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RAYMOND.

handsome brow knots in lightning thought , the fleeting pass of a shadow across smooth skin.   ❝   these symbols , they look FAMILIAR.   ❞   he peers carefully over her shoulder at the object vibrating chaotically in her palm to the rhythm of tremors under their feet.   ❝  it looks like an electromagnetic energy node. but the last time i saw one of those — hey , wait a second —  ❞

❝  RAYMOND,  WE  DON’T  HAVE  TIME  TO   WAIT  A  SECOND  !  ❞   the  amazon  pressed,  holding  the  contraption  carefully  as  not  to  upset  it  even  more.  it  feels  as  though  somewhere,  the  world  is  waking  up.  a  hundred  thousand  footsteps  coming  toward  them  that  makes  the  ground  shake  and  move. she  assumes  it  has  something  to  do  with  the  device.  she  tightens  her  hand  around  it,  draws  back  and  prepares  to  throw       

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y’all can pry arthur and diana’s friendship out of my crusty dead meat-hands.

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ARTHUR.

It’s impossible for him not to at least chuckle when it comes to the sudden change in topic.     “   You sure know how to  deflect,  but I guess that’s another thing a long life is good for    —–  PRACTICE.   “     His feet gently dangle just above the water, sensing every single creature moving below. It used to be a nightmare, too much to handle, now it’s a constant buzz in the back of his skull. You can get used to anything.

“   My secret is that I’m  still  dealing with it. I’m glad I look like I’m at peace, because I often  SCREAM ON THE INSIDE  when I’m told a millionth time how everything I try to set in motion is against the  thousands of years of traditions and values  Atlantis clings to so stubbornly. Maybe in Themyscira it works, I can’t even guess how life is there, but I think sometimes you need to be shaken up and accept that  THERE’S A NEW WORLD AROUND YOU  and you must join. What I’m doing, I’m doing for their own survival. Maybe one day they’ll realise. I’m lucky though, with friends like you on my side, everything is easier to handle.   “

YOU  BECOME  A  MIRROR  IN  ORDER  TO  SURVIVE.  send  back  emotion,  match  the  energy  of  the  person  beside  you  and  NEVER  let  your  guard  down  until  you’re  certain  you  can  trust.  a  guilty  smile  rests  on  guilty  lips,  and  the  apples  of  her  cheeks  are  in  pain.  

she  doesn’t  think  that  there’s  a  way  to  describe  Themyscira  in  the  same  terms  as  Atlantis.  neither  of  them  has  ever  been  to  the  others  home  with  the  intent  to  play  tourist.  but  something  about  his  story  hits  her  in  the  heart.  arthur  is  STRONG.  a  kind,  gentle  soul  that  had  been  thrust  into  intense  responsibility.                and  she  knew  how  FIERCE  and  COMPASSIONATE  he  could  be.

❝ well,  why  not  scream  on  the  outside? ❞  diana  leans  back  and  looks  at  him  fully,  brushing  back  her  hair.  ❝ i  mean,  you’re  king,    and  even  without  a  crown,   i  don’t  think  that  they’re  going  to  scold  you  and  tell  you  to  use  your  INSIDE  VOICE. ❞

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I learnt that inside every one of them there will always be both. The choice each must make for themselves—something no hero will ever defeat. ** DCEU  PORTRAYAL  WITH  NEW  52.  CHRONICLES   &  TRINITY  ELEMENTS.

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starter call!  selective, no cap.

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I’VE GOTTEN WAY BEHIND ON THREADS and some of them i’m just no longer feeling. this does not mean that we can’t interact through another thread! in fact, i’d love one! Just hmu and let me know you want one! 

the threads that I AM keeping are with the following writers:

@irnqueen /  @atlantisking  /  @earnedstripes  /  @outlawiism  / @americanasitgets  /  @firefated  /  @codebrokn  /  @atomiism !

i will have my queue pop out a starter call this afternoon and i’ll get something written for you guys.

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pepper·.

“I – Well, sort of,” she admits, laughing softly. “I met him through Tony, but I wouldn’t say I know him very well.” She nods gently. “So you help protect the Earth too? Are you from another planet? I ask because Thor often says the same, and he’s from – well, I’m sure you know. He’s from Asgard.”

HER  ENTHUSIASM  IS  WELL-PLACED. but  diana  knows  next  to  nothing  about  thor  himself;  only  what  the  myths  and  legends  detail.     ❝ i’m  sorry          i’m  not  from  asgard.  i  was  born  here.  on  earth.  as  were  all  the  amazons. ❞    politely  dipping  her  head  toward  the  CEO,  her  eyes  flick  toward  the  windows.    ❝ and  does  tony  make  it  a  habit  to  become  acquainted  with  divinity? ❞     she  thinks  perhaps  he  should  familiarize  himself  with  the  tale  of  ICARUS.

