded like a badly worn out boat whistle, and made Cissie grimace. Then she said, all creaky and pale, “I told them not to bring me here.”

And it broke Cissie’s heart a little, and some of that bitterness wore off instantly like doused with boiling water. It was never about not wanting to help, not even about hating them for bringing trouble to her doorstep—she knew how impossible it was to shake it off. She was not immune to it either.

But seeing Kon burst through her balcony door with crumbled Cassie in his arms had made all her shackles raise. Here she stood in her pajamas, ready to put on an episode of Gilmore Girls to fall asleep too, and her best friend was bleeding all over her couch. What could she possibly do to be of use—why would they count on her like this? Why put her in this position over and over again?

“I need to go,” Kon had said, and Cissie had been furious with him in that moment, even if she understood. Her place was the closest. More lives were at stake. Her brief discomfort was nothing against the vast evils they were probably going up against etcetera etcetera. She knew all that.

Kon promised, “I'll be back in a minute.”

Cissie couldn't stand to watch them hurt; she couldn't take it knowing they were hurt somewhere away from her. Her life was made out of contraries, and still whichever way you spun it, she couldn't help them in any real way. She could wash Cassie’s wounds and wrap bandages around her trembling stomach as she struggled to breathe, but that was all temporary. She couldn't even heal her in a way that mattered; Kon would return soon enough to take her to a real doctor, and this would become just another slip up they'll all laugh about in a month.

Maybe she hadn't been making this easy. But thinking of Cassie feeling hesitant to come here for Cissie’s sake… it was no better than knowing she had been hurt. Was that selfish of her? She really should pick a side.

“Don't say that,” Cissie chided, finishing up with the bandages that were already steadily being bled through. She dragged her palms over the naked strips of skin above the wound, both in some poor attempt to soothe her friend and to soothe herself, to feel Cassie’s warm skin move with her ragged breaths.

“I thought you didn't want me here.”

It was a joke. It didn't sound like one to an unfamiliar ear but Cissie knew it because she knew what Cassie’s face did when she tried to make a joke that she knew wouldn't land. Not that it had ever stopped her before.

“I always want you here,” she said. And it was true, and it was not nearly as simple as that.

Cassie hummed and stared up at the ceiling, tight lipped. It wasn't often that she allowed anyone to see through the cracks of blinding confidence to what Cissie had long known was a soft middle, stitched well but not always holding. She could see through it. Cassie let her, and that had to mean something. Even with the world of differences between them, this stayed the same.

Unwilling, Cissie pulled her hands away from Cassie’s skin. It was sticky with blood and sweat and now her hands were too, as she pressed the tips of her fingers one against the other.

On the now stained couch, Cassie mumbled, “You just can't escape me.”

Cissie scoffed. If she wanted—but this was so not the point. She couldn't imagine wanting it, even if Cassie came with all the baggage of a dangerous life.

“I'm not trying to. Idiot,” Cissie grumbled at her gently. Cassie laughed. Encouraged by the brief cheeriness,

Cissie let her fingers trail across Cassie’s knuckles—bloody and scraped, too, though that was less worrying. That was just Cassie. “I make the choice to stick around every time.”

Cassie frowned, her eyebrows creasing. She looked to be at the edge of consciousness, and Cissie bent closer to snap her fingers in front of her face. It felt mean but it made Cassie blink and her face fold in a funny expression, so it was worth it.

She groaned. “Stupid choices.”

There didn't seem to be a head wound among her injuries but there was blood clotting her golden curls. Cissie pushed back the strands clinging to her forehead. Sticky. She didn't mind. Was almost glad to share the experience, in some weird way.

“Maybe,” she said. “But all my choices lead me to you, so there must be some good in it.”

For a moment Cassie seemed dumbfounded, her red eyes still glued to the ceiling and open wide. She laid there with no further reaction for long enough that Cissie figured she hadn't heard her, or was too tired to continue the conversation—a first one they'd had in a while, with both of them busy, their lifestyles more and more incompatible as they went.

But then Cassie blinked, some of that shock washing away with it, and composed herself, as much as one can when lying half-conscious with a nasty gash in their side.

“Wow,” she said, the word a drawl in her slow mouth. “Do you like me or something?”

A sad attempt at sidetracking; very Cassie. Even that made Cissie swell with a well-known fondness.

