#steph has always been wlw

[nighthaterfrfr]

ama yay! any lautity headcanons u have? (i love collecting peoples headcanons for my favorite characters and ships lol)

-personally, i love thinking that since grace has freckles, steph always likes to try and kiss every single one of them. grace, being grace is just very flustered and confused the whole time. it's gonna lead to sin according to her, but she cant move and she loves it

-they visit each others houses frequently. grace's excuse is that she's got a guest for a bible study, and steph doesnt have an excuse. who needs one if ur dad doesnt give a shit abt u?

-steph regularly uses glasses, due to poor eye sight from blue light exposure (her phone, like a fuckign lot) because of this, grace will sometimes tell steph to get off the phone instead and simply look at her. because looking at a pretty girl never hurt anyone.

(well, except if ur max jagerman)

-grace had been progessively calming down about her christianity thanks to steph, but mostly because its taken a toll on her, too. however, her hardcore beliefs about going to hell, just the guilt one feels from being gay, it still remains deeply rooted. steph tries to comfort her the best she can, but sometimes it just doesn't work,

those are the days steph worries most

-steph being in a class with both pete and grace makes me think she is really intelligent than most people seem. in the fic i made, i picture her in like a hella lot of ap classes, but somehow barely passing

she still does rlly good w the ap exam though somehow

-before they started high school, steph once found her instagram. she scrolled through grace's instagram and was just like "oh my god she's rlly fucking pretty hello?" steph, having no idea about her was crushing hard on some silly girl on her phone. but when they met???

shit she's cute, but she's just... she hates me.

now diverging from some silly things, that would connect well w the hatchetverse

-at one point, steph does in fact find out grace has the black book. she's upset, but grace has no regret. she's up for the hunt. she's up for the hunt and her next target is supposed to be her and pete. but, she can't find yourself to do it. wiggly especially is pissed, but he finds something out.

she has a weakness. perfect to know if she ever betrays them.

-after everything, grace was a shaking crumbling mess. god isnt real, a bunch of asshole beings are, she just turned back on what she treasured most, and most importantly, she got her virginity taken by some ghost max jagerman. steph watched, and pete comforted grace to the best of his ability.

she doesnt know why she's standing by when she knows that she wants to comfort her the most.

-again. THERES SO MUCH REPRESSED SHIT IN GRACE, AND HONESTLY STEPH TOO LWK. go wlw

thats it for now tbh but i may have more later lol

[mistress-of-vos]

Timber / timsteph? (I personally hate them, with good reason, of course! but I'd like to know ur opinion on them.)

I'm gonna do these two together! But this time I won't tag the ships as I don't want 🐜 interacting plus I don't really think it would be nice to put my hate on their tag lmao 🤣

TimBer:

Hate it. Loathe it. Rather than not ship it I'd say I want to destroy it.

1. Why don't you ship it?

It's terribly written. It's an ooc Tim with a self insert of the author and not even the most bland straight ship writing of DC is at this level of awful. It has done nothing but make Tim a terrible character and ruin him; currently Tim is a no one at DC and I blame this ship 100%. Amazing that what Slade's comics did so easily with Jericho was something impossible for Batman editorial.

2. What would have made you like it?

It would have to be written by another author. Someone who understood Tim completely, someone who wasn't afraid of real queer experience, someone who wasn't sexist as hell, and someone who didn't destroy years of a character's legacy.

B would have to be the old, original version. And his messiness should be kept, because that's literally the only interesting thing he had going on.

3. Do you have anything positive to say about it?

Sadly no. B current character sucks, which is a shame because his old version was kinda funny and definetely had the vibes of "mean, rude boyfriend". This B is nothing but a self insert and is closer to a woman than to an actual queer man, which also sucks. Tim has been made something he isn't, and it's horrible.

The fandom is disgusting. It's full of sexism, racism, and most people have zero media literacy which means they spend their time harassing people who create content for other Tim ships.

I really hope DC buries this ship down on the grave.

TimSteph:

Huh, 50/50?

1. This is a complex ship for me. I think my problem is that I was very satisfied with their situation at the end of New Earth: I see them dating, caring for each other deeply, and eventually going their own ways but still being friends. Not even as bitter exes, no, I genuinely enjoyed Tim & Steph still trusting the other and being friends. I do enjoy them as two teenagers who feel attraction to the other and try it out. Now, this is usual verse. As you know, I play with Tim's gender quite often, and when I write Timothea/Thea, I really enjoy TimSteph more and feel like it's a sad but real romance.

Perhaps my feelings are too complicated for a single post. I see Tim as a queer person who loves strongly and not always in conventional ways. I think he loves Steph and Tam and Pru in different yet similar ways, and with the first two there was an attraction. It's just that it wasn't meant to be. That being said, I would really prefer Tim to be dating Steph or Tam in current canon (as long as it didn't do the girls any disservice) rather than his current love interest, but if it were up to me, Tim wouldn't have a canon love interest and Steph and Tim would be friends (not to be confused with family).

Plus I think a deep part of me was really confident Steph was gonna come out as bi or lesbian before Tim did because her story resonates a lot with wlw people who stay in the closet for different reasons (such as her past pregnancy) so... 😅

Idk! I don't want them to get married or anything like that but I think them dating is and can always be part of their story and something they look at with a smile. No need to ruin their friendship or push any of them as "evil".

2. If Tim were Timothea in canon I would be definitely obsessed with TimSteph. Something something make them the DC version of the manga NANA and have them reject heteronormativity.

3. Steph is a character unfairly hated most of the time and I think it goes hand on hand with people's own sexism and DC's awful writing for her. It makes me mad that we have so few moments where Steph actually shines and is allowed to be a more complex character. This is why I say I really would prefer if she and Tim had been allowed to stay single and as friends, because both of them deserve better than current DC.

[somekidnamedkai]

How I Feel As A WLW and WLM Reader & Fan

So. I’m one of the members of lovestruck who’s big on both wlw and wlm on the app. Although im more known probably for wlm seeing as that’s where more of my favorites are from.

