#plus she is *the* last child of the goddess... shes got an ego on her from that even within nabatean circles...

[seirosu]

☆ ¦ difficult person test

Aggressiveness is the tendency to behave rudely and with hostility toward others. Aggressiveness may be doubly hurtful to others if combined with callousness, since the aggressive person may thus be both intimidating and unfeeling in their demeanor.

Grandiosity can be described as having a grandiose sense of self-importance and the thought that one is better than others. People high in grandiosity often tout their abilities and their accomplishments while downplaying the contributions of others. They tend to put themselves on a pedestal and have a sense of entitlement about them.

Dominance is the tendency to put on airs of superiority and talk down to others. Domineering individuals have a strong desire to be seen as leaders and often react with combativeness when they cannot get what they want. They frustrate others by meddling in their affairs and with their attempts to control the decisions of those around them.

[sandbees]

A few about the Great Seven interacting with Twisted Wonderland characters VIA Yuu. 👀 I only have one word summary; Chaos.

Who would meet the Great Seven first? Obviously the first years (along with Ortho and Grim). They’re Yuu’s best friends after all.

Actually, it was Friday, the last day of the week. And coincidentally, that night would be a special night at the House of Mouse. Ariel and her sisters would be performing that night.

Mickey told Yuu that that they could invite anyone to watch the performance. So Yuu went to get special permission to take their friends along with them.

After kidnapping Ortho After Yuu gathers everyone, they explain that they’re going out to see a special performance at their workplace.

Keep in mind that no one knows exactly what Yuu’s new job was except Grim and Crowley. So naturally everyone was in on it and curious. (Only Grim knows about Yuu meeting the Great Seven though)

Ace: So where do you work at?

Yuu: I work at a club.

Epel: ...As in a strip club or a book club?

Yuu: Wtf Epel? It’s like a club but no alcohol. It’s technically a restaurant but they have live shows and put on a lot of performances so-

Deuce: Oh! That’s cool, we get to see it together!

Yuu: Actually I’m not going to be with you guys. I’m on duty that day so I’ll be waiting tables. But I’ll join during break.

Ace: Really? Bummer.

Ortho: Aw, I wanted to hang out with you too! But it will be fun nonetheless. :D

Yuu tells them to wait downstairs as they go upstairs to get everything ready.

They are low-key nervous, because the House of Mouse isn’t...exactly normal by Twisted Wonderland standards.

Meanwhile, Grim was telling the first years about Yuu’s experiences there.

Grim: You know, the House of Mouse is really popular, I’ve heard about a lot of customers Yuu has met.

Deuce: This job must have been hard...I’m glad Yuu got it though!

Grim: Yeah, they pay them 5,000 madol! Isn’t that great?!

Sebek: 5,000 madol?! That’s a lot more than being a waiter.

Ace: In a week? I mean having a salary of 5,000 is pretty impressive.

Grim: Hehe, it’s actually 5,000 a day.

First Years: WHAT?!

Jack: To be able to pay that much...the owner must be wealthy.

Epel: Yuu lucked out!

When Yuu comes down, the first years are asking a billion questions.

How did you find a job with such a high pay??? Is the work good?? Is your boss nice to you?? Explain everything-

Yuu assured them that their job is just waiting a bunch of tables, and that they’re payed well because the place is very popular.

Anyways, Yuu tells them that they’re going now and leads them upstairs.

“Shouldn’t we be going to the hall of mirrors-?” “It won’t work.”

The group kind of loses their mind as Yuu casually pushes Ace into their mirror, Grim follows behind.

“Come on, or do I have to push you through the mirror like I did with Ace?”

Safe to say is that they go through the mirror and are greeted with a very lavish dressing room.

“Wait woah this isn’t Mickey’s dressing room.”

Yuu finds a note and read it out loud. Apparently Mickey moved the mirror to a new room so they could have privacy. Anything in the room is for their use.

“I’m going to cry. He’s so nICE I DON’T DESERVE THIS-“

Yuu is pretty happy with this arrangement, actually. They also begin to explain the club’s shtick to their friends.

“So this is basically a club for entertainment with live shows and also cartoons on the screen. Oh, and sometimes a cat named Pete tries to sabotage the show so he can kick everyone out and make this his club.” “Isn’t that illegal-“ “Not if there’s no police.”

So anyways Yuu leads them outside and they run into Goofy.

Sebek: Is that-?

Yuu: Hi Goofy, I’m bringing my friends to a table for the show-

Goofy: Yuu! There you are! You’re needed at table 14.

Yuu: What? But my shift hasn’t started-

Goofy: Reservations from Hades himself.

Yuu: Oh shit, ok yeah I’ll be there as soon as possible-

Ortho: Hades? As in the God of the Underworld?

Yuu: Yes, I’ll explain later, more importantly let’s go find you a table.

Ace: I think not telling us you actually met one of the GREAT SEVEN!

Yuu: I did tell you; and you didn’t believe me.

Everyone is vibrating in nervousness and excitement. Especially Ortho. I mean, this is the GREAT SEVEN we’re talking about!

Yuu decides to introduce them to Hades. But surprise surprise, it’s all of the Great Seven!

Yuu’s first year friends are going to pass out from shock. Oof.

With some inquiry, Yuu explains to the Great Seven that the friends they brought were from Twisted Wonderland.

Let’s just say that the First Years got invited to sit at their table. (Sebek is quaking at the idea of sitting with the Witch of Thorns)

So while Yuu leaves to start work (not after taking all of their orders first, of course), the Great Seven begin asking the first years + Grim questions.

The first years are expectantly tense, but they loosen up.

Ursula and Jafar are a little disappointed that no one from their dorm is present, but they seem to easily forget that after Yuu tells them that they know people from their respective dorms anyways.

Yuu also gives them a little more information they found about their respective dorms, so that they don’t feel...left out? (Satisfied is a better word for it)

Ursula pets Grim and Jafar feeds him crackers. Grim does not complain, he’s fine. He becomes more compliant as his tuna arrives.

And some of the other’s thoughts? Well...

The Queen of Hearts almost blew up in anger at Ace and Deuce. They are idiots that do nOT KNOW THE PROPER WAY TO SPEAK TO THEIR SUPERIORS AND THEY HAVE BROKEN AT LEAST 359 RULES ALREADY-

But somehow, the Queen of Hearts warms up to the idiotic duo. She sees them as...annoying children she has to babysit but they’re also really adorable that she can’t stay mad at them forever. Plus, Deuce is trying and Ace has these wonderful card tricks that would make her Jester cry.

So at first, she does not approve, but as the night progresses she does. 8/10 would meet the ADeuce combo again.

Scar and Jack...hm. Well, I don’t think they’d get along of Scar’s sense of morality and justice of the past was brought up. However, the villains all agreed to not bring up their villainous past because they didn’t want to scare away Yuu/make them wary and distrustful of them. Same goes for the first years.

Anyways, Scar is impressed at how buff Jack is. He isn’t surprised though - he expected residents of his dorm to be powerful. Scar lays down some well deserved praise and Jack eats it up with a tail wag. Jack also talks about his dorm and what the dorm represents. Scar’s ego rises 100x and Scar becomes somewhat...egotistical. Well, maybe not like in a “I’m shoving my ego in your face” type of ego but in a “This pleases me and I will treat you kinder” ego.

Basically, Scar opens up a little more to Jack as the night progresses. Like a mentor/student bond.

The Evil Queen and Epel...well, the Evil Queen was quite picky with how Epel was acting. Yes, he had the proper posture but really, he was using the wrong forks to eat that particular kind of food. She expected better from someone who came from her dorm. So she ended up chastising him and scolding him for being “improper”. Like Vil.

She was shocked to say when Epel accidentally snapped back at her, before returning to his more “princely” persona. Ah, so the child had more than meets the eye. She tried a different approach, as in trying to ease Epel into talking to her. Certainly, Epel was much more headstrong and willful than that naive Snow White.

So, the Evil Queen and Epel have a rocky start, but by the end of the show.

Hades and Ortho...well, that’s a combo you never see everyday. But I think Hades would basically adopt Ortho. As in suddenly he gets father vibes from the kid. He’s also particularly interested in his own dorm, and asks Ortho about it. Ortho’s pretty chatty with Hades, and is happy to tell Hades about his dorm! He also asks a few questions himself; which Hades happily obliged to.

...and then it turns into Ortho talking about Idia and how wonderful he is. And Hades is like, “damn, this kid has a wonderful big brother. How come my younger siblings act like shit to me-“

So Hades silently swore to the River of Styx to keep this child safe, and Ortho had a fun time interacting with Hades!

Sebek and Maleficent...well, it could have been worse.

Poor Sebek was tense and tight lipped for most of the night. He really wanted to make a good impression on Malleus’ grandmother. (I don’t think Sebek has met Maleficent yet so-)

Maleficent was patient, however. She knew Fae kind were raised to think of Maleficent as a high authority figure that should be treated with upmost respect. Unlike the other kingdoms; the Valley of Thorns praised Maleficent like a goddess. She didn’t blame Sebek for acting like he was.

So she started with baby steps. Talking about how wonderful it was to meet her grandson’s bodyguard, how Malleus must have grown to be a strong magician, how she wished she had stayed to know more about her grandson.

Actually, the breaking point between the tense atmosphere between the two was Malleus. Sebek opens up a little more as he continues to talk to Maleficent.

At the end of the night, they’ve only talked about Malleus, but Maleficent was content with that. After all, keeping up with what her grandson was doing was more than enough.

By the end of the night, the First Years enjoyed the special performance and their time with the Great Seven. Things went well especially when Yuu came to join during their break.

So when it was time to go, everyone had happily said their goodbyes as they were ready to return.

“Oh, before I forget...Yuu, I have almost completed the portals for the others so do expect one of us to pop in soon.” “Oh, ok!” “...THEY MIGHT VISIT US?!”

Everyone is low key excited to meet again though.

So, the first years go through the mirror and stay at Ramshackle, chatting away at their time at the House of Mouse.

_=_

Yeah, this was a looonngg write, I’m actually going to do the rest of the TW cast in another post. I hope you enjoyed this one! :)

[sweetpeachjones]

You Made Ur Bed 8

Episode 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 , 6 , 7

A/N: excuse the typos and grammer, and curse me out later for making you wait so long

After the ceremony at Davida House

OMG Sean, you should have been there.Y/N  was there being a total slut damn near sucking this nigga dick-

She stopped in her tracks when Sean jerked up wiping his nose. Davida looked behind him, and all she could see was a mirror with two white powder lines and a playing card.

