-Bruce gets very very cold towards anyone, including his s/o. He doesn’t know how to voice how he feels so he tries to get everyone to not want to talk to him, which can result in arguments with his s/o (which he then needs to apologize for and hesitantly explain why he acted like he did)
-Dick has faith that his s/o would never cheat on him, especially if someone kind of sleazy is hitting on them. He will, however,drape an arm around their shoulders or wrap it around their waist, basically try to maintain physical contact and assert that he’s with his s/o so that everyone knows not to even try to hit on his s/o
-Jason gets really angsty because he definitely has self-worth insecurity and looks down on himself, so he gets mopey and self-deprecating. It’s kind of up to his s/o to bring him out of this mood and tell him that none of the things he seems to think about himself aren’t true. He won’t hesitate to fight someone though if he thinks that they’re getting too too close.
-Tim tends to get depressed and think that maybe his s/o would be better off with someone else while he begins to think about all of the things he does “wrong” in life. His s/o would have to remind him that they willingly chose to date him and that even if any of the things he thought were remotely true, they would still stay by him to the end of the earth
- Duke would get kind of quiet and try to act like it doesn’t bother him that his s/o is getting hit on or anything. Sometimes people don’t realize that he’s jealous, but his s/o will notice that he’s not as effervescent and give him a peck on the cheek and squeeze his hand to reassure him
- Damian gets jealous if someone monopolizes time with his family, say, at galas and he’ll shoot dirty looks and give mean comments to get the aforementioned offender away from him and whatever family member they’re swarming around. This happens often with girlfriends and boyfriends. Just friends in general.
-Tim sometimes gets jealous if people have really good food that he can’t have and he’ll do the longing side eye that people do, especially in restaurants and when it’s his siblings’ food
-Damian also gets jealous if someone else gets praise and he isn’t commended at all for his efforts, even if they did the same thing. He feels that his efforts go entirely unnoticed while someone else gets all the glory, which leads to his fuming internally but composed and cold on the outside
-Dick gets jealous when he thinks people are choosing to leave him behind and go to someone else, especially when it’s his close friends. His jealousy will often turn to melancholy reminiscence when he realizes that he can’t prevent or change what people do (even if he’s completely wrong and nobody is leaving him)
-Jason gets jealous and angry when people beat him in competitions, even if it’s something totally meaningless like who can get the most high scores on an arcade machine. Cue him being really pissy and shunning whoever he was competing with
-Duke gets jealous when someone gets something that he wants (ie nerdy merch, a cool book, etc.) and he’ll kind of hint that “oh hey, that’s cool. Did you just get it? Can I look at it?” until they get that he wants to borrow it for a while (he usually gives it back. Usually)
Would you do another thing with Daja? Or maybe Lark or Rosethorn. Because I'm currently questioning and I envy the easy acceptance of their gayness/bisexuality. There's no way in hell my family would be okay with me not being straight so yeah, I'd kinda like to live vicariously through them for a bit sorry for asking.
don’t ever be sorry for asking kindly for things, nonny. this one’s all yours.
when they come home from namorn, a lot of things happen—
little bear comes running and cleans all their faces while briar complains about his manly pride and nice clothes (he gives the old pup a belly rub later, when no one but daja can see him go soft and tired, because he knows she will not taunt or comfort, just stand).
glaki comes pounding out of discipline cottage, wraps around tris like the vegetable garden is twining around briar, the way evvy is pretending she doesn’t want to, and tris pets glaki’s hair and tries not to remember how much she has grown without her.
sandry will step back into her uncle’s court the next day, and she will be sure, suddenly more sure than she’d been the whole ride back, that she had made the right decision. the citadel will smell like sealing wax and old stone and dried ink. when she steps into her uncle’s study, there will be a mantle of responsibility returned to her shoulders that is just the right weight, that is just what she wants. her uncle will look up from his letters and the light of pride in his eyes will be better than all the riches and legacy of the inheritance that she signed away to a good man.
for now, though: “i thought the snow might give your roots frostbite,” evvy sniffs at briar.
