"You are not meant to be here, LITTLE WEAPON. HIS long-spun thread shall deny you your every hope. Yet, Hippolyta herself would understand the struggle that you face. She too once thwarted what the FATES foretold…"
A FOOTPRINT IN THE SAND. STAMPED INTO THE SHORE, CARRIED UNTO THE SEA, TAKEN TO THE SKIES. EVER IN SEARCH OF PROMISED PARADISE.
a study of: abstention from senseless violence. deconstructing myths and their misconceptions. legacies and shadows they cast. peace, truth, and defying gods.
✰ Howdy, stranger mine! Call me Valerie! Or Val, if you're nasty. I'm a black woman who lives in the shameful west, I'm thirty(-one in one week by the time of posting), I'm a video game journalist by daylight, and a huge geek by moonlight. I welcome you now, with my entire heart, to my roughshod attempt to accurately portray one of the greatest to ever do it!
Though, you must note that this is a version of her that's been created by / trapped inside of Darkseid's newly spawned infinite power 'hatefic' universe. Yes, that sounds silly. Yes, it's canon. Read the comics! I honestly think you might like some of 'em!
✰ I've written Diana before, both Absolute & Prime. I don't think I'm very good at writing her and hers yet, but I give it a fair shot each time I pick up my pen. I say that to say this: Give me some grace! I'll be doing my best to give you grace in any and all of our interactions. If I fall short, give me a little and some light to catch up, I'll do the same for you.
However, while I'm 100% A-Okay with you letting me know a reply wasn't the best, or what you expected, don't push me for timely replies. Please don't press me for my interest/attention. I'm a grown woman working a job and trying not to let the darkness of my days sit too deeply in my chest. Sometimes I'm here, sometimes I'm not. Until I tell you I'm not interested in our dance, I'd just assume otherwise. I want to write with you! If we're here together, I PROMISE YOU, I want to write with you. Just give it time.
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Depictions of Violence, Bloodshed, Viscera, Witchcraft, Torture, Imprisonment, Blasphemy, Self-Mutilation, and Lack of Personhood / Sapping of Bodily Autonomy.
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I'm easy to please, I fear. Doesn't take much to get me ready for a thread. I support pre-established relationships. I love shipping. I love angst, and smut. Fluff, and combat! If we've got some chemistry, and we both love the taste of fun, I'll write eight threads with you at once across four AUs. Let's get after it!!
✰ This account wouldn't exist in the state it's in without all the incredible artists and creatives whose work I've fully ganked and manipulated to fit my personal agendas. I am an unrepentant thief, but I always source my ill-gotten gains. And I always ask that YOU REBLOG FROM THE SOURCE!
Wonder Woman created by William Marston & Harry G. Peter.
Absolute Wonder Woman created by Kelly Thompson & Hayden Sherman.
Sailor Scout Diana header image created by Sinizade.
PSD used is #50 by LillithDemoness.
Promo template is Aesop by KingofWesteros.
Icon template is MYSTIC MAGIC by calisources
Most art is sourced from the Absolute Wonder Woman comics or from public previews posted by the primary artists of said comics.
'Dragon Slayer' Diana art in the Carrd's about tab was drawn by YanManXplore.
It was a night of many broken expectations. So many more of the unexplained but somehow less sinister than the curse that lurked the streets. A presence that seemed more warm and inviting than oppressive and ruinous that he's gotten used to.
The violence never changes, after all, it just switches hands.
And yet, he senses what she's capable. How she could easily wield it with her hands, like she's met giants and dropped them to their knees. And this city has many of those. But her words make what he suspected clear — there's more and there is less.
It has not been lost to him, the brewing outside of his city, of a world that was beginning to get larger and larger and more and more senseless and unreasonable than what he knows in his his streets. GOTHAM has been grumbling ; whether in hunger or in fear, it's been hard to tell. And he feels her shiver still seemingly at the invitation she brings to his doorsteps.
The world beyond crawling in.
" I'm…THE BATMAN. " He says the word like he's unfamiliar with it. Having only adapted it since the city has started to use it for their own ; taking it back from them the only way he knew how. His brows furrowed and his voice weary. " Who is this child? " He stepped closer, a sense of suspicion curling like a snake around his throat. Snake like in its vice. " When and where? " It unfurls inside of him like a flame that is so eager to devour. " What darkness? "
He stops nearly at the edge of the rooftop, looking up at her, demanding in his quest. He's had too many questions unanswered. He's had the earth beneath his feet open up too wide and too big for one man to keep together by the grip of his teeth. And maybe it's harder for him to believe that someone with power is here in his city to help when he's seen how power is used here.