"Sean, I KNOW you aren't doing what I think your doing, I thought you quit that." "I did but I just don't it recreational, plus I'm bored as fuck." "Well, how but getting a job." "You know how hard it is for a felon to get one, they see that on my app and its, don't call us we'll call you' type bullshit." "But bae you can keep you from trying I'm mean I got my ticket, she exclaimed rubbing her stomach, you need to get yours, I don't need some sorry nigga eating off my plate." "The fuck you say, I wasn't any sorry nigga when I had you in the diamonds n furs, dripping sauce. Nigga gon for some time and bitches want to get amnesia. "Yeah well times have changed, she said getting up taking off her jewelry, you need to get it together and clean that shit up now!"

Sean angrily cleaned the mess up and walked out of the room slamming the door hard.

One week after the pool incident at Eriks house

You sprained your ankle and fractured your elbow and a laceration above your right eye. You had a cast on your ankle and the sling on right arm and stitches for your cut. Against your wishes, Erik insisted you stay to get better and even took off to nurse you. He has been waiting on hand and foot and doing the sweet thing like washing n oiling your hair and make sure your cast was dry as he gave you luxurious bubble baths and even carried you to the bathroom. But you knew Erik this is his whole game to get you to stay.

You sat in the bedroom on the bed fluff high on pillows while Erik was in the other room. You needed something on the dresser but you didn't want to bother Erik, plus he was smothering so you were going to take advantage of his absence. As you reached, you fell out bed with a loud thud. You never felt so helpless and began to weep. Erik ran upstairs to see you on the floor as he picked you up you start to get angry.

"Get the fuck away from me," you sobbed as tried your best to hit him in the chest.

"Girl wtf is wrong you!" "YOU, YOU THE FUCKING CAUSE FOR THIS!", pointing to the cast and moving the sling. "This is your fault because of your fucked up ego." "Well, I did think you would jump." You looked at him, and before you blew a gasket, you calmed down, "You know what, you said coolly if I didn't make it it would have been a lot better than to married to you." Erik looked you in the eyes hoping to see the humor, but you were dead serious. "You don't mean that Y/N." "Oh yes I do, this marriage has gone to hell. I don't know why I stayed this long with your cheating ass and constant lying. You think Davida was the only one, I knew about the others, I know when you were out fucking them hoes ERIK!. I'd find hints: the perfume, lipstick, the missing earring in your car. I noticed the way you shower, or you were smelling like a different, soap I don't even buy. I just let you do your thing as long as they never had the guts to step out place I was cool, cause at the end of the day you are going to do what you want to do and you were home every night mainly. But you started to get reckless and shit with Davida, so I figured you weren't giving a fuck anymore. And had the bitch calling the house and your fucking student at that! The fuck was you thinking; you were about to risk it all for some broad? Really?!

Erik looks away, before answering.

"She reminded me of you before you lost the baby. She had that happiness, that joy, that light you once had. We clicked like me, and you used to."

You rolled your eyes at his last statement. He continued.

"After the incident, you became bitter and once you started drinking you was like a shell. Like I understand she went, and nothing will bring her back, but you got to move on. It was never my intentions to get her pregnant we stopped after a few times then she tells me. I love you more than anything; I'll do whatever I can to right my wrongs. But I will be a father to my child."

"You wanna right your wrongs, grant me a divorce. Well split everything down the middle and keep control of our organizations."

"You sure you want that"

"Yes I can't keep going on like this, I love you, but I can't be in a marriage with you."

Erik looked deep in thought. He sighed, "Okay if that's what you want. I won't hold you back."

Next day at Davida's House

"So how far are you now?" Erik asked. I'm 35 weeks so our Lil boy will be here soon," Davida answered excitedly.

"Cool well when you are going on your next appointment I'll be there. I'll be over later to help set the crib and baby stuff."

"I need you to set up something in my bedroom," Davida answered back seductively.

Erik catching the hint but didn't feed into it, "yeah like I said I'll be over to put the BABY stuff up."

"Mhmm, well see you soon boo." "Don't call me that," and he hung up quickly.

Davida just laughed as she put her phone in the car seat as she pulled up her driveway. She parked the car and remembered she had to set a date in the phone at the same time entering her front door. She didn't notice the five large men sitting on her furniture. She looked up from her phone and grabbed her chest as fear and shock took over her whole body.

"Who are you and why the fuck are you in my house?!"

"Be cool sweetheart," the smaller of the five spoke. He physically fit but wasn't as buff as the others." I'm Mike Love and we just looking for ya boy Sean that's all."

"I don't know a Sean." "See, I'm trying to be a gentleman here but you're lying is going to turn this into an UGLY situation, and you don't want that." Mike said coolly as he walked towards her stroking Davida's cheek. "Now I'll never hit a lady especially a pregnant one, but I can't say the same for my guys. They weren't born with sense." "I don't know where he is I swear, I go to school and work part-time," he goes where he wants to, tears streaming down her face. "Shhhh it's okay love I believe you. But you tell Sean to get at me asap; I'd hate to come back here again and next it is not going to be as pleasant."

Mike turned to his goons and told them to leave and just like that they were gone. Davida ran to lock the door behind them and sunk to the floor a blubbering mess.

Four weeks later at the lawyer's office.

Well, I have to say this was the smoothest divorce ever an easy way to make my paycheck." Erik lawyer comments as he finalized the paperwork.

Erik and Y/N sat across from each other. Neither of them looked up as it was too sad to look each other in the eyes. Erik was the most hurt, he felt betrayed, he felt like he was trying and Y/n was giving up months of progress screwed up by two days. He couldn't fathom life without y/n she had been with him since day one, she believed in his projects, his dreams and wished he could have given her whatever she wanted. So he cheated little fuck up compare to the husband his friends were. Even in the pants suit, she was wearing she looked like a goddess and all he wanted to do to take her away forget all this drama and start over.

Y/n could feel Erik staring. After all these years he could still make her blood rush just by one look. She always loved Erik deeply but how many times can he spit in her face. Plus being careless enough to get someone pregnant, the audacity of it.

She felt a nudge pulling her out of her deep thoughts.

"What's that." "I said do you, and Mr. Stevens agree to the terms of the divorce?" My lawyer repeated. "Oh yeah, I'm good are you?", Y/n said finally looking up at Erik. He nodded, and we both signed the papers.

"Well that's it you two are no longer hitched. Haha, I must say I've done sooner if only my wife wouldn't take everything. Women right." He playfully nudged Erik and Erik only stared at him.

The lawyers began to leave the room and Erik, and y/n lingered in the room.

Well this is it, Erik said

Y/n leaned against the table arms folded

"I guess so huh." "I guess it wouldn't hurt to have a goodbye hug?" "No, it wouldn't."

Erik walked over in two strides stood in front of y/n and hugged her. He head protectively rested on top of hers as y/n slowly wrapped her arms around his chest. They stood like that for a minute until Erik kissed her forehead. Y/n leaned her head back some allowing Erik to kiss her nose; she leaned back until Erik pecked her lips. He pecked them again seeing as she didn't protest the first time. The third time he let his lips lingered as she kissed back. That's all he needed for confirmation. He gently grabbed her hair pulling her head back some allowing access to her neck. He kissed and sucked on her neck as if he was a vamp on his victim. They were too busy to hear the conversation of one the lawyers doubling back to find something. Once the door flew open, they immediately stop while Y/N's lawyer just stared as if they crazy, while Erik's lawyer smirk and closed the door.

Regaining common sense and more so embarrassed y/n pushed Erik back and fixed her shirt chastising herself while doing so. Erik just looked more frustrated as he fixed his coat. No words being said to each other as they head out of the office when they got to the elevators and stood on the opposite corners. Erik spoke first.

"Well, I hope we can friends after all this." "I don t know about that." "Aww come on y/n," he said walking towards her, "we have known each other for too long just to stop being each friend." "But u sneaky tho." Erik feined shock, "Me no," and he flashed those golden slugs and mischievous smile the y/n knew all too well. She laughed knowing this could be nice. "Yea whatever"

At Davida house two weeks back

Sean pulls in the driveway days after disappearing. Davida was waiting on him. Sean thought he could sneak through the patio. As soon he turned on the lights a glass cup was hurled at him, but he dodged it quickly.

"What the fuck." : What the fuck is right where have you been?!" Davida mocked furiously.

"I had some moves to do." "Liar u smell clean as fuck, so been u at somebody house, but I don't care who is Mike love and why the FUCK was he in MY house.

Sean's hearts stop. That's one name he did not want hear.

What did you say Nigga you heard me who is Mike Davida listens, Sean grabbed hold of her shoulders. I pissed off some significant and dangerous people, and for your safety and mine, I should not be here. Damn right u shouldn't, niggas come up in here seven deep, just what the fuck did you do? You remember Physco from our old neighborhood? You mean walk around with a machete in broad daylight Physco, him?! Yea well I had an opportunity to blame something on his baby brother in jail. I didnt know they were related, but word got around and by that time I was long gone.  

Feeling like an ass, Davida felt more sympathy for Sean. All this time she was hard, and he had a deathwish looming. She knew what he was up against and Physco was the type he wasn't gonna stop til there was blood.

Well, here I got some money n take my car. Take your car?! Yes, take it, ill tell Erik it was stolen n ill get another besides your safety is important to me. Ok but id have to go tonight. Tonight?! Yeah Davida sucked her teeth fine She went upstairs to her safe, put the code in pulled out 30,000 her women intuition was screaming "heffa are you crazy," but her heart wanted him to be safe. She wanted to travel with him, but the dangers that followed were enough to keep her back. She put the money in a crown royal bag along with the keys to her car and the passport and falsified documents that he asked him to do a while back when he was job hunting. She ran back down and gave it to Sean. He looked apologetically as he was taking away from a pregnant woman, sensing his hesitation she spoke. Please take it and when you get to a safe place ill come.

They embrace in what seems like the worlds longest kiss. Sean rushed out to the garage. Once he cranked the car and sped down the block, he never noticed the black Lambo following him. As the road twist and turned the car behind never missed a beat, and since they were the only two on the road, it was hard to lose them on a one-way street. Sean knew exactly who it was and turned off into the woods. Once he got deep enough, he turned the car off and lit a cigarette. Now or never he thought. As the Lambo neared the headlights nearly blinded him in the rearview mirror. He took his last drag as the passenger door to the Lambo opened up. Out stood Mike and Sean opened his door. The two men walked to each other and embraced in a lovers kiss! The tongue kiss was so explicit that the guard in the car started to get a little uncomfortable.

Omg bae I missed you, Mike said So have I, Sean replied So did u get the documents, Mike asked Of course, plus she gave me the car, you must scare the crap out of her. Well, I had to sell it. Breaking into her house, in that neighborhood, with five niggas was hard as hell. But worth it now that got my baby back. Let's go Paris awaits. Well what can we do car Either take it with us or better yet torch it, makes it more believable something happens to you. But she gave me this car Mike was getting slightly jealous, "And!?" Well I just don't want to torch it "Fuck that I'll take care of it," Mike walked towards the guard in his car mumbling, "Nigga act like he still loves the bitch or something!" "Hey!" motioning towards the guard. " I want to get rid of this car I don't care what you do I don't want to see it my sight again. SEAN!! let's go!"

