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@thymescira
sabrina's (23, any prns) extremely private diana prince/wonder woman experimental writing blog. primarily headcanon-based since i hate male comic writers xo. more info to come when i've settled on an aesthetic! for any questions, please refer to my IMs rather than diana's wiki!
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PROMPTS FROM SHREK 2 * assorted dialogue from the 2004 film, adjust as necessary
quick! tell a lie!
i can't believe you're just gonna walk away from the best thing that ever happened to you.
say something crazy, like "i'm wearing ladies underwear!"
i most certainly am not!
it's a thong!
i don't feel any different. do i look any different?
you still look like an ass to me.
nobody said i have the right to remain silent!
you have the right to remain silent. what you lack is the capacity.
stop. i have misjudged you.
join the club. we got jackets.
look, she's not seeing any clients today.
we're from the union.
we represent the workers in all magical industries, both evil and benign.
are you feeling at all degraded or oppressed?
okay, we're going to have a look around.
think of the saddest thing that's ever happened to you.
oh man. where do i begin?
they all got drunk and started hitting me with sticks, yelling "piñata! piñata!"
i need you to cry!
all i got in my room was shampoo.
i hate mondays.
who on earth are they?
that's not little. that's a really big problem.
we came, we saw them, now let's go before they light the torches.
they're my parents!
good! now's our chance! let's go back inside and pretend we're not home.
quick, while they're not looking, we can make a run for it.
you can do this.
i don't want to die!
oh sweet sister mother of mercy! i'm melting! i'm melting!
i'm sorry, the position of annoying talking animal has already been taken.
oh look! a little cat!
look out! he's got a piece!
are we there yet?
oh god help me! please!
tell the truth. will i ever be able to play the violin again?
i drank the potion and well, now... i'm sexy.
oh pick me! i'll be your true love!
someday i will repay you, unless of course i can't find you, or if i forget.
fear me, if you dare.
i had hoped you would never see me like this.
i'm sorry to both of you.
i just wish i could be the man that you deserve.
go! your lady needs you!
today, i repay my debt.
who dares enter my room?
i hope i'm not interrupting anything.
you are told correct, but for this i charge a great deal of money.
for five minutes, could you not be yourself?
it wasn't my fault! he didn't get there in time!
are you kidding? he's gorgeous! his face looks like it was carved by angels?
i see london! i see france!
why don't we drop in for a spell?
oh mexican food! my favorite!
you have forced me to do something i really don't want to do.
my diet is ruined! i hope you're happy.
they just want to give us their blessing.
who said i want to be part of this family?
look out! here comes the new me!
first things first. we need to get you out of those clothes.
did i miss?
pardon me. would you mind letting me go?
quit messing around!
almost everybody who meets you wants to kill you.
whatever happens... i must not cry.
can i help you, your majesty?
tell us about where you live.
i guess that will be a fine place to raise the children.
oh, stop being such a drama king.
i don't care whose fault this was, just get this place cleaned up.
i'm not going.
he's completely lost his mind!
we can't be lost.
i wasn't the one who refused to stop for directions.
you're so tense.
do you think you could get up there?
i've made changes for you. think about that.
i guess i gave her the wrong tea.
sorry. i thought that question was directed at me.
uh... FYI. not my fault.
we just need to work out something smarter, that's all.
i need to have someone "taken care of."
“ GODDAMN IT, DIANA!! ” Maeve doesn't want to be a goddamned flower, sprouting to life, beneath Diana's sunlight. She'd rather be burned by the fire. Even pity would feel better than affection. Elena had seen the monster beneath the crown, and it was a relief, honestly. It was a relief to be looked at like she was ugly, like she was something to be scared of rather than someone to be adored. Elena hadn't seen the blood on Maeve's hands and licked her clean. She'd seen the blood and drowned Maeve in it. Good. She deserves the pain, she'll take the pity, but leave her out of the love.
“ You don't get it. The things I've done. The things he's made me do.” She's killed for him. The most notable victim being her own beliefs. Her own dignity and respect. She has sacrificed every part of herself that still mattered and still climbed into bed with Elena, too selfish to give her up. Too selfish to give her the truth. She won't make the same mistake with Diana.
So, time for full disclosure: “ I didn't always hate Homelander. I didn't, ” she admits. The truth, this truth, feels like signing her own execution. “ He's seen the real me. But you, Diana? You just haven't.”
