#nrthwindmuses

[brokentoys]

Makes  sense,  given  that  Tim  was  proooobs  Ed’s  first  Robin  ?  He  wasn’t  around  when  Dick  and  Jason  were  Robins.  Since  my  Ed’s  only,,,  30.  So  I  hc  that  Tim  or  Damian  were  the  Robins  when  Ed  started.  (  Likely  Tim.  )  And  BUT.  My  Ed  never  really,,,  wants  to  mess  with  the  Robins  because  my  Ed  doesn’t  like  to  hurt  kids  -  so  he  tries  to  avoid  them.  But  when  Tim  actually  wants  to  IMPRESS  him????  Ed’s  literally  like

🥺🥺🥺🥺

[viciousgold]

@nrth-wind-muses​

The golden monkey on her shoulder, Marisa smiled softly at one of her favorite students. She could probably count on one hand who her favorites were, not that she would admit this to anyone. Peter Parker was one of the standouts, being incredibly clever, intelligent, and able to soak up knowledge and actually put it to use in creative and inventive ways. As his physics professor, Marisa wanted to nurture such a bright mind. 

Truly, teaching here was her hobby. In a different life, in different circumstances, it would’ve possibly been her entire career. Unfortunately, these weren’t the circumstances she was handed. Her main career was in another universe entirely, as was her daughter, and everything she did here in this world benefitted her career in her own. Everything except teaching. Teaching was the closest thing she had to free time. Between collecting smuggled machinery and drugs to further the Maystadt Process, and going back and forth between the worlds, she used what little time she had to teach physics and chemistry. It brought her some joy in her otherwise joyless life. She was often considered eccentric here, due to the fact that she walked around with a golden monkey, her daemon unbeknownst to them, and a rather strict teacher, but well liked overall due to her genuinely doing her best to teach students these subjects with real passion on her part.

“Peter,” she greeted, her daemon looking at the boy with a similar expression to his human, one of curiosity and warmth. “I wanted to talk to you about the science fair. I assume you’re participating, yes?”

[torntruth]

“   -----   Hi.   ”

Don’t  ask  her  why  she  took  so  long  to  greet  Heimerdinger.    His  presence  just  caught  her  completely  off  guard.    Probably  because  she  was  already  standing  just  a  few  paces  behind  Vi,   awkwardly  avoiding  all  eye  contact  to  respect  that  Ekko  didn’t  necessarily  want  her  in  this  space.   Being  an  Enforcer  and  all,   so  the  ex  councilor  walking  out  was  the  last  thing  she  expected.

general  starter  call     »     @nrth-wind-muses​ .

[brokentoys]

@nrth-wind-muses​ ASKED :

"You really believe he's gonna come back...?" -[Tim] (if you don't mind me sending an ask!)

“  Obviously,  ”  he  answered  as  though  it  was  a  no  -  brainer.  But  perhaps,  the  origin  of  his  tone  was  actually  Eddie  trying  to  REASSURE  HIMSELF.  Why  would  he  need  reassurance  ?  Ever  since  he  heard  the  news,  Eddie  had  felt...  Disillusioned,  when  he  thought  he’d  be  celebrating.  Was  it,  somehow,  remorse  ?  Or,  was  it  because  Eddie  wanted  to  be  the  one  to  kill  the  Bat  ?  &  now,  he’d  never  get  the  chance  for  his  own  twisted  version  of  revenge,  of  what  he  erroneously  believed  to  be  justice.

"  He’s  managed  to  survive  MY  FATAL  death  traps,  he’s  certain  to  survive  anything.  Even  if  he  was  buried,  he’s  likely  faking  it  for  some  grand  scheme  of  his.  He  was  always  overcomplicated  like  that.  Over  -  dramatic,  too.  ” 

[viciousgold]

@nrth-wind-muses​

At thirty-four years old, it had been eight years since she had permanently left her own world. She had been going back and forth between the worlds since she was nineteen, but for the last eight years, she just stopped going back. For the longest time, her thoughts didn’t linger on things she left behind, but then she began forming a close relationship with someone. Someone who had family, a past she could speak of, and when she and her loved ones had questions, Marisa had no answers for them. She dodged questions as if she were dodging bullets. Though she didn’t and couldn’t tell the truth to any of them, it made her think about what the answers were.

Marisa thought about how she had a daughter. Sometimes she forgot that fact, but it remained to be true. She was thirteen now, her daemon had pointed out to her. Lyra, and her daemon Pantalaimon. Marisa and the golden monkey were often at odds despite being two halves of the same person, but Marisa was generally at odds with herself. One thing they agreed over was their mixed feelings about their child. Neither one really knew if leaving Lyra behind was truly the right decision. 

It had been on her mind now and then for the last few months, but not today. Today was about one thing and one thing only: proposing to Guinevere. They had discussed marriage off and on and they both seemed to want it. Marisa was surprised at herself sometimes. She never thought she would marry again, certainly not to a woman. But she fell in love. She was, as it was called in this world, bisexual, a word that didn’t even exist in her own. This was only one of many things this world had shown Marisa about herself that she didn’t know before. Like how she was capable of being quite romantic when she wanted to be. For most of her life, Marisa had to keep a hardened, steel exterior, never allowing herself to be this way. There were so many freedoms here that allowed her to simply be, in so many ways she never fathomed in her own world. She worked in Oxford as a co-director of her own department in astrophysics, she was a celebrated scientist and engineer who did seminars and events, who was respected. She was free to openly state her real thoughts and opinions without being condemned and potentially arrested for heresy. She was free to love and marry whoever she pleased. And she would.

Marisa had everything set up perfectly. They were visiting Marisa’s vacation home in Monaco, and tonight they were dining right on the beach. When the time was right, when it was sunset and the golden hues perfectly surrounded them, she would get on one knee and propose to Guinevere.

“Alright, open your eyes.” Marisa spoke, leading her girlfriend to the canopy table she had set up in the sand. There were candles and flower petals all around, not rose petals, but dark red carnation petals. She wasn’t sure if Guinevere would notice, but Marisa insisted on choosing dark red carnation petals for one of their first real flirtations in their relationship.