The guard got out, and Mike and Sean got in the Lambo and drove off. The guard was left by himself in the car.

"Shit nigga crazy as hell baby mama bout to get a new whip!"

Present Day (After the Erik's and Y/N divorce agreement)

So your car was stolen?" Erik asked in disbelief as he works putting up the baby's crib and other items as Davida told her story sitting in a rocking chair. Erik made sure she didnt lift a finger, and she enjoyed every minute of it.

Yes, would you believe, right in my friend's neighborhood, I had to take an Uber home? I knew I should have stayed my ass home, told that girl to move out the projects.

Well, luckily you and the baby are safe. Ill hook you up I got a cousin who works for Honda.

Honda? The fuck! Do you want your baby mother and your heir riding around in some raggedy Honda? Because if I pulled child support, I can afford more.

It will be a current year! he pleaded. She stared at him motherfuckerly.

Alright, what you want? he asked

Momma wants a Benz!

Momma gonna have to clap them cheeks and suck a mean dick, and I mean to make that shit disappear for a Benz.

Aint like I done it before, Davida laughed, so how your wife anyway

Don't worry about her; he said what quick attitude.

Damn alright, I got to go to the bathroom, help me up these damn cramps killing me.

Cramps! What do you mean you in labor?

Not till the water breaks

As soon as she stood up she felt another cramp not so intense but bad enough to double over, Erik kept her steady.

I think we should go, do you have your things packed?

Yea in the downstairs closet in the foyer

Erik went to retrieve the bag as Davida wobbled to the restroom. She felt pressure and pushed thinking it was #2 when she got up she almost fainted at sight.

ERIK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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[olboypacman]

3. A Story to Tell (Trigon, the Benevolent)

A/N: This one’s going to be a bit of a divergence. It’s background on this version of Trigon. Still don’t own Teen Titans. Or Batman. Or Doctor Fate. Or Zatanna.

“Mr. Nelson!” a secretary calls out.

The older gentleman, answering the call makes his to the receptionist’s area. “I imagine he’s ready for me?”

“Yes sir! Mr. Wayne will see you now.”

Taking that as his cue he makes his way around the reception’s area to the automatic glass doors. Just before they part for him he sees in white bold lettering:

BRUCE WAYNE

OWNER & CHAIRMAN OF THE BORAD

OF WAYNE ENTERPRISES, INC.

Passing the threshold, he makes his way toward the ordinate, expansive desk made of some indiscriminate wood. Behind the desk he sees Bruce Wayne, alter ego of the Batman, leaning back into a large black leather chair. He’s wrapped in a black suit some with a white shirt and a black tie. Likely of some designer ‘s or another’s brand. Tailored exactly for him I bet.

Bruce has his eyes trained intently on a dark-haired woman leisurely sitting on the desk, who’s speaking to him. She’s wearing a dark blue suit jacket with a similarly colored pencil skirt. Her look his completed with nylon stockings and black flats.

“Kent.” Bruce says now training his eyes to The Sorcerer Supreme.

Upon acknowledging their new guest, the woman turns to face Kent. Zatanna.

“Oh Zatanna, I didn’t expect you to be here.”

“That makes two of us.” Say Bruce, cracking a smirk.

“Oh, shut up!” She responds to Bruce as she leaves the perch of the desk to greet Kent Nelson properly. “Call me curious. I wanted to know what exactly we could be dealing with.”

“Well, we might not be having to deal with anything.” Says Kent.

“How can you say that!? This is Trigon, the Terrible we’re dealing with! I don’t…”

“Zee,” Bruce interjects, “We’re not here to argue, Kent just tell us what we need to know. Just how powerful are they?”

“Well I guess I’ll start with the weakest of the bunch, though to call Arella Roth weak would be gross underestimation of her abilities.”

“She’s just a human, right?” Asks Zatanna.

“Yes, though her proficiency for the arcane leaves me questioning her lineage. According to Trigon, who was her first instructor, she took to the mystical arts faster than any being he’s ever seen.”

“Trigon taught Arella?” Inquired Bruce.

“Well, yes. He mated her and as powerful as Trigon is even he can’t be everywhere at once to protect his love and his progeny.”

“Love? Don’t make me laugh!” Zatanna said indignantly. “Demons aren’t capable of love.”

You’d be wrong I’m afraid, my dear.

“You’d be surprised what love can do.” He looks to both Bruce and Zatanna knowingly. “Anyway, Trigon had mostly taught Arella spells and magics designed to protect herself from the members of The Church of Blood. While not the most mystically inclined of people, outside of the Bloods of course, they would be a handful for any regular human. But her second teacher taught her most of what she knows now. Her second instructor was none other than last high priestess of Azarath, Azar.”

“Hmm, so that’s where he took her after she left my protection.” Says Bruce.

“That would be correct. Under Azar’s tutelage Arella developed into quite the little sorceress, I’d she can rival your abilities.” He finishes, gesturing to Zatanna.

“OK,” says Bruce, “tell me about Raven.”

“Ah, the apple of her father’s eye that one. Gods help anyone foolish enough to threaten her. The one even more fool hardy to lay a hand on her,” Kent shutters, “I wouldn’t wish such fate on the worst of people. Raven’s curse is her gift. Much of her abilities are tied to her soul-self and/or her emotions, and her level of calmness or emotional distress can dampen or amplify her already potent abilities. Her soul-self, as its name implies the physical manifestation of her soul. Once manifested it can appear physically as a black raven in an energetic state, incredibly cold to the touch. It can also project itself from her body as a blast of dark light, she can use it for short range teleportation, shield generation for herself or others, flight/levitation, and she can completely separate the soul-self from her physical body for as using it for astral projection, possession and for scouting if necessary. I’ve also seen it encompass objects as large as an eighteen-wheeler yet concentrated enough to cover a penny. Furthermore, she’s an empath, able to sense and consume the emotions of others. Plus, she’s got a healing factor, expected of one of demonic heritage and she’s also able to heal others by taking a bit of the damage unto herself. I currently don’t know the limit to her healing or any of her abilities for that matter. Not too mention her competence has a sorceress, she has the potential to surpass her mother. Azar even. She may even surpass Trigon one day.”

“I shutter to think of two demons that powerful running around.” Said Zatanna.

“Empathy…” Mutters Bruce. “Isn’t that a genetic trait? An Azarathian trait?” he inquires.

“Exactly. Which is another reason why I’m skeptical of Arella’s parentage. To build on your point Bruce, empathy is an Azarathian genetic trait passed on maternally most of the time.” Answers Kent.

“Hmm… Tell me about Trigon. What is he exactly?”

“A simple yet, complicated answer. Let me preface by telling you: the path to hell is paved with good intentions. Trigon was once an Azarathian who’s name has been lost to history. He was the progeny of an Azarathian man and the Arch Demoness Lilith, the Impious.”

“Self-proclaimed goddess of lust and seduction, I’m familiar.” Says Zatanna.

“Yes, well that aside, the first Azarathians* had the arrogant notion that they can purge all the negative emotions from themselves. Being a pacifist society, certain emotions can be interpreted as aggressive. Anger, hatred, jealousy, etc. were practically thought of as atrocities among the ancient culture.”

“But it’s impossible to permanently remove emotions from yourself!” Cried Zatanna.

“A lesson ancient Azarathians learned the hard way.”

“Where did the man that became Trigon play into all of this?” Asked Bruce.

“He volunteered to be the vessel where all the purged emotions would be contained. And when emotion is given physical form it basically becomes energy, in this case of negative sepctrum. It also exacerbated the situation that those Azarathians are as mystically inclined as they are today. It was said that when all the negative emotions where given corporal from, it resembled a great roaring inferno. Suffice to say, when the unnamed Azarathian was bestowed the emotions it amplified his already demonic heritage. It tore his physical body apart in a hellish firestorm. His skin, bones, muscle and sinew became atomized dust scattering to the winds. But, oddly enough where his body once was, that inferno still raged on. The Azarathians acted quickly though, banishing the burning hatred personified to a dimension between not exactly this one, but not the next either. It was an infinitely dark and abyssal dimension Trigon has since claimed as his own.”

“Do you know how he eventually gained the physical form he has today.” Inquired Zatanna.

“That I’m not sure. I theorize that the soul of the nameless Azarathian remained bound to the personified flaming emotions when they were ejected from Azarath. I’d imagine there was a period where eventually the soul regained sentience and using it’s demonic power and the magically infused influence of thousands of Azarathians to gain or create a physical form.”

“How powerful is he?” Requested Bruce.

“Incredibly.” Kent simply responds. “Raven inherited his healing factor and like I said I don’t know the limits of hers. He has a soul-self much like Raven’s, but it’s not hindered by his emotions. Though carrying much of the same abilities as Raven's, Trigon's soul-self manifests itself in the form of a serpent when released from his body. It can be deathly black like Raven’s and cold as the most frigid of tundra; to as blue and hot as the hottest stars in the universe. It can amplify gravity in a given amount of space, can manifest solidly as any object Trigon desires and can even project copies of other beings, though the copies themselves are under Trigon's control. The soul-self can also connect any two points in existence, making interdimensional travel child’s play. Also, much like Raven's it can envelop objects, however Trigon's has the potential to envelop in his own words ‘anything my senses can encompass’, leaving its potential for destruction completely up to the imagination. And let’s not forget the mystical influence of the emotions that led to his origins. That left him with enough magically capcity to make the spirt of Nabu’s brow sweat.”

“Do you know type of spells he prefers?” Zatanna asks quietly.

“He prefers his own demonic power, but I’ve known him to use spells that summon familiars and pyro- kinetic spells.”

“Any weaknesses?” Requests Bruce.

“Being a demon, he’s subject to spells, objects and weapons designed to counter-act his kind. But unless created by an incredibly powerful sorceress or sorcerer, I doubt those would slow him down for long.”

“Would you be able to stop him if it came down to it?” Asked Zatanna.

“I wouldn’t,” said Kent. “Nabu has been bound to much more powerful sorcerers than me, and at those times only managed to fight him to a standstill. And at no great consequence to my far-flung predecessors. Trigon’s the main reason why it was decided a lord of order such as Nabu was commissioned to take action.”

Bruce and Zatanna stare ahead at nothing, dumbfounded by this info dump.

Breaking the stupor, Bruce asks, “What I don’t get is what caused him to abandon his destructive ways?”

“It’s like I said Bruce, you’d be surprised what love can do.” Kent answers.

“You don’t mean, Arella do you? I heard he stopped conquering centuries ago you don’t mean…”

“He does love Arella, no doubt. But it wasn’t her who changed him.” Kent stands reaching inside his coat pocket, pulling out a picture. He throws it on the desk. He takes his leave, heading toward the automatic glass doors of the office. “Bruce, Zatanna, you have my best,” he waves lazily as the doors open.

