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stqrfighted

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stressedesigns

so … i was doing some reading last night and could’ve sworn i saw a picture of you in an old article . what are the odds of there being more to the story ?

stressedesigns

that’s incredible , really . that you still help out , it can’t be easy . && yeah , they did , thanks to you . you should feel pretty proud about that && your impact on the world .
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THAVMASTOS

ID.  @stressedesigns 
            
            i did what i could .  i still do .  all of those people in those interviews got to live pure ,  full lives with families .
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stressedesigns

so you were around for it ? && did answer that call ? well obviously you did but that’s … just really impressive , your help alone had to have helped save countless people .
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THAVMASTOS

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incruciar

━━━  【  野狐  】       ،،      IT  THRUMS  IN  THE  AIR,     HIS  BONES,     LEAVES  HIS  SKIN  CRAWLING.     the  commando  knows  that  these  6–inch  walls  are  paper–thin  to  the  person  sitting  in  front  of  him.     NO,     NOT  A  PERSON  —  GODDESS,     with  power  so  palpable,     he  can  feel  it,     down  to  the  marrow.     the  deific  subdivision  is  one  that  holloway  seldom  meddled  with,     &&.   for  good  reason;     NEGOTIATIONS  ARE  NOTHING  SHORT  OF  MIND  GAMES,     agreements   &&.  deals  with  enough  strings  attached  to  make  a  three  act  puppet  show  as  the  HIGH  &&.  MIGHTY  observe  with  obstinate  temperaments  forged  across  centuries,     millennia.     TOO  MANY  WORDS,      NOT  ENOUGH  BULLETS.     hell,     they  didn't  even  allow  him  the  mercy  of  booze  to  ease  the  headache  boring  into  his  skull.
          
                      ‘  YOU  HAVE  THREE  MINUTES;     tell  me  what
                                   attacked  my  men  at  the  docks.  ’
          
                    HOLLOWAY  stands  underneath  the  fluorescent  lights  of  the  interrogation,     air  stale  &&.  suffocating,     as  his  hands  rest  on  the  crude  steel  table  separating  him  from  the  demigoddess.     IT  BURNS  IN  HIS  EYES,     THE  IRE,     the  primal  rage  gnawing  at  his  viscera,     familiar  &&.  scorching.     TAKE  IT  EASY;     SLOW  &&.  STEADY,     chalk  had  reminded  him.     DON'T  ASSUME  ANYTHING,     splint  had  said,     only  moments  before  he  walked  into  the  room.     their  words  feel  worlds  away  now.     EVEN  AS  SHE  REMAINS  SEATED,     he  feels  her  presence  tower  over  him  —  shadow  lengthening,      strength  emanating  in  perpetual  waves.     &&.   DEEP  DOWN,     he  knows  that  her  peaceful  cooperation  is  the  only  reason  he  isn't  a  bloody  stain  on  the  wall  behind  him.

THAVMASTOS

* ╱╱  anyways in my little universe for diana  ( more details in her under construction caard lmao )
          
          she's been an active hero since the first world war ,  the / first / hero -  but soon became a sort of ghost story of her own right .  all records were wiped beyond a singular picture & recollections of fallible human minds .  after being forcibly retired by the government following the second world war ,  diana went into hiding in order to learn about the world of man in a deeper manner && traveling across the world to aid in their suffering .  
          
          by the turn of the 21st century ,  she'd loved && lost throughout her life through various means .  the most recent 'loss' of her only friend && almost lover BARBARA ANN MINERVA left a hole that could not be filled .  diana began to grow depressed by where the world was coming to && deeply lonely without a single companion .  she could not return home ,  else that would mean forsaking her mission entirely ,  but she could not stay in man's world without keeping a broken heart .  she had lost sight of what she was fighting for .
          