But honestly, this is kinda more how I feel personally from my PERSONAL experiences on being in both sides of the fandoms.

Yours might be different, but this is my experience. So, yea. This is from my POV.

The fandom is honestly so separated it’s hard to enjoy almost anything.

Now I have a better experience with the wlm side than i so the wlw side. By a landslide. And it’s not because i read more male LIs. Because trust me, I hate multiple male LIs, more than i do female, actually.

But honestly my wlm side friends are amazing. We share lots of favorites, especially Cal, which is how I met some of them. My friend introduced me to her friends who liked Cal and yeah. Here we are. If you’re my friend blame Steph lol.

But back to the post, my wlm are all so nice and supportive, in fact all of them, as far as i remember, read the wlw and wlnb routes.

So honestly, I talk with them more, whether it be ranting, talking about an LI or just talking because we’re friends.

But my experience with the wlw, is more rocky. I’m always finding myself to have to watch what i say around them so i don’t make them mad. Even with the blog im a ghostwriter for, wlw-lovestruck-fiction, go follow it lol.

I often get snapped at whenever i rant, or say i don’t like a certain LI. I find myself getting attacked for ranting about a guy LI at times because “Loreleis route got treated badly” yea, so did every other VN LI, except Juliette. So you can’t say Lorelei without saying the others, especially renzei.

And if I say i don’t like a certain female LI, I find myself getting attacked a lot for just not liking her. For example, I don’t like Runa and OH MY GOD. The amount of people who got pissy about that. They, some of them anyways, kept trying to change my mind and make me see Runa as a victim and she’s an innocent lil angel. Which pisses me off. Because she isn’t.

There are plenty of guy LIs my friends love, Astraeus for example, I hate him. But he’s one of my friends favorite. So instead of trying to make me change my mind, she accepts my opinion. She doesn’t try to make me like him, and I don’t try to make her hate him. It’s a personal opinion.

There’s over 100 LIs, 111 to be exact. So why do I have to like Runa? Or Viv? There’s so many LIs for a REASON. Because not everyone is gonna love the same LI. I don’t like Runa, Viv, Aurora, Xenia, Astraeus, Clyde, Joaquin, Chance, Reiner, or Antares. And that’s okay. Because it’s MY opinion.

I can’t express my opinions for LIs on the wlw side without getting attacked for it, or getting pissy responses.

I can’t say I like a certain guy LI, or i’m upset he’s ending *cough* SASCHA *cough*

I’ll also just sit through conversations of the wlw fanbase just expressing their absolute HATRED for some of my favorite LIs, but if i don’t say i’ll bend over backwards for Xenia, I get attacked.

And it honestly, makes me want to just leave the wlw side. I have a couple of friends there, and i’m a ghostwriter for a blog, but I just can’t stand that side at times.

Being on both sides of the fandoms really sucks because I feel like I have to just pick a side at times, because of just how separated this fandom is.

Almost no ons cares about ANYTHING unless it affects their LIs.

All the wlm dropping like flies lately? Almost all i’ve seen from the wlw side is happiness and laughter that there’s less wlm routes, because that leaves more room for them and their routes.

Me and some of my friends were talking, and she said this

Which as you can see, I agreed. It really feels like the wlm side of this fandom is being kicked out and is just unwanted and unwelcomed. And that may be how it is for some wlw fans.

But lovestruck isn’t a wlw exclusive app. It never has been. And won’t ever be. It was always wlm and wlw. and now mlm and wlmb.

So it’s unfair to treat the wlm fans like they have no place here. When the app is jusy as much their as it is for wlw.

There are times where I just don’t want to be apart of this fandom because of how I get treated. On either side. If this is what it’s like being a wlm member, I don’t want to stay. But I don’t want to be on the wlw side if this is how they act. It’s exhausting.

In conclusion, being on both sides of this fandom sucks, because it truly feels like I need to pick a side, because you can’t like both apparently, and at times it just makes me want to delete the game and just leave the fandom because it’s annoying to feel like I have to pick a certain side of LIs.

And once again, these are just MY personal experiences with the two sides. It maybe different for you, but that’s how it is for me.

[woahajimes]

oh also. I was thinking of Cass and how she’s lesbian (or at the LEAST wlw) and how she probably never learned??? That coming out was like. A thing??? And she understands that some people don’t like lgbtq people but like she also doesn’t ever learn about the deal around ‘coming out’ because the fact that she likes girls has always just been normal to her. Anyway my point is that they all just assume she’s straight until she starts dating Steph and literally every single one of them loses their mind. Also Tim is having a crisis because he just came out as bi and got a boyfriend and now his very-much-not-straight sister is dating his ex-girlfriend. Cass is just basking in the chaos, a little confused but she’s got the spirit and Steph can’t stop cackling because this is confirmation that every single one of his kids is queer and that means Bruce can’t even raise a straight child. Jason points out that neither can Alfred and then everyone starts blaming each other for making them gay while Steph is crying from laughter. Just another Wayne family dinner tho amiright

all of this is a yesssssssssssss

[justagirlsearchingforamuse]

Hot Take: The Life Is Strange fandom as a whole imo accepts the bare minimum for lgbtq representation as well as poc representation, I’m not saying that Max and Chloe’s relationship should’ve been more obvious but I feel it comes off more as a really close friendship rather than 2 girls into each other. Which they have their moments, the moments in the pool, some of their talks and everything, but I wish we got more. I don’t know I wish we could’ve confessed to Chloe that we liked her or that you can try to romance her towards the end and everything and that you can still kiss Chloe or hold hands with her in the Sacrifice Bay ending. I may come off as nitpicky and ungrateful but as someone who wants more open lgbtq relationships in gaming and just to have these more open relationships in gaming in which we get actual confirmations from these characters and or are allowed to lgbtq with little to no limits. I am also a bisexual woman who felt there was more to be desired with Max exploring her bisexuality and or the fact she may like women, I feel that as much as Chloe was explored their relationship growing and expanding into something much deeper and more intimate was not shown enough. For example, I am gonna use Rue and Jules from Euphoria and imo they have a great wlw relationship that works well seeing how imo Life Is Strange has always been about finding your place in a world that may seem strange and cruel at times and being often a teenager or someone who is growing with their relationships. I feel that a kiss or 2 should’ve been an option and imo I feel that they were imo too chicken to do so and Rue and Jules relationship imo is a good example of good wlw relationships that show how there clinging to being young, to wanting to be together even after highschool but nothing lasts forever and just deeply caring about each other despite the problems they endure with each other and on their own. I really imo wanted more from Life Is Strange in terms of poc and lgbtq representation which imo they barely show and imo they have all these lgbtq fans but they barely cater to them in their games, they do in the comics and everything but still. 