On the desk sits the photo, the image of a woman. Thought that’s not quite right. It’s a picture of a painting of young woman. A woman that looks scarily similar to Arella…

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Reiki Chakra Energy Healing Music Super Genius Diy Ideas

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Reiki Energy Levels

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Reiki Master What Does It Mean

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[meme-antoineen-blog]

a/N: @annette-martel @isabellafaulkner @ingrid-liljedahl thanks avocados

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“I’m sorry, Bobby. Momma must get that crown so we can rule the world.”

“NJKFDNJFKDSNJFKLNASDKJFNSDKJN”

“Yes, I understand that your brothers and sisters are still on the kitchen ground. Don’t worry, Alfrado will clean them up.”

“IHFIUHFDBASJKFNJKVBDFSJHBLJFHDSFJKASDLFN”

“Go to Australia and make me proud,” I said with a single tear sliding down my cheek.

Bob was the last one of his species. They all died. For mysterious reasons. I do not know how. But I will mourn them as I take over the country. Yes, I shall mourn like the sun at night.

Whites gave me a very good goodbye. They threw roses, banana peels, cups of mott’s apple sauce, tomatoes, and nuts at me. A couple got in my hair and I ate it on the plane, which was better than anything I could have hoped for. They were very good snacks. They even held signs with my name with a big red X. I was glad to see they wanted me out of Whites and being in the palace, where I rightfully belonged. One little girl at the age of 18, came for a handshake and smashed an egg on my perfectly gray hair. I guess it was a tradition for the Selected of Whites to get smashed with a food. It was very thoughtful of them to offer me nice hair accessories, but I would be getting a makeover. Not that I needed one anyways, I was already fabulous. What more would you want to do?

I boarded the plane. It was very boring. I had to climb some steps. There were 7 of them. I had to put one foot up each time. My legs were getting a good workout and I could dazzle the Prince with them. I saw 3 girls, already here. They were looking at me, probably so amazed by how beautiful I was. They were all ugly. Compared to me, at least. If not compared to me, they were all decently pretty. The first child, Antlers, began the conversation asking me how I got my wonderful name.

“Named after my great great granduncle,” I replied

The tall one with the short arms, who went by Iguana, asked, “His name was Meme too?” What a fool. That’s a terrible name for an emu.

“No, it was Guatemala. I’m named after his dog.” Duh. How people are stupid still amazes me. 405 years on this planet and they are still all so… stupid.

The last kid, Iowa, barely said a word. She was the smartest corn on the cob. She was so stunned by my attractiveness that she could not speak at all, much like how I look when I look at my dearest bob. Wow. I do not need a makeover, I guess. They stared at my bosom in awe as I fluffed up my hair. It was taller than Prince Dominic’s ego and thicker than his dick.

Antlers pulled out her purse and whipped out some breadstix. How lit. I started to feel sick to my very attractive stomach. Someone had cheese and they were sent here to kill me, the future Queen. THIS WAS TREASON. TREASON, I TELL YOU, TREASON! I must order them to be executed immediately, with lots and lots of armpit farts and dungeon rat dung. I shrivelled up in fear of my life. CHEESE. I finally met my enemy. It was truly terrifying. It was worse than the time I almost got my hair chopped by a guillotine. These barbers, they’re really getting out of hand nowadays. I said I wanted a trim. You know what I got? I GOT 4 CENTIMETERS CUT OFF. These barbers think they have the right to ruin my wonderful hair at the cost of $2.94. They’ll pay for that. They’ll pay way more than $2.94 or even $2.97. I WILL SUE THEM WHEN I BECOME THEIR RIGHTFUL QWEEN.

“Cheese kills… v-vampires,” I choked out weakly. Ant and Iguana kept eating, offering me wine. Did they not know that clearly I could not have wine while dying? I clearly needed some bird saliva mixed with rum and a hint of vodka.

I zoned out for a moment until I heard them talking about Whoopi Goldberg. I was hoping that they had whoopie pies on the plane but they didn’t. What kind of donkey ass plane is this? No whoopie pies? Did my ostriches die for this? They risked their lives for an empty whoopie pie plane. How shameful. They’ll be #69 on my list of people to sue.

“By the end of the week, he’ll have my name tattooed on his forehead” I said with a squirtle like grin on my face.

Apollo had the nerve to speak to me without looking at my gorgeous hair at the same time. How rude. “What are you going to do, wrestle him to the ground and write your name on his forehead with permanent marker?” She continued to sip on her water for the next 10 seconds like Kermit the motherfucking frog.

What kind of an imposter did she think she was? I could tell she wasn’t half as attractive as Kermit so why was she even trying?

“Bingo.” The realization I had the other week hit me like the lightning bolt on Harry Potter’s forehead. “Wait no, bingo is me.” Wow. I was so smart. That guy Alfredo Einsticker could go kiss my bosom.

“By the end of this week already?” Israel asked in a surprised tone. How was this a surprising statement? Dompomkomwom was obviously already in love with the shape of me, so why were they looking at me in terror?

“You’re right. That’s too long. I say by the end of the day.” If they weren’t poor squashbuckers I would’ve made a bet already. They probably weren’t all poor but poor compared to me, and my plentiful ostrich riches. If they had asked I would’ve told them the story of my success. It all came from my hair and my ostriches. And a orange-colored corset tied onto a camel that spit every time you said anything that began with a ‘t’. Except turtle, he would murder you if you said turtle. Or any other word starting with t for that matter. Never say a t word around Tim.

They spent the rest of the plane ride admiring my beauty, while I ate some of the mott’s applesauce that was gifted to me from the gods while I was leaving Whites. I can’t help that I was born as an applesauce eating goddess. Wow, both a goddess and a future Queen. Bobby would be so proud of me. And all my other ostriches. Even the exiled one, Rudolph. He was hunted for having a bright neon green nose. It wasn’t his fault I dipped his nose into radioactive poison when he was 3. Duh. He should have stopped it. It’s not like he had covering on his nose so he was practically asking for it (right).

I cried thinking about what those nasty people would try to do when they “made me over” as if I needed. The only thing acceptable for them to do to my beautiful face to make me even slightly more prettiful was if they made me look like Kermit. Not a fake version of Kermit like Addition. NO, I would be as glorious as the real thing or stay the same.

When I got to the makeover place I was put in station ight. They tried to touch my hair and I yelled at them telling them messing with the future qween was treason. They did not agree and said apple sauce did not belong in a ladies hair. Obviously all the ladies they had been meeting had been wrong.

Finally a reasonable level headed woman came over and told the others “they could have a break from the crazy lady.” I think they were talking about Berklee. The woman asked me a series of questions including, mostly the same one over and over again.

“You really don’t want to change anything?” and also “Are you on crack?”

To which I responded naturally “You don’t mess with perfection Miss donought.” and also “The only cracking I do is Prince Domwompom’s nuts.”

After the makeover nothing important happened until I stumbled upon a rather odd looking midget. She was very snarky and full of snakeness which I did appreciate, but I learned she was my future cousin in law so I tried to play nice. At first I thought it was that blond booby Mertle’s pet Coco. Apparently I was wrong. It’s not my fault I mistook a 4 year old for a small rat. They looked similar.

“Hello, small child,” I said, squinting my eyes to see if it was a girl or a tiny monkey. “Who are you?” she asked. What a dumb child. She didn’t know who I was.

“The future Queen,” I answered. Duh. “I doubt that.” “Why? I am a delight,” I said. Unbelievers. They would suffer once I became Queen.

“You look funny,” she said. “Does funny mean gorgeous in another language, because if so, then yes,” I replied.

“Nope.” “Listen child, that’s very rude.” “So?”

“So you shouldn’t be rude because that’s rude. And I don’t appreciate the sass, young lady.” Who taught this child their manners? I recommend for them to read my book: Parenting Rude Ostriches 101. This was a rude child. I left soon after that because I couldn’t stand to be around such a butthead.

After that encounter I was rather upset so I went to my room and cried, after all I am only ostrich. My maiders tried to comfort me but I sent them away forever, much like the style peoplees they would probably try to ruin my look, and I could not risk that. Plus, how was I supposed to smuggle an ostrich into my room with people constantly snooping on me?

I could do it. I would do it. After all, I was the future Queen and I could do anything.

[marcuserrico]

‘Wonder Woman’: 10 Big Differences Between the Movie and DC’s Comic Books

Wonder Woman (Photo: Warner Bros.)

She might be the most famous female superhero ever, but we forgive you for not having Wonder Woman’s origin story straight. During 75 years of world-saving, her official biography has had a few nips here, a few tucks there. The long-awaited Wonder Woman film offers yet another version of the Amazon’s genesis, cherry-picking from her various comic backstories and tossing in some new details for good measure. Yahoo Movies has sorted through the stacks to present a rundown of the 10 biggest ways the movie differs from the classic DC Comics.

Wonder Woman’s ‘birth’

From her earliest days in All-Star Comics, the story of Diana’s “birth” was largely unchanged: Hippolyte (the spelling was later changed to Hippolyta), queen of the Amazons, sculpted a child out of the clay soil of Paradise Island. The goddesses of Olympus (with an assist from Hermes) each bequeathed a powerful gift to the child and then willed her into existence.

The birth of Diana, as originally conceived by William Moulton Marston in 1941. (Credit: DC Comics)

When DC rebooted its entire line in 2011, Diana’s provenance was changed. In the “New 52” continuity, the child is the biological daughter of Zeus and Hippolyta and imbued with all the powers of a demigod, including super strength, speed, and the ability to fly. In this version, Diana grew up believing she was created from clay, but this turns out to be a cover story that Hippolyta concocted to hide the truth.

The film adheres more closely to the latter version, with a few deviations. We learn that Diana is indeed the biological child of Zeus and Hippolyta, and that Hippolyta keeps the information from her daughter to protect her from Ares. Ares has been systematically destroying the gods of Olympus, and Hippolyta knows that if he discovers Diana, he will try to kill her next. That explains why during the film (and as featured in the trailers), Diana (Gal Gadot) tells Steve Trevor (Chris Pine), “I have no father; I was brought to life by Zeus.”

Paradise Island

The Amazons have traditionally hidden from “Man’s World” on a remote isle. For the first four-plus decades of her comic career, including the classic Lynda Carter TV show, the place was known simply as Paradise Island. In 1986, artist-writer George Pérez led a major revamp of the comic. In his seminal series, the Amazons lived in the city-state of Themyscira (as they do in Greek myth) until it was sacked by the army of Heracles. They resettle on Paradise Island, which they eventually rename in honor of their former homeland.