" Maybe…" But still, he tries. " Speak more plainly. "
The Batman. Mortal. Mud-made. Man. Not some GOD as her mother so often theorized. Not some monster given flesh by covenant and creed... A man. Tasked with sight beyond sight and cursed with the knowledge of the shadows subsuming the world around him. But a man, all the same.
The Witch's heart, light even among this dark copse of steel and glass, is unburdened some to realize it.
❝ I know not when, and the Darkness has all but obscured itself from me and mine, though faults of light have begun to break through.
Know you the family 'Zatara'? A lineage of sorcerers and witches whose roots trace to this city. In months past, a witch carrying the name Zatara was loosed upon me in Gateway City. Armed with understanding of my weaknesses, my allies, my secrets... All as if they were common knowledge. ❞
Speak more plainly, he requests. A vast web of intricacies and half-scryed estimations would have fared better among her coven, it seems. This one, this man... she would have to meet him on the straight, and narrow.
❝ The sorceress, Zatanna, she told me that the woman holding her leash was named Cale, and she'd a great interest in delivering me unto a series of labyrinths called Arks. Superstructures built by hands across the world, paid for by hands steeped in the world's blood. ❞
Cale's hands, yes. But not her hands alone. Even in her quest for independent sovereignty, she'd still chains binding her to others. One such chain was moored in Gotham's waters.
❝ There is something wrong with this world, Batman. Try as I might to adjust to it, my every moment in Man's World is tinged with the scent of it; some misalignment of the fates' wheel. I aim to fix it, however I can. ❞
Among the holy quiet of the Hieron's borders, The Witch serves as the only interruption of serenity.
Footsteps light enough to save glass weren't light enough to strike sound, her every motion was a melody against the silence, thus it was by design that her melody was benevolent. Careful steps from planter to planter, from plot to plot, inviting sunlight in through windows and calling notes of the storm from her watering can.
There is life blooming here. Growing, reaching toward the heavens with every passing day. The Witch is honored to play her part, even disruptive, to the grand melody.
So we've been able to get to a campground! A genuinely lifesaving thing for us due to our vulnerability to heat and my mom's chronic health problems. This will allow us to take care of ourselves, our vehicle, and to plan ahead. Thank you to everyone who's helped with this
However, we need to be able to pay our camp fees each day, and eat. Both of which we could use help with, as both are reoccurring and are absolute requirements for us to be able to focus on anything else
My kofi is here, ask for my paypal or etransfer (canada only)
This is the sort of weather hitting the area me and my family are in, in two weeks. We need to be able to pay for our campsite so we won't literally die from the heat; and we need to be able to keep our tank full if we need to flee from fires that'll be coming
@warwaited e'er reminds her of them above, i do enjoy a quiet office. i'm sure we can limit the small talk.
❝ As you wish. ❞
Small talk she could dispense with entirely. Truthfully, she only found it 'useful' after her arrival to Man's World.
❝ Earlier, as I traversed this city, I witnessed someone attempting to commit a murder. I intervened, and in attempting to apprehend the attempted murderer, discovered that she is an employee of yours. ❞
According to the girl, she was a direct report of this woman's. A clear through-line on the chain of command that The Witch could neither ignore nor fail to follow 'to the top'.
❝ I've come to discuss the validity of her statement, and the repercussions of her actions. ❞
@villain-he speaks as if the sky sits beneath them, and how do you plan on stopping me from making yet more chaos?
❝ I planned to ask. ❞
The Heavens, vast and varied as they were, were oft a subject of intense study during her formative years. Lord Zeus and his family made up the bulk of her tutelage as a child, aye.
Yet in decades spent among the dead and the damned, it would have been impossible for The Witch to avoid whispers, warnings, and wails bearing the names of... The Others.
This one. This... other. Diana knew them only in passing. A great and powerful tempest, the likes of which never raged across Aeaea. A gale powerful enough to tear her world asunder, she ought have been scared to approach them...
But them behind her, those affected by the Gods' 'whims'? They were scared. What choice did Diana have?
❝ And should the asking have failed, I planned to entreat. ❞