The fact that Chloe and Max never really express romantic feelings for one another or even things like Chloe getting nervous around Max, them actually being able to have a serious kiss and everything. Not everything needs to be on the nose but I really wish that we got more intimate romantic moments with them outside of the pool scene which imo was more about them talking about Rachel. I personally feel that the series explored only Sean and Daniel’s story as poc’s and we do get some in the second game which I appreciate but like we never get poc love interests or poc’s who do play a major role in their games. Sorry if this also comes off as nitpicky and asking for too much. But as a member of the lgbtq community we always accept the bare minimum rather than wanting what cis straight people get, give me more open lgbtq relationships between people that aren’t left as ambiguous. Imo, DontNod prides themselves on ambiguous lgbtq relationships or half-assed ones, they pride themselves on being able to please both straight cis people and lgbtq people.  I think it’s good to leave choice for people and it should’ve been a choice, an option to confess your feelings before the world may end, to have Max hold her hand or they embrace and Max tells Chloe she loves her and stuff. Same with Sean as well, I felt for him being mlm they focused a lot on Cassidy and imo his bisexuality was more addressed than Max’s for example but it doesn’t excuse imo how the fandom and the developers in a way treated Finn and Sean. Finn barely got any romantic moments with Sean and at least not as many as Cassidy did and not to mention the fandom undermines his intentions which were never selfish at all and they see him as a terrible person rather than someone who just made a terrible choice and suffers the consequences of them. I hate it’s so easy for Finn to die and everything and I hate that Cassidy is pushed to be the better choice rather than encouraging the player to go for whoever. I wanted more for him imo and for him to explore his bisexuality with Finn and everything more than what we were given. With True Colors coming out all I ask is that we get enough and there is some equal ground between Steph and Ryan (i think that’s his name) but I already feel as though it’s unequal because of the simple fact Steph is getting DLC and he’s not getting anything really. But I am excited for it and honestly I really hope that Ryan won’t get shat on by the fandom or have his existence simply undermined so they can bring Steph up. But then again I also somewhat feel they could’ve made Lucien a poc which not to make it about race but we’ve literally never had a poc love interest in the series and honestly would love 2 poc’s together. But yeah I am excited and I really want to learn more about Ryan and learn more about Alex and the characters in it, I really am hoping and praying for good things.

[dykerachelsummers]

This is liek a me thing.... but i always thought duke + Cass should be friends w lonnie machin, like anarky bc their character got ruined !!! They need more friends that are from gotham too and i always thot their personalities fit compliment each other. Also steph and lonnie should have been wlw nblm solidarity bc i dont consider anything tynion wrote of lonnie and that relationship canon at all ❤️

oh man lonnie is a character that i plan to like. completely reinvent. he has so much potential but he was created by an ancap and uhhhh fuck that. like i’m an actual anarchist and i’m definitely gonna give my boy some real love

anyways that was a tangent. i’d love for cass&duke&steph to be friends with lonnie, it’s what they deserve 💜

[insomniac-dot-ink]

You’re Not Handling the End of the World Very Well

genre: superheroes, end of the world, wlw

words: 3k

summary: After all of civilization has properly and meaningful collapsed, there are only a handful of meta-humans and villains left on the empty world.

So what happens when the villains win? When the planet has apocalypse-d and it’s all gone to shit? The real question is what do super-villains threaten heroes with now that everything else is gone.

The world’s over. Lucy Goren just wants her damn dog back.

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story for one of my patrons for ‘Random-Pick-a-Prompt’ event for April!

Lucy’s boots scraped across the chunky rubble on the floor. It echoed low and grating across the empty space, a reminder, no, a very tired and heavy-handed statement.

Lucy looked over the gloomy, remote hallway, cast in long shadows and flickering fluorescent lights overhead. She rolled her eyes gracefully at it. It was an underground government facility that had long since been abandoned, bombed, and then abandoned again. Cracks spread in fine spiderwebs from the concrete ceiling to the wall, with little peak-holes into the dark ethers of the building.

She stepped around the next heap of rubble and made her way toward the nearest fire exit at the end of the hall, technically, she could fly there, but what would be the point?

The exit sign blinked red and cast a fiery neon glow across the grey walls, a splotch of color in the faded dingy surroundings. Water dripped from somewhere far away and stagnant air entombed the hallway.

A speaker crackled to life from a black box in the corner, staticy and jumbled, it had obviously been jerry-rigged together recently compared to every other broken thing in the dilapidated setting.

It started with a laugh. A simmering boundless sound, building and rippling off the walls, echoing down the hall and toward its demise situated directly up it’s own arsehole.

Lucy kept her eyes focused straight ahead and made no move to acknowledge it.

“It’s been too long, Lady Remix.” The voice purred as the laugh died, “I suppose you’re surprised to see me again.” “Yeah,” she responded without venom. “I kinda thought you’d manage to choke on your own spit by this point?” She tipped her chin up, unwashed blonde curls tickling her shoulder tops. “Since it’s so bullshit flavored and all.” The laugh returned, hot and pleased with itself. “My, my,” the voice radiated a perfectly practiced sense of glee. “Someone updated her vocabulary. Tired of being a role model for ungrateful brats, hmm?”

