#donna-darkstar

[outlawintheredhood]

@donna-darkstar​ 🎤 – one of our muses tries to get the other to sing christmas carols 🎅 – one of our muses is dressed as santa and the other sits in their lap 

“Okay, crap like this? This is why I stopped making new friends.” Jason bemoaned, grumbling as Donna ignored his protests entirely and forcibly shoved the Santa hat onto his head, the attached beard falling over his chin in a very unrealistic estimation of jolly old Saint Nic.

“At least tell me Rayner was your first choice for this? The thought will get me through.” He sighed, dumping himself into the designated chair Donna was corralling him into before huffing as she immediately sat in his lap instead of getting her own. “I’ll smile and wave, but I’m not singing.”

[thexsuperxboy]

Hiding || Donna

“Sorry, I had to steal a baby and hide somewhere,” Conner paused for a moment bouncing Lux on his hip, “That sounded better in my head. This is Lux. I didn’t steal her. Well, I did. But her mom knows who has her. But not that I took her out of the apartment. But that’s because Stephanie was asleep. Not that Steph neglects her daughter. She doesn’t. She loves Lux. She’s just been Supermomming everything and is exhausted. She was reviewing a contract and fell asleep on the couch. I didn’t want Lux to wake her. Stephanie hasn’t been sleeping well,” Conner tried to stumble through his explanation.

@donna-darkstar​

[ccfstephaniebrown]

Step Mom || Text || Donna

Steph: Are you sleeping with Conner? Steph: I mean, it’s cool if you are. Steph: I just need to know if I need to prepare Lux for a stepmom.

[let-the-sparks-fly]

🎄

WHO: Earth-49!Wally West, Earth-49!Donna Troy (@donna-darkstar) and mentions of the other Earth-49!Titans.WHAT: Mistletoe Ask Meme - Some playful Earth-49!Titans dynamics during a Christmas party in Titans Tower.

The party had started to wind down, people going home to their families or other parties. Soon it was only the small core group of the original Titans and a couple of others left in the Tower. Someone had stuck mistletoe in Wally’s wild red locks earlier in the evening and the speedster couldn’t be bothered removing it, quite enjoying the playful and creative kisses he was getting because of it.

Well, except that one kiss on the lips from Garth. He tasted like seaweed. Bleurgh.

He was just coming back from the bathroom after gargling some mouthwash to rid himself of the salty taste when he was stopped in the doorway by Donna. “Party’s over, Wally, and you still have mistletoe stuck in your hair.”

“That’s because not everyone has given me a kiss yet.” Wally smiled, leaning his head close, expecting Donna to plant one on him like Garth had moments before. Or maybe even a sweet little kiss on his cheek like Lilith had - there was still a set of red lipstick lips on his face from her.

Donna rolled her eyes, knowing exactly what the redhead was after. Cupping his face softly, she leaned up onto her toes and kissed him with a gentleness that was stark contrast to the brute strength she possessed. Wally kissed back, placing a hand around her waist. As far as kisses go, this one was by far his favorite of the night.

It didn’t last long as it was interrupted by someone throwing a sofa cushion at Wally’s head - the accuracy of such a shot could have only been made by one person. Wally pulled back from the kiss and glared at Roy. “Ooo, you jealous, Roy?” The redhead taunted, slipping out of Donna’s grasp. “Pucker up, baby, your turn now.”

Donna sighed, watching as Wally took off after Roy. “Boys,” she muttered to herself as shouts of “Geez, Wally, did you have to lick me?” and “What? Thought you liked kisses with tongue.” were heard from the next room. Donna moved to the sofa, twirling the sprig of mistletoe she plucked from Wally’s hair between her fingers and wondering to herself when she’d have to step in before her teammates broke out into a fight.

[crestfallenmurtaugh]

👊 - Max

Training with Max was just as eye-opening as training with Christian. Though they were partners, they each had their own strong suits, they each had new things for Matt to focus on and hone. And Matt was grateful, truly. Max didn’t have to take the time out of his week to train Matt and he considered them to be pretty close because of it.

That didn’t stop Matt from feeling the frustration rip through him at the fact that Christian had pushed him aside-- that he had asked Max to step in because---- What? Because Matt had gotten drunk once and he suddenly decided it was all too much? Matt wasn’t just frustrated, he was furious, and instead of channeling that anger he was bottling it up.

It was near the end of their session that the fury blew over the top-- Matt had grown sloppy, his punches refusing to find their mark with little to no effort from Max. “I can’t--” He anger was so painfully evident, even then. “I can’t fucking do it!” He shouted, stopping the match. He ran a closed fist over his forehead to wipe the sweat from his brow, swatting away the concerned hand Max had offered. It took a second, but the slight hurt on the others face (which had disappeared pretty quickly) was enough to calm him down a little. “I’m sorry, I just-- If he didn’t want to train with me anymore, he should have just said so.”

[detectivechucklxs]

[ crawl ] & [ embrace ] & [ caught ] & [ boop ] hehehe all the love

[ embrace ]

With the crumbling pieces of bedrock scattered across the pavement hundreds of people spilled out all over the streets; all looking for some sort of solace. Christian spoke swiftly into his radio for any and all responders to make their way towards midtown. His mind divided selfishly between the carnage out here and the one person that hadn’t been accounted for. 

Donna. 