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AXA’S  BLOG   LIST.

i’ve  got  a  few  drafts  to  work  on  and  then  queue  now  that  my  new  icons  are  done.  but  until  then,  here’s  a  blog  list.

@warmantled   -  secondary  - semi-active  *reading justice league*

@asheat  -  main  -  very  active.

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pepper·.

“I also don’t want to hurt myself,” she replied with a laugh. “But alright, if you think I can…” She stepped forward, reaching for the handle of the aspis, the hesitation evident in her outstretched hand. Uneasy eyes shifted from the warrior to the shield, a small smile on her lips before she grasped the handle, taking it from the tall woman.

Her smile grew once she realized she could, in fact, support the shield. “And you think you can teach me how to wield one of these things?”

❝ YOU’RE  ALREADY  WIELDING  IT.  the  only  difference  is  that  you  don’t  have  things  being  hurled  at  you  right  now. ❞   diana  encourages,  patting  pepper’s  shoulders  with  both  hands.  

she  released  her  and  stood  back  a  ways,  arms  crossed  over  her  chest.  

it  was  always  good  to  see  someone  come  into  themselves.  any  insecurity  for  how  strong  pepper  was  needed  to  be  wiped  away.  the  woman  had  already  survived  one  too  many  close  encounters  by  working  for  STARK  alone.  ❝ i  believe  that  every  woman  should  know  how  to  defend  herself  and  her  loved  ones  from  harm.  if  you  are  serious  about  learning,  i  would  be  very  happy  to  teach  you.          how  does  it  feel? ❞

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honestly, diana takes such pride in knowing that she’s able to be a pillar for those that want to come to her with their problems. depending on the topic she may struggle with withholding judgement or commenting on it with what she hopes is helpful advice, but the fact that people trust her enough to confide in her is mega heart eyes tbh.

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steve·.

❝ — it’s not your fault,  ❞   he tells her as she begins to rely apologies for something she could have never prevented.  it was a thought steve had whole - heatedly believed many years ago  —-  that one person could change the course of war.  and while he doesn’t doubt her influence,  nor anyone else’s who would lay their life on the line — he knows now,  things are much more complicated than he ever could have imagined. ❝ — i didn’t really know him.  i never met him.  he was just a story to me,  ❞    he tells her,  hoping it’ll soften the blow but as the words leave him he knows it just causes more pain. 

so he lifts his chin at the mention of his mother and allows himself to smile. ❝ — she was.  she taught me everything i know.  ❞      he didn’t come to appreciate how strong his mother was until he was without her.  an illiterate immigrant,  a single,  widowed mother with a very sickly child  —  she had all the odds stacked against her and some how still managed to make it work. 

BUT  IT  FEELS  LIKE  IT  IS.  and  not  just  her  own,  but  the  fault  of  all  those  who  would  turn  a  blind  eye  to  pointless  killing.  the  amazons  were  tasked  with  the  duty  of  protecting  humankind  from  the  suggestions  of  ares,  and  she  had  been  planted  as  a  safeguard  to  finally  put  the  god  of  war  down  when  his  fangs  were  sunk  too  deeply  to  push  away.  but  she’d  been  blinded,  kept  in  the  dark.  

and  he  grew  up  to  be  a  kind  and  generous  man  without  once  knowing  his  father.  he  was  a  MYTH  as  great  as  the  stories  of  zeus.  and  it  was  a  common  theme  she  was  in  many  young  boy’s  lives.  she   H A T E D   it.  

but  for  all  her  heartache,  she  had  to  imagine  that  steve  felt  this  too.  perhaps  ten  times  as  much.  one  never  knew  what  went  through  a  person’s  head  until  first  having  walked  in  their  shoes.  and  even  THEN...  she  put  on  a  smile,  reaching  across  the  table  to  rest  her  fingers  across  his  wrist.   she  would  always  remember..,  HE   WAS   WARM.

❝ really? ❞   diana  canted  her  head  toward  steve,  attempting  to  mask  the  regret  with  curiosity.  it  wouldn’t  be  fair  for  her  to  shoulder  her  burdens  and  guilt  on  man  so  far  removed  from  her  mistakes.  and  so  she  swallows  it,  vowing  to  return  her  mind  to  the  pain  another  day.  she  was  with  friends,  now.   ❝ she  taught  you  how  to  fight?  how  to   how  to  throw  an  aspis  with  such  precision? ❞

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starlord.

