“Opposition,” William Blake wrote, “is true friendship.”
𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑.
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“Opposition,” William Blake wrote, “is true friendship.”
𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑.
ind. sel. div. harvey dent aka TWO-FACE. promo by helen.
i am not my sister. and, that alone, should make you afraid.
warlassoed. donna troy. helen.
starter call.
donna troy. send tweet
i’ve always been defined as a half. a partner. hank. holly.
HAWK
DOVE
but, you know what i realized ?? i can handle my own.
the results are tied between m’gann and she-ra. but, i think before i make a new blog, i’m going to bring @aktinovolia off hiatus cause i miss my lawyer baby
SILENT AGGRESSION. she hides it well. you will never know the rage that lurks in her veins. once a girl of hidden gaul and timid authority, now she is realized. the world beat her down, dug her a grave and left her there. through her corpse, a supernova grew to fruition. a child died, naïve and small. in that weakness, a goddess was born. divine retribution. i am power. i am everything.
here she stood, chaos surrounds. she barely remembers what happened, vicious brutality giving birth to a black hole in her mind. did i do this ?? there is a chill in the air, freeze dried corpses staring back at her. glaring evidence of her power, uncontrollable and undiscerning in its choice of victim. something she swore she’d never use. and yet, the evidence lies around her. why can’t i remember ?? what have i done ??
@noheroiine
i’m going to be doing the starters by which ones i have the best ideas for, but i will do them all. sorry if it takes a while for me to get to each, cause i’m trying to put a lot of effort and thought into them
starter call.
gonna do more starters today. or, at least try to.
hey ! so, new blog, this and that, but i’m still doing commissions. i applied for another job today, hopefully i’ll get hired, but until then I am painfully out of cash. i spent $700 on tires, and $900 fixing my car in the past month. I also still owe $500 to my university, and i’ve spent over $1000 in savings. if you guys could please help spread this, it would help out a ton. even just $5 is a quarter of a tank of gas for me ! also, note, I only have venmo right now, but i’m not listing it here as it has my full name. thank you everyone ! link to my edits and pricing
i will maybe do rules and bio today or tomorrow. but for now, some reminders and things that are slightly changing !
i. i have always maintained a more serious portrayal of donna, but this new blog will be more focused on the darker parts, and exploring her trauma and how it affects her.
ii. donna is still a goddess in my characterization. a certain aspect of her powers is my own creation, and i will be writing about that.
iii. donna is a living sum of all her parts, including rebirth and new-52. my characterization is separate from those timelines, though i do follow the events of current rebirth canon ( i.e. donna finally leading the titans ). she also contains all of the memories of being a fate, being troia, and being the dark angel. this will drive a lot of my characterization.
iv. i do not acknowledge her marriage to, or child with terry.
i did 1 (one) starter.
SHE DREAMS OF BLOOD. it covers her, seeping out from soiled skin. sometimes, that blood is hers. nightmares of death, choking grip of resurrection. it never leaves you. i am forever defined by my loss of self. but, more often that not, that blood is of others. fate is sealed. i am the destroyer. i always will be.
i. in one dream, you were to kill diana. ii. in another, you were to kill your friends. iii. in the last, you are to eat the world.
but, they’re not dreams, are they ?? they’re cracks. a girl, existing outside of the multiverse. they are lives, draining through the splits in your consciousness. i was put back together, but not all mends are whole.
THIS IS NOT A DREAM. this is real. hands, sword, are sticky. dripping, dripping. gaze trained below, mesmerized by endless red. not a dream. not evil. you saved them all, didn’t you ?? this was a heroic blow. and yet, it feels so empty. every life, no matter if it is one condemned to heaven or hell, feels like a step closer to the truth. the future. fate is inescapable.
COME BACK TO REALITY.
a breath in. the noise of the ended battle returns. eyes avert from the scene below her sword, towards the other. there’s comfort in the sight of him. don’t let him know how you’re breaking.
––––––– ❛ i have got this one. did you take care of the other one ?? the one that ran ?? ❜
starter. @icarusraised
starter call.
gotta put my tags on here today.