“doubting my training,” rosethorn warns. “i taught my boy better than that."
it’s when rosethorn hugs briar that evvy breaks down and squeezes him tight around the ribs. briar presses one cheek into evvy’s kerchief, tangles a hand in rosethorn’s habit and doesn’t let go until he knows he can grin like he can’t smell woodsmoke on even this peaceful air.
while glaki chases chime around the yard, tris watching like the fond sister she pretends she’s not, while briar teases evvy and sandry buries her face in the sensible cotton smell of lark, daja slips out the garden gate.
daja climbs over the flat walks of winding circle until she finds frostpine’s forge, its little bedroom tucked above it, the sharp scents of the metals and the rounded undertone of coal and wood. she wishes everything else were so easy to distinguish by smell as copper and tin, gold and iron.
his hug is bone-crushing, acrid, and his eyes are clever and dark when he pulls back and looks at her. frostpine gives her a spare apron of his that she’s almost big enough to wear now and a hammer that’s swimming with his magics and they strike metal, shape and sweat in silence until the day is over. daja makes hinges and crafts sigils for some heavy lock boxes that she’s sure even briar would have trouble breaking into. she makes a bucketful of nails, for old times’ sake.
they forsake the warmth of the baths, after, and go plunge into the sea instead, like they’re hot steel they want to quench. daja’s not sure she’s the right temperature for this, the right hue of glowing red. what if it makes her brittle, not strong? what if her ore was poor quality in the first place? a trader turned lugsha, who weaseled her way back in; a woman who loves beautiful women and then leaves them.
frostpine gets the story out of her, because he is safe the way she has known few men to ever be, because there are few people more patient in silence than she is but he is one. daja has never had a broken heart before, and she has never been one for many words, but she tries to explain.
sandry will try to help—she will take daja out riding, keep her moving, because that is how sandry outruns her griefs, always has. she pours her heart into other things, other work.
tris will give her books to read, because they give you a way out to better things, because they give you something to put between your face and a world that’s not interested in looking at you right.
briar will take her out to meet pretty young women, like delicate flowers, and daja will feel sooty no matter how well she scrubs her smiths’ hands clean.
but frostpine listens quietly. he asks her if she can smell the little bits of metal in the waves, the buried treasure far offshore. “your nose has gotten better,” he says. “i’m sorry about rizu.” they dry off, then soak in the communal baths after all, and then he walks her back to discipline. he kisses her on the forehead, warm hands on her cheeks, bristling beard ticking her nose, and says, “you might want to talk to your foster mothers.”
"you know, rosie broke my heart once,” lark says companionably, when daja does ask, shyly, over tea and honey and milk. rosethorn blushes furiously and daja stares. lark starts to tell a story and rosethorn stomps off to find a stronger tea.
they tell daja stories of lark the young acrobat, who fell in love with every pretty girl who came to her shows and didn’t kiss one. it’s late and they are all sleepy, guards down, when rosethorn talks about the first boy she loved, haystacks and very young promises, angry fathers. lark was the fourth woman rosethorn decided to love, and the other three names roll off rosethorn’s tongue, easy. daja listens hard for something like sorrow, like regret, and doesn’t hear it.
“we are a lot more than the places we have decided to lay down bits of our heart,” says lark, “or the people we have offered to give our hearts to. but that’s one part of you all the same: who and what and how you love. i know it hurts right now, chickadee, but you loved her and she loved you. that matters, no matter if it lasts. living, you get bruises. you get strong muscles and bones that don’t heal right. you get so many homes and broken hearts. you live in all those places and you don’t always get to choose which ones to keep.”
“you’re a hardy one,” says rosethorn. “you’ll outlive it.”
“what rosie means is: we love you, and we’re here if you need it.”
after, daja climbs up to the thatched roof where they watched clouds get born as children. the sun is rising. she has her heavy brass-tipped staff and her own smallest chisel. she wants to carve something into the metal here, into the life’s story written out in the circling design. it might be rizu’s name. it might be her own.
How did Rosethorn and Lark get together, and how long have they been together?
A lot of you are asking variations on this question, so I’ll answer the first one I received!
A coughing sickness broke out in the Mire, and the people who were taking care of the sick were overwhelmed. Lark was living there at the time, and she came to help. She got sick.