          in her desperation ,  she prayed for her father zeus to strike her down -  for she failed her mission ,  failed her people ,  && failed her friends .  when zeus failed to acknowledge her request ,  the amazon had grown weary && angry ,  letting out a yell so drawn && so loud she willed the gods to hear it ,  stating ,  "  IF YOU WILL NOT STRIKE ME DOWN ,  THEN GIVE ME A SIGN !  GIVE ME A SIGN TO CONTINUE ,  FOR HUMANITY IN THEIR SELFISHNESS WILL NEVER CHANGE !  ❞
          
          it was at that moment she saw a flash of light  with what she thought was a meteor carving towards the ground .  it arched across the sky in a haze of gold && blue in the night until it landed ,  smack-dab in the middle of a SMALLVILLE ,  KANSAS .  there it was ,  that sign she desperately yearned for ,  && diana prince began to hope again .

lanefiles

this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. lois ducked behind a rusted crate, heart hammering against her ribs as the sound of boots pounded the floor above. she clutched her camera tight to her chest, thumb brushing over the flash drive she’d just yanked from one of lexcorp’s unsecured terminals. the intel was solid — weapon transfers, rogue AI schematics, off-the-books funding — but getting out with the evidence was turning into a bigger challenge than expected.
          
          a whir filled the air. not the mechanical clank of guards — something smaller. faster. "drone," she muttered under her breath, flattening herself behind a stack of shipping containers. it hovered into view, scanning with that telltale red light. lois didn’t breathe. didn’t blink. and then, the worst sound possible. click. damn camera. "hey!" came a voice from above. "there’s someone down there!"
          
          "double damn." lois bolted. sprinted through the maze of crates and steel, ducking low as bullets pinged around her. some kind of energy weapon singed a crate to her left. she didn’t stop to look. then the floor beneath her shifted.
          
          "oh no—" metal gave way. a trapdoor. she fell. or she would’ve. because before gravity could take her completely, something strong — unyielding — caught her mid-air.
          
          wind rushed past her ears. the world spun. for a heartbeat, she thought maybe she’d finally lost her mind. or maybe she’d just been lucky enough to die fast. but then the motion slowed. steadied. became controlled. her eyes opened — and there she was. lois blinked up, dazed. hair wind-whipped. adrenaline still buzzing in her veins.
          
          "...okay. okay. definitely not dead." she let out a shaky breath, finally allowing herself to sag in the arms holding her. "thanks for the save," she muttered, trying to sound casual even as her legs still trembled. "that trapdoor had ‘permanent vacation’ written all over it." she didn’t expect a response — not right away — but her gaze flicked up, and she gave the faintest grin.
          
          1/2

lanefiles

lois sifted through the lost and found bin like a woman on a mission, holding up items one by one with a sharp eye. a hideous christmas sweater. a pair of sunglasses missing one lens. a hat that looked like it had been mauled by a dog.
            
            "wow, people really dump everything in here," she muttered, finally pulling out the trench coat she remembered. it was oversized, a little wrinkled, but at least it didn’t scream *look at me.* she tossed it over her arm and grabbed the scarf — navy, soft, and surprisingly intact — before straightening to face diana.
            
            "okay, so here’s the plan," she said, stepping closer to drape the coat over diana’s shoulders. "the coat hides most of the armor. the scarf covers the obvious bits and distracts from the rest. no one’s gonna question a tall, gorgeous woman in a trench coat — they’ll just assume you’re here to buy out the planet or model in some high-fashion shoot."
            
            she adjusted the scarf lightly, stepping back to take a look. "there. not bad. definitely better than sequined cowboy boot chic." at the mention of leaving her side, lois gave a small, knowing smile. "you don’t have to worry about me. but… thanks for worrying anyway. it’s been a long time since anyone’s stuck around like this." she tilted her head, gesturing toward the side door that led to the quieter street.
            
            "come on, wonder woman incognito. let’s go get that souvlaki before anyone realizes the coat’s not actually hiding a damn thing."
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THAVMASTOS

ID.  @lanefiles 
            
            diana followed gratefully ,  but not before giving a final wave to the children through the window && polite looks to interns snapping her photo .  she expected that barring a disaster ,  said photos would go viral .  (  just her luck that she's not hounded by a gaggle of reporters .  )  her stride was purposeful ,  confident even though her gaze surveyed the space with curiosity .  diana had been in the world of man long enough to establish patterns && blend in ,  though it is still difficult to hide her archaic speech && accent .  it was only when she became 'wonder woman' && went public about her home that more scrutiny started && she had to hide further .
            