@thymescira ) starters galore.
there's a tempest of emotions swirling around within your azure gaze —— they're a mirror of the ones maeve's currently reflecting. the same haunting echoes of a warrior's burden, the same wounds carved deep into your soul by the weight of impossible choices. her outburst, voice jagged with pain, is like a sword suspended by a thread —— poised to fall and shatter whatever fragile trust you've managed to build amongst one another. the words maeve spits at you are laced with venom, but beneath them lies a festering wound, infected by guilt, shame, blood that stains her hands, and the soul she feels slipping further away each day. gods do not tremble before the fire —— they rise from its ashes, reborn from its flames. you do not wish to burn maeve, nor to even pity her —— she is not a flower to wither under your gaze, nor is she a monster to be feared. how do you show that?
you take a step closer; not to close the distance between you, but rather to offer your presence. a solidity that her crumbling walls can lean upon if she allows. there is no judgment in your eyes, only the wisdom of countless battles fought. not just with sword and shield, but with your heart. with your soul. “ does it terrify you that i see you? that i see the battles you fight, sacrifices you make —— even the pain you carry? you wear the scars like they are armor, but they are not the real you. it is not the entirety of you. ” the real her. the one she fears to show is not lost, merely hidden, awaiting to rise again. there is a wall maeve is desperate to keep between you —— as if your understanding is a blade she cannot afford let close to her heart. as if you will betray her like homelander. but, you press on, because you know —— oh, how you know —— the value of such wounds. as well as the danger of allowing them to fester in the dirt.
“ your choices do not repel me, maeve. you must know there is a strength within you, greater than anything he could ever taint or corrupt. you must know it. ”
whatever happens… i must not cry.
he is all fire and fury. an immortal molded from courageous battles and rightful honor, yet here he stands —— raw, exposed, and the fragility of his soul laid bare before you like the first tender shoot breaking through scorched earth. your heart tightens at the sight of thor, the all-mighty god who never yields, now standing on the precipice of emotions you know far too well. stepping closer, the wind tears at your hair, whipping your armor like a flag caught in a tempest. your hand reaches out, tender yet firm, comfortingly resting on his shoulder.
“ my friend—— ” your voice is a melody of compassion and resolve, strength woven into every syllable. sitting down beside the god, you offer a warm and understanding smile. “ there is no shame in tears. they do not make you weak, nor do they diminish your courage. even the mountains must weep to allow life to flourish in the valleys below! ”
THAT'S NOT LITTLE. THAT'S A REALLY BIG PROBLEM.
you are both warriors, molded by different worlds, yet bound by the same unrelenting sense of duty. natasha's right, of course —— this isn't a trivial matter. it's a storm brewing along the horizon, dark and foreboding, threatening to tear apart everything you've fought time and time again to protect. but, you are also wonder woman —— forged in the flames of battle and tempered with compassion. you understand the gravest challenges must be met with an unyielding resolve and a wide, open heart. still, a flicker of doubt burns within you —— not in your abilities or strength, but rather in the path the two of you must tread. the black widow comes from a world of shadows and secrets —— yours is a world of truth and the light piercing through darkness. how do you reconcile the two?
“ i like to think of it as: the bigger the problem, the bigger the victory. ” you counter with —— the amazon within you wishes to charge forward, confronting the problem head-on no matter its size. but, this situation demands more than brute strength. it requires strategy, precision, and even a bit of cunning personality. every shade of grey natasha embodies so effortlessly. as you take a breath, you can feel the steady rise and fall of your chest —— the familiar weight of your truth lasso coiled at your side helps keep you grounded as you collect your thoughts. “ we have faced threats beyond imagination before and we will do so again. when we combine our strengths, we become formidable. ”
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ok im done trying to make this blog pretty - im gonna write now!!! if anyone wants to WRITE, either hmu on IMs or send me a meme!!!!
do you guys perceive her <3
PROMPTS FROM SHREK 2 * assorted dialogue from the 2004 film, adjust as necessary
quick! tell a lie!
i can't believe you're just gonna walk away from the best thing that ever happened to you.
say something crazy, like "i'm wearing ladies underwear!"
i most certainly am not!
it's a thong!
i don't feel any different. do i look any different?
you still look like an ass to me.
nobody said i have the right to remain silent!
you have the right to remain silent. what you lack is the capacity.
stop. i have misjudged you.
join the club. we got jackets.
look, she's not seeing any clients today.
we're from the union.
we represent the workers in all magical industries, both evil and benign.
are you feeling at all degraded or oppressed?
okay, we're going to have a look around.
think of the saddest thing that's ever happened to you.
