it echoes

valerie noel woods. " her sin is wrath, and it will rage on until it consumes her, until all that is left is charred bones and a ghost of a memory. "

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modecrasher:

KON-EL

     kon needs the company, admittedly.  he’s never going to admit that he can’t do this alone, but he can’t.  futile attempt after fruitless endeavor, if kon keeps looking alone, he’s going to drive himself crazy.  so – you know, he needs val and bart here.  they give him hope, lift the exhaustion from his shoulders as they tear through metropolis in search. 

      kon raises his voice so they can hear him on the ground.  “ we can take a break, ” he offers.  they probably need to eat, right ??  and, honestly ??  kon’s starting to think if he doesn’t stop for just a minute or two he might drop right out of the sky.   

BART slows, looking up at kon. he’s tired they’ve been at this for hours. bart has no idea how long it’s been but – he doesn’t want to stop. can see it on kon’s face how important this is and would keep going forever if he had too. 

but then again, he doesn’t know the last time he’s eaten and as someone who eats a minimum of eight meals a day – he’s starving. “maybe for a few minutes? i think i need to recharge with some food.” 

val is here because of kon. it’s that fucking simple. she’s not here out of the goodness of her heart. or because she cares so much about lois lane. or because metropolis is on the brink of some kind of awful something that even her dead nerves can feel. she’s here for kon. and she can see on his face, in the tension of his shoulders, how badly he needs her there. bart, too. 

and when she looks up at him, she knows they need this break. him and bart. probably her, too, but her body’s past the point of trying to alert her to when she pushes too hard. a small nod, brushing her bangs from her eyes. “pizza?” quick, easy calories. 

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greenlcntern:

see, hal’s not a glutton for punishment the way some heroes ( here’s lookin’ at you bruce, clark ) are. but maybe some days he is; maybe some days he sees someone he knows pretty actively hates, or at least resents, him, and he drops by to say hello anyway. she looks beat. not hurt ( can she get hurt? ), but—tired, in that way hal suspects he used to look tired. in that way he still sees on kyle, sometimes. in that way others probably still see on him, no matter how much he wants to believe otherwise. 

“ i’m starting to think you might be going out of your way to see me, ” he says, like he’s not the one who just showed up on her. “ you know, there are easier ways to get in touch. ”

valerie, in that exact moment, wants to scream. wants to beat this man--this absolute god-forsaken failure of a hero--until he’s nothing but blood and bits on the sidewalk. it’s horrifically violent, and not the least bit alright. but she doesn’t care. all she sees when she looks at him--at all green lanterns, really--is failure and broken promises. and it would be one thing if he was more sullen, more level-headed. but he’s not. he’s all snark and flippancy and she hates it. 

(she hates, even more, that she’s the same way.) 

“you are the last person I want to get in touch with.”

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@greenlcntern

here’s the thing about patrolling in a city protected by a group of people you hate: eventually, you run into them. even when the city is dead, even when you could probably go back to your shitty little apartment and just sleep. but if you’re val, which you should be glad you’re not, your insomnia is the biggest bitch you have to deal with outside of the lanterns. and you’d just end up staring at the ceiling all night wishing your life didn’t suck so bad. but maybe that’s preferable to her reality. 

“oh great. you again.”

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greenlcntern:

he didn’t know.

it’d been a fairly standard assignment, but rare was the ‘ standard assignment ’ that didn’t send hal ( and kilowog, and tomar-tu, and arisia ) into a firefight so deep in the belly of space that watchtower communications couldn’t reach him. not until, exhausted and nearly out of battery, he returned to oa to debrief the guardians and recharge did he receive the waves of intel from the league, and with it came that familiar, sinking feeling of failure. his city. his city. eight dead, carol missing, and a yappy chihuahua asking him how he could stand himself. good question, kid. he’d get back to you on that one once he had an answer.

“ i’m here now, ” he said, evenly, as though his blood wasn’t at risk of boiling over, as if he wasn’t learning firsthand that ‘ seeing red ’ wasn’t just a euphemism. “ and as far as i can tell, this isn’t over. you gonna keep standing in my way, or are you going to make yourself useful? ”

it only grates on her nerves more, his faux calm. tightens the line of her jaw. her teeth grate audibly against one another. she wants to beat the ever-loving shit out of him. for this. for things that happened years ago. for the goddamn attitude that never seems to leave. and for her mother. but valerie gives as good as she gets, takes his anger and spins it into something she can snark about. 

a sarcastic, ceremonious bow. “by all means, fearless leader, show me how it’s done.” 