            ❝  I DID NOT EXPECT THERE TO BE SUCH . . .  OPTIONS .  ❞  diana replied ,  hand moving over some visible clothing options as her countenance turned apologetic .  she was certain that some had coffee stains && the smell of ink managed to permeate the space .  everything here was entirely random ,  encapsulated by that scarf lois mentioned && a singular sequined cowboy boot -  a wild west night ,  perhaps ?  ❝  WHAT DO YOU SUGGEST I WEAR TO 'BLEND IN'?  IF THIS DOES NOT WORK ,  I COULD ALWAYS FIND SOMETHING ELSE SUITABLE AT MY APARTMENT ,  BUT I WORRY THAT IF I LEAVE YOUR SIDE YOU WOULD BE ACCOSTED .  ❞
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lois couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up at the sight of diana — the warrior princess, the woman who had just taken down drones and saved her life — looking slightly sheepish as kids clung to her and bystanders gawked like she was the eighth wonder of the world.
            
            "yeah, you definitely stand out a little," she teased, glancing around at the wide eyes peeking from behind desks and the interns pretending not to take photos on their phones. "though to be fair, you could wear a paper bag and people would still stare." she tapped her chin, considering. "lost and found, maybe. i think someone left a trench coat in the closet near the print room. there’s also a planet hoodie floating around — one of those ugly ones they give out during office parties." lois started walking toward the hallway, jerking her head for diana to follow. 
            
            "come on. we’ll throw something together. coat over the armor, maybe a scarf. you’ll look like some eccentric fashion model instead of, you know, a living legend." she glanced back over her shoulder with a grin. "and don’t worry. i’ll make sure it’s at least halfway dignified. can’t have you looking like a walking thrift store before dinner."
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sektrjc

━━━  【  野狐  】       ،،      ‘  i'm  really  starting  to  question  the  sanitary  practices  of  this  establishment   (  . . .  )   ’     HE  BRINGS  THE  RIM  OF  THE  CUP  TO  HIS  MOUTH,     &&.   steam  warms  his  face  as  he  tips  his  chin  back  ever–so–slightly.     stiles  spares  a  glance  towards  the  tall  woman,      his  shoulder  moves  in  a  one–sided  shrug   &&.   he  regards  her  curiously,     casually.     THIS  PLACE   IS  ONE  HE  FREQUENTED  ENOUGH  TIMES  TO  BE  ON  A  FIRST–NAME  BASIS  WITH  THE  REGULARS.      admittedly,    hers  is  a  face  he  / has /  seen  before  —  never  in  person,     however,     &&.   most  certainly  not  in  this  vicinity.
                    IF  ANYTHING,     he  thinks,     THE  PHOTOGRAPHS  IN  THE  FILE  CERTAINLY  DID  NOT  DO  HER  JUSTICE;     with  that  level  of  image  resolution,     the  pixels  that  constructed  her  face  could  have  been  counted  on  one  hand.    regardless,     he  cranes  his  neck  as  if  to  share  a  benign  secret,     though  he  keeps  his  eyes  pinned  on  the  display.      ‘  i  wouldn't  go  for  the  sandwhiches,     especially  the  chicken  panini  —  trust  me;      seen  one  too  many  digestive  mishaps  with  that  one.     whew.      surprisingly  great  bagels,     though;     worth  contracting  salmonella  for,     if  we're  considering  cross  contamination.     that'd  give  you  good  excuse  for  skipping  work,     at  least.     speaking  of,      you  new  to  the  area? ’