Paradise Island as depicted in All-Star Comics (Credit: DC Comics)

The movie sticks with Themyscira as the name for the island, although Steve Trevor pays tribute to the original moniker by jokingly referring to the locale as “Paradise Island.” In both the comics and the film, the island is obscured from the outside world through the actions of the gods: In the comics, it’s typically Athena’s handiwork; in the film, it’s Zeus’s.

Themyscira in Wonder Woman. (Photo: Warner Bros.)

Diana’s training

In the comics, the gods alert the Amazons to an encroaching threat from Man’s World; Hippolyta calls for a contest of skill to determine the greatest warrior, who will be sent off to thwart the menace. Despite being forbidden by her mother from competing, a disguised Diana handily bests her sisters in various events — including jousting atop the island’s indigenous Kangas (Diana’s giant kangaroo is named Jumpa). Ultimately, Diana prevails (usually after one last contest to deflect bullets) and is reluctantly named champion by her mother.

Diana and her faithful mount, Jumpa the Kanga. (Credit: DC Comics)

The film, however, does away with the Amazon Olympics. Instead, Diana secretly trains with her aunt Antiope (Robin Wright), with whom she begins to harness her godlike abilities so that she will be ready to save the world when duty calls.

Diana (Gal Gadot) discovers her demigod powers. (Photo: Warner Bros.)

The outside threat

As noted above, in most of the comic iterations, the Amazons must find a champion to help stem an existential threat from the outside world. Up until the ’80s, Wonder Woman was pressed into service against Nazi Germany. Pérez’s version, set during the Cold War, changed it to the nuclear threat presented by the Soviet Union. The film, meanwhile, is set in 1918, during the waning days of World War I.

The filmmakers have cited multiple reasons for the switch: Producer Charles Roven says in the film’s production notes that the change had to do with “juxtaposing this commanding female character who hails from a race of equally strong independent women with the early days of the suffragette movement.” Screenwriter Allan Heinberg offered a different take to Entertainment Weekly. “We are in a very WWI world today with nationalism and how it would take very little to start a global conflict,” he said, adding, “It’s the first time we had an automated war. … New horrors were unleashed every day.”

But perhaps there’s a less esoteric explanation — say, DC wanted to differentiate Wonder Woman from a certain other star-spangled septuagenarian superhero who spent the bulk of his origin film dispatching Nazis (a film that also happened to star a blond, motorcycle-riding leading man named Chris).

Her costume

Wonder Woman’s original 1941 costume featured the iconic red breastplate with golden eagle symbol, a star-covered blue skirt, red boots, a golden tiara, and bullet-deflecting bracelets (all Amazons wore bracelets as symbols of their service to Aphrodite and as a reminder of their time spent in bondage at the hands of Heracles).

Wonder Woman on the cover of the January 1942 issue of Sensation Comics. (Credit: DC Comics)

Other notable accessories included her Lasso of Truth, sword, and shield. Over time, the costume (d)evolved — the skirt became short shorts and then pants; the eagle was redrawn as a “WW”; sometimes she had a red cape, sometimes she had a jacket, and sometimes she ditched the whole getup for an all-white ensemble.

Though more subdued in tone, Wonder Woman’s cinematic costume is pretty close to the iconic look from the comics, minus the stars on the skirt.

Wonder Woman races from the trenches across no-man’s land. (Photo: Warner Bros.)

The invisible jet?

Beginning with her initial appearance in All-Star Comics No. 8, Wonder Woman has used an invisible plane to get around. But when her character’s powers were revamped in the 1980s, she was given the power of flight, eliminating the need for her one-woman air force. While director Patty Jenkins told Yahoo Movies that she’d love for the invisible jet to make an appearance onscreen in the future, the DC Extended Universe version of Wonder Woman follows the latter-day comic playbook, meaning Wonder Woman can fly.

Her favorite humans

Wonder Woman’s two BFFs dating back to her All-Star Comics debut are Steve Trevor and Etta Candy. Diana’s longtime love interest from the very first issue, Trevor is the U.S. military intelligence officer whose crash off the coast of Paradise Island sets in motion Wonder Woman’s emergence as a superhero. Though his role has changed over the past seven decades, he is often depicted as a dude in distress, requiring Wonder Woman to rescue him.

Wonder Woman saves Steve Trevor… again (Credit: DC Comics)

Etta Candy, meanwhile, has been Diana’s sidekick from the All-Star Comics days, known for her notorious sweet tooth and boundless good humor.

Etta Candy in an early comics appearance. (Credit: DC Comics)

With the 1980s redo of Wonder Woman, Steve wound up falling for Etta Candy, who was at the time serving as his junior officer. They would later get married.

In the film, Steve Trevor is a U.S. military agent assisting the British, and his crash off the coast of Paradise Island indeed sets the plot in motion. However, as Pine told Yahoo Movies months ago, his Trevor is a hero in his own right and definitely not the dude in distress.

Etta Candy (Lucy Davis) is introduced to Diana by Steve Trevor (Chris Pine) in Wonder Woman. (Photo: Warner Bros.)

Lucy Davis plays Etta Candy in the film, serving as Steve’s British attaché. The film character is played for laughs, especially as she helps Diana adapt to life in London, but the celluloid Etta does manage her own hero moment.

Ares

Although introduced as Ares in Wonder Woman No. 1 in 1942, the Greek god of war was quickly renamed with his Roman appellation, Mars, for the next 40 years. He clashed frequently with Wonder Woman and fought against the Allies in World War II, often striking from his outer-space headquarters on, yes, Mars.

Retro Wonder Woman versus Ares/Mars. (Credit: DC Comics)

While his original getup included orange Greco-Roman armor, Ares got a major upgrade in the costume with Pérez’s 1980s revamp of Wonder Woman, where the war god drew power from the U.S.-Soviet conflict and tried to start World War III.

The film bases its Ares on the 1980s version. (Credit: DC Comics)

The big bad in the film, Ares has found his might boosted by the Great War. He has decimated Olympus and is hunting for Zeus’s lost daughter Diana, while also planning to maximize destruction on the battlefield. As in the comics, the movie version of Ares can possess and control mortals, and his appearance takes a cue from the 1980s.

Doctor Poison

The alter ego of Princess Maru, Doctor Poison was a 1940s Wonder Woman villain who concocted toxins first for the Nazis and later for the Japanese during World War II. A more recent incarnation, Marina Maru, was initially a granddaughter who assumed the Doctor Poison mantle. Subsequent versions of Marina Maru have been Russian and Japanese, but all are known for wearing hooded disguises, dreaming up deadly chemical weapons, and constantly being thwarted by Wonder Woman.

Doctor Poison, aka Marina Maru. (Credit: DC Comics)

In Wonder Woman, Doctor Poison is the alter ego of Isabel Maru (Elena Anaya), the mad scientist in league with General Ludendorff (Danny Huston). She wears a mask to cover her face, which has been disfigured from experiments gone awry. 

Elena Anaya as Isabel Maru/Doctor Poison in Wonder Woman. (Photo: Warner Bros.)

Diana Prince

Originally, there was a separate character — a nurse — named Diana Prince, who had a striking resemblance to Wonder Woman. Upon encountering Ms. Prince — who happened to be in love with a man in South America — Amazon Diana realized her good fortune (which she attributed to the godly intervention) and assumed the woman’s identity, allowing her to go off with her boyfriend and giving Wonder Woman a plausible civilian guise.

Wonder Woman meets Diana Prince. (Credit: DC Comics)

The film, following the lead of later DC reboots, streamlines everything, doing away with the separate character and making Diana Prince a straightforward alter ego, like Clark Kent — complete with glasses, natch.

Steve Trevor offers Diana glasses to help disguise her. (Photo: Warner Bros.)

Watch: The Wonder Woman Cast Reveals How the Invisible Jet, Jumpa Would Work in Sequel

Read more from Yahoo Movies: 

Why Women Really Want to Love ‘Wonder Woman’

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Who’s Who in ‘Wonder Woman’: A Photographic Guide

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Love Like Lava, 3

Notes: As always, big thanks to my editors Drucilla and BlueShifted.

Managed to pop one more out before vacation time! One of the hardest things about this story was what to do with the Pygmalion mythos. At first glance it seems sweet, but once you take a closer look it does get pretty creepy. So I wrestled for a while how to fix it - and only in the last month or so did it finally come to me. What will happen to Goofy and the statue? You'll have to wait to find out.

For those new to my stories or just need a refresher - Millie is a fanmade OC made between myself and my friend Ange.

Summary: A woman lost to the sea, and a god lost to time. In her own way, Minnie will bring her gifts to those who didn't ask.

Whenever Daisy was informing Minnie about the ways of the world, which had almost become a daily routine by this point, the love goddess always paid rapt attention. She wanted to memorize every single detail her first friend gave her and to no longer feel as though she were a pathetic infant. But as the two immortals strolled around a quaint village of cobblestone, Minnie found herself unusually distracted. Daisy was explaining the differences between demigods, regular gods, and “The Big Three” as she called them, but Minnie kept sucking in her cheek and smacking her lips.

“Demigods, like myself, have only half the power of a regular god,” Daisy said, having chosen to wear a sunflower in her hair. Like all the other times they had taken casual walks through mortal homes, the two were invisible to the common eye. In an earlier lesson, Daisy had proven this by plucking off one of the seeds from her sunflower and flicking it at an elderly man's cheek. He had paused, picked up the fallen seed, and decided that it must have fallen from the mouth of a bird flying overheard. “For example, I can't summon a Viewing Mirror and I can't influence the mind of any mortal. Now the Big Three, they're all powerful, but it comes at a cost. Like my husband-”

The longwinded explanation came to an abrupt halt when she heard Minnie's lips smack once again. She stopped in place, narrowing her eyes and crossing her arms. One of the things that Minnie adored about Daisy was that she was never shy about how she felt, and right now she was obviously annoyed. “Do that one more time and I'll have you sit in a garden full of corpse flowers. Three guesses what they smell like and the first two don't count.”

Minnie hung her head like an ashamed child, twiddling her thumbs. “I'm sorry, Daisy. I just – I can't explain it...”

“Then ask. It's what I'm here for, apparently.” The two temporarily stopped where they were, and any mortals walking along the same path felt an inclination to walk around, perhaps thinking they wanted to avoid stepping in a puddle of mud.

“Oh, I do appreciate you teaching me so much! But – But sometimes I get worried I'm annoying you.”

“You are,” Daisy replied calmly, her bluntness another odd but helpful stable of this friendship. “But I figure the sooner you learn everything you need to know, the sooner we can get to know the real you. Knowing something doesn't define you. It's what you do with the knowledge.” Plus it gave Daisy's ego an extra boost. After being treated like a fool and a damsel in distress by her mother and those superior snotty gods on Mount Olympus, having someone admire and look up to her was more than welcome. “I'll admit, you being so cute does cut the annoyance down by half.”

