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@oftroia
#OFTROIA —— an independant and selective portrayal of Donna Troy / Troia of DC Comics, written by Hope ( she / they ), +18
JUMPING ACROSS THE MULTIVERSE WITH: sonburied / lifebleeds
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i will get back to IMs and replies ive just. been absolutely swamped with uni work rip
✩ @speedconduit said: ‘ i’m here to save the day! ’
" Am I glad to see you, Twinkle Toes! " And though the dire need for help might have been greatly overstated, Wally's presence was nonetheless appreciated, her friends always were. She ushered him towards the common room. " The ' kids ' have been driving me crazy. Jesse keeps talking about some kind of shift in the Speedforce or something but I can't detect it and I'm honestly not sure if she's just joking or not. You wouldn't mind checking it out, would you? " She had already pushed him through the door before waiting for a response from him.
" By the way, last time I babysat the twins, Irey asked if she could tag along when I go home to Paradise Island next time, I could bring Linda along as well, would that be alright with you? Don't have a date yet but I'd hate to have to say no to the kid. " And Irey had learnt that her dear aunt Donna had a hard time trying to say no in the first place. She could get almost anything she wanted out of her.
Bestied too close to the sun
YOU'RE SLIPPING —
indie Lucien Tavelle from Critical Role's second campaign as written by Hope
✩ @alphafight said: “donna, mon amie, i wish you a very joyous mother’s day – the american version, anyway, you deserve the best anyway,” a dramatic sigh, that is soon undercut when he produces a present only northstar would consider the bare minimum: a gift basket with various self care items for relaxation, imported flowers, and of course, some starry themed jewellery pieces. “thank me not, jeanne-marie helped select most of these, actually.” a lighthearted, two-finger salute once his hands are freed, then with a smile and a glint in his eyes, he adds, “say hello to the little man for me, let him know i won’t be stealing any more of your quality mother-son time today, i’m very expeditious in these matters.”
" Ah my friend, you are too generous! " And perhaps the declaration that his twin sister had picked out most of the items for him helped her accept it without much of a fuss. If he chose to hand over the glory to Jeanne-Marie then Donna could, for once, act like she did not have to do the whole dance of trying to turn a gift down, to tell the gift bearer that it was far too much and she could not possibly accept such generosity. Clearly such words would have had to be directed at his twin sister and not Jean-Paul himself, therefore this would do just fine. You hear, it will do just fine — stop worrying about it, Donna!
She accepted the basket with a smile and a polite nod ( and still far more words about gratitude and thankfulness than were necessary ). " Well, tell your sister she has great taste, then. It is a lovely gift, thank you. " And with a laugh she added: " I will be sure to tell him his second favourite speedster said hi. He'll appreciate it. "
✩ @spectracle said: happy mother's day to donna 🩵
Why thank you !! Donna is going to take the day off and simply enjoy the various drawings her son made her for this special day ✨
Warm-up of Donna inspired by Marina Diamandis!✨
@oftroia -> "You stink by the way, dork." <333
Kyle groans. His head is pounding like he went on a 3 day bender with no water. He also, very promptly, regrets trying to open his eyes. Everything is too bright, burning out the detail of the room before he can recognize which one he's sprawled out in.
( the only consolation he has is that he's pretty sure he isn't in uniform anymore )
Donna prods him in the side, good-naturedly, and the Lantern groans again, curling up into as small a space he can manage. His body, naturally, protests at that, too. Kyle thinks, maybe, he would feel a little more alive if he had fallen on a landmine last night. Or was it two nights ago? He's not even sure what day it was.
What day is it? He asks. At least, he thinks he asked that. What actually comes out is, "Wha' dayzzit?" voice croaky and unused.
There were many who would call her desensitised to violence and its consequences, lost somewhere between the life she had led since she was a preteen and the unnaturally high pain tolerance she had been blessed with — and while she would argue the opposite was the case, maybe Kyle would be inclined to agree with that statement right now. Poking the poor man in the side, cheerful as ever while he seemed to feel like he had been run over, all of that was routine to the long term superhero.
" April 25th — you good there, Kyle? " The state he was in seemed to imply he was not, his voice all but confirmed it. And so Donna reached for the glass of water she had set down on the table next to them. " If you can sit up I can help you get something to drink. I bet you're dehydrated. Wanna tell me what happened? " There was always the chance he would rather keep that to himself, out of embarrassment or simple frustration, but she would offer him the chance to talk anyway.
✩ @spectracle said: they care less about facts than about fear.
Isn't that the damn truth of it all?
Donna had walked through the hate mobs before, more times than she could count on one hand, had heard all the oh so clever insults and the fearmongering against her kind. Yes, fear was man's most effective tool and she had suffered its use many times. Perhaps she was naive to hope for change, to expect anything else of them in reaction to a group they had never really tried to understand and maybe it was also, in part, cynical of her nonetheless to expect a uniform reaction from humanity that proved they could change. Ever the optimist and pessimist at the same time ...