sektrjc

━━━  【  @THAVMASTOS  】       ،،      AT  THE  MENTION,      STILES  SURVEYS  THE  AREA,     cranes  his  neck  as  he  looks  at  the  sight  he  has  walked  through  &&.  alongside  for  months.     ‘  yeah,     about  that,  ’     he  says,     rubbing  the  back  of  his  neck,     ‘  small  town,      smaller  funds.     the  newest  structure  here  was  built  just  shy  of  twenty  years  ago.     the  docks  are,     like,     five  times  that  old,     &&.   that's  probably  an  understatement.     why,     you  an architect?  ’     A  SMILE  TUGS  ON  HIS  MOUTH,      HUMOUR  LACES  STILES'  TONE  but  it  seems  inwardly  directed  —  a  joke  between  him  and  himself.
                      STRANGE  would  not  have  been  an  adequate  description  for  the  internal  whirlpool  within  him.     DIANA  PRINCE.     HERO.     DEMIGOD.     LIVING  LEGEND.     out  of  reach,     too  otherworldly  to  be  real.     BUT  HERE  SHE  SITS,     VERY  REAL  INDEED,     and  just  within  reach.     the  supernatural  has  always  been  a  realm  in  which  stiles  was  a  seasoned  expert.     BUT  THE  GODLY?     THE  DIVINE?      he  was  a  novice.     regardless,     a  lifetime  of  loss,     a  decade  of  painful  mistakes  has  taught  stiles  to  know  better,      to  expect  worse.     her  kindness  was  easily  confounding.      IF  WONDER  WOMAN  IS  TRULY  AS  BENEVOLENT  AS  SHE  SEEMS,     then  she  must  be  the  exception,     not  the  rule.     OTHERWISE,     GREEK  TRAGEDIES  WOULD  HAVE  BEEN  MUCH,      MUCH  MORE  MEAGRE  IN  NUMBER.
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THAVMASTOS

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            diana was responsive to the others' antics ,  a polite expression on her face that only turned bemused with the mischievous look of her new companion .  she supposed that the older that she got ,  the more charming humanity was .  they lived such fleeting lives && she's mourned so many already to illness ,  to war ,  to accidents .  what does it say of her sentimental heart that she still contacts the descendants of her friends long gone ,  that she'll grant them aid if they only ask && somehow they never do out of respect -  but etta's grandchild is named diana && now she is expecting a child of her own .
            
            someone like stiles wouldn't dare grasp that feeling .  it is a feeling she wouldn't wish anyone to have ,  especially someone so young .  calloused hands would lace together on the tabletop before diana looked to the building .  perhaps she could be of aid ,  here ?  assistance in fixing roofing or some similar venture .
            
            ❝  I HAVE NOTICED THAT MANY A BUILDING HERE HAS TURNED DECREPIT WITH STRUCTURAL DAMAGE .  IS THAT DUE TO AGE OR TO NATURAL DISASTERS ?  ❞  diana inquired ,  looking intently to stiles with a sort of curiosity .
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sektrjc

━━━  【  @THAVMASTOS  】       ،،      SURPRISE  BLOOMS  IN  STILES'  CHEST,      threatens  to  overflow  &&.  seep  into  his  expression  but  he  curbs  it,      keeps  it  at  bay.      THE  ANALYTICS  said  he  would  be  standing  face  to  face  with  nothing  short  of  a  goddess,     one  that  somehow  lived  for  as  long  as  she  did   &&.   left  the  barest  trace  of  her  existence,      hardly  enough  material  for  THE  ARCHIVISTS  to  preserve  and  store.     A  BEING  AS  OLD  AS  MYTH  ITSELF.     
                      in  his  line  of  duty   &&.   years  before,      stiles  faced  a  miscellaneous  batch  of  supernatural  beings  that  could  win  a  diversity  award  if  there  ever  was  one  in  this  category.     GHOST  RIDERS,     WEREWOLVES,     DARACH,     NOGITSUNE   to  name  a  few,     &&.   he  wasn't  even  yet  eighteen.      WHEN  DIANA'S  CASE  FILE  LANDED  ON  HIS  DESK,      HE  HAD  EXPECTED   (  . . .  )   well,      he  hadn't  had  much  expectations  for  this  encounter.      as  colourful  a  résumé  his  is,      stiles  never  faced  a  demigod  before.
                      ‘  yeah,     well,     takes  a  lot  more  than  a  tall  beauty  to  catch  me  by  surprise  these  days,     though  i  get  why  you'd  get  that  kind  of  reaction;     nothing  novel  ever  happens  around  here.  ’     AN  EASY  GRIN  LACES  HIS  LIPS,     EYES  GLIMMERING  WITH  SOMETHING  MILDLY  MISCHIEVOUS.     he  switches  the  cup  to  his  left  hand   &&.   shakes  hers  with  his  right.     MY  NAME  IS  DIANA.     ͟i͟ ͟k͟n͟o͟w͟,͟ ͟    he  does  not  say.     ‘  i'm  stiles.  ’
                      IF  THIS  IS  THE  TEMPERAMENT  OF  GODS  &&.  GODDESSES,      he  thinks  to  himself,      HE  MAY  JUST  ASK  FOR  A  REASSIGNMENT  TO  SUBDIVISION  DIVINITIES  AFTER  ALL.
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halfbreedsteel