Lucy made a face up at the ceiling, “You’re the only left who thinks I’m a big deal Stephanie.” She said dryly and reached for the exit door, putting her hand on the cold dented handle. “But I’ll kick your ass into next Tuesday to be my own damn role model this time.”

She opened the door and stepped into a drafty stairwell, a damp cold crawled up her spine numbly, it smelled metallic and dusty.

“Lady Remix,” the voice tutted gently, “Your confidence becomes you. But I’m afraid you’re too late.” Lucy grimaced and looked up the endless grey steps both below and above. “You’ll have to go down the rabbit hole to meet your fate, little hero!” She cackled, “And see exactly what your chivalry has brought you.” Lucy simply held up her middle finger to the camera this time. She carefully oriented herself in space, getting a sense of her body, her beating heart, and boxy solid surroundings. She touched off from the ground.

This trick had taken years of training, sweat and tears, to be able to reorient empty space itself and allow her to float.

When Lucy was a teenager she had risked her life in a toxic oil field (as you do) and managed to stop a major spill into a local water supply. She had gotten terribly sick afterward and assumed it was over. However, a mysterious figure arrived and asked if she’d like to change her fate, reorient her dying cells and everything else around them.

She was 17, she completely and totally accepted. She had been gifted the power of Spatial Manipulation, she could reorient anything within seven feet of her. That was a long time ago, it gave her a headache if she thought about it too hard.

It had seemed worth it at the time. Now she just snorted lightly.

She stared up at the speaker in the stairwell, tracing the wires with her eyes: following the cables upward and into the wall. Lucy gave a shallow smile and then threw herself toward the next story, gliding past the gaps in the stairs and doors hanging off of their hinges.

“I said down the rabbit hole, little bunny,” the speaker said tartly. “Down. Stop that.”

Lucy quickly made her way to the second story of the underground facility, confirming her own hunch. A big red door sat with the word ‘Restricted’ painted in bulky white letters across it. The letters looked freshly applied.

“Ugh,” Stephanie did not sound pleased.

Lucy twisted the locked door away, reorienting it in space to gape wide open and reveal a dark, noisy room. The place buzzed with machines and beeping monitors, appearing to be a vast repurposed storage area with only various fuzzy glowing silver screens to give it light.

Wires criss-crossed the floor, sloppily taped down and sprawling out from the center like messy vines. A personal generator hummed in the corner, computers heaped on top of each other in a maze of defunct tech, and one central enormous screen bathed the area in alien wintery light.

Lucy took a breath in through her nose and landed heavily, she let her shadow cut a long and imposing silhouette across the concrete floors, backlit by the stairwell lights. The inside smelled musty, warm, and like corn chips that had gone incredibly stale.

A giant chair faced away her, high-backed and on a set of little rolling wheels, it was positioned directly in front of the main staticked screen. Lucy didn’t bother to inspect anything and simply strode in, letting her voice fill the room. “Where is my damn dog?” She growled. “Mmm,” Stephanie’s voice was low and rumbling, the door slammed loudly shut behind Lucy. “Have you finally learned the lesson?” Lucy groaned, “Oh my God.” “After all this time,” the other woman turned slowly, painfully slowly, her face caught half in the shadows and half light of the screen. “Have you finally learned the price of loving?” Lucy made a face, blinked several times, and then turned around in a tight circle. “Kitt!” Lucy called loudly, picking her way across the floor. “Kitt, come here girl!”

“Your precious pup is-” “Shut up, Steph.” She said dryly, “Literally nothing is stopping me from re-orienting your heart outside of your damn body.”

Stephanie paused for a moment, obviously startled, her mouth pinched shut and twisted off to the side. Lucy crossed the room to a darker corner, an area evidently lived in: strewn with clutters of trash, a mini-fridge, raggedy sweatpants, and a mattress all shoved to the side.

Lucy looked back to Stephanie mildly.

“Haven’t you heard?” Stephanie puffed herself up, recovering neatly, she tossed her head back with a flare. “There’s nothing for you to orient, hero... I never had a heart to begin with!” “Oh my God,” Lucy massaged the bridge of her nose. “Are we doing this? Are we still doing this?” “Oh precious, ignorant Remix,” she simpered, purple lipstick catching the light in an easy smirk. “Pure, brilliant power will never stop. It never rests for the foolish heroes of the world! Those easily worn down and broken. I am endless.” “Have you been just,” Lucy glanced at the pile of trash in the corner, “holed up in this shithole this whole time? Stephanie,”

“For I am!” She continued blithely.

“That mattress has mold on it.” “THE HEGEMON.” Lucy gave her a completely toneless look, twitching and unamused. “Are you done?” She looked her up and down. “Because I am.” “I don’t know the meaning of ‘done’! I am The Hegemon and you will know LOSS and GUILT, those things subjected to me at a young age, a blessing of pain that gave me insights into human nature itse-” “First of all, last time I checked your name was Stephanie Brewster and you worked in accounting for seven years.” Stephanie frowned dourly at that. “And I don’t care.”

Stephanie’s nostrils flared. She was a wry, bony woman with short, wild black hair that stood up like a faux-mohawk with too much product. She had a pair of purple goggles covering eyes and patented dark shiny lipstick. A black lab coat was buttoned all the way up to her throat and tall shiny black boots clad her calves.

Her usually purple nails were chipped and bitten down to their very nubs, she looked softly more restless than usual, shifting in place and drumming her nails on the arm of the chair endlessly.

“God this place smells awful,” Lucy kicked an empty tv dinner tray. “Steph, this is so bad.”

Stephanie sniffed loudly, petulance entering her tone. “Well you aren’t looking so great either.” That was a fair statement. Lucy hadn’t showered in an uncountable number of days, her dirty blonde curls much dirtier than usual and slouchy jeans ripped around the cuffs. She wore a dingy pink night shirt, beaten up gym shoes, and a lumpy sports bra from an unknown era.

Obviously, her face was maskless and when she caught her reflection in the dead tv screens she looked back at her own bloodshot, baggy eyes. Her skin looked slightly sickly and too pale, she had even lost some of her iconic round hips and full figure.