" I'm sorry they let fear ruin your gig — it was a really good show until ... you know ... " She would not speak of the chaos further unless Alison wished to discuss it. She had a feeling what was really needed tonight was a distraction though. A ruined evening could be saved with some drinks and a few more songs, yes? At least it was how she had saved a few terrible nights before. " I'll happily be your one woman audience too if that's what you want. " Not that she expected the other to be in the mood to sing at all given the night's development.
Titans #028 (2025)
✩ @fevvor said: it was a dream. you're safe. this is real. - Kyle
It was easy to get lost in the what ifs, in the what had been and what might still be — to be swept away by the ocean of possibility and drown among the regrets. Reality had always been in motion to her and that did not stop the moment she placed her head upon her pillow to rest. She had woken up only vaguely aware of the noise around her, of her own screams echoing through the room, had not recognised Kyle at first and pushed him aside when he had stirred at her side, quickly having risen to try and calm her, evidently unsuccessfully. For a moment she still feared to be stuck in the whirlwind of time itself, a chaotic tide of timelines and potential. But what had it been that had caused such horror within her? Could she even remember?
She had climbed halfway out of her bed when she finally paused to look around. She knew this place. It was her home. This was her bedroom and it was her bed — one she had pushed Kyle out of in her panic. " Oh Kyle, I'm sorry — " It was his luck that she had not pushed with more force out of sheer habit. She could have easily broken a bone or worse. Thank Athena for the small victories. " I don't know what came over me, I — " What had she seen? Now that the moment had passed she struggled to replay it in her mind. Fire, she had felt the heat of fire on her skin, but from what? A burning house with a crying toddler in it again and again rescued by a Goddess, by her future sister, by no one at all — all that had ever been and ever would be. No, there was no house, the fire was no fire at all. It was the burning surface of a planet, the spark of too much energy between her fingertips — the feeling of pulling all life from the woman who had tormented her the most across dozens of lifetimes, who in the end was just another facet of her herself, the act of unmaking herself to save the world. A cosmic mistake through and through. Impossible in her very existence. She could see everything and yet nothing at all.
She felt nauseous again.
Not even the strength of the Amazons could hold her on her feet as she tried to help Kyle up only to have her own knees give out under her, fall cushioned by the mattress under her. She was faintly aware she kept apologising as she tried to straighten herself once more before noticing something wet running down her cheek. Had she hurt herself? Unlikely, no — she was crying. " I don't ... " Her throat felt hoarse, her voice foreign. " Kyle, you remember me, yes? " Panic wavered in every syllable spoken. " You know my name? " She had lost it often enough, had it taken from her over and over again, her very being ripped from its roots, denied her existence in every earth across the multiverse. She needed a reminder that she existed at all.
AS IF HE NEEDS THE REMINDER. the vigilante snorts softly, rolling eyes so hard he nearly sees the back of his own skull. dick grayson knows exactly how much donna troy can lift — knows the strength held within her little finger can outclass his own any day of the year. a lesser man would have probably curdled at the deliberate jab; for his part, nightwing has never had much interest in being lesser. embarrassment is one of few things not equipped in the former boy wonder’s extensive repertoire; it is, in his personal experience, quite impractical. as he is frequently one of powerless members on any superhero team, dick has long since accepted the position of being hauled from place to place by far stronger friends. even if it means being scruffed unceremoniously like a misbehaving kitten in the middle of conflict, or — in this case — being carried around an amazonian’s arms like some blushing bride. privately, he feels there is something strangely tender in surrendering weight to people who love you enough to carry it; not that he will give donna ( who appears far too pleased with herself already ) the satisfaction of knowing that thought out loud. “ your generosity humbles me, wondy, it really does. sainthood pending, i assume? ” he drawls, cocking a brow at her; notably does he not bother smothering the smile ghosting lips. they both know he could easily twist out of her arms if he truly desired it, flipped onto own two feet && go on pretending to care about keeping his dignity intact. except that donna’s smile, as mischievous && see through as it is, loosens something stuck between his ribs. warmth blooms in its place, && the man is helpless in his fondness to oppose her very much. instead, dick crosses strong arms over broad chest && settles more comfortably ‘gainst her. “ but, if it’s really no trouble whatsoever — could you please take the scenic route? i’d like to take time && consider every decision that has led me to this moment. ”
It was always a relief, a safe, reliant one at that, to know no matter how much she joked and even lightly pushed, Dick would not be falling victim to some bout of a fragile ego just because he was met with the reality of the difference in their physical abilities. Many men had turned on her for it in the past, believing her very existence to be an insult directed at their masculinity. Dick had always been one of the few who never made her feel ashamed for her powers. Quite the opposite, he had encouraged her to use them for good and, more importantly, to have fun with them too, to not be afraid of them any longer. Simple gestures, an exchange of jokes ... she wondered if he knew how much she owed him for it all, how much he had helped shape the humour and carefree attitude she could deploy about her nature now.