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bxastboy:

“Hey,” Gar rounds the corner and immediately stops in his tracks, pushes a hand to his ear quickly. He can’t even think of what animal he should be right now, he’s face to face with one of the friggin’ league of assassin’s finest–Tiger Moth. “Hey! I’ve got an issue near the beach! Anyone, back up would be great!” 

Tiger feels obvious, but it’s the best thing that he’s got at the moment. He bares his teeth and snarls, exhales gratefully when he hears feet hit the ground behind him. Nemesis appears and he swishes his tail, belly low to the ground, “Great timing, that sword looks really sharp and I’m already bleeding.” 

val is goddamn tired. anxiety-ridden, adrenaline-pumped, ready to throttle someone if she can get her grip right. but so very goddamn tired. coast city being under fire, though... that, she can’t sit back through. not even as the weight of her god-awful memories weighs her so far down that she feels the fire of hell on her back. saving a city because of two good memories is stupid. 

“if i can keep her distracted, can you get her weak spots?” she’s bruised, sure. running through a couple of walls does that even to her, but she doesn’t feel it. nothing’s gotten through her skin yet, and tiger moth’s blades, sharp as they are, won’t do it either. it’ll work to their advantage. 

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@greenlcntern

“you’ve got some fucking nerve.” bruised and battered and none the calmer, valerie--no, nemesis--is ready for another fight. just the sight of him makes her blood boil, her throat close up with rage. “everyone knows you’re a goddamn glorified light show, but you give that city hope. they could have used that and you were off touring the fucking stars, useless to the planet and the people you’re supposed to be protecting. jesus christ how can you stand yourself?”

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@damnedsuper

“c’mon, fake a smile for me hot stuff. it’s not that hard, it’s just like--y’know. like this.” valerie’s fake smiles are as unconvincing--if not less convincing--than kon’s, of course, but she’s teasing anyway, because he looks about as giddy as she’s ever seen him. “alright then, spill. what’s got you all in a tizzy?”

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valerie woods

a brief summary: 

( torture tw, suicide tw, kidnapping tw)

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valerie woods

a brief summary: 

( torture tw, suicide tw, kidnapping tw)

alright sO valerie noel woods is a fighter. always is, always has been. 

she’s the daughter of a single mom and a deadbeat asshole who split when val was like, two years old. 

val and her mom lived in peace in coast city for ten years without her father around. scraping to make ends meet and just barely getting by, but mostly happy. until the events of the blackest night took place. 

(because she was from coast city, val grew up admiring the hell out of the green lanterns. they were her city’s heroes, funny and fast and dedicated. they were powered by magic rings!! val adored them.) 

until they failed her city. until scarecrow was given a fear ring and went on a rampage, torturing innocent people. torturing her mother to the brink of literal insanity. to the point of her suicide, driven mad by hallucinations that valerie could never make sense of. 

the war that came with the blackest night left the corps and much of the city in ruins, and it was days before anyone found valerie in the wreckage of her old apartment. and the people that did were not very kind. 

taken to a facility run by a secret group of government scientists seeking some kind of weapon against the likes of superman and wonder woman and the rest, valerie was tested on and tortured for three years. it was through this process that valerie came to possess the abilities she now has--skin invulnerable to anything softer than a diamond, and nerves deadened by batch upon batch of their serum. 

though she still has no memory of how, val escaped when she was 15 years old, and found herself disoriented and angry on the streets of central city. it was here that she was found by starfire, who took her under her wing and assisted in her rehabilitation. it was starfire who pushed her so heavily to make friends, to try being a part of a team when she was ready. to try “the hero gig” and see if it fit. 

turns out, the team situation didn’t work out too well for her, but she did bond with superboy and latched onto him--though she’ll never admit to that. since all then, she has decided to wander the country as a vigilante under the name nemesis. 

please hmu if you have any questions or want to plot with my girl.

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