She could let Cassie have that one. Because she was bleeding and exhausted and likely feeling terribly useless for having to be taken out of the fight before it ended. Worse, had to be carried away to another person to babysit her while her teammates continued doing their jobs.

If Cissie was in her place, she'd be mad too. The self sacrificial tendencies came with the job. That, too, was what made Cissie roll around in her bed at night.

It's not easy being friends with a bunch of superheroes, she'd told Cassie once, who had taken it badly and in a completely wrong way, as she tended to do. They'd never discussed it again and Cissie figured Cassie got over it and forgot about the whole thing.

Apparently not.

“I wouldn't change a thing,” she said, fingers lingering over Cassie’s forehead. She ran her thumb over her furrowed eyebrow and felt her relax under the touch. “It's not easy, but I'm glad it is the way it is.”

“What?” Cassie asked.

Playing dumb. That was fine. Cissie knew her words landed. Or would land, once Cassie’s head cleared a little bit.

No time for that; she heard the gentle knocks against the window frame before Kon flew in her living room, sheepishly avoiding the scattered glass he caused not an hour ago that couldn't hurt him either way. He looked rough, and still wore himself with all the grace of a flash of light in the air. The deep, uplifting voice came through.

“I've come for my gracious leader. Sorry about the door,” he said. “I'll pay you back?”

“It's fine,” Cissie shook her head. Except well, it wasn't, but it also was, and she'd already forgotten about it in a hurry to take care of Cassie.

That was out of her hands now. Thankfully, she thought, because she was no professional and Cassie needed actual medical attention. She thought this and she knew it, and still felt all queasy as Kon lifted Cassie up and away from her.

He gave Cassie a moment to adjust to the change in position, her head lolling over to rest on his shoulder, then saluted to Cissie and flew away. Just like that. It gave Cissie a strong sense of déjà vu.

After a brief sting of panic as she lost sight of them, she sent a text to Tim to let her know when Cassie is deemed okay. She was not surprised by not getting a response quickly, knowing they were definitely still busy with cleanup and dragging each other back to the HQ. Post-mission duties took time. She knew this. It didn't make the wait any less excruciating.

It was around 2am that Tim told her it was all a-okay; nothing but a flesh wound, he carried the message from Cassie. It relieved her of worry but didn't lessen the all familiar weight in the pit of her stomach as she sat next to the drying stain of blood on her couch, wide awake.

[mamawasatesttube]

STEPHCASS ROSECASSIE CISSIECASS UHHH LESBIANS. idk if you've gotten these wlw but i think i have to push the agenda.

STEPHCASS!!!!!!!!

Ship It

1. What made you ship it?

honestly you partly, but also that page where they're comparing shitty dads and steph talks about cluemaster and cass is like yeah david cain shot me and steph goes "damn i can't beat you at ANYTHING!!!" and they both giggle.

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

theyre messy but they LOVE each other. they actually get layers and nuance in their relationship in canon and its SO fun like the way cass wants to protect steph so badly she sees her as lesser and doesn't respect her. or the way steph sees cass as an unattainable standard to strive towards. it's sooo fun

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

they are NOT just fluffy conflictless background wlw!!!! cass WILL say some shit about wanting to protect steph and steph will lose her temper and SCREAM at her and they won't talk for 3 days before they reconcile!!! they have SHIT to figure out!!!! they love each other so much but that is NOT all there is to them!!!

cassierose here!!

CISSIECASS... OH IM INTRIGUED.

Don’t Ship It

1. Why don’t you ship it?

ive literally never thought about it before now. "don't ship" is VERY tentative. i will be so, so easily swayed. (maybe even by the time i'm done typing this response.)

2. What would have made you like it?

THEM EVER GETTING TO INTERACT ON PAGE GODDAMN.

3. Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?

okay i'm INTRIGUED and COMPELLED by the idea of cass meeting + befriending + dating a former hero who chose to retire and live as a civilian. i don't think cass would expect anyone to do that and meeting cissie would like blow her mind a little bit. i think they could have a FASCINATING dynamic and conversations about like... finding purpose and balancing the life and everything. i am INTRIGUED...

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Andromeda was sure. Hundred percent. Although that didn't mean she wasn't shaking in fear. But the crave of seeing her sisters, her family, was stronger.

They stared at the Mansion in the distance.

It had been four months since Andromeda left. It was almost Christmas. Family Holiday. Andromeda had the hope to talk to everyone again and explain. Maybe if they saw how much in love she was, how Ted made her extremely happy, they could understand.

