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θ::|| @ofvoidx | diana of themyscira

There are few things more precious than having the love you pour into someone returned to you just as strong. Kassandra does not give away her heart so easily these days, but love is easy for her to give. She has so few attachments to this world that she can focus all of it into one person, they are her world and her tether to life. To know that Diana feels much the same, it warms her chest like a small fire. Just the right amount, their love is everything, but it doesn't burn so bright that it consumes them and leaves nothing but ash in the wake. Because that is not a healthy love.

Theirs is.

Kassandra steps into Diana's space, cradling the Amazon's strong jawline with her calloused fingers. That is a face she could stare into all day. The woman made of clay, and yet she looked like the marble statues she used to play around and scale as a child. Not a single imperfection on those features. And even if there were, she wouldn't love her any less for them. Diana is just as stunning on the inside as she is on the outside.

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θ::|| @ofvoidx | buffy summers

Something had told her to go back. She had finished up her last artifact run, Sunnydale was left without its slayer, it only felt right to check on the others and see how they were holding up. It almost felt wrong, leaving when she did, but she was never one to stick around long. Her duties still called for her to travel. But she had to return, something called her back to California. A hunch, intuition, a sense of responsibility maybe.

She pulled up to the Magic Shop, it was on the card Giles gave her, should she decide to come back some day, thinking maybe they would be doing just fine. What she hadn't expected was walking in to see Buffy standing there, casual as a conversation, nor the way she just turns to see Kassandra and says those three words. How? An artifact? She hadn't really heard much about resurrection, but then again, things seemed to work differently here.

Send a " ⭐ " and I will list muses I would be interested in throwing at yours, or potential muse combinations if you are also a multi.

You have an awesome roster and im very indecisive so this is probably going to feature a lot of yappin (but I sent this back to you, so we can cross reference- I'm flexible so im down for anything)

I'll knock these out of the way because they're the obvious canon interactions I'm always a sucker for! Bruce/Diana, Buffy/Angel, Leon/Claire, and not an obvious one but i do like crossing comics so Bruce/Carol or even Peter/Carol could be fun interactions

I could literally throw anyone at your OCS (and please do throw them at me, they're always welcome here). I sent a meme to Kristen from Leon but i think her meeting Ash could be amusing or even Ellie could create an interesting dynamic (I'm happy to take her out of TLOU I just havent gotten around to it).

anger, heavy and solid, rests in eliana's stomach each time she recounts the prydwen's flyover, speakers blaring their usual false heroics. she knew they'd begun forays into the commonwealth, had anticipated they'd start appearing en masse. she didn't necessarily know they would bring that absurd balloon ship.

she glances at kristen. she knows very little about the other woman, save for that she recalls her face from a decade prior. that familiarity brings with it a surprising sort of relief. maybe they aren't allies by default, but she knows what the brotherhood's presence means here better than most.

“ nope, ” she replies, punctuating the response with a quiet sigh. she runs a hand through her hair, her gaze upward as she tries to piece together her next steps. there's no world where she gets on the prydwen on her own.

“ which leaves the question, what do they want, and who are they getting it from? ” she knows damn well the institute is a real place and, as nefarious as they might be, the idea of the brotherhood blasting in to destroy and "reclaim" tech that might help the people of the wasteland makes her a little ill.

the black haired 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐈 with olive skin rested his head on a soft pack of elk hide . the cave in which the goddess had chosen to enter was warm with fire . it was still early in the morning , but midgard's chill was enough to wake anyone if it breezed through hard enough . it does not disturb the forigner as he sleeps . he listens to a voice call to him

perseus?

can you hear me?

his head shifts slightly . it's a woman's voice . one he knows too well . but he does not call out to it in his dreams . he doesn't dare .

perseus? it's time . you have to wake up now

❝ ... 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐀? ❞

ocean blue eyes reveal themselves as lids open . he sees a goddess standing over him . they call her the goddess of many things . she has various titles , though he has never been sure how to exactly refer to her . she is 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐀 of the vanir , a mighty warrior whose tales were the first perseus heard when he arrived in these lands . he looks to her for a moment , eyes locking with her own . he must have been talking in his sleep again . he prayed to her the night before . asking for purpose . a selfish request perhaps , but one that was genuine with melancholy

the demi-god moves onto his feet quickly . he wraps his blankets tight , tying a rope around the center as they are rolled up . he is a bulky looking man , but is not as brutish looking as his half brother . perseus has spoke little of the ghost of sparta . old wounds he supposed . literally that is