People magazine called her an ‘Icon of Plus-Sized Girls Everywhere,’ but that was by Hollywood standards and her thighs had been mostly muscle back then. That was all a lifetime ago.

“Kitt!” She cupped her mouth and called, “Come here girl, let’s go home.”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Stephanie wheeled her chair around, trying to keep Lucy’s attention. “She’s not coming.” Lucy turned slowly, thoughtfully. She put her hands on her hips, “How attached are you to your teeth Steph? 32 always seemed excessive to me. But we could discuss.”

Stephanie pulled back in her chair, expression tensing. “You’re being kind of an asshole right now.” It was almost a whisper.

Lucy rolled her eyes, “Yeah, well, the world ended and you stole my dog.” She stomped her way over toward the villain, “Only one of those things I can change.”

Stephanie looked away, tone shifting from it’s usual mocking drawl. “Oh, it’s not that bad.” She frowned deeply, “Minnesota is still fine.” “Ugh,” she groaned loudly, “Pestilence got them last month. You’ve really been here this whole time, huh?” She wrinkled her nose at several packs of energy drinks stacked in the corner.

Stephanie got to her feet, unfolding her body like a lithe house cat stretching out, she tilted her head to the side. “I took shelter.” She said aggressively, “It’s what Gentlemen Damnation said to do for us Chosen.”

“Do we really have to call him that?” Lucy did another aimless turn in place. “Like, I know he painted it in blood on all major monuments. But considering those were destroyed too maybe we can stop?”

Stephanie crossed her arms over her chest. “He is the new and eternal lord of Lamb’s Blood New Earth. What else would we call him?” Lucy scratched her chin, “I’m thinking ‘Gunk I Find in between my Toes During the Summer’.” “Well, I mean-” “Burst Pustules on the Buttocks of Men in Unwashed Saunas.” “That’s kind of a mouthful.” “Ratty McRatman, the Sequel. Baby Whose Birth Certificate is an Apology Letter from Trojan. A Barnacle on the Ballsack of-” “Yes, I get it,” Stephanie reached for some sort of electric staff, “How long have you been saving those up?” She shrugged listlessly, “When is the last time I saw your face?” “Haha,” she turned around, “If I had known your banter had become so… unpolished. Well.” Lucy took a couple threatening steps toward her, “Enough.” She moved her hands quickly, “It’s almost Kitt’s dinner time and I just found a DVD copy of Space Jam buried last night. I have shit to do.” Stephanie cleared her throat, “I see you’re impatient for my hand to be played.” She tried to plaster on a new taunting smile, “I have a series of challenges even you will lose heart at! The grit of heroes tested by my might and ingenuity, tested- only to find themselves,” she licked her lips, “Lacking.” Lucy narrowed her eyes, and then took a sudden step toward her, bringing Stephanie into her zone of manipulation. She re-oriented the other woman upside down in space, Stephanie flailed for a moment, reaching for her weapon.

Lucy quickly re-oriented anything in her pockets and staff to the other side of her. “On a scale of one to ten, how fond of breathing are you?”

Her eyes went wide, “What?”

She separated the villain’s air supply from her lungs.

Stephanie’s face went two shades paler and she started clawing at her throat and kicking in space, arms pinwheeling and trying to right herself and gasp for air. Lucy’s eyes just narrowed further. “Now.” She growled. “Where is my dog?”

Stephanie kicked and spittle dripped down the side of her mouth, she gaped for another couple of strained seconds. Finally, she pointed toward the space under her enormous office desk off to the side. Lucy let her fall unceremoniously to the floor and made a beeline toward the desk.

She knelt down quickly and caught sight of a wire cage pushed into the corner. She pulled the thing toward her and exhaled. A lumpy form lay on top of a thin blue blanket, the chest of her floppy brown beagle rose and fell gently inside.

She managed a smile and unlatched the cage, reaching in to pet the dog’s side and scratch her behind the ears. Kitt didn’t stir, but Lucy knew it was only a heavy sedative.

She carefully gathered her dog into her arms and turned around.

Stephanie was sprawled on the floor, gasping for air and clutching at her chest. “That was,” she rasped and unsteadily sat up. “Completely against The Code.” “Don’t you get it?” Lucy strode over, reaching the scientist and taking her purple goggles in hand, she tore them off her head. “The Code is gone. The hero society is collapsed. Everybody’s off planet or dead,” she bore her teeth. “You won.” Stephanie’s eyes were an animated misty grey and flicked all around the room until they landed on her own empty open palms. “Yes. Gentlemen Damnat- David.” She said softly, “he said we’d win.” “Yeah,” Lucy jerked her head up to the ceiling, holding her dog close. “Woopee. He got what he wanted. Society’s over and villain’s are stealing my damn dog.” She looked down again sharply, “She’s just a dog Steph!” Stephanie’s chin dimpled delicately, “I wasn’t going to hurt her.” She looked away. “This isn’t how you play.” “I know.” The weight, the heaving immeasurable weight, settled on her shoulder tops. Lucy fell to her knees and sat dully on the floor next to her. “The rules are gone. It’s over… you all got what you wanted.” Stephanie scratched the back of her neck, “I don’t think everyone was supposed to… go.” She said quietly, “Just the foolish and soft-hearted and those who toted light and selfishlessness above the-” “Yeah, yeah,” Lucy put her hand up, “Have fun reveling in your victory. Imma go watch Space Jam with my dog.” Lucy got up to leave, knees creaking and a warm body limp in her arms. Her thoughts drifted over to the task of flying all the way home from here, even in its death throes D.C. was a nightmare to navigate.

“Wait,” Stephanie called weakly, “Lady Remix.” She carefully addressed her, “It wasn’t my plan to create The Four Horsemen. I didn’t know…” “Duh,” Lucy shook her head, “You were like, a C villain at best hun.” Stephanie wrinkled her nose, “Can’t you call me Hegemon once? For old times sake?” “No,” she said flatly, “You can call me Lucy though.” Stephanie balked, “Absolutely not,” she scrambled back, “terrible.” It was Lucy’s turn to laugh, “God. You’re so old school.”