"Yeah I am sure" Andromeda grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

Ted didn't look happy "Let me go with you, love. Please. I don't want them to think the worse of me. I don't want them to think I am a coward"

"I think I should go first"

Andromeda remembered the furious rage of her father as he pointed the gun to Ted's skull. "I'm gonna kill you! How dare you take my daughter away from me!"

Andromeda shook that horrible memory away. Cissy first and maybe her mother. Bella and her father were the difficult ones. But Andromeda needed to explain.

"If everything goes well" Andromeda added with a comforting smile "I'll let you inside"

Ted's eyes flickered through her face with worry. He, then, pulled her in for a kiss. "I love you" he whispered.

"I love you too" So so much.

They heard another car approaching. Andromeda knew it was Boris, the chauffeur, with the family's car.

Andromeda trembled a little. If her father was inside that vehicle, they were screwed. So it was torture while the car stopped in front of Ted's truck and they waited until a figure came out from the backseat.

It wasn't Andy's father. Worse. It was her sister Bellatrix.

God, how furious did she look. And oh God, how much Andromeda missed her.

"Wait here" Andromeda said as she opened the door.

"Dromeda, please" Ted begged.

"Trust me" she told him with a smile. Then stepped out.

Bellatrix was still looking at her with rage but Andromeda knew her well. She was trying to hide her true feelings.

When she turned to look at Ted like a cockroach, Andromeda decided to intervene.

"Hi Bella"

"What are you fucking doing here?" Bellatrix said, then she stepped closer, raising her voice "Are you bloody mental?" she roared "How can you dare come here after what you did!? How do you dare bring..." she made a face of disgust as she looked at Ted "that... to our house!! My house! Not yours anymore!"

Andromeda took a deep breath.

"Where is Cissy?"

"None of your business!" Bella spat "She is not your sister anymore"

Andromeda's eyes filled with tears "How can you say that, Bella? What did I do that was so wrong?"

"Messing up with scum!"

Andromeda was losing patience "I just want to talk"

Bellatrix seemed to be considering it.

"You want to talk?" she asked "Fine!" she walked towards the car and opened the door "Get inside. If I stay here, I think I will vomit" she gestured towards Ted.

Andromeda had the hope and determination to change her sister's mind. She could handle the insults and nasty comments. She knew Bellatrix very well.

Andy jumped when she heard the honk from Ted's trunk. He was looking at her, trying to say "What are you doing?"

"I have to" she mouthed.

"Are you coming or what?" Bellatrix snapped "I don't have all day"

Andromeda gave Ted an apologetic look before getting inside the car.

"Drive" Bellatrix told Boris.

Andromeda couldn't do anything as the car drove away. She didn't want to see Ted's worried expression.

"You have nerve to come here" Bellatrix spoke "Nobody wants to see you"

Andromeda noticed Bellatrix was doing her best not to look her in the eye.

"Why?"

Bellatrix turned her head quickly "You selfish little bitch! You left Rod on the altar and humiliated our family's name and prestigious by doing so..."

"I feel sorry for Rod but it wouldn't been fair marrying him if I didn't truly love him"

Bella scoffed in disbelief "Love is an invented theory for weak people"

"You used to say you loved Rodolphus" Andromeda reminded her. The love of her life, she used to say.

"I was a silly little girl" Bella spat "Then you grow up and realize that love is the stupid fantasy that they sell us in romance stories. Love is about thinking about what's right for others, for your family" Bella tsked "Do you actually know all the mess that you left behind? The disgrace that daddy had to face with the Lestranges? With Grandfather? With the all the guests? Who let me tell you were very important people... And for what, ha? An adventure with a dirty little waiter?"

Andromeda knew her decision had been difficult and that it would have brought consequences. Although being with Ted taught her that love gave people strength to face anything.

"He is not an adventure" she clarified "I love him"

Bellatrix laughed in a mocking way "Oh please... I thought you were better than Cissy who fell for the first asshole that made her feel special"

The mention of their Cissy made Andy's heart ache. How was she? How was her relationship with Malfoy? That was something that worried Andromeda a lot.