❝ we did not have elk where i came from ❞ it's a rather odd thing for him to say in such a situation . a goddess is standing before him . in another lifetime he would be kneeling before her & begging for her blessing . instead he speaks to her as an equal . there is a tone of deeper respect in his voice however , still making sure that freya knew he remembered she was a respected battle maiden . ❝ it seems the elk of midgard migrate when the snow melts . it's rather beautiful to watch ❞ perseus leans down , grabbing a bow leaning against the rocky wall which design is not native to this realm , or any realm freya has ventured for that matter . it belonged to a goddess whose fate is a mystery to even perseus . artemis was always fond of him . he hoped she had survived the fall , truly

the sling of the bow wraps around his right shoulder . perseus is covered in thick fur armor with a norse belt buckle around his waist . ❝ fimbulwinter has come to an end . your doing i assume? ❞ perseus' voice is a strong accent native to the forgotten city state of 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐒 , smooth as silk yet strong as steel

EMILY KALDWIN, called @ofvoidx, sent a missive:

No one wants to know what's in his head.

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"Are you sure? I'm fairly sure that Sokolov would enjoy a look at what's left of Ramsey." The attempt at humor is genuine, much like the subtle pat Corvo gives Emily's shoulder as he circles around her. One might find it disconcerting, the Royal Protector's movement more akin to the stalking of prey than how a man ought to conduct himself. Sizing up the scene before them, Corvo finally inclined his head.

"You did well." If he hadn't been paying such close attention, her arrival might have gone unnoticed. If he'd been a regular man, perhaps. Focusing inward, feeling the prickle of cool needles across the Mark on the back of his hand, Corvo's vision shifted towards sepia tones and darkened accordingly - only the most important things stood out from the street around them: the lumbering figures of gravehounds cast in bright yellow hues as they unsteadily shuffled across the ruined Tower gardens, and scattered supplies that may prove useful if either of them needed to quickly restock. From his vantage point, Corvo could make out the box-like case of pistol ammunition lying unguarded on an abandoned shipping crate, two grenades nestled together by a surprisingly upright table set for tea.

Deliah's witches could be amazingly careless, he'd come to learn. But for someone to try and make their last stand so close to the Tower was beyond foolish. It was desperate.

"Two below near the waterlock." Blinking away the Void-touched world of Dark Vision, Corvo turned his head to regard Emily. "One more is circling the main grounds. No sign of the witch yet, but she can't be far."

A faint smile passed across his face - what should be a familiar invitation to the young woman beside him. "So, higher or lower?"

Days like today are nice and quiet. The Outliers and Chelsea are in class, the other X-Men are off doing their own things. It left Jubilee with an empty house and the whole day to herself. She doesn't mind, sometimes it's nice to have that time to herself, Remy's cats and Waffles. Mr. St. Juniors was around somewhere, but he was tending to the grounds.

The morning had a slow enough start, as mornings out in Haven often did, Jubilee never got back into the swing of sleeping in too late, up around sunrise or just a little before, already had the coffee started. It would be a perfect day to catch up on some gaming, something she hasn't given herself the liberty of enjoying as of late. But those plans would have to wait, a sound from outside had caught her attention.

They weren't expecting any visitors today.

She grabs her jacket off the coat rack, her coffee abandoned, as she heads to the front door. If there's trouble afoot, she hopes it's something simple, with the others running various errands in town for Mr. St. Juniors, it wasn't like they could be over here at the drop of a hat. Well, Kurt, maybe, depending on how far out he is. Jubilee opens the door, realizing Waffles wasn't too far behind her. She doesn't make it two steps beyond the front porch when she sees who it is. "Easy, Waffles," she says, placing a reassuring hand on the sentinel dog's head. "Carol, what are you doing here?"