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[since1797]

my wonder twins<333

[gothamgrrrls]

betty troy or donna boop

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[ghurab-alzilal]

Raven: What a beautiful day! Isn't it a beautiful day?

Donna: Damian texted you, didn't he?

Raven: With a heart emoji!

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Phenomenal issue for New Titans! Brombal makes accurate fun of the repetitive Titans arcs lol Always the same villains, fights and betrayals. Dying and being reborn, only slightly different. A dream becomes a nightmare when you can no longer tell the difference. Time to wake up!

[jadegretz]

Donna Troy: Heroic Heir ANIMATION

The Temple of Souls Breathes Back

The Temple of Souls was not built so much as remembered into stone. It rose from the ravine like a thought too old to forget, its columns carved with the curves of warriors’ names worn smooth by centuries of whispered confession. Moonlight struck its marble and slid away, refusing to linger, as if even the light feared being known by the place.

Donna Troy paused at the threshold, one sandal planted on cracked steps, the other hovering above a shadow that seemed to pulse. She felt the familiar ache behind her eyes—the warning hum of a destiny that had learned to whisper instead of shout. Her reflection in the bronze doors was fractured, a thousand Donnas stitched together by old oaths and newer doubts. She exhaled slowly, the breath fogging the air, and the fog did not drift away. It folded inward, becoming a woman’s face.

“Welcome home,” the face said, smiling with lips that had been dead for centuries.

Donna tightened her grip on her lasso. “You don’t get to say that,” she replied softly. “Home doesn’t try to eat you.”

The face laughed, a sound like dry leaves rubbed together. “You’ve always been so literal.”

The doors opened on their own.

Inside, the Temple of Souls was cathedral and catacomb both. The floor mosaics depicted Amazons in victory and in grief, their eyes inlaid with obsidian that caught Donna’s gaze and held it. Incense burned without fire, its scent rich and unsettling—myrrh and iron and something sweet enough to suggest a promise. Shadows gathered in the corners, thickening, as if the dark itself had mass and intent.

Donna stepped forward. Her footsteps echoed once too many times.

“Donna,” a voice called, warm and honeyed, carrying from the inner sanctum. “You came.”

She knew that voice. Of course she did. She had been raised on it, disciplined by it, comforted by it. Antiope’s voice had once taught her how to stand, how to strike, how to forgive herself when she failed.

Donna’s heart betrayed her with a stumble. “Antiope,” she said. “That’s a cheap trick.”

“No trick,” the voice replied. “Just memory wearing a better dress.”

From between the pillars emerged an Amazon—tall, broad-shouldered, radiant even in spectral form. Antiope’s armor glowed faintly, etched with runes that writhed like restrained serpents. Her eyes, once fierce and kind, now shimmered with an alien depth, a darkness moving behind the irises like a tide.

“You’re possessed,” Donna said, though part of her wanted to pretend otherwise.

Antiope smiled, and the smile was devastating. “We are… shared.”

The plural echoed. From the shadows, others stepped forward—Amazons Donna recognized from statues and stories, from dreams she hadn’t known were borrowed. Penthesilea. Alcippe. Even faces older than names. They moved with a synchronized grace, beautiful and terrible, their forms translucent and solid at once, as if reality had made an exception for them.

“We were guardians,” Antiope said. “We were forgotten. The Temple remembers us. It keeps us warm.”

Donna’s lasso glowed faintly at her side, responding to the lie buried beneath the truth. “Warm isn’t the word I’d use,” she said. “You’re being used.”

“Used?” Penthesilea laughed, circling Donna like a dancer. “By what? Faith? Fear? We are more ourselves than we have ever been.”

As Penthesilea passed, Donna felt a brush of cold along her arm, intimate as a lover’s touch. A shiver ran through her—not entirely fear. The Temple hummed, the walls breathing in and out, as if listening.

“Stop,” Donna said. “This place is feeding on you. On your regrets.”

Antiope stepped closer. “And on yours,” she murmured. “You wear them beautifully.”

The words slid under Donna’s defenses, soft as silk. For a moment, she was sixteen again, desperate for approval, aching to belong. Antiope lifted a hand, fingers hovering near Donna’s cheek without touching. The air between them crackled with something dangerous and alluring.