"That's what men do" Bella continued "they make you feel special until they get what they want from you: open wallet and open legs"

Andromeda shook her head. She took a quick glance at Boris on the other side of the window. "Ted is not like that"

"Don't be a fool!" Bella had the strange energy that Andromeda knew as avoidance. She attacked others so people wouldn't see her hurting "Probably that wanker's idea to bring you to make amends today. He wants rich daddy in law to welcome him into the family, yeah?"

"I asked him to come"

"After all these months? Felt cold feet and guilty to come before!?"

"I didn't think you would want to see me" Andromeda snapped losing patience "Did daddy tell you what he tried to do? That he almost shot Ted... And me?"

Bellatrix was uninterested "Shame he didn't dare to pull the trigger"

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, BELLATRIX?" Andromeda was yelling "DO YOU HEAR YOUR SELF SPEAK SOMETIMES?"

Bellatrix was laughing.

Andromeda tried to keep the composure. The Bellatrix that she used to know was no longer there. The dreamer, determined little girl that wanted to be someone in the world. The girl who wasn't the princess or damnsel in distress while playing, she was the warrior. The girl who wanted everything to herself and didn't settle for less. The girl Andromeda used to admire.

"I FREAKING MISS YOU, OKAY?" Andromeda started to cry. She couldn't take it anymore "I miss all of you..."

Bellatrix stopped laughing.

"I didn't want this to happen" Andromeda sobbed "I didn't want to lose my family like this"

Bellatrix softened her expression.

"Then get rid of him" she whispered.

Andromeda sniffed "What?"

Bella's eyes filled with tears.

"I don't care about Rod or the Lestranges. They left to America anyway" Bella moved her body to face her and grabbed her hand "We can leave this in a past and move on. I can convince Daddy to let you back in..."

Andromeda shook her head.

"Grandfather might be more difficult but we can think of something..."

Tears started falling down Andromeda's cheeks because this is what she wanted. To have her sister back, but not like this. She didn't understand.

"You just have to promise me you'll stop seeing him, Andy" Bella said with a begging tone. She was crying as well.

"Bella..."

"The fucking adventure is over, you tasted street scum but its time you get back to where you belong"

Andromeda was in shock.

"I have a plan to fight for the Company" she continued "Sirius is more of a messed up brat each day. He won't last as the Heir. And we know Regulus is a pussy to even try...."

"Bellatrix!" Andromeda exclaimed pulling her hands away.

This family was a mess. They're all competing against each other and plotting behind their backs for what, money? Power?

Bellatrix's dream of owning the company had made her just like the rest of them. Rotten.

Andromeda had changed a lot during this time. She lived in the world where money and power didn't exist. It was more about love, effort and sacrifice.

Andromeda wanted her family back but not like this. She didn't want to go back to the way things were.

"I cannot leave him" Andromeda spoke patiently "I cannot leave Ted"

Bellatrix rolled her eyes.

"Is his pathetic dirty dick that great?"

Andromeda sighed and raised her hand. She showed her sister her finger. There was a delicate golden ring with a tiny pearl. Ted had to sell some of his old instruments to buy it.

"We're engaged" Andromeda confessed with tears in her eyes. Bellatrix was shocked "We're getting married after the Holidays...." she sniffed "I love him, Bella. I really really love him"

Bellatrix's shocked expression turned into fury. Before Andromeda had time to react, her sister had slapped her across the face. Her left cheek hurt and burned, and when Andy touched it she noticed it was bleeding. Bella had cut her cheek with one of her own rings.

"You filthy little whore!" Bellatrix sneered "You ruined it!" and she even pushed her "You fucking ruined everything!"

Andromeda felt some sort of peace of understanding what was truly the reality. Bella would never accept it.

"Maybe you don't understand, maybe Daddy is as stubborn" Andromeda said "But I want to talk with Narcissa and Mummy"

"They don't want to speak with you!" Bellatrix chanted like a little girl.

"I am getting married, Bella, and you are my family"

Bellatrix groaned.

"Don't you get it? They all hate you"

Andromeda noticed the venom on her sister's voice.

"They despise you. You make everyone sick. They think you are selfish... You are not longer part of this family. Grandfather has vanished you from the will and the tapestry"

Andromeda began crying again.

"You are nothing more than a stranger to us. Even worse than a bug in our shoe" Bella spat "And I am going to make sure Narcissa doesn't even dare to speak to you again. And Mummy, and Daddy and all of our family... Even the stupid servitude will ignore you"

Andromeda tried to catch some breath as she sobbed.