❛      i don’t think   it’s a matter of human ‘n’ alien.   ‘s more about good ‘n’ evil type of thing.      ❜      Peter accepts what he’s offered.   he’d rather not ask for booze when the topic of discussion is this heavy.   he’s fascinated.      ❛      recently,   i found a compromise by saying  i’m   ALL-HERO.   i wasn’t always this way,   ‘course not.   most my life i was indifferent to the shit that happened ‘round me.   sometimes i find that worse than   EVIL.   ‘n’ you   ?   what about your sides   ?      ❜

HE  CLAIMS  THAT  INDIFFERENCE  IS  WORSE.  it  is  a  sentiment  that  hits  close  to  home.  sitting  idle  while  people  suffered  around  her  was  impossible.  not  when  she  could  provide  even  a  slight  moment  of  respite. 

❝  all-hero?  ❞    she  repeats  inquisitively,  lips  drawn  into  a  smile.    ❝  i  don’t  have  a  predetermined  side.  my  ‘side’  is  with  the  whoever  has  the  strongest  heart,  and  purest  intentions. ❞     the  man  is  called  STAR-LORD.  peter  quill.  a  man  who  has  saved  countless  people  across  countless  worlds.  and  he  is  worthy,  she  thinks,  of  her  silent  awe.   he’s  certainly  well-grounded  in  what  he  believes,  isn’t  he?  

ALL  HERO  he  says.  and  for  good  reason,  diana  believes.   ❝  you  are  all-hero.  i  am  all-love. ❞   her  words  are  honest,  despite  soft  laughter.   ❝  i  know  it’s  cliche,  like  something  out  of  a  movie.  but  there  is  so  much  hatred  in  the  world.  and  i  think  as  many  heroes,  and  as  much  love  as  possible  is  what’s  needed  to  push  the  hate  away.  don't  you?  ❞

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patriaetgloria·.

           THE MUSCLES IN HIS JAW TICKED AS HE CLENCHED HIS TEETH REPEATEDLY. All of this was a long shot, a Hail Mary, a plan that had only a prayer’s chance of working. But it’s what they had to work with and for as much as he didn’t know about Diana —– Steve found himself thankful that it was her here with him. 

           ❛    It’s going to work. We’re going to make it work. Because if not us —– who will?    ❜

❝  STEPPENWOLF  DIDN’T  COME  HERE  LOOKING  FOR  MAGIC  STONES.   he  came  here  with  an  army  of  slaves  looking  to  create  more.  looking  to  make  destruction  and  to  tear  apart  EVERYTHING  we  love.  ❞       the  muscles  in  diana’s  throat  are  taut,  her  breath  tight  between  her  rib  and  breast.  the  grip  on  the  glowing  lasso  wanes,  strong  legs  pacing  themselves  toward  the  gallant  captain  america.      

❝  you’re  right.  we  have  to  do  this.  for  others  and  for  ourselves.  it  HAS  TO  WORK  for  the  safety  of  us  all.  but  MORE  like  thanos,  like  steppenwolf  will  come.  and  it  might  work  THEN,  TOO.  but  what  i  am  saying  is  that  we  should  have  a  plan  for  if  doesn’t.  ❞

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do you ever feel like you just did replies yesterday, then check the timestamp and its like ‘you posted this 5 days ago’. like what when??

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Jon.

❝     i’m not    VERY GOOD   with fighting   ,    which is why i’m    TRAINING    with robin right now   .    but sometimes mr. wayne    —     er   ,    i mean    ,    BATMAN    ,    sorry    ,     came down and taught me too   .     but usually he can’t    STAY FOR TOO LONG    ,    because he either has to sleep or go out and    SAVE GOTHAM   .    but that’s okay   ,   because robin can be   —-      ❞    and then suddenly   ,    jon turns    SHEEPISH    :     his ten-year-old cheek    BLOOMS     with the colour that can almost match his    RED CAPE    ,   and he nervously chuckles   ,    hand scratching the back of his neck   ,     ❝     sorry  .   i talked    TOO MUCH    ,    don’t i  ?    robin said it’s the    FOURTH MOST ANNOYING    thing about me.     i tried to tone it down lately    ,    but i guess it still needs more work   ,   huh   ?    ❞

for  @warmantled  who  ♡’d  !

❝ NO  ONE  STARTS  OFF  AS  THE  BEST.  i  trained  for  years  beside  my  teacher  and  learned  many  painful  lessons  to  be  where  i  am  today.  and  even  still,  i  am  learning  every  day. ❞   she  thought  to  add  in  that  even  bruce  wayne  had  been  a  child  once.  but  she  feels  it  better  to  allow  young  jon  to  keep  his  thoughts  of  idolization  toward  THE   BAT.   aside  her  mother,  diana  had  looked  up  to  phillipus  and  antiope,  along  with  her  other  sisters,  like  artemis.  everyone  needed  that  one  person  to  look  up  to.  kryptonians  were  no  exception.