“You were always so eager to be chosen,” Antiope whispered. “We could choose you now. Stay. Be whole.”

Donna swallowed. “Wholeness that requires surrender isn’t wholeness,” she said. “It’s a cage with velvet bars.”

The Temple shuddered, displeased. Dust rained from the ceiling. A low moan vibrated through the stone.

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[kilowogcore]

The robot clause always bugged me, given so many robots in comics show signs a' sapience. Like, just say "He's a literal demon who was never gonna stop trying ta' destroy the world, he had ta' die." (Art sampled from "Titans" Vol. 4 #15 by Tom Taylor, Lucas Meyer, Adriano Lucas, Wes Abbott, Chris Rosa, Brittany Holzherr, and Paul Kaminski. Edits: Dialogue.)

[envcc]

⭐Wonder-bat Duo⭐

My program crashed on me, right as I was about to finish this. I nearly cried. Thankfully it autosaved.

This was inspired by an old request and took forever. It's been a while since I did detailed shading, so I hope it looks good. I'll go pass out now✌ (Go to sleep)

[atomicpatrolcreation]

My opinions on Tom King's Wonder Woman run

Hello everyone, I’m back from my sabbatical break to finally share my thoughts on Tom King’s Wonder Woman run.

Now, this post is going to include some controversial opinions that not everyone may agree with (which is totally fair, and honestly, if you disagree, please leave a comment), and I want to clarify that I don’t claim to hold the absolute truth (I can be wrong).

With that said, I don’t like this Wonder Woman run. Don’t get me wrong—it has its good aspects (like everything in life), but in my opinion, the bad outweighs the good.

Things I like:

The supporting cast is solid. I love that King included the Wonder Girls—I honestly only read it for them. And yes, I’m including Steve here too because I adore him (even if he was wasted).

The art is fantastic.

Things I don’t like:

The way they handled Steve and how badly he was wasted. I mean, the man was the U.S. ambassador to the Amazons, a military officer (a general, if I remember correctly), and he was involved with the Suicide Squad (trying to minimize the threat they posed). Let’s not forget he knew a lot about the government. Killing him off ruined what could’ve been an interesting political storyline—especially considering this came after the Absolute Power event.

Diana’s storyline, while it has potential, is slow, stagnant, and poorly written. The villains (both the one who kills Steve and the one who’s likely trying to manipulate Lizzie—I strongly believe that’s coming) are just… meh.

Lizzie, as a concept, is interesting. And as a Wondertrev fan, I love that they have a daughter. But sadly, this character was clearly created just because King wanted to write the Super Sons taking care of a little girl. That’s cute, I won’t deny it—but beyond that, she doesn’t fit. She lacks charisma, and I especially don’t like her adult version when she’s with Diana (she’s so rude). I feel like she only works when she’s with Damian and Jon (she was written and created to serve their story, not to be her own character who contributes to the Amazons—or even to Diana and Steve’s legacy).

I think she could’ve worked better if they had explored the angle of her being a girl who never knew her father (heck, she didn’t even know if she had a father), who grew up hearing about her mom’s protégées (who she’s constantly compared to, especially Cassie), and who spent her life listening to Donna and Cassie talk fondly about some guy named Steve—only to later discover that the Steve they spoke of with so much affection was actually her father.

In my view, that would’ve made adult Lizzie’s coldness toward Diana more understandable. It would have added depth to her character by giving her internal conflict and would’ve tied nicely into her solo comic, where she seems to be trying to bring Steve back.

They could’ve also shown flashbacks of Steve interacting with the Amazons and the Wonder Girls (Donna and Cassie), because I find it hard to believe that, over all those years, they never met or interacted at all.

PS1: You have no idea how hard it was to get through this run. I’d read one issue and need all my willpower to even open the next. I hated feeling that way because I usually enjoy binge-reading.

PS2: If you thought I have an agenda to make Steve closer to the other Amazons and not just Diana, let me tell you—you’re absolutely right. I have WonderFam headcanons, and Steve shows up in several of them.