"Now get out of my car, it reeks of poverty, dirtiness and street. It's making me sick"

Andromeda took a deep breath before she responded "You turned into a horrible person, Bella..."

Bella raised her nose and crossed her arms, looking away.

"I really hope one day you regret this, and it is not too late for us"

Andromeda knocked the driver's window "STOP THE CAR!"

As soon as it stopped Andromeda opened the door and stepped out, slamming the door behind her. She didn't care if Ted's trunk was probably miles away. Andromeda started walking as she cried. She had lost her family. Maybe forever.

"Drive! Get me out of here" Bellatrix yelled inside the vehicle.

"Wish me to drive you home, Miss?" Boris asked trying to sound indifferent. Probably that twat heard the whole conversation.

Bellatrix would have to bribe him later.

"No! Not home!" Bella snapped "Just take me anywhere but just drive!"

"Yes, Miss"

The window was closed and the car drove away, that's when Bellatrix turned to the window just in time as tears filled her eyes.

Bellatrix wiped them away and swallowed the rest. She had to be strong. She had promised. She was not crumbling down.

[grimmbitty]

Okay kind of a different post than my normal stuff but I did just want to put all of these in one place. These are my character analysis slides that I’ve been working on!

Breaking down the character of Billy Batson has been so fun for me, and its by far my favorite part of the writing process. So here’s what I have so far for my interpretation of the character.

Here is my first slide where I breakdown the basic overview of my story. Just outlining the basic plot summary, the story’s themes, and the basic character arc for Billy.

As you can see it’s very similar to the first movie I’ve just modified some things here and there to add my own fun twist to Billy’s origin story.

[ MORE SLIDES BELOW ]

In this slide is where I breakdown Billy’s passive motivation, something I see that is necessary for all superhero characters. Similar to Spider-Man’s “power and responsibility” thing, and similar to how Batman protects and values all life because his life was forever changed by a random act of violence.

I think Billy’s passive motivation to do good is really, deeply rooted in the injustice that he witnesses throughout his childhood. He’s especially receptive to the problems of children and other vulnerable groups because as a member of those communities, he knows they get overlooked often.

This next slide is my character breakdowns. This shows my main character and all my important side characters. They each have a lesson they inadvertently teach Billy, helping him along his path to become a good hero.

They each play a role on the team, giving them fun dynamics. This allows them all to have distinct personalities allowing for fun dialogue, banter, and character moments.

The only character you might not know on this list is Samara. She is my version of the character Cissie Sommerly. Cissie is a classic Captain Marvel character who’s most recent comic book appearance was 1978. Woof. So I thought it would be a fun idea to modernize her and bring her back into the spotlight, serving as a glimpse into the average Fawcett citizen’s reaction to the new hero, Shazam.

This next slide is a closer look into Billy’s character flaws. Showing how at first he is hesitant to being a brother and being a hero. It kinda explains the mistakes he makes at first that he has to learn to overcome, and shows how his introspection will help him accept his roles as both a brother, and a hero.

Next we have something that if I could add to the 2019 film, I would. I love love love the 2019 version of Shazam but if I could add a little more expansion of Billy’s mother into the plot, I would.

I think is really important to the core of the character. This next slide I like to call “The Dark Reflection”.

I think that upon meeting his mother, Billy realizes that they are scarily similar. That she was also selfish, careless, and only interested in meeting her own needs. This lack of compassion and responsibility from her are the reasons she ended up abandoning Billy, leaving him in the foster system once she was released from prison and having zero interest in raising him.

Billy sees the mistakes she’s made in life and realizes that he is making the same ones, prioritizing his own wants/needs over anything else, and being just overall emotionally detached.

This scares him into re-evaluating his own behavior and consciously choosing to become more compassionate for others and foster a real sense of responsibility to use his powers wisely.

Next up, we have what I like to call “The Pillars of Character”. These are the three main “pillars” I see that are most prevalent in Billy’s story.

It’s important to me that all three of these pillars intertwine with each other, hence why I wanted to explore a little more about Billy’s mother. Adding a little more flavor text to why she is Billy’s dark reflection really helped me keep a balance between these three aspects of his character.

I also just think having all three pillars effect each other keeps a nice balance between all the aspects of his character. Showing how his character flaws effect different parts of his life and how Billy learns to grow and change for the better.