the wind barely rustled his jacket as he touched down, boots hitting the rooftop with a solid *thud*. the sun caught the edge of his aviators for a second before he pushed them up into his dark hair, revealing a flash of wide, curious eyes underneath. leather creaked as he rolled his shoulders, hands shoved into the pockets of his worn jacket — the kind that looked like it had seen its fair share of flight and fights both. the red ‘s’ stitched across the shoulder stood out against the black like a quiet statement. and then he saw her.
          
          "okay. okay, wow." he hadn’t meant to say that out loud. but there she was — *the* wonder woman — standing like the storm had paused just to make room for her. "you’re actually real," he added, with a crooked grin that tried to play it cool but couldn’t quite hide the fanboy underneath. "i mean, obviously you’re real, but seeing you in person is, uh... yeah. kind of a big deal." he stepped forward, boots crunching against the gravel.
          
          "i’m conner. conner kent. superboy, depending on the day and who you ask. jacket’s not regulation, but it makes flying feel cooler ... not that i’m trying to impress you. i mean, maybe a little. you’re *wonder woman*. that’s, like… meeting batman but way more awesome and with better armor." he laughed — just once, sheepish — and ran a hand through his hair. "this is cool. seriously. i’ve read about you, seen the footage. but it’s kinda hard to believe it until you're standing right there." he paused, then added — a bit softer — "hope i don’t blow it."

halfbreedsteel

； no stress at all !
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THAVMASTOS

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his throat tightened. not from pain, but from the kind of ache that comes when someone says the thing you’ve needed to hear for years, maybe your whole life, and means it. he blinked, fast. looked away. sky was safer. stars didn’t judge you for getting choked up. her hand on his shoulder was steady, grounding. not heavy. not demanding. just there — like an anchor in the middle of a storm.
            
            "i've never really known where i belonged," he said, quietly this time. "metropolis wasn’t home. cadmus wasn’t either. i wanted to be like him, but every time i tried, it just felt like i was pretending. a shadow of the real thing." he finally looked back at her. not through the lens of awe anymore, but something more raw. honest.
            
            "does it get easier?" a pause. longer this time. "to know what to say. to make people feel like it’s all gonna be okay just because you showed up. to stop feeling like one wrong move and the whole world’s gonna see through you — realize you’re not enough." he shrugged, but it lacked his usual bravado.
            
            "i want to be someone they can trust. someone he can trust. but most days, i feel like i’m still catching up. like the world kept turning and i missed the first chapter." his voice wavered for half a breath before settling again. "but hearing that... that he’s proud of me. that you both think i have a place here..." he gave a quiet laugh. "yeah. that helps more than you know." he looked down at her hand still on his shoulder, then back up. his smile was smaller now, but real. the kind you only get when you're standing on solid ground again.
            
            "thanks, wonder woman. for saying all that. for being here. for making it feel like i don’t have to pretend. maybe one day, i’ll make someone feel that way too."
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THAVMASTOS

❝  ONLY LOVE CAN LOOK INSIDE A HUMAN HEART && SEE US FOR WHO WE ARE .  ❞  
          
          ⸺ jordan smith, "only love"

THAVMASTOS

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            a private && indie portrayal of DIANA PRINCE / WONDER WOMAN from DETECTIVE COMICS !  canon-divergent && headcanon-based !
            
            SEMI-SELECTIVE ,  SEMI-LITERATE to LITERATE ,  MULTI-SHIP w/ plotting !
            
            ‎ ‎ note :  all relationships require plotting && it's heavily encourages so i don't make mistakes !
            
            MATURE THEMES ,  such as :  violence ,  death ,  blood ,  gore ,  nsfw allusions ,  mythological-typical inc!st ,  the occult ,  mental instability !
            
            penned by CELIA !
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