born of gods & clay

and made stronger (dependent diana for @iuvenishq)

[lightsidesolo-blog]

The evening seemed to go by at an unbearably slow rate, TAUNTING Clark. He slowly clenched his eyes shut, allowing the darkness to consume his sights as he took in the surroundings through his ears. The usual flooded his senses: wind rustled patches of leaves, a car horn ringing off numerous times against an angry driver, and a crowbar crashing against a car window. BINGO. Without a second thought he leaned forward and took off through the skies, his eyes locked on the criminal in an alley a few blocks ahead. His cape cracked in the wind, cutting the last corner as he landed swiftly a few feet from the man. 

“This automobile wouldn’t be yours by any chance, now would it?” Superman spoke up, a playful smile on his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest, displaying his ‘S’ proudly. Clark was well aware the man dressed in all black and dawning a ski mask had no property within the area ( minus the crowbar of course ) — he just wanted to be polite before apprehending the culprit. And perhaps it was a little fun.

[truetied-blog]

Diana had been -- patrolling was a word that she didn’t like to use, but it was probably the most accurate one. This was how she spent most of her nights RESTLESS and waiting for something, someone (anything, anyone) to come along to help. 

She’d thought she’d finally found it, in this theft- small, in the grand scheme of things, but every little thing helped in keeping the peace. Of course, though, of course, someone else had to come along. “I didn’t know that this was going to be a team affair,” she said, a few steps behind where Superman had landed, and not unkind. (A little annoyed, but, not unkind.)

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catwcmann:

Selina sighed. “They’re all so boring and simple-minded,” she replied simply. “I have no time or patience for any of them.” She took another sip from her drink. “Alas, we must interact with them at some point, so I suppose now is as good a time as any to get in my allotted hours interacting with them.” Selina’s contempt for men was no secret, and she never tried to hide it.

“Most of them are,” Diana agreed readily, because there wasn’t much falsity to it. She’d been around long enough to know that, in the minds of mankind- especially in mankind- there was nothing new under the sun, and talking to them could get grating, fast. “I was almost able to get out of it myself, and I think that, if I find a corner remote enough, I still might be able to.” 

[truetied-blog]

underwaterwcrrior:

Cute might not have been the proper word to use when describing the Justice League’s warrior Princess, but Mera could not resist displaying a highly entertained smile at the sound of Diana cursing. A weird feat, albeit a hilarious one - along with the sight of her darling self utterly clashing with the surroundings of this pub. “You look like a wine drinker, Princess, we’ll have to change that,” Mera leaned against the bar’s counter top and motioned with lengthy, elegant fingers for the server - a gruff and overweight man with a white beard. “Sir, give me your finest bottle of Russian Standard Vodka, will you?” This was either going to unwind Diana, or go absolutely wrong, but Mera enjoys risks so … “Do the boys never take you out for fun, Diana?”

Diana laughed at that, and shrugged. “I grew up drinking it,” she said. “But, I’ve found that Amazonian wine is much different than what passes for it these days.” Amazonian wine could get you drunk- not that Diana had ever had the opportunity to get more than a little tipsy on an island full of woman that all knew her as their little sister. It was like having infinite babysitters. She flashed another smile at Mera’s last comment, this one accompanied with a snort. “I’m not sure ‘the boys’ know what fun is,” she admitted. “That, or we have different definitions of it.” 

[truetied-blog]

ofbrucewayne:

“LOCATION.” Bruce responds simply, since it seems everyday there was more crime rising in this city like it was a breeding ground. He steps aside to let her inside, arms dropping to his side since it was just Diana. “What are you looking for?” He simply asks incase he knew anything about the information she was seeking. 

“TROUBLE,” Diana responds, lips quirking a bit as she stepped inside, not looking back at him just yet. “I’m trying to find where I’m needed most. I have other methods, but they’re a little... less efficient, maybe, that what you have set up.” 