oh man. where do i begin?
they all got drunk and started hitting me with sticks, yelling "piñata! piñata!"
i need you to cry!
all i got in my room was shampoo.
i hate mondays.
who on earth are they?
that's not little. that's a really big problem.
we came, we saw them, now let's go before they light the torches.
they're my parents!
good! now's our chance! let's go back inside and pretend we're not home.
quick, while they're not looking, we can make a run for it.
you can do this.
i don't want to die!
oh sweet sister mother of mercy! i'm melting! i'm melting!
i'm sorry, the position of annoying talking animal has already been taken.
oh look! a little cat!
look out! he's got a piece!
are we there yet?
oh god help me! please!
tell the truth. will i ever be able to play the violin again?
i drank the potion and well, now... i'm sexy.
oh pick me! i'll be your true love!
someday i will repay you, unless of course i can't find you, or if i forget.
fear me, if you dare.
i had hoped you would never see me like this.
i'm sorry to both of you.
i just wish i could be the man that you deserve.
go! your lady needs you!
today, i repay my debt.
who dares enter my room?
i hope i'm not interrupting anything.
you are told correct, but for this i charge a great deal of money.
for five minutes, could you not be yourself?
it wasn't my fault! he didn't get there in time!
are you kidding? he's gorgeous! his face looks like it was carved by angels?
i see london! i see france!
why don't we drop in for a spell?
oh mexican food! my favorite!
you have forced me to do something i really don't want to do.
my diet is ruined! i hope you're happy.
they just want to give us their blessing.
who said i want to be part of this family?
look out! here comes the new me!
first things first. we need to get you out of those clothes.
did i miss?
pardon me. would you mind letting me go?
quit messing around!
almost everybody who meets you wants to kill you.
whatever happens... i must not cry.
can i help you, your majesty?
tell us about where you live.
i guess that will be a fine place to raise the children.
oh, stop being such a drama king.
i don't care whose fault this was, just get this place cleaned up.
i'm not going.
he's completely lost his mind!
we can't be lost.
i wasn't the one who refused to stop for directions.
you're so tense.
do you think you could get up there?
i've made changes for you. think about that.
i guess i gave her the wrong tea.
sorry. i thought that question was directed at me.
uh... FYI. not my fault.
we just need to work out something smarter, that's all.
i need to have someone "taken care of."
this is my last post, i swear, but i!!! love!!! her!!!!
VICTORIA NEUMAN The Boys — 4.05: Beware of the Jabberwock, My Son
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okayyyy some things about diana/this blog before we get the show going:
nudity was 100% normalized on themyscira. literally, there were no men - who gives a fuck? if you sexualize this concept, i will literally rip your head from your skull??? but i do think diana is comfortable with nudity/being nude herself, she doesn't hold any shame to herself nor does she find anybody should be ashamed of their bodies. i just think she finds bodies very beautiful and likes to admire bodies!!! take this girl to admire those nude statutes!!!!
diana also doesn't shave lmao. fuck that? again, shaving wasn't even a thought on themyscira and none of the women there do it? i think diana has practiced shaving on/off throughout her life/tenure outside of paradise island but... yanno. she just doesn't care enough to really maintain it??
i don't write diana as having a no-kill rule, but more of a "do everything else first but if that doesn't work ... last resort" rule. diana is very compassionate and has much empathy for people, but this does not weaken her ability to recognize the difference between making bad choices vs having bad morality.
a focal point of this blog will be women-loving-women relationships. i think on themyscira, the norm is definitely wlw relationships considering... once again, no men. i think diana, while identifying as pansexual, isn't one to necessarily chase after men? steve was a natural romance that occurred for her and hence, i do believe diana can be attracted to men based on natural attractions/romances. BUT, i do think she has a main preference/attraction towards women since that is what she's most comfortable with. (and where the majority of her personal experience comes from.)
i haven't necessarily chosen a faceclaim for diana yet, but i am definitely going to make her a woc. i have two faceclaims in mind, not sure who i'm going to pick yet but once i do, i'll obviously discuss the changes to the narrative it'll make and etc etc.
another focal point on this blog are the first and second waves of feminism. while i will be focusing on the third wave (and even forth wave/the current wave) of feminism, obviously diana's story really starts during the second world war, when the feminist movement was beginning to lose its momentum post-women's suffrage. i really want to detail how wonder woman, as a figure, differs from diana prince, as an activist, during this time period. because yes, there are differences! one is a public figure, the other is simply just... a civilian activist!