Stephanie slowly crawled to her feet again, much less nimble and calculating than before. “Yes.” She said slowly. “It’s not as if David gave us much of a choice on how to rebuild the world,” she looked toward the dark corners, the outside. “Not even an email.” Lucy shrugged, “He took out a lot of villains too I heard,” she said offhandedly, “Everybody. And anyone who made it out just left the planet.” Stephanie considered her for a long moment, “Not you?”

She looked back to the door, “Not me.” She sighed, “duty and all that I thought.” She scowled at the door handle, “Plus… not everyone deserves off-planet.” Stephanie burst out into a dark laugh, voice resonating to it’s rough purr. “Deserve? What hero language! An arrogant mechanism of the weak to justify their own actions.” “Seriously?” “Right. Sorry.” Stephanie took a couple hurried steps toward her, hair askew and bright grey eyes surveying the area. “So, where are you now in the fight?” Lucy took a step back, “Nowhere. You can tell your master I’ve thrown in the towel,” her eyes unfocused, “there’s no one left to save.” Stephanie opened her mouth, and then closed it. She looked down at the floor unhappily, “There’s your dog.” She said in a controlled tone, “And you.” Lucy shot her a tense look, “Goodbye Stephanie.” She adjusted Kitt in her arms to reach for the door. “If you bother me again I will be more off Code than you know.” She didn’t stop her as Lucy shouldered the door open and started climbing the last of the stairs back outside. She was halfway toward the faceless metal exit door when she heard a number of hurried steps chasing after her.

Lucy stopped in place but didn’t turn.

“He really ruined it you know.” She started babbling, “He really missed the point we were all trying to drive home.” Lucy sprouted a lopsided smile and glanced over her shoulder, “What are you trying to say?” Stephanie drew herself up, “I may have been a C villain but even I know this isn’t how it was supposed to go, and I should,” she licked her lips, floundering slightly. She hunched her shoulders, “and what kind of woman of action would be if I didn’t do something?” Lucy threw her head back and laughed, it was filled with all that suffocating weight of the ages, “Are you going to be a hero now?” Stephanie put her hands on her hips, “Absolutely not!” She looked away petulantly, “hero? God no.” Her gaze followed her upwards, back to the door. “Are you?” “I don’t think so.” She reached for the door and it swung open, pouring in the ashen light of the storm clouds and empty roads. “Want to come?”

She blinked a couple times, frowned, and then nodded stiltedly.

They walked out into the broken world together.

[sapphiresea]

2, 4, 9, 26 :)

lgbt+ ask game

2.  how did you discover your sexuality, tell your story?  oh, gosh.  this is going to be long, and i’m still glazing over all the mental health problems i had that largely stemmed from trying to be someone i clearly was not.  

looking back, it seems like it should have been obvious from the outset, really, but it was a process getting to understand and accept my sexuality.  you have to know, i was very young when ellen came out, and i had no idea what the words ‘gay’ or ‘lesbian’ even meant at the time.  no one explained it to me, either.  i just knew that everyone around me was suddenly saying those words and they were whispered or demeaned, so i knew they were bad immediately.  from as far back as i can remember, i held the view that lesbians were disgusting and bad, and that shame buried really deep inside me for a very long time.  it was easier to never think about it and pretend than it was to ever let it be a conscious thought.

when i was a kid, i just couldn’t fathom actually wanting to be with a man.  i thought relationships were just a matter of custom and doing what was expected because that was how you could have children and a family.  my barbies married ken, but then ken went off to war and she spent all her time with her best lady friends.  i chose my crushes with internal pro/con lists.  i complained often that i hated romcoms because the women were always so dumbly chasing after men and they should just get over it.  i could talk about female celebrities for days but ask me my favorite male celebrity, and it was just tumbleweeds.  it didn’t even register as strange when, after my first real kiss with a boy, i had to brush my teeth three times and then called my best friend to tell her that kissing boys was disgusting.  that just fell into my belief that we were only with boys because we had to be, and because i didn’t allow myself to consider that there might be other options.  i was such a textbook baby gay, but there were only two moments that really penetrated into conscious awareness, and they were so jarring that i remember them even now.

the first was when i was 13 years old, and i was sat in my music class when my teacher, seemingly out of no where, decided to lecture us about gay people.  i have no idea what was going on before that because it was a spring day and the sunlight from the window was making my hair look red and i was busy daydreaming about dying it all red.  i only snapped back when kids started laughing because someone said, ‘gay.’  it wasn’t a negative lecture.  in fact, she was telling us we had to be more accepting of people, because she had heard a lot of slurs being thrown around and didn’t like it.  she told us, “about one in ten people are gay, which means that at least two, if not more, of you are gay.”  my very first thought was, “i wonder who the other one is.”  and then, cue panic attack.  i spent the whole rest of the day on the verge of tears trying to convince myself that i was being crazy for even thinking that.  

the second was in the food court of north hill mall around christmas time with the other steph and robyn.  it was around christmas because we were all wearing ridiculous elf and santa hats.  we got off school early thanks to a spare period and were picking at takeout lunches when robyn started a rant out of no where about how she couldn’t understand why men found boobs to be attractive.  i then became very aware of where my eyes were looking and attempted to focus them anywhere but on my friends in case they could tell how suddenly uncomfortable i had become and thought i was looking at their boobs.  they didn’t think that at all, by the way.  but steph was agreeing with her and they were going on and on about how unattractive boobs were and steph was throwing in occasional comments about the attractive aspects of the male form and i was just nodding along turning even redder.  now it’s not that i really felt strongly about boobs or anything.  it’s really just that in that moment, it became painfully clear to me that at least one of the biggest things i had always told myself that everyone experienced was not so ubiquitous an experience as i had initially thought.  

