#indiedcrp

[osburns]

⊱#𝐎𝐒𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒⊰   i  saw  the  part  of  you  that  only  when  you’re  older,  you  will  see  too.  i  held  the  better  cards,  but  every  stroke  of  luck  has  got  a  bleed  through.  you  look  like  yourself,  but  you’re  somebody  else  .  .  .  only  it  isn’t  on  the  surface.  you  talk  like  yourself  —  NO  !  i  hear  someone  else,  and  now  YOU’RE  MAKING  ME  NERVOUS.

[thisbittersweetvictory]

Open to All

Her ride into Gotham City had been a bumpy one, with the cab driver cursing and grunting voraciously at the traffic, never once turning his grimy neck to look at her throughout the 52 minutes she sat in the back of his taxi. Victory suspected no less, the cab was a faded mustard yellow with only the letters “t” “a” “x” and “c” “b” making up the words: Taxi Cab on the side of his vehicle. The noise of overly unhappy pedestrians and equally disgruntled drivers on the road with her was only partially drowned out with the incessant buzzing from her father’s multiple texts warning her to stay alert, move with caution, and stay in contact at all times.

Once she arrived at the Art Gala, located in a museum with the grandeur of a plaque stating that this building was constructed, funded, and founded some 50 years ago by the highly respected Wayne family. The street Victory stepped out onto in her--- heels was grey, dismal, and dirty. Overwhelmed by the gleaming white tile and golden trim along the walls, entering the building itself felt like stepping through a portal to another realm for Victory. Gotham certainly was two sides of a coin: on the one hand, crime and poverty, on the other, wealth and power.

Many other well-to-do men and women were already present and perusing the various works of art set about the room, but it was not long before Victory’s eyes fell on a familiar face. She was the only one of her family here, and therefor was representing the whole of Stark Enterprises. She waved at her closest confidant before gliding elegantly across the room to them.

[amazonborn-blog]

                                ❛ i know exactly who i am. ❜

                               dceu & new ! 52 based. favored by krislyn.          

[chosenruler-blog]

I AM A WOMAN OF WAR AND YOU CAN'T STOP ME!

[anaxpraetor]

    Anax     ( GRK:  ἄναξ )     - tribal king, lord, military leader     Praetor  ( LAT: ˈprēdər )   - commander of an army

     You think it's an i m p e r f e c t i o n. But I think there's a r e a s o n we were born       unable to kill. It d e s t r o y s something. A part of your s o u l you don't get back.

                           Turn Your Back On Mother Nature

[amazonbornmoved-blog]

‘  you were born of LEGEND, made from clay & sculpted into the likeness your mother wished you upon. that’s what you THOUGHT. you were the only CHILD among other women but they TREATED you with kindness. PRINCESS. you were a curious little thing wanting to know how to WIELD a sword, mesmerized by the way your SISTERS sparred, a DANCE that was intimate with one DEADLY strike after many parries. YEARS past, your world was to be RATTLED with a single plane crash. do you know what that sound is? it’s FATE calling you.   ’ 

                                                      DCEU, NEW!52, and PRE-52 BASED.                                                        graphic credit.

[chosenruler-blog]

------  WITH  A  SPINE  OF  STEEL  &  A  ROAR  OF  THUNDER,  I  WILL  RISE !

[chosenruler-blog]

would you like to have a mum who is ancient, gorgeous, and completely capable of kicking ass? one who is amazonian, protective af but also supportive? of course u would. unfortunately, i make her your real mum but i can get you the next best thing: an independent rp blog for QUEEN HIPPOLYTA from dceu wonder woman: actual queen, 10/10 knows how to swing her sword. like or reblog this post if you’re interested in playing with her, or just come find her at  @prayedlife.