Weaving through bodies and large slabs of concrete, he shouted her name. The ringing in his own ears disorienting him momentarily until he saw her. Her raven colored waves and sun kissed skin coated in soot and ash. His boot tapped feveriously towards her. “You’re safe,” he mumbled into her hair as his arms ensnared her.  

[ crawl ] 

Battered and exhausted, Christian happily sunk into the plushy comforts of his bed. Rumbled sheets and all. He breathed in the dewy bit of the evening draft that trickled in through the slightly ajar window. After everything that happened, it was nice to be able to unpack the day with his boots and his vest and leave them at the door. Just as the sweet nothings of his dreams finally began to laden his wily limbs, he felt the space beside him depress. He didn’t need to look up to know who it was. Donna’s gait gave her away. Strong yet graceful. Christian knew one day that the weight of the world would bare too heavily on her shoulders and she would need a time out. Tonight was that night. He reached behind him to find her callused fingers and pushed her arm across his shoulder. Both battered soldiers could melt into one another for one evening of peace. 

[ boop ]

Christian tried to block out the distant rumbling of the gears in the back of his mind. She’s not human, obviously, but I didn’t think she’d be frickin’ Wonder Woman Jr. Donna’s revelation rattled his fragile understanding of the heroic gene pool that happened to course through her. Metahumans, secret organizations, and aliens. What happened to the normal drama of life like parking tickets and cheating spouses? Deeply lost in his bewildering confusion, he felt the tender boop to his nose. His brows furrowed at the tenderness of such an innocent action to jar him back to reality. “Did you really just boop my fucking nose?” Christian’s frustration disappeared at the mirth that filled the  spaces along her perfect features. “If ya not careful, who knows what ya do to my beautiful face.” Christian shot back with a softened grin. 

[ caught ]

Tuffs of cotton and feather stuffing scattered across his bedroom. He rolled from beneath the sun kissed and strangely firm arms that ensnared him. Christian took note of the new state of his bedroom; a war zone of unknowing fabrics. He kicked at the swirling heaps with a lopsided grin. Rough nights didn’t come without causalities huh? Christian shimmied into his jeans and plucked some random shirt from the back of his lounge chair. Her soft stirrings caught his attention. “Mornin’,” he mumbled with a cheeky undertone. Donna, steeped in the golden spun rays of the morning, stared back at him beneath the loose fabric of his CCPD crew neck. Despite her strong yet petite frame, she looked so much smaller swallowed up in the fabric. “Shirt looks better on you than me, Troy. I ain’t mad about that.” 

[detectivexspivot]

[ caress ] + [ slow dance ] + [ love letter ]  (Max of course)

[ caress ]  for  your  muse  to  gently  run  their  hand  down  my  muse’s  face

Patty’s breath hitched unconsciously as she felt Max’s hand brush lightly down her face before cupping her cheek gently. She felt her face heat up under his touch, looking up shyly to meet his eyes as he looked down at her. “Hi.” She murmured with a small laugh. He didn’t say anything, just smiled at her with the softest look in his eyes, and she couldn’t help but gravitate towards it, pushing herself up slightly on her toes to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

[ slow dance ]  for  your  muse  to  ask  my  muse  to  slow  dance

“I didn’t know you danced.” Patty commented, her tone a little amused as she let Max take her hand and lead her out towards the dance floor. She was thankful that she used to dance in school - usually she found herself a stumbling mess when she was around Max, but at least she knew where to put her feet in a waltz, even if being in his arms still made her heart pound like crazy. “You’re, uh, really good at this.” She muttered, letting herself settle a little closer to him, smiling as she laid her head on his chest and let herself sway gently to the music along with him.

[ love letter ]  for  your  muse  to  give  my  muse  a  love  letter  they  wrote  for  them

Clearing out her desk in the CCPD had to be one of the lowest moments of Patty’s life. Ever since she had joined the force, she hadn’t pictured herself leaving it before retirement. Whether as a detective or a CSI, she had always seen herself serving - but things had changed. People had left, died… the place she dedicated to her life to wasn’t the same anymore and she couldn’t stand to be there anymore.

Sorting through the old papers she had never gotten round to clearing through on her desk was a chore, but she would prefer to do it now than heft everything back to her home to do it. Mostly old memos she forgot to throw out, a few random letters and sticky notes - mostly from Christian. She made sure to throw them in the trash as soon as she recognised his scrawl without bothering to read them over again.

But there was one thing that gave her pause - a sealed envelope that she didn’t remember seeing land on her desk, her name written on it in a neat hand that she remembered being familiar. She frowned, flipping it over to rip open the seal and take out the folded up letter inside.

Her legs nearly gave out from under her at the name written at the bottom of the page, a shaky hand seeking out her old desk chair and guiding herself into it as she kept the letter held out in front of her. Her eyes flitted over the page, over and over. An apology and a declaration all at once, three words burning into her eyes. She couldn’t really picture him saying it - he never got the chance. Everything fell apart and then… then he died. She moved on, she married, but… it struck her dumb all the same as her thumb traced reverently over his name at the bottom of the letter. “Max…”

[whitecanary-lance]

⁇, ✿, %

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[ text ;; dj hero ] ply me a song and ill let u fght me.

Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text.

[ text ;; dj hero ] have you ever bent steel? preferably a steel headboard? if not, let’s try it together ;) 

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text

[ text ;; dj hero ] Do you bleed? I’ve been stuck on that since that night in the bar.