It was supposed to be a compliment, but Minnie frowned, still being adorable as her pouting exposed dimples in her cheeks. She hated to have her friendship watered down by her own beauty. “All right, but you'll think it's strange. I...I've just been having the strangest craving for peaches the last couple of days.” When she told Pete, Mortimer, and Gladstone this, she was hoping to get some kind of answer. Instead, she got armfuls of peaches, followed by the men throwing peaches at each other because each one believed they should have been the only one feeding her.

Daisy blinked slowly three times before getting an idea. “A craving like that might mean someone offered peaches at your temple...And you have a temple! Way to go!” In congratulations, she ruffled the top of Minnie's head, and was both amused and miffed to find that each delicate curl of fur simply bounced right back into place.

“I have a temple?” Minnie asked out loud, but in that same second she felt it was true. “I have a temple! Oh goody!” Having so very few things she could call her own, the idea filled her to the brim with excitement, especially because as Daisy had told her on day one, mortals built temples. “People actually worked on it and built it, with their own hands! They didn't have powers or anything! Daisy, I want to go see it, I want go see it!” She skipped in glee, frolicking ahead of Daisy.

“Okay, but don't expect much!” Daisy called after her, trying to catch up to Minnie's dancing. “You're a new goddess! You won't have any statues or paintings or wall carvings! Slow down, will you?” But no matter how hard she tried to put a lid on Minnie's happiness, it wouldn't simmer down. She wound up having to chase after her friend, stifling chuckles in her throat. If this was a glance at Minnie's real personality underneath all the questions, perhaps she was as cute on the inside as she was on the outside.

Minnie thought it was sheer coincidence that her temple was in the very same village they were visiting that day, but Daisy didn't believe in coincidences. When you lived as long as she had, it was easier to see that random happenings were part of fate's ultimate design. As the duck had tried to warn her beforehand, the temple was nothing to brag about. It was smaller than the average house, with red paint that had already begun to show signs of scratches. The entrance was a little lopsided, and inside was only one altar in the middle of a tiny room. But Minnie loved it, loved it, loved it to pieces, running her hands on the walls and twirling around to make sure she'd seen absolutely everything. This was hers, and hers alone. “It's beautiful!”

“If you say so,” Daisy winced as she stepped inside, a wretched stench hitting her nostrils. “Ugh...and I think we found your craving.” Placing a hand over her beak, she approached the altar where a crate with now rotten peaches sat. “Oh, for goodness sake! They're supposed to burn the offering! That's how we get it! Whoever did this must be a few horses short of a full stable.”

Still, Minnie's mood wouldn't be beat, and she even hugged the crate, despite suffering from the same ghastly smell hitting her nose. “It's what they did with the knowledge, remember? And I think it's a wonderful gift...even if it is going to going to make me throw up in a few minutes.” Swallowing down an urge to gag, she now inspected the crate with loving care to find a name or an identifying feature. “I want to thank whoever did this!”

“Well, that is your right.” Daisy inched back towards the entrance, trying to waft away the smell with her hand. “If a god or goddess really likes what someone offered, they can reward the mortal who gave it. I've helped a few farmers with their crops after the nice stuff they gave me. All you have to do is concentrate, and you can find whoever left this here.” And maybe give them a good smack upside the head, she mentally added.

“Yes, I'll concentrate! … Outside!”

Once the duo were out in fresh air, Minnie closed her eyes, concentrating long and hard about whoever it was that left her an offering. It was slightly more difficult than Daisy's blasé explanation, and she found she wasn't really sure what exactly she was supposed to be doing. In a fit of frustration, she wished whoever it was gave her some kind of sign.

“YAAAAAA-HA-HA-HOOOOIE!”

Minnie hadn't quite meant it like that. As she and Daisy heard the holler, they tilted their heads in unison as a runaway wagon careened down the nearby hill, rolling over and over on anything but its own wheels. The horses that were supposed to be guiding it were on top of the hill, in no rush to after the lost cargo. Fruits and vegetables splattered off the wagon – including peaches, Minnie noticed – and the villagers stepped aside, many wearing an irked expression as if this was the sign of another Monday. The wagon only stopped when it crashed into a fence, but its rider kept on going, rolling on the ground until gravity and exhaustion made him plop face-first in front of the girls, half of a watermelon stuck on his head.

“Minnie, don't concentrate so hard next time.”

“Sorry.”

Whoever it was dizzily tried to sit up, tugging on the watermelon but finding it hard to remove. The villagers got to work cleaning up his mess, with their irritation obvious in every shout.

“Nice going, you big goof!”

“You really put the pig in Pygmalion!”

“Why don't you do us all a favor and not cause trouble for ONE day?!”

The rider didn't reply, still too focused on his entrapment, now even using his feet in an attempt to pry the fruit off of his face. Daisy didn't know who to feel more sorry for – this mystery oaf, or for Minnie that said oaf was her very first worshipper. Yet Minnie didn't sound disappointed, as she tugged on Daisy's arm and pleaded gently, “Okay, so, how do I make him see me?”

Daisy raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure you want to 'meet' him? He seems kinda...”

“Welp,” said the mystery man, “May as well have a snack, long as I'm stuck.” Daisy felt the chewing noises that followed said more than she needed to.

“Yes, I'm very sure.” Minnie nodded once, holding her head with pride. “He did something very nice for me, and he didn't have to! All the gods on Mount Olympus fawn over me and give me things just because I look nice. But he's never even seen me before and he gave me a whole crate of peaches! And without breaking the crate, which...might be a very big deal for him.” Minnie had only known this man for roughly fifteen seconds and she was already overwhelmingly proud of him. Even though he had messed up, it was the thought that counted.

Daisy could see that Minnie wouldn't be persuaded otherwise. “Very well. But first? We don't tell him we're goddesses. That'll just cause a world of trouble.” She grasped Minnie's right hand, and Minnie felt warmth seeping into her skin. “Second, we can't look exactly like we already do. Might make a few of them go nuts, and that'll probably go double for the 'goddess of beauty'. So you have to think of how you want them to see you. I'll help you out, just this once.” Attaining a form that mortals could see required a lot of energy, and there was no way Daisy was letting the newborn goddess do this all her own.

As for the mortal man, now that he'd eaten his fill, the fruity cage on his head was easier to yank off. Now that he was free, the girls could see he was a dog, with long black ears dripping with red juice. His muzzle stuck out the same way his limbs did, a little too much to be considered handsome. His buck teeth didn't help any, and his slow blinking eyes didn't give any signs of great intelligence hiding behind them. He was pretty much what one expected when you hear someone being described as goofy.  But one probably didn't expect them to keep it as a name. Goofy was full of surprises, not all of them pleasant, but it was his turn to be surprised today.

He lifted his head and saw two exceptionally pretty ladies standing directly in front of him. They wore matching dresses colored pink and green, with matching sandals and even matching hairstyles that stretched over the same shoulders. But they couldn't be called twins, as Daisy had chosen to make herself look like an older woman of refined dignity, perhaps the matriarch of a rich family. She had found that mortals tended to respect the elderly even if they were complete strangers. Minnie on the other hand, had decided to go as a young girl, nearly budding out of childhood, as she felt it was unfair to “lie” to her worshipper about how old she was, or at least how old she felt.

Goofy was very sure he'd never seen either one of them before in the village, but instead of regarding that with suspicion, he smiled pleasantly and offered both of his hands. “Well, hello there! You folks must be new in town.”

“Why yes, we are,” Minnie chirped, having no idea what to do with the hand in front of her. “I'm Minnie, and this is Daisy!” Was she allowed to give out their chosen names like that? She quickly glanced at Daisy for approval, but thankfully her elder quietly nodded and took Goofy's hand to shake. Minnie eagerly copied the action. How fun!

“I'm Pygmalion, but everyone 'round here calls me Goofy!” When his hands were free, he pushed himself to stand, towering over both of them but making sure not to use his full height. “Nice ta meetcha! I'm sure you'll like our town real nice. We got the world's first temple to that new goddess, Aphrodite!” He tugged on his robe with his thumbs, bits of lettuce tumbling off as he did so. “Why, I even helped build it!”

“Will wonders never cease,” Daisy mumbled under her breath.

“You did a wonderful job!” Minnie had to physically jump and grab Goofy's hand to shake it again, which she did with much more vigor this time around. “It's so beautiful! It's a perfect temple! I couldn't ask – I mean, Aphrodite couldn't ask for one better!”

“Aw, shucks. Weren't nothin',” Goofy blushed with full rich color, allowing Minnie to have his hand as much as pleased. With every shake he lowered his head lower. “Every god's gotta have a temple, right? Even mean ol' Hades!” He would have gone into the details of how the temple was truly a group effort had Daisy not given him a good smack upside the head.

“My hand slipped,” Daisy lied through bared teeth. “Apologies.”

Goofy blinked slowly, but seemed to actually believe this. “Shoot, that's all right! No worse than what I do most times.” Speaking of which, he finally looked to survey the damage he'd done. His shoulders sagged as he saw his neighbors lift the wagon back onto its wheels and lasso the horses back to their proper places. “Oops. I was just tryin' to make some deliveries on the side. Maybe I should help clean up.”

“What do you mean, on the side?” Minnie asked, giving his hand an extra long tug to distract him.

It worked, as Goofy whipped his head around, right as rain again. “Just to make some extra money! No one's been buyin' my art, so I gotta find some way to put food on the table. But I think today I might wind up eatin' the table.”

Daisy had to admit she was getting curious. “You make art?”

“Can we see?” Minnie had almost started to hug Goofy's arm, which he would have allowed, but Daisy grabbed her by the shoulders and finally yanked her off. “Please, I would love to see your art, mister Goofy!”

The dog's eyes widened slightly, clearly surprised by such a request. His sad feelings about lost food and lost coin would have to wait. “Sure you can! My house is just a jump, skip, and a hop away! Oh boy, I ain't had visitors in a real long time.” With an extra bounce in his step, he walked along the stone pathway and the girls followed, trying to imagine what a man like this could make with his hands. They weren't very surprised to see his home resemble the temple – it was boringly average with scrapped paint, the windows and doors at odd angles. Daisy was afraid that if she sneezed too hard it would all come tumbling down. Minnie thought it was quaint.

“Home sweet home,” Goofy said, pushing open his wooden door that fell over onto the floor. He shrugged it off, and walked inside with a whistle. “Make yourselves comfy! Sorry about the mess. Can't prepare for what you don't expect, I suppose.”

In seconds Minnie would learn what a sculptor does, as the one floor home was decked in marble life. The floor was covered in broken bits of stone and dust, and a chipped shelf held rusty tools that had seen better days. Yet even Daisy was stunned because she, like everyone else in the village, hadn't expected anyone named Goofy to be good at carving statues.