actually considering the possibility of straight –– despite the efforts of a therapist i saw twice and then refused to see again as soon as she suggested i might be not-totally-straight (oh and totally in love with one of my friends) –– didn’t come until a couple of years later.  it was a new crush of mine, crystal chappell, who was on days of our lives at the time.  ooh, i fell hard for carly manning, and i had to look into her other filmography.  on twitter and on a forum on her website, people were discussing something called ‘otalia’ and insisting i watch, so i did.  that single-handedly changed the trajectory of my life.  otalia were the first f/f couple i had ever seen and allowed myself to relate with (i saw willow/tara but was way too deep into the closet to even let myself pay attention to them).  over the course of the next few months, my attitude started to shift and a series of bad attempts at dating men, coupled with a new crush on a friend of mine, made me realize that i was definitely into women.  i identified as bi for a little while, but within the year, it became pretty clear to me that i had chosen the wrong label and my attraction to men was just a craving for external validation and what i had considered normalcy at the time.

out of internalized homophobia and an illness that screwed with my hormone levels, i identified as ace and aro off and on for awhile.  (don’t jump on me, that’s just my experience and i’m not attempting to get into discourse here or generalizing that to anyone else.)  but one day, i found that had shifted.  i started watching more lesbian media and engaging with other wlw and stopped being afraid of the word ‘lesbian’ like i had been.  and nothing has ever felt so freeing in my entire life.

4.  who was the first person you told, how did they react?  i think the very first person i ever told was a close online friend who was like my internet grandma.  i knew she was safe because she, too, is gay.  so i kind of just slipped it into a late night conversation on skype and nervously told her i thought maybe i was into girls, and she was the most accepting a person could be.  the next day, i told my friend over text while i was in walmart with my mom.  i remember thinking from the way we interacted that it was possible she was lgbt, too, and being so, so nervous to be the first one to say it.  but i was right.  and she became my first girlfriend.  so those were really great experiences, actually, and i’m glad those were my first ones.

9.  who are your favourite lgbt+ ships?  oh man, so many...  wayhaught, for sure, are my #1, but i also really love otalia, giani, hollistein, petramos, logan/lara, trishica, and a number of non-canon f/f slash.

26.  what identity advice would you give your younger self?  gosh, i don’t even know.  like i said, i was so deeply in the closet for so long that i’m not sure i would’ve been able to hear it.  if i could go back to when i was a kid, though, before all of this, i think i’d tell myself that ‘lesbian’ isn’t a bad word, and that, not only do i not have to be with anyone i don’t genuinely want to be with, but that it is possible to be with a woman, and that it’s okay to make that choice instead of hurting myself trying to bury it.

[chloe-elizabeth-price]

for the cute wlw ask meme: 26-50

So, a long time ago in a galaxy that I am currently in, thus not very far away at all, the wonderful @swiftbell sent me this ask after I reblogged an ask meme. Then I started a Gaylor/Kaylor blog and somehow completely neglected this one, including any asks I’d gotten for it. Sorry about that, I really do need to get better at simultaneously running two blogs!

Anyway, the day has come where I’m finally gonna do all the tags and things @misplaced-padawan have been mentioned in and all asks it has received, because I really do love getting asks and being tagged, so never stop doing it!

sleep under the stars wlw or snuggle in a cabin wlw

Stars, stars, stars!!! After all I am a huge space gay!!!

sharp sophisticated wlw or casual comfy wlw

Casual and comfy, forever and always!

smoothie wlw or milkshake wlw

My milkshake brings all the girls to the yard! Always loved milkshakes and am surprisingly good at making it too!

candle wlw or incense wlw

Candles, it’s how we keep fires as pets and I love them!

spontaneous wlw or by-the-book wlw

Depends, but my anxiety sometimes does stop me from being as spontaneous as I’d like.

stargaze wlw or pick flowers wlw

We’ve established my love for stars by now, haven’t we?

 binge watch tv wlw or read for days wlw

Both, both is good!

dreamer wlw or doer wlw

Healthy mixture of both here too

express your opinions wlw or listen to theirs wlw

Entirely depends on the situation

 explore space wlw or explore the ocean wlw

Spaceeee! The ocean scares the crap out of me in a way that space really doesn’t for some reason 

mint wlw or cinnamon wlw

Mint, I’m always a slut for that toothpaste breath!

fall asleep to music wlw or fall asleep to the sound of rain wlw

Music, I read to the sound of rain!

cake wlw or pie wlw

Us lesbians love our pie, but we’d also throw it for you in a heartbeat!

fall in love fast wlw or fall in love slow wlw

I don’t always have the easiest time falling in love, it takes time for me to develop feelings (but WHEN I fall I fall hard af) and besides I’d argue that the best relationship comes out of a stable friendship!

chocolate wlw or vanilla wlw

Chocolate til the day I die!

leave her a sappy voicemail wlw or send her a heartfelt text wlw

Text definitely, phones are scary, man!

iced water wlw or no ice wlw

Definitely ice if it’s water, I prefer no ice in my soda tho

big party wlw or small gathering wlw

Small gathering plz, I do not do parties!

fall wlw or winter wlw

Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place 

Just like Taylor Swift I am a huge autumn wlw!

hard at work wlw or hardly working wlw

I have a hard time getting started sometimes, but when I do get to work I work super hard

pancake wlw or waffle wlw

with the right toppings I adore both!

honest at all costs wlw or protect others feelings wlw

Honest when it’s needed but sometimes I’m simply to scared of hurting others!

classical art wlw or modern art wlw

Hmm not much of an art wlw at all honestly, but I do love both classical and modern media of all kinds including literature which is a form of art!

hug her to death wlw or kiss her til she can’t breathe wlw

Kisses, all of them kisses!

dance in the rain wlw or play in the snow wlw

Rainnnnnn, every time it rains 10+ years are added to my life!!!!!

Thanks for all the questions, Steph, I’m sorry it literally took me 504 years to get to them!

[fanfiction-and-coffee]

Hi!! Not really a wlw questiom but how are each of the boys protective of Steph and Cass? Obviously they can handle themselves, but I know sometimes boys can be Extra. So for example, how would they be if Steph's dad were back?

non-wlw requests are fine lol. you’re good.