In summary, this is what I have for Billy’s character breakdown, showing his character arc for his origin story and how he learns to grow into a hero. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed because I had a fun time making this! I also have a lot more to share like individual character sheets for Billy and all my side characters, Three act story structure break downs, and other stuff too. So if you like this one maybe possibly I could do a part 2 soon.

Okay byeeeee!! ⚡️💕

[sebbianas]

“Run away with me.”

Narcissa looks away from her reflection in the mirror, her ballgown wedding dress white and all lace, so beautiful, so elegant yet she felt so hollow inside. She turns around to see her intruder and her heart skips a beat.

Standing there looking rattled and beautiful, Alice Fortescue, the same short hair that only she cuts, the same dangling earing in one ear, the same thumb ring that Cissy use to steal. Her beautiful Ice who she hasn’t seen in 2 years.

“Ice…” she whispered, scared that if she says it louder the beautiful girl will disappear.

Alice walked up to her and held her hands, her brave Ice always taking what she wants, always brave, always the first one to take a step. “Run away with me, Princess.”

And oh, princess, the nickname she adores so much but only when its her Alice that calls her that.

“Ice…” She whispered again. Her hands holding on so tightly to Alice’s hands that it was probably hurting Alice. “I can’t.”

Alice shook her head. “You can. I will help you, Cissy, I will do everything and we can be happy.”

Happy. Narcissa hasn’t felt that in years. The last time she ever felt that was when Alice took her on a broom ride and even though Mother and Father said it was unladylike, she enjoyed it.

“You have to go.” Narcissa said, this time louder and stronger. “You can’t be here.”

“Princess, we can be happy. Don’t you want to be happy?” Alice tried again.

She wanted nothing more than to hold Alice’s hand and run away, run towards happiness, run towards a life she has been dreaming of, run towards Alice and her beautiful smile and addictive laugh.

But Narcissa is a Black and like Regulus always says, Blacks are never happy. Blacks are destined for tragic endings and miserable life. This where she belongs and its time she lets go of unrealistic dreams.

“I love you, Ice.” Narcissa let out. “I love you so much and I want nothing more than to take your hand and leave—”

“—Then lets leave—”

“—but this is my life. My life isn’t my own.”

Alice glares at her, that Gryffindor temper that she secretly loves. “Your is yours and no one else. Come with me, please, Princess, you can have the life you want. I love you, please, give us a chance.”

Narcissa wanted nothing more than to cry and ask Alice to hold her but she knows how to turn her emotions off, knows how to hold it back. Mother drilled that into her. “Leave. You’re not safe here, Ice. I refuse to be the reason why you’ll get hurt.”

“No one can hurt me. I’m strong.” Alice argued.

Narcissa smiled, she let go of Alice hand to caress her cheeks. “Oh, my love, I know. You are the strongest person I know but my family is cruel and I refuse to let their darkness touch you.”

“I won’t let it touch you too.” Alice declares.

“If you love me,” Narcissa said, her throat closing up. “If you love me you’ll let me go.”

“Princess—”

“Listen to me, Ice, the happiest I will be is knowing you’ll be safe. Make me happy and leave me. Make me happy and keep yourself safe. Make me happy by loving me from a far and I shall do the same.”

[enbysiriusblack]

confessions in a garden? (any ship is fine!)

Frank leaned against the brick wall, staring at Narcissa watering a row of rosebushes.

"They gave you a private garden? How much did your family give the school for that?"

Narcissa shot him a glare, "Professor Sprout allowed me it to study for my Herbology n.e.w.t in peace. My family had nothing to do with it."

Frank snorted, "Sure, they didn't."

"I can achieve things without my family's influence."

"I never said you didn't."

She huffed, sitting her watering can down and folding her arms, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm not allowed here?"

"Well it is a private garden."

Frank grinned, glancing to the rosebushes, "Roses, the flower of Aphrodite."

Narcissa raised a brow, "How fascinating."

"Why aren't you growing any narcissi?"

"A little too on the nose, no? Are you that bored that you have to bother me with relentless questions, where's Alice?"

Frank laughed, "Great steering into talking about Alice."

"I was not trying to talk about Alice! It's just that you two are usually together."

Frank pushed himself off the wall, "Y'know, there's this boy I really like."

Narcissa smirked, "Kingsley?"

"Yeah", he grinned, "I like him a lot."

Narcissa stared at him for a moment, "Why are you telling me this?"

