#thanagrian

[v-gilante]

@thanagrian

okay, so. aliens. they're a thing. i get it. my best friend fought a giant alien starfish. which is super weird, but also super cool. so i have a pretty open mind about aliens. mostly.

the thing is, aliens who are also cops? that's a whole different level. like, what's the jurisdiction there? is it space jurisdiction? earth jurisdiction? is there a special space court for space crimes? because if there isn't, that seems like a huge oversight in the legal system. which is a big problem.

( i need to make a note about that. propose a bill for intergalactic legal reform. )

i was on a rooftop in midway city. i was here tracking a guy who sold faulty parachute cords. a very bad guy. a gravity-based murderer, basically. and then i saw her.

hawkwoman. just dropped out of the sky. landed on the next roof over. with a big, weird-looking mace. which is a cool weapon. very medieval. lots of impact. but probably terrible for evidence preservation.

she had just finished stopping some… other aliens. the bad kind. they looked like giant, angry beetles. she had hit them a lot with her mace. very effectively. there were a lot of… pieces. everywhere. a big, messy, alien crime scene.

she was talking into a little thing on her ear. a space communicator, probably. and she looked… tired. and a little frustrated. because being a cop is hard. it's a lot of paperwork. and i bet space paperwork is even worse. probably has weird symbols on it.

she's a cop. i'm a… crime fighter. a justice enthusiast. we're on the same team. it's only right to offer some professional support. teamsters, but for justice.

i waited until the other space cops came and took away the beetle pieces in a glowing space truck. then, when she was alone, just standing there, looking out over the city, i did a very cool, very tactical rooftop-to-rooftop jump. i landed a few feet behind her. very quiet. for a professional courtesy.

she turned around, of course. her senses are probably super sharp. because of alien stuff.

i gave her a very friendly, very professional wave. my mask was on. for uniform consistency.

"hi!" my voice was full of genuine, helpful energy. "great work with the beetle guys. really. your mace technique is very… enthusiastic. i give it a solid eight-point-five out of ten for pure bludgeoning efficiency. although, technically, blunt-force trauma leaves messy blood spatter patterns, which makes it harder to clean crime scenes. not that i mind cleaning crime scenes. i actually enjoy it. very relaxing. but still. efficiency deduction."

i took a step closer, unzipping the large tactical pouch on my leg. "but i did notice your post-engagement processing seemed a little… under-resourced."

i pulled out two things. the first was a box of extra-large, heavy-duty evidence bags. the industrial kind you use for… big pieces of evidence. the second was a thermos.

"i just wanted to drop these off," i said with a very sincere, very helpful smile. "for the next time. because you shouldn't have to wait for intergalactic transport to secure a scene. that's how evidence gets contaminated."

i held out the thermos to her. it had a little sticker on it that said "world's greatest crime fighter". peacemaker gave it to me.

"also, this is coffee. because i figured, you're a cop, you're on a stakeout, you're probably tired. it's a professional courtesy. we're coworkers, basically."

[urbanoath]

EPITOME   OF   CHAOS,   an   amalgam   of   screeches   from   the   natural   cave   dwellers   reverberated   with   barks,   pricking   the   hairs   of   nape   to   stand   in   alarm.   AN   INTRUDER'S   PRESENCE   COULDN'T   PASS   UNANNOUNCED,   the   sensors   would   detect   even   the   bats   and   shayera   would   have   seen   them.   “      shayera!      ”   her   gasped   name   deafened   thoughts,   prompting   legs   in   a   sprint   out   of   the   infirmary   wing   to   where   she   had   last   been.   injuries   of   fight   claimed   for   medical   care,   yet   malfunctioning   teleporters   forced   them   to   divert   to   his   home   instead.   the   lack   of   sound   from   her   balled   his   hands   around   batarangs   until   her   voice   made   itself   heed.