Honestly, I don’t think the boys are all that protective of the girls? If anything, it’s the other way around. 

I feel like a lot of people forget that Stephanie is actually one of the more aggressive Robins (at least at first), and she’s been shown to be very protective of the people she cares about, and can be impulsive. She also makes up for her lack of formal training by fighting dirty. (Punching people in the face with a brick, anyone?) Just because she’s cute and has a sense of humor doesn’t mean she can’t or won’t mess you up. 

(She’s a lot more likely to go after someone for personal reasons than, say, Tim, for example.)

As for Cass, it’s pretty clear in canon that she can easily beat any of the guys in combat. We also know that she really, really values her new family, and that she doesn’t think twice about putting her life on the line to defend someone or something she cares about.

So I personally think Steph and Cass would be kind of protective of the boys?? It’s cute, like “that guy was mean to you, want me to beat him up?” big sister kind of stuff.

BUT I think the boys are equally protective of the girls, but in less obvious ways. 

Jason has subtly let them both know that he’s always on call if either of them ever needs an “off the books” favor from him.

And I think that if Stephanie’s dad came back, Jason would be the batboy she’d be most likely to go to for help tbh, because he’s the one who can relate the most to what she’s going through. (Besides Cassandra “my father trained me to be a human weapon and wouldn’t even let me learn how to talk” Cain of course.) 

Damian is a lot more passive-aggressive in how he shows affection, but once a criminal managed to injure Cass while she was distracted and Damian immediately broke his arm so?? He’s always Ready To Fight to defend his siblings. Even Tim.

Dick and Tim are protective too, but in more of an emotional support kind of way. And Barbara is always willing to hack a secure server to get information for one of the other baby bats.

The batkids are very close-knit and always look out for each other and support each other and I love them. 

[fanfiction-and-coffee]

can you give me angsty headcanons for both steph/so and cass/so?

WOW I’M SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG WITH THIS. I’ve been having problems with logging into my account for the last few days?? but I think I fixed the problem now and I’ll probably extend wlw week for a few more days because I haven’t been able to log in to answer your requests??? anyway yes headcanons

Stephanie

It’s hard for me to think of angsty scenarios for dating Steph because I think she’d be a really chill girlfriend tbh? Like she’s pretty low maintenance as long as you spend time with her and make it clear that you care about her, and she’s always willing to compromise if something isn’t working, so??? Your relationship with her is usually pretty easygoing.

That being said, in canon it’s pretty clear that she hasn’t always chosen wisely when it comes to romantic partners… She’s been on the receiving end of more than one abusive relationship, and that kind of thing gets to you.

As a result, she’s always on the lookout for red flags, to the point where she can sometimes get spooked by a simple misunderstanding, where she misinterprets something you do/say and you end up having to explain yourself.

And if y’all ever do get into a fight…. ho boy. Steph fights dirty when she gets fired up – she kind of works herself up into a rage where she’ll bring up every disagreement the two of you have ever had and blow everything out of proportion. These arguments usually end with one of you storming out and crashing at the Batcave for a day or two.

She is capable of realizing that she was in the wrong once she cools down though, and she’ll find a really sweet, cute way to apologize and try to make it up to you. Then you can have a mature, reasonable discussion about what caused the fight and how you can both fix it.

But the real angst doesn’t surface until the two of you have been together for several years and you bring up having kids.

Children are a tough subject for Steph because she loves kids but it’s really difficult for her to think about having her own, because she’s been a mother before. She obviously felt a very strong emotional connection to her baby while she was pregnant, even if she never got to meet them face to face, and giving that baby up was the hardest thing she’s ever done. That kind of thing doesn’t just go away, and it makes it very difficult for her to think about children, even with someone she loves.

She is excited about sharing parenthood with you, but it’s very bittersweet for her and you’ll need to be very patient.

Cassandra

Honestly, I also see Cass being really chill in a relationship. (The men are definitely the dramatic ones in this family.) The only thing I can think of that might require a little patience is that she is still semi-mute, so you obviously can’t communicate with the same methods other couples use. You’ll probably have to learn sign language, but Cass is really good at getting her point across without words, so as long as you’re willing to meet her halfway there isn’t much of an issue.

Unlike Stephanie, she doesn’t really do big angry arguments. If she has an issue, she’ll tell you about it. She doesn’t see the point in hiding her feelings, and because of her ability to read body language she’s really good at knowing when something’s bothering you. Queen of healthy communication.

She’s a lot more protective than Stephanie, though. Part of it is just that she’s Seen Some Shit and has lost a lot of people, but she also puts a lot of pressure on herself to save/protect everyone, even though it isn’t realistic. 

This goes double if you don’t have any powers or fighting skills of your own. You’re pretty sure she discreetly tails you sometimes, just to reassure herself that you’re okay. It helps a little if you ask her to give you some self-defense lessons so she can feel better about your ability to protect yourself.

I honestly think Cass, out of everyone in the Batfam, probably has one of the worse cases of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder – no one who was raised the way she was comes out unscathed, and it’s honestly a miracle that she’s as loving and kind as she is given that when she was a kid she was literally only allowed to touch people when she was fighting them. 

She’s pretty good at managing her symptoms (and at hiding them), but the more time you spend alone with her, the more you start to pick up on the little things. She’ll zone out sometimes, and when she comes back to herself she’s visibly upset. She sometimes has disproportionately emotional reactions to things that seem mundane. And she has really awful nightmares.

She’ll sometimes lash out in her sleep during these nightmares, and if she accidentally hurts you she will beat herself up about it for days. She’ll refuse to touch you the next morning. Even when you assure her that it’s not a big deal, she still handles you as if you were made of glass.

Gentle reassurance is the best way to deal with these situations. If she goes off on her own, you need to respect her space, but make it clear that you love her and that you’ll be there when she’s ready. Having you as a sort of emotional anchor during the rougher patches makes coping a lot easier for her.