Rosethorn came to do medicines and noticed her. Even though Lark was sick, she would do her best to tumble for the children who were sick, until she wasn’t able to any more. Rosethorn liked her. She’d look in on her when Lark was in bed, and bring Lark’s share of medicine. She could feel the pull of Lark’s magic, and as Lark began to mend, Rosethorn asked if Lark had ever been examined for magic. Lark laughed and told her not to be ridiculous.
One day, Rosethorn came and Lark was gone. The caretakers told Rosethorn that Lark had felt well enough to go home. Rosethorn got a little panicky and asked where home was, and then went hunting for Lark. She finally found her in this dreadful little room, and the door was open. She was about to go in, but as she looked inside, Lark was holding her hand over a blanket on the chair and the threads were coming out of the blanket and rising up to wrap around her hand.
Rosethorn asked her again why she never studied magic, and Lark said “I couldn’t afford it.” And Rosethorn said, “Well, you can now.”
They’ve been together seven or eight years by now, I think.
Georgie Lark spent the first ten years of her life in London before she moved across the atlantic ocean to a town by the name of Starling City. Not long after the move her parents’ marriage ended in a bitter divorce and Georgie coped the best way she know how: Studying. She graduated high school a year early, went straight to Boston University where she got a degree in Criminal Justice, and befriended MIT student Felicity Smoak. Upon graduating, she trained at the police academy before returning to Starling with honors and a job on the police force.
As if the vigilante isn’t enough of a pain in her ass already, the particle accelerator in Central City explodes shortly after her promotion to detective, and the cases that land on Georgie’s desk become increasingly inexplicable. It doesn’t help her frustration that Felicity finally admits to working with the Green Arrow and knowing his true identity. And just when life can’t possibly get any stranger, Georgie is recruited by Rip Hunter - a man who claims that his team of misfits and criminals travel through time, and he desperately needs someone to help keep the Legends from killing each other.
And so Georgie Lark embarks on a journey to solve her strangest case yet: How to erase Vandal Savage from history.
As I understand it, Lark and Rosethorn have been together quite a long time. Occasionally Rosethorn and Crane had gotten together. Did Lark ever join them or was that relationship strictly Rosethorn and Crane? Is it my correct understanding that Crane and Rosethorn stopped their relations?
It was strictly Rosethorn and Crane. Lark likes Crane more than Rosethorn does as a friend and as a person, but Lark is a lesbian. Crane and Rosethorn still hook up occasionally. When they have a major breakthrough on something they’ve been working really hard on, like a cure for the epidemic, they get all hot and bothered and collapse into a bed somewhere. That might last for a couple of days, they’ll argue about something, and Rosethorn will go back to Lark. Lark doesn’t mind. She knows who Rosethorn will always return to. The three of them are a family.
If Rosethorn hadn’t found Lark, she’d probably be living alone like Crane does.
My favourite thing about the Circle of Magic series is how, at the start, the four kids can’t stand one another.
Daja thinks of all of them as kaqs, though she respects Sandry for showing her kindness. Tris sure doesn’t trust the monstrous trader girl, or the stuck-up noble, or the thief she’s will rob her, at the very least. Briar doesn’t trust anyone, he’s just sticking around for the grub and plants, he just hopes that he’ll be able to take ‘em in a fight, even without a knife. And there’s Sandry, in the middle of it all, with a big smile, who just wants friends.
And by the end, they’re so much more than that. Sure, they might have had their ups-and-downs, but at the end of the day, they’re siblings, and they love each other, and will protect each other, no matter what.
Hi there! As may be unsurprising to you, I originally found your writing from your Susan and Wendy posts, and oh gosh I just fell in love with how you take what was given and make it more. And then I read all those other fic you wrote about fabulous ladies and wowowow I am pretty in awe of you right now. I've spent a lot of time thinking about nogitsune!Allison now, that's for sure. Anyway, I saw that you love Will of the Empress and I feel like that's such an underrated book/series, plz discuss
(i am constantly surprised. i call my mother. i say MOM PEOPLE ARE STILL READING SUSAN. and she says yes hon it’s very nice).
ok friends this is a great idea. lemme tell you about this book called will of the empress. it’s got cute lesbians and more than half the series’ main cast is not white. it’s got massive found family feels and one of the subplots is literally how dare you victim blame, you assholes. but i’m gonna rewind real quick and give you some context because it’s like book nine in a series and one of its greatnesses is the way it builds on what came before.