“Oh, my! These are amazing!” Minnie exclaimed, and despite having an inexperienced worldview, she was absolutely right. These were amazing statues, because each one looked ready to spring to life. In one corner sat an elderly man reading bedtime stories to his dozing grandchildren. A mountain lion on the prowl took over a good portion of the floor. Collections of birds sitting on shy girls' shoulders lined up on a windowsill. Each masterpiece was filled with emotion and devotion, and the only thing to find displeasing about them was that they took up so much space that it was hard to move around.

“I don't believe this,” Daisy walked around a marble deer that was sniffing a fake flower. “I've seen statues in temples that don't look half as good! How do you do it?”

Goofy shrugged, unsure of how to answer what he thought was a fairly silly question. “I just do it. Been doin' this ever since I could hold a chisel in my hand. It's what makes me happy.”

Daisy had to bend in an awkward position in order not to knock off a young athlete throwing a sharp javelin. “And you're telling me nobody wants to buy these? Are they blind?”

As long as he was there, Goofy decided to get a bit of work done. He picked up his aging hammer and rusty chisel from his tool shelf, and began to add another layer to a princess' wedding cake. “Folks don't really believe a guy like me can make anythin' purdy-lookin'. Can't blame 'em, really.” He knelt down, wanting to make sure the strawberry that fell off the icing had the right number of leaves. “Folks see a sickly gardener, they might think his veggies ain't good. They see a weaver with shaky hands, they might think her baskets fall apart. Way of the world, I learned by now. People see what they see.”

“But that's not fair!” Daisy scoffed, her flippant hand almost knocking over a flock of hummingbirds. “People shouldn't judge you based on what they see!” Although she had to pause as she realized she had done the same thing mere moments ago. She lowered her hand, nervously twirling her hair around her finger. “And if they do, they should feel terrible about it.”

Goofy chuckled, thanking her kindly for her sympathy. But neither of them had yet to notice the missing third member of their party. A moment ago, as Minnie had been admiring the works around her, she'd noticed a room that instead of holding a door had a blue curtain serving as an entrance. Her inquisitive nature naturally led her towards the room, paying no mind to the conversation being held without her.

It was a bedroom, if Minnie had to fathom a guess based on the sole frayed excuse of a mattress lying on the floor covered by a blanket that in no way could cover the extremely long dog. Unlike the rest of the house, only one statue was in this room. But it was more brilliant and beautiful than all the others – perhaps more brilliant and beautiful than anything Minnie had ever seen in her short life.

A woman stood on a sandy beach, seashells decorated at her bare feet. She was a dainty poodle, with cut puffs of fur around her neck and wrists. Her dress had only one layer, yet it pooled around her as if it could go on for miles. Her eyes were closed, her chin down, and she smiled with peace and serenity. In her cupped hands lay a necklace, shabbily made with bits of broken seaglass and string, yet she held it as if was the most precious treasure on earth. Even those who could claim not to have an appreciation for such things could tell this was a statue made with purest, deepest love – and Minnie felt it within the depths of her very soul.

She reached out to touch the woman's dress, almost startled to feel marble instead of silk, and as she continued to gaze at the woman's blissful expression, tears filled Minnie's eyes. She could feel every second that Goofy had worked on this piece, every passionate chip, and it was indeed made with love – with a heart broken in untold agony. Minnie fell to her knees, unable to stop crying, as if Goofy's heartache was also hers.

By then the other two realized Minnie had gone, and when Daisy pushed aside the curtain to see her sobbing companion, she ran to throw her arms around the younger goddess. “Minnie!” She held her close, trying to see her face. “What is it? What's wrong?” Unable to form words at the time, Minnie wildly gestured at the statue. Daisy looked up – while she too thought it was far more gorgeous than anything she'd seen in the entrance, she didn't understand why it had sent Minnie into a fit. “It's a happy statue! Look at that face, she's smiling!” Worry gave way to anger, and she glared at Goofy since he was more or less responsible for this mess. “Help me out here, will you? What's this one supposed to be?”

Goofy was at a loss for words for several reasons. He had never intended for this particular statue to be seen by anyone else, and since he never had visitors, it had never occurred to him that a curtain wasn't exactly a way to ward someone off. He'd also never handled a sobbing girl since – since – hm. Well. Since her. “She's...She was...a girl I loved a long time ago.”

Was – that one word diffused Daisy's anger like throwing water on a candle. Married to the god of death, she knew more than anyone the power of “was”. All she could say in response was a diminutive “Oh.”

Goofy hadn't told anyone this story, so he wasn't sure how to go about it. He took his time walking towards the statue, his voice distant and pained. “Her name was Millicent. She liked 'Millie' better, though. Said she always thought the name was for a fancier girl, not for a sailor's daughter. She taught me all about nautical ropes, and always untied me when I got it wrong. We'd make sandcastles on the beach and make up constellations when the stars came out. She never made me feel dumb. Said I was just smart about different things. Millie always knew how to make me smile, and she always knew when I was sad. She was special, but she wanted to be with me anyway. I always thought she deserved better than the likes of me, but anytime I said so, she made me take it back. Said nobody deserved anybody. That hearts loved who they loved, no more, no less, and that her heart loved me.”

His fingers touched the necklace embedded into the statue, and while Minnie's cries had quieted down, he felt compelled to finish what it hurt to speak of. “Her Pa was always sailin' to other places, and when he had to go, so did she. Last time he did, he and Millie weren't sure when they'd be back. I thought long and hard...and then I made her a necklace. I knew it wasn't good, it's not like carvin'. But I told her how much I loved her, and that if she wore it when she came back home, I'd make her my wife.” How many years had it been since he'd stood on the port, waving her goodbye until her boat was a speck on the horizon? He'd long since lost count, or more accurately, had stopped counting when he learned of its fate.

“Sailors can prepare for the worst. But they ain't gods. They can't predict the weather perfectly. Nastiest storm on record...nothin' left but planks floatin' in the water. We had folks search all over the ocean, and that was all they could find.”

Goofy's cheeks were dry, perhaps unable to cry after years and years of howling over Millie's cruel fate. Daisy's cheeks were wet, yet despite her blurry vision she noticed a vital detail about the statue. “She's – she's not wearing the necklace.”

“Didn't think it'd be right.” His fingers slid off the marble, his hands hanging at his sides. “Didn't wanna make the choice for her.” Goofy looked down at the women, and then knelt down, tenderly petting Minnie between the ears. “Real sorry to make you hear that sob story. Last thing I ever wanna do is hurt someone. We can still make this day end on a good note, if'n you want. Always thought makin' a new friend was the best part of any day.” He pointed to his face, where despite all that had been said, a smile lay there with warmth and invitation. “You might not feel like you'll smile again, but you will.” A mantra he'd told himself thousands of times, no doubt.

Minnie didn't smile, but she did throw her arms around Goofy's neck for a tight hug. Daisy joined right after, and while Goofy was temporarily stunned, he embraced them both. “Ain't you ladies sweet as pie.” His stomach seemed to have no connection to his heart, as it began to growl at the mere mention of dessert. “Huh. Dinner for three...might be a little tricky.”

With that, Minnie pulled back, wiping her face. “Oh, no, we wouldn't dare intrude. You should feed yourself.”

“Anything we eat is going to taste salty at this rate,” Daisy added, pulling Minnie to her feet. “We should get going.”

Goofy was slightly disappointed to be deprived of company so soon, but he'd never impose. “If'n you say so. You two ever wanna come by, my door's always open! Or on the floor. Either way, you'll be welcome! And to make up for all that cryin', I'll make a special statue, just for Minnie here! It'll make you smile, that's a guarantee!” He jabbed a thumb to his chest, allowing himself to have a few handfuls of pride if it meant cheering someone up. “Whaddya want made?”

Minnie blinked with wet lashes. What did she want? That was a new one. She'd never been asked that before. The men on Mount Olympus assumed her wants and needs, and Daisy either gave Minnie a lesson in whatever she felt like teaching at that moment or waited for Minnie to ask something. No one had ever directly asked her what she wanted – so she said the first thing that came to mind. “Can you carve a peach?”

Such a bizarre answer made Goofy pause for half a second before bursting into charmed laughter, holding his belly with both hands. “A carved peach! Ain't ever thought of that one before! Why, I could carve you a whole peach tree, but just a single peach? Ain't you somethin'!”

Daisy smirked, glad to hear the sound of mirth again. “I think that means yes.”

Minnie was relieved she could give Goofy joy, her own was short lived as she concluded she was missing something very important. “Oh! Oh dear, I don't have any money on me!”

“Wouldn't take it even if ya did.” Goofy held up a hand, his fingers flat out. “I'd never charge a friend, and now we're all pals! You just come back in a little while, and I'll have the best carved peach anyone's ever seen! Gunna be a real beaut! Why, I'm gunna get started right this minute!” He paraded out of the room, whistling a merry tune.

Minnie watched the blue curtain flutter as he left, her tiny hands over her heart. “Mortals are amazing,” she said in a breathless whisper. “He can smile after losing the love of his life.”

“Well, mortals have to be made of stronger stuff than us,” Daisy agreed after snapping her fingers – their mortal disguises vanished, and they were invisible once more. “They can only live for a couple of decades, and lose people all the time. Takes a lot of work to kill a god. I don't think I'd want to live if someone I cared about died.” If something ever happened to her husband – nope, nope, nope, she wasn't even going to entertain that notion. “Okay, that's it, I've had enough of the blues. You know what always cheers my husband up? Sailing!”

Minnie gave Daisy a curt look and the duck realized once again she hadn't thought clearly. “Ah. Right. Maybe not today...but the beach is a close second! We'll think about what we can give Goofy as a reward.” She offered her hand.

“I don't think I could ever give him anything that would be enough,” Minnie lamented, her entire body sagging like a dying flower. She might have curled up on the floor and thought about Goofy's tragedy for millennia to come, but Daisy snatched Minnie's hand and forcibly teleported the two of them to the nearest beach – although without Minnie's immediate mental cooperation, they fell in the water instead of the sand.

Daisy popped her head out first, spitting and sputtering. “If I have to taste salt one more time today, I'm going to lose my mind! Tears are salty, this water's salty, I'm about to be salty!” Minnie's sudden giggling interrupted her ranting, making her temper flare even hotter. “What's so funny? You were crying a minute ago!”

“I'm not t-trying to laugh! S-something's tickling me!” Minnie shrieked, flailing her arms and kicking her legs. Daisy was about to tell her it was merely seaweed, when she too felt tickling fingers on her arms and legs. She tried to demand the assailant stop before she brought the wrath of a demigoddess upon them, but it wasn't really threatening when it was said before fits of high-pitched laughter.

It went on relentlessly until Minnie sunk underwater, being too tickled to keep herself afloat. The sensations suddenly stopped, and when Minnie swam back up, she saw their attackers. “Mermaids!” Daisy snapped, smashing the water with anger fists. “I should've known! You stupid things are always causing trouble!”