" Sainthood might get complicated — I feel like you have to be Christian for that first. Though maybe I'm simply pious enough they'll make an exception for me. " Ah yes, pious, that was what she was. Clearly. It was an answer she could barely give him straight, adding a sly wink at the end if only because she would have burst out laughing otherwise. Still, no matter how much she fought to stifle a full laugh ( if only out of fear of losening her grip on her best friend should she get caught up in a giggling fit — ), her smile could not be brighter. " Oh I could slow down, make sure the wind doesn't ruin your hair, you get time to really think about where it all went wrong — "
For once they had no other pressing matters to attend to, she could, in theory, take her time, use the fact her friend could not slip away for whatever reason he could make up for his own mind that he needed to tend to immediately no matter how much she insisted others could take care of it. But that might put an end to their joking. Dick, she knew, took his duties a little too seriously at times.Sure, he could joke about slacking off, about taking his time for himself and his friends but to actually do it? Almost unheard of. She could still try and tempt him though. " If you're game I could drop us off at the nearest place that will get us some proper Chinese food — " They could always order in but then she'd risk he would find something to do before the food arrived, leaving her to eat two portions of dim sum ( not that she would let them be wasted ... ).
also take this plotting call so I can flesh out dynamics with people I love developing something so we can jump right in
also take this plotting call so I can flesh out dynamics with people I love developing something so we can jump right in
You need some tender loving care - and we have some catching up to do! | Starfire, Nightwing and Wonder Girl in New Teen Titans (1980)
✩ @alphafight said: i've never been quite sure what it is that i am.
It was not often she saw a man like Northstar reveal any kind of vulnerability to her like this. People like him tended to try turn away from her, well aware that she had a habit of seeing right through their bullshit. Blessed by her Gods as she was, she tended to say, to see truth where others tried to deceive her even without meaning to. It meant she attempted, quite frequently, to try and dismantle her more stoic friends' façade against their will. She seldom left much to hide behind and while it was her way of offering shelter, of proclaiming she could provide a safe refuge to those she held dear — many saw it as a personal attack, or worse, as an attempt at pity. In return they tended to avoid her or simply worked to improve their ability to lie to her over time. It was a dance of sort, one where she had to try and keep up or hope they would resign themselves to letting her in or risk being shut out by them entirely one day. She could not stop pushing, not when she felt like someone had to try and look beyond the mask.
Thus it came as quite a surprise to her to hear Jean-Paul admit to any kind of uncertainy about himself. The great ex olympian skier, with a whole fanclub worth of adoring fans, a man frequently titled the most arrogant mutant by those around him, more or less behind his back, supposedly utterly full of himself — and in spite of all of this he had deemed her worthy of a glance behind the curtain. She would honour his trust of course, for Donna Troy knew no other way of reacting to such an admission of any kind of insecurity, settling down at his side, giving him her whole attention in an instant. " Well, " she began, " I'm sure a lot of people would have something to say about that one. " And they both knew it would hardly be something kind, partly due to his own behaviour, partly due to circumstances entirely out of his control. But that was not what she was here to say. That much he could certainly figure out himself, hell, it might be the whole reason for his comment in the first place and she was hardly here to affirm the perception of others, had she herself suffered under the opinion others had forced upon her, Troia, the woman lost in the perfect façade which she had created for herself to try escape scrutiny only to fall for the trap of constructing her own self after other people's expectations.
The irony of Jean-Paul voicing his doubts around her of all people was not lost on her.
" I think it depends what answer you seek here — could go many ways. I could tell you the obvious. " She shrugged, nonchalantly. " You're a mutant, we share that, you're our leader, you can thank Lorna for that one but, " and she paused, eyeing him for a moment before settling on how far she wanted to go with this. He might just call her a sentimental fool should she push a bit too hard and yet ... he had indirectly asked for her opinion tonight had he not? With only her and the stars as company, it was upon her to offer some kind of revelation, or maybe it was absolution Jean-Paul sought, or perhaps what he needed was simply a reminder of something important. She would have to take a shot in the dark and hope to make the right choice. As if she had ever made the right choice in her life. " At the risk of sounding cheesy, you're our friend too and you know, you have a wonderful husband who I'm sure could answer this all way better than me, not that I'm bothered by this, quite the opposite. " After all, there were times in which Donna wondered if it was her purpose to play confidante to those who struggled to share more of themselves with others. She was good at lending an ear and, occasionally, a few good words as well.
" There's more of course, if you want me to go down the whole list. We both make great improvised flashlights for one, though I guess you need your sister for that one. " Her laugh rang hollow, a poor attempt to make light of the situation as her mind was set on something much deeper, something that threatened to squeeze her throat shut just thinking about it, let alone say it out loud. And maybe she shouldn't say it after all. Maybe she was going to overstep, maybe he would never speak to her again if she dared to take this path, maybe she would wake up to a note on her bedroom door informing her of her termination from the team if she decided to breach this topic. But who was she if no a woman who had to take a risk every now and then?
" And you know, you're a father too, no matter what happened. " He had to be. Because if the death of a child signaled the end of parenthood then what did that make her? " I think my son would have liked meeting you and your daughter. "