this is a series about four kids who make an adorable found family with their two adopted moms lark and rosethorn (and their like ten other adoptive moms nico, crane, frostpine…). it comes in quartets—each kid gets their own book. in the first quartet circle of magic they’re all like ten and dweebs and traumatized.
sandry is one of the spunkiest things you’ll ever meet, a noble girl with footloose parents who dragged her all over the globe before they died in a plague halfway around the world. she got stuck in a locked, hidden room with no candle, waiting for impossible rescue—she’s afraid of the dark for the rest of her life.
briar is a street kid, part of a thieving gang, who’s caught one to many times. instead of getting sentenced to the docks, the same man who was sandry’s impossible rescuer (nico, their mom #5.2) takes custody of him and takes him to winding circle.
daja is a trader, one of a (well realized, described, complicated, and non-vilified) roving community of isolationist merchants. when all of her family but her is lost at sea, she is declared bad luck and forbidden from speaking to her people ever again. nico, too, finds her.
tris is the daughter of prosperous, proper parents who have passed her from relation to relation because when tris gets mad, scared, or stressed, things happen. when they run out of relatives to drop her on, they shuffle her off to winding circle, where nico snatches her up, like the mover-about of tiny abandoned children that he is.
and then the series itself happens and traumatizes these little ducklings all further: earthquakes, pirates, forest fires, plague. the kids live through them, learn and help and grow, and build a thriving little family with their like six moms (two of which are some of the aforementioned adorable lesbians— though they don’t become explicitly canon til later (*edit: and rosethorn is specifically bi and poly). lark/rosethorn my domestic lovelies).
the second quartet follows them four years later, when the kids have all gone off to travel different parts of the world with each of their teachers, except for sandry, who’s stayed home to take care of her uncle, who like rules the kingdom or something. they all undergo various new and exciting traumas, from gangs to serial killer to arsonists, as well as each ending up saddled with a student of their own to teach. (did i mention they’re magic? magic done through the crafts you love, except for tris, whose magic is… natural disasters? tris has a hard life)
but yeah, now, in the second quartet, each of the four has their own adventures. they learn new things, bond harder to their teachers, and mentor (or in some cases adopt) tiny mage students of their own. they become responsible, aware, and jumpy as more and more of the worlds’ dangers get shoved in their faces. they learn they can live through it, like they always have, but they also learn that you have to keep your eyes open.
and then they come home.
this, my friends, is will of the empress, one of my favorite books i’ve ever read. it’s been another four years. they are adults now, these four men and women who spent their childhood joined at the hip, living out of each other’s minds and magic in the face of awful odds. but they’ve all lived through worse odds now, apart.
daja is a successful businesswoman, proud and delighted, but she’s shattered when she comes back to winding circle to discover her old home will no longer welcome someone who’s neither a child nor in need of training. daja has been banned from too many homes to forgive that easy.
tris comes home more powerful than she left, trailing behind her four years of shunnings and frightened glances. she cannot remember how to trust even her siblings.
sandry, who never left, feels abandoned, especially when her foster siblings come home wearing strong shields and stranger’s visages. she is powerful and important in her uncle’s court, a fair hand and calm political presence. she has missed her family and, in so many ways, none of them have come home.
briar got caught up in a war in the four years he’s been away. he has nightmares, waking and sleeping. he’s grinning and wry, jokey and rakish. he does not want his siblings to see the sort of blood that lives behind his eyes these days.
there’s an engaging and driving political plot, as sandry’s dangerous empress of a cousin summons her to play diplomat at her far-off court and her siblings go along to keep sandry safe, but this is most strikingly a book about growing up: they are not children, and the connections they had as kids were precious and important and so very good, but they can never be those people again.
briar jumps at odd noises and sandry has a country’s weight on her shoulders. daja is learning how to fall in love and tris is trying to find a way to live that doesn’t involve destroying every thing she touches.
they are not as they were, but they are still family—a family of choice and they will choose each other again and again. but they have to build something new, out of their ashes and wars and new magics, new loves. they have to grow up, and they do.