Frank shrugged, "In case there was something you wanted- needed to say out loud. We're friends, Narcissa, I feel comfortable telling you secrets, private things about myself, and I want you to be able to feel that way towards me."

Narcissa nodded, picking her watering can back up and turning to a row of snapdragons, "Thank you. For trusting me enough."

"Course."

She plucked out one of the flowers, passing it to Frank, "Give this to Alice for me?"

Frank smiled, "Want me to give a message with that?"

"Just- that I wanted her to have it. And she can come to visit me here anytime."

Frank took the flower and gasped, "Oh, and I can't?"

"Absolutely not. You'd bore my plants to death with all those beatles songs on your guitar!"

"You love it, Cissy."

She huffed a laugh, "Oh, shut up."

[zahri-melitor]

Newish Comics:

Batman: The Brave and the Bold #12: It...just occurred to me this Gotham Academy era story is in fact a flashback/alternate continuity set probably shortly after Second Semester, because Alfred is alive and they go to the ordinary Cave. Which tracks with my usual hypothesis that everything happening in Gotham Academy is NOT actively connected to main continuity unless proven otherwise. Anyway, this again is proving that Maps isn't actually an active Robin in the main continuity, and right now she's appearing as Future!Meridian which is actually a cooler role for her, honestly.

I honestly haven't read much Gentleman Ghost so this was interesting? Nice to see a bit more than him just appearing in a group scene.

Artemis story remains excellent, apart from the tragic fact it intersected with the stupid current Wonder Woman plot. I do like that it's portraying the ridiculous level of overreach involved in the 'ban the Amazons' concept.

(for reference, they're currently in Qurac)

It's damning to me that every other person working around this storyline is building a more interesting narrative, but what can you do?

There's a Swamp Thing story and I loved it and I am getting closer and closer to going wild and starting a massive Swamp Thing read. It's some gorgeous conception of death though.

The henchman story is...fine, I guess? If you're a fan of looking at the socioeconomic dynamics of the Gotham hench crowd, it's probably up your alley.

The Flash #8: We can have Barry wondering how Wally does it all and Wally being central to the universe, as a treat.

Green Arrow #11: I am so torn on this title. I think its biggest crime is possibly being just a little TOO indulgent and juggling too many balls, rather than focusing in telling one or two of these stories in better detail.

Because. In terms of what Williamson is doing here, he's: reuniting the entire Arrow family for the first time since 2010 or so including bringing in peripheral characters like Cissie for the first time (but not Sin); he's given specific 'you're alive!' reunions for Roy and Lian, Ollie and Connor, Ollie and Mia, and so on, untangling situations where people simply didn't know the other was bopping around again; he's doing a lot of work setting up Waller for Absolute Power; he's giving us an excuse for why Green Arrow as a title has been off page for so long; he's making it a love fest for lovers of the Arrows by the list of artists involved, including multiple nostalgic favourites AND Sean Izaakse doing modern redesigns for everyone's costumes...and he's doing it in a title that was originally sold as a mini, expanded to a maxi, and then finally given an ongoing.

I think, honestly, the title is overwhelmed with too many goals crammed in just in case this was the only Green Arrow story we got for the next however long.

And equally, while being overly ambitious in terms of what it wants to achieve, the plot itself is moving at a glacial pace and is pretty underwhelming, in that there simply isn't time and space to devote to plot when the title is also busy juggling "has everyone seen that Lian and Connor are alive yet?" and flashbacks to re-establish everyone's connections to Ollie, and explanations to retcon previous behaviour, and and and...

I think it would be less frenetic if it had been signed off from the beginning as an ongoing, so the book could have just gone "5 issue story, followed by a Roy and Lian reunion issue, followed by 5 issue story, followed by an issue that's about Ollie finding the house full again and juggling kids moving back in," and so on.

All that said, I do think it's a good title to give to someone who's curious about Green Arrow as a title as an intro to get them interested and excited about the range of characters involved. I just don't think it's showcasing the best of Green Arrow storylines well.

And that's okay! But I think it's trying to achieve the reset that say Jeremy Adams' Flash gave the Flash books, without having the space and pacing that Adams had over 33 issues to achieve his final goal.

Oh, the actual story this issue? It’s Merlyn trying a bit hard to convince everyone he’s really one of Ollie’s biggest foes (typical Merlyn).