❝ the  fourth  most?  what  are  the  the  first  three? ❞    she  asks,  brow  risen.   ❝ and  i  don’t  think  you  talk  TOO  MUCH.  you  can  always  talk  to  me. ❞

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Arthur.

There’s a sharp exhale as he considers Diana’s words, a little hesitation on his part. Even in the presence of a literal goddess, Arthur has a hard time to put his faith in the divine, believing in forging your own fortune, being a master of your own destiny.     “   I guess…    I have to believe in   SOMETHING…   at times. But I think fate has little to do with it. Life will go on whether you reveal your secrets or not, life, the world around you is the   true force   not superstitions… they hardly have any power over the grand scheme of things, you know? At least that’s what I think.   “     With a soft chuckle he takes a small sip of his champaign.

Slowly he turns the flute back and forth, watching the pale gold liquid move within, lips thin into a humourless smile at the thought of such an endless life. New year’s somehow always brings sadness with it. You’re reminded that time is passing, that you left another year behind and you’re running towards the unknown. Or was it just him who felt that way?      “   Out of all of us, you have the best chance of seeing it all then. Although… I mostly keep the secrets of the oceans. But if you’d ever like a tour, you really just have to ask.   “

A  GRIN  TOYS  AT  THE  DEMI-GOD’S  LIPS,  RUBY  RED  AND  HOPEFUL.  arthur  hasn’t  always  been  a  readable  book  to  her.  he  still  wasn’t  completely  open.    but  the  pages  she’d  been  shown  and  the  stories  that  she  read  were  comparable  to  an  ODYSSEY  under  the  sea!   she  turns  around  to  face  him,  eyes  thinned  with  fake  skepticism.    

❝    be  careful,  i  might  just  take  you  up  on  that.   ❞   a  playful  warning,  lips  puckering  around  the  rim  of  her  color-stained  glass.  her  feet  were  beginning  to  make  round  shapes  in  the  bit  of  frost  that  was  clinging  to  the  balcony,  and  in  the  distance  she  could  make  out  the  subtle  glitter  of  oncoming  snowfall.   with  another  gulp,  she  folds  the  stem  of  her  glass  between  her  fingers,  gazing  thoughtfully  into  the  distance.   ❝   how  did  atlantis  come  to  fall  into  the  sea?  the  stories  i  knew  were  of  a  great  city  atop  the  oceans,  more  advanced  than  any  in  the  world.   ❞   

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StarLord.

❛      i don’t think   it’s a matter of human ‘n’ alien.   ‘s more about good ‘n’ evil type of thing.      ❜      Peter accepts what he’s offered.   he’d rather not ask for booze when the topic of discussion is this heavy.   he’s fascinated.      ❛      recently,   i found a compromise by saying  i’m   ALL-HERO.   i wasn’t always this way,   ‘course not.   most my life i was indifferent to the shit that happened ‘round me.   sometimes i find that worse than   EVIL.   ‘n’ you   ?   what about your sides   ?      ❜

THE   PROSPECT   OF   SIDES   IS   STRANGE   TO   DIANA.  at  one  point  in  her  life,  she   thought   everyone   was   comprised  of   either   good   or   evil.    but    the    gray    areas    in    between.  those  were  the  spaces  that  she  found  most  difficult  to  comprehend.    

                          ❝   i   don’t  have  a  side.   ❞   she   replies   easily   enough,  taking  a   sip   of   her   own   drink.  ❝   i  fight   for   life.  no  matter  what  kind  that  may  be.  if   i   have   to   have   a   side,   then   it   would   be   on   the   side   of   LOVE.   i   find   more   often   than   not   that   the   hearts   without   love   are   the   ones   most   difficult   to   defeat.   ❞

                                                diana  hums  and  runs  her  fingers  into  her  hair.

then  there  were  those  that  were  too  full.  that  convinced  themselves  that  what  they  were  doing  was  not  only  for  love,  but  that  it  would  promote  the  emotion  in  the  end.  deluded.  murder  for  life.  hatred  for  love.  humans  were  such  complicated  beings.     she     wondered     if     she     would     be     so     attached     to  them  if  they  werent’?    ❝ don’t  you  find  it  strange  that  there  are  more  songs  written  about  love  than  there  are  people  willing  to  stand  up  for  it? ❞