“I win!” the chubbier mermaid declared, oblivious to Daisy's fury as she spun in the water. “I win, I win, I win! Now you have to give it to me!”

“Awww, that's not faiiir!” the skinnier mermaid whined, her shoulders heaving up and down as she wailed. “Can we go for two out of three?”

“No, you can't!” Daisy knocked their heads together, making them squeak and roll their empty heads about. “Minnie, don't you ever try to go near these things. Mermaids are just a bunch of ditzes! If we were mortals, we might've drowned!”

“Well, maybe they knew we weren't mortal,” Minnie pointed out. If Goofy had taught them anything, it was clearly not to judge people by first glance. “What were you two doing? Was that some kind of game?”

The girls looked at Minnie and – as usual when people got a first look at her – they were awestruck by her beauty. With wide eyes and stopped hearts, they quickly forgot their squabble and began preening and playing with Minnie's hair and fur. “She's pretty!” “She's sooo pretty!” “Let's dress her up!” “Yes, yes, let's play dress up!”

Daisy rolled her eyes, tempted to give a very loud “I told you so”. But Minnie touched the girls by their shoulders, pushing them back. “She's right, you know. If we weren't goddesses, that little game of yours could have hurt someone! That's not very nice!” How else would they know if someone wasn't going to tell them?

To Daisy's surprise, the mermaids appeared to consider this, though not for the reasons she thought. They looked at each other, concern twisting their scaly features.

“Not very nice? That means not very good!”

“Oh no, we're not good girls!”

“Only good girls get gifts!”

“I want to be a good girl!”

“Me too, me too!”

Minnie smiled, feeling like the smarter one. It felt nice to teach someone else something, and she clapped her hands together. Daisy huffed, but tried to wait patiently as the lesson continued. “Now then,” Minnie instructed, trying to imitate Daisy's confidence. “If you want to be good, an apology works! Just say you're sorry and we'll forgive you.”

“I won't,” Daisy felt obligated to mutter.

“We're sorry!” the mermaids said together.

“Whoever got someone to sink won.”

“And I won.”

“And I have to give her this because I said she could have it if she won.” But as the skinnier mermaid began to take off her golden bracelet, she gasped with an idea. “But an apology with a gift, that's twice as good! I'll be an extra good girl!”

“I'll be an extra good girl too!”

“Maybe Mickey will give us extra gifts because we're extra good!”

As Minnie took the bracelet, noting its lovely features and how it perfectly glinted in the sunlight, she asked, “Who's Mickey?”

“Mickey's our friend.”

“He's a god.” “He's the best god, after Poseidon.”

“But Poseidon doesn't give us gifts for being good.”

“So we like Mickey better.”

“Mickey's the best!”

Minnie assumed she wasn't going to get too much detail from these girls, so she turned to Daisy, and asked the expert on everything. “Who's Mickey?” she asked again. If it was a god, Daisy had to know them.

But for the very first time since Minnie had met Daisy, Daisy didn't have an answer for her. Daisy herself seemed to be bewildered, her hands open and closing with confusion. She knew every single god on Mount Olympus, she knew who ruled over the dead and who ruled over the ocean, she knew the demigods like herself that had mortal parentage, she knew many centaurs and satyrs and favorite mortals, she knew what happened at the beginning of time and the cursed lineage of Zeus and his ancestors.

“I...I've never heard of a god named Mickey!”

[itsallinmeee-blog]

The Perfect Family

A husband sits with his arm around his wife. He is handsome, works out, very daddy-ish. The wife has such a perfect waist and body and her face looks is so young and vibrant you didn’t assume the three kids running around were hers. The oldest is ten and the other two are spaced out evenly enough in age under him. And if the oldest is 10, that means the wife is 40 plus, because she waited until the perect age (after 30) to start having kids. Her skin is so vibrant, well moisturized and wrinkle free because that’s not some baby daddy with his arm around her, it’s her husband. The one father of every kid she ever conceived in her womb, and he doesn’t stress her out at all. He’s never going to ‘leave her with all those kids by herself’, so they don’t have anything  at all to argue about. And he’s an ideal father figure and partner in every aspect. You know that because he knew to make her a wife and not just another baby’s mama. Duh. Her degree(s)  are on the wall and she had her six figure income-making career before she sat down and had some damn children.  A real Proverb’s 31 Woman.

I grew up something like that, actually. My mother had graduated college and married my father and even waited years before she had her first child. My father had also graduated college and found himself working a good ol’ government job so hard that my mother was afforded the opportunity to stay home and raise some babies, all with the same daddy. Some babies she had at 28 and 30 years old. Set up for perfection, right? Now we weren’t rich and this story ended up taking a million turns before I turned 18; jobs lost, new careers started, jobs lost, moves out of state, business started, businesses failed. Hell, LIFE happened to my parents as I watched closely.

I watched my mother as a stay-at-home mom at first, teaching me Spanish and how to count and spell. Really pouring all she could into me. When my paternal grandmother got sick, she took care of her as well. Me, my brother and my nana. And when my daddy lost his government job she got up and found two of her own, and kept every light on and faucet running by her damn self. You literally could not ask for or find a better woman. But we all know, that won’t stop a nigga from trying. I saw my mother go through things inside and greet the world with a smile, pleasant attitude and godly aura, regardless. I watched her forgive, forgive, forgive. Give, give, give. Love, love, love and when I turned 18, I watched her lose it all and start from ground 0.

She built herself up again, kept it together and moved on, as real women do. She didn’t clown him on Facebook or go slut it out to catch up on all she had missed out on, spending 23 years being faithful to some man. She found God, rebuilt her foundation, and moved on. Now maybe there’s some big fabulous and amazing blessing waiting for her on the other side. Maybe the blessing was not allowing herself to be held back and dragged down by that ‘some man’ any longer. Maybe the blessings are the two could-be-better kids that came out of the marriage… Or maybe the lesson was for me.

“Don’t waste your life and all your good years trying to be a good woman to some fucking man.”

Got it.

Many of my friends didn’t grow up with a two parent household. For instance, I was talking to my first cousin once we had grown up and become friends. She was an only child with the mom that wanted to dress alike all the time. Ummm, where do I sign up? Where she saw a father figure in the home and a friend to play with, I saw a live in year-round Scrooge and a personal boy face-ass nuisance after I specifically asked for a sister. The grass really always looks greener. My children-of-divorce friends always bragged about getting “two Christmases” etc. because they split holidays between their parents (omg, so cool). Having two rooms filled with toys. A ‘mama’s house’ and ‘daddy’s house’ and I’m just listening, picturing the two biggest toy filled rooms I could imagine. Best of all, for them,  I know they probably didn’t see some of the things I saw a man do. Eventually I saw the difference between the kids that longed for two parent homes and (some of) those of us in them that knew better.

Around the age of 19 something happened to my ego. I went from longing for things I didn’t think I deserved to understanding that nothing and no one deserved me,  the way my father or no man I had known deserved my beautiful, brilliant, talented, educated, dedicated, loyal, hard-working mother. I realized that I was the prize, the gift, the table and the house the table was in. I was IT and women probably never raised the type of men that deserved a goddess like me ever before. And if they did, they damn sure hadn’t in the last 20 or so years. So I wasn’t looking for a damn husband. A man was not about to feel like he owned me, ever. And damn sure not so he could throw me away when he was done... I was nobody’s property and I was going to do any and all of the leaving, when I saw fit. I lost my will to fight for love and I wasn’t on the search for a life partner and that was just it. I told myself that even if I got married, I would always be prepared to leave or be left at the drop of a dime. Because I went off to college one semester and came home to divorced parents. I went off the next semester and came home to my father telling me this was not my home anymore, while standing in front of some crow faced bitch. Okay? So the lesson there was things can change at the drops of dimes and you’ve got to be ready to change with them. I found my lane and this was it. They call us free spirits.

Hoes. Free spirit became synonymous with hoe and if your spirit is truly free that’s some laughable shit. Free spirit to me means, I wore mascara and bold eyeliner today with a sleek bun and business attire. Maybe I had a meeting, maybe I was just feeling like Joan Clayton from Girlfriends. Tomorrow I may feel like Solange or Kelis. This month I might feel like Solange and opt for a natual brow. And natural legs and armpits, too (I don’t know if she shaves or not). I might have my home girl sew some hair in and it might be fire red. I might cut all of it off and go blonde (just the ends, though). Really, whatever. I am a free. I invest in the people I spend time with. I am a listening ear, soundboard, friend, confidante, companion. Mother. My loyalty is to myself so it does not blind my decision making. Once you are causing me more harm than all this good I am giving to you, I will be gone like the wind. I live gone like the wind. Never really in one place in the first place. Always on the way somewhere else. I didn’t even put titles on our time here, so there were no questions to be asked or arguments to be had once I decide to go. I owed no one anything and wasn’t passing around my collection plate, either. I was FREE.

In a partner I wasn’t necessarily looking for anything, but I knew how it should feel. That’s how I got the most out of situations; allowing things to be what and who they are and growing into what or who it will be. I certainly wasn’t looking for a husband but I managed to have never dated, entertained or courted a man I did not know would be a great father. Compassion, empathy, dedication. Always the sons of divorced parents. I was blessed enough to connect more than once with someone that understood one of the most valuable and rewarding experiences in adulting was in being a good parent; responsible in my decision making, loving, caring, respectful of our child’s parent.

In a partner I wasn’t necessarily looking for anything, but I knew how it should feel. That’s how I got the most out of situations; allowing things to be what and who they are and growing into what or who it will be. I certainly wasn’t looking for a husband but I managed to have never dated, entertained or courted a man I did not know would be a great father. Compassion, empathy, dedication. All sons of divorced parents. I was blessed enough to connect more than once with someone that understood one of the most valuable and rewarding experiences in adulting was in being a good parent; responsible in my decision making, loving, caring, respectful of their child’s mothers. I could pick a good future father out better than Safaree can spot plastic surgery. Trust me, I knew.

But I noticed, even before I was a baby mother, that people get shamed out of wanting what they really want in a family. People shame pregnant women the whole nine months if they’re doing it alone, and shame their baby daddy’s with them if they’re not their husband. I can remember being in church at a service where a young woman was having her baby christened. The minister asked her to introduce everyone to the congregation. She got on the mic “my aunt, my mom... and her father” Safe. “Your what?” asked the minister. Hmmmmmm what you doin, lady? She said: HER. FATHER. “My daughter’s father?” She said “Your what?” again. “He’s not your husband, is he?” And I think it was in that moment that I decided I just did not want the marriage thing. A man unmarried was selfish and living, but the woman was unwanted and unclean. Unreal. My rebellion and the clouds of opinions I allowed to shape my own desires is the only reason I feel like I don’t have the perfect Proud Baby Mama story, but at the very least I have a daughter that gets all the love I wanted. 

Mission accomplished.