This made me laugh however:

Love that Izaakse specifically decided to use a bunch of particularly mid to sucky Dinah and Roy costume choices here and didn’t include their best costumes. You’ve got my back.

The Warlord #49: This week in the Lost Land of Skartaris, Shakira bets Travis that he can't go an entire story without using his gun.

They proceed to investigate a mysterious castle, where Travis and Shakira are avoiding traps and seeing skeletons. They end up defeating a mummy.

Travis, apparently unmoved by the promise of large piles of gold. He lives only for war!!!

But then...a leopard jumps out at them! Travis reacts and shoots it!

Sucks to be you, Travis.

Also we get a check in with Jennifer, who while asleep in her bed in the mysterious new castle encounters...a head-hand man?

Nightmare is a good description, yes.

Also we had a freaking Mongo Ironhand story running in the bottom panels of each page, that contained Legally Not Gollum.

Gollum's 'pretty' is a book of magic, which turns him into a demon known as the Evil One.

Also there's a Claw the Unconquered backup, which is pretty ordinary, but this particular panel is just some beautiful art.

[knockoff-conlon]

Sirius glances at the map on his bedside table. He's been waiting up for Remus and James for nearly two hours. It's way past curfew and they don't have the map or the cloak. He grabs the map and taps it with his wand, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." Immediately, spidery lines of ink spread across the page, mapping every inch of the school. Sirius starts to unfold all of the pages and flaps, scanning every inch for Remus or James. They're in a classroom all the way across the school. Sirius looks at Peter and Marlene, who was waiting for the boys with him. Both of them are asleep. "Whatever." He grabs the cloak, slides the hood up, and runs down the stairs, studying the map as he moves. What the hell are they doing in a classroom in the fucking East Wing? Sirius narrowly dodges Filch and presses himself up against the wall. He passes Alice at some point. She's sprinting toward Gryffindor Tower, coming from the dungeons and swearing her ass off.

"Fucking cissy, distracting me from my fucking missions, fucking bastard. Jackass. Never visiting her again!" He snorts. Sirius is panting by the time he reaches the classroom. The door is locked.

"What the hell? Alohamora." He swings open the door and definitely throws up in his mouth just a little. Remus literally has James pinned to the wall, sucking on his neck while James makes sounds Sirius will never unhear. Both of them are shirtless and both of them look like their hair has been yanked on. "Eugh!" Sirius claps a hand over his mouth and both other boys glance toward him.

”Oh, you cunt!" Remus shouts. "Take the cloak off so I can see you when I punch you in the mouth." James is glancing around, trying to find his shirt. Sirius pulls the cloak off.

"What. What the bloody fucking hell is going on here, Prongs?!" James ignores him.

"Babe, just find your shirt later," Remus says. Sirius gags again. "Oh, fuck off, Pads. You are such an idiot!"

"Why didn't we grab the map?" James mutters.

"Are you guys dating?" Sirius yells.

"Ohmygod." Remus drops his head into James' shoulder. "No, Sirius, I'm on a mission to fuck Prongs in an abandoned classroom cause I am just desperate to be his bestie." James giggles. "Make an educated guess, mate."

"Is that- is that why Remus has been coming to watch practice? I thought that was for Marlene."

"Ew," Remus whispers. "As if. No."

"Oh my God, my best friend is dating my brother," Sirius murmurs. "That's disgusting!" Remus rolls his eyes.

"Stop whining, idiot. I'm starving, Jam, let's go."

"I need my shirt though, I can't find it."

"Hold on, hold on. How long have you two pervs been sneaking around?" He asks.

"Literally since December."

"Six months?!" Sirius shouts.

"Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't catch us earlier," James says. "I fully expected you to." Remus shakes his head.

"Who else knows?" Sirius asks.

"Marlene, I tell her everything. And Lily once found us in Hogsmeade. Alice and Frank saw us after practice one day. And Barty guessed," Remus lists off.

"Barty knows before me?" Sirius gasps. "James, what the hell? You're supposed to tell me everything."

"Yeah, well, not this. I wanted to keep it secret. Marlene is the only one who knows on purpose." Sirius makes a face. "Sirius, come on! I'm sorry. This is kinda new, I didn't want a jinx it!"

"Aw, that's cute. You wouldn't jinx it, love, too adorable," Remus says and bends down to kiss him. Sirius screams and runs away from them, deeply uncomfortable and needing to talk to Marlene.