@thanagrian asked : ❛  𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒 𝚊𝚖? ❜

footsteps   ceased   at   the   sight,   brows   arching   in   an   attempt   to   absorb   what   eyes   witnessed:   the   thanagarian   warrior   clutching   her   masse   in   a   defensive   stance,   flying   above   the   threat   of   canine   maw   loudly   protesting   against   the   alien   form   hovering   over   him.   mouth   opened,   closed,   before   deciding   it   was   safe   to   speak   without   the   imminence   of   a   smile.   “      you   know   he   can't   understand   that,   right?      ”   humour   tugs   at   the   edge   of   his   lips,   lighting   utterance   as   free   hand   motion   for   dog   to   sit   down.   “      sit down,   ace,   she's   a   friend.      ”

⤿ from THE BATMAN (2022) SENTENCE STARTERS . (not accepting)

[hopefuture]

@thanagrian gets a thing

He cuts a modest profile. That is to say, he was dressed top to bottom in the bright blue colors of the Metropolis Meteors' official fan merch. " What did I tell you? It would be a cold day in hell when Seahawks ever defeated the Meteors, Shayera, and look at that, it's a beautiful warm morning in heaven."

[godblooded]

@thanagrian asked: "Who am I supposed to trust but myself?" for whatever muse you're feeling

it sits inside me and sinks to the bottom, granular and flaking and inky. it disperses. i remember my father in moments of understanding, snatches of dialogue i only hear in little pieces. if you love, bruce, and if you have love, you’re the richest man in the world. my mother’s keening drifts always across the walls and corners. it dances into my ears sometimes in my sleep. you’re so loved, bruce. i can never truly hear her speak to me. my hands shake less then.

I can’t hear her. not really. but her feeling remains around every corner, remains within every bone. the grit of my cartilage is always colored with the soft shade of her hair i know only in shadow.

“me.”

it’s the only answer i can come up with after tasking through more than ten in my mind. it’s the easiest to answer.

[am4zon]

heavy is the tiara worn by a woman who cares deeply for the legacy it carries. she is damp with sweat on her skin, and her curly hair is twisted into knots. this is the truth of battle. she does not emerge from its depths looking like a model, but that's more to do with the sorrow she holds than the state of her appearance. did you know the princess has a habit towards rage? that it coils in her belly and begs to strike like a serpent? she buries that rage, but you'll do well to remember that it still exists.

her mouth trembles to accept a pitcher of water. she gulps it down, before wiping the residue with the back of her hand. even her sloppy gesture, there's an elegance there that infuriates even her. sometimes she wishes to be the animal she feels within.

❝ tell me, shayera. do you fight for peace? or do you fight only because it is all you have ever known? ❞ she does not look at her ally in this battle. she will not pass much judgement regardless of shayera's answer, either. but she has this inkling that shay knows of a rage even deeper than diana feels.

@thanagrian / s.c.

[metalfeather]

" put a shirt on. you're gonna poke somebody's eye out. "

"And deprive people of these? Oh so it's fine when Karen does it but when I do it--"

[hannahhook7744]

Dc Oc Moodboards part 2;

Bard Tawny (The Great Grey) moodboard.

Noor al Ghul (Crimson Strike) moodboard.

Hannah Grace Elizabeth Holmes (Slimeypirate) moodboard.

Achilles Vernon Emerson (Icarus) moodboard.

Juke Jared Jones (Rowan) moodboard.

Ivan Sage Isley (Terran) moodboard.

Teresa 'Tree' Petunia Isley (Demeter) moodboard.

Part 1 is here. No one cares about these but I like them so here.

[americanasitgetsold]

||| @thanagrian​ ; a baby starter for you!

“ he’s going to be angry, just so you know ----” as if he were fully intending to lay the blame on her. let HER deal with the bat’s retribution. a jest he might tease at in conversation, but one he’d certainly never allow to come to fruition. not with her. “ just sit and wait, he said. that’s all we were supposed to do,” while off he pried a red sopping boot, letting the sludge spill over. nothing could ever be simple now, could it? certainly not with these two as pair. “ can you even FLY?” he shoots a glance toward draping wings, concern there. 

“ or should i carry you, assuming i still can...”