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underwaterwcrrior:

The legendary Princess Diana, less refined than she thought her to be? Certainly an interesting concept, although Mera resisted the urge to roll her eyes at Diana’s mind-bending riddle. There wasn’t much you could find in a shithole like this one, besides disgruntled Atlanteans, drunk fishermen, and cheap liquor. And so, Mera’s head cocked towards the Amazon, as if encouraging her to go on. “Well, I’m going to keep getting shitfaced while you figure that out. It’s a late night, Diana, do try and enjoy yourself and not … think so much.”

“See, now that might be against my breeding- the not thinking.” Diana smiled a bit, fingers tapping on the bar. “And, I am enjoying myself. It’s... quiet, here.” Quieter than she would have liked. A few fights was all the trouble to be found here, really, and Diana couldn’t help but feel a little restless for it. “I might just take a page from your book, and get a little... shitfaced.”

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underwaterwcrrior:

Mera snickered under her breath, having expected the Amazon to say nothing less. Her people were formidable former allies of the Atlanteans. “Aren’t you a little too elegant for bars, Ms. Prince? Or were you here looking for someone?”

Diana cracked a smile at that, though it was a twitchy one. Of all the people to run into, it did have to be an Atlantean, didn’t it? “I think I’m somewhat less refined than you’d think me to be. I’m not usually one to be out at all, though, so I won’t say you’re entirely wrong. I’m looking for something, not someone, and it isn’t... easily explained.” 

[catwcmann-blog]

@truetied liked for a starter!!

Selina had rapidly dwindling patience when it came to men. They all just seemed stupid and beneath her these days—and so when she had to turn down yet another man who had approached her at the opening at the museum, she couldn’t help but just drain the rest of her drink and look for the closest unoccupied woman in the hopes that she would be able to avoid all the entitled men who seemed to be swarming the place. “Please tell me that at least one of these all-too-many men will end up being tolerable,” she said, picking up a glass from a passing waiter and taking a sip. “I’m losing my mind.”

[truetied-blog]

Diana liked to stick to the shadows when it came to these sorts of things; she usually was able to beg them off altogether by coming up with one excuse or another, or pretending to be a bit shyer than she was- but, there was no getting out of this one; the museum was opening it’s largest new wing of artifacts since it’s founding, and every single person on the staff was all but required on the pain of _death _to attend. 

She frowned at the woman who approached her, but it was more out of commiseration than malice. “If I find one, I’ll let you know,” she said. “But, I will warn you, the likelihood of that is the same likelihood of me finding you a ruby on the sidewalk.” 

[krvkcn]

“YOU AREN’T SUPPOSED TO BE HERE.” Bruce says firmly, his body turning around as he hears the other approaching. He crosses this arms over his chest, straightening out his posture as he looms over them.

[truetied-blog]

“In general, or, in location?” Either way, he isn’t wrong. Diana isn’t cowed for a second by the looming, though; she’s seen many more figures more intimidating than that of the Man-Bat. “Your information network is a bit more comprehensive than mine. I came to take a look.”( Meaning, she got tired of her only crime fighting comprising of the occasional mugger. She’d never admit to it, though. )

[devilishbcstard-deactivated2018]

“Well damn,” Mera observed the scene whilst promptly draining her last shot of liquor, the smoky taste faintly burning at the back of her throat. “Do you always get into bar fights? I approve.”

[truetied-blog]

Whoops. A little bit busted, there, but, it was for a good cause. “Not always,” she said, turning towards the woman who had just spoken. “But, when I do, I make sure I win.”

[truetied-blog]

❝ I’m not sure how many more tours I can give. ❞

the normal tour guide was sick, and finally, someone had made Diana make good on all the ‘scholarly knowledge’ she had of the Ancient Greek installations-- something she’d be glad to do, if she wasn’t almost giving herself up to cute children every day. It was barely her fault they were so cute, and trustworthy looking.