Day 3 of #28DaysofBlackCosplay: the Superfly Trinity! This is the best family in the world and I love them so much!
(As always, if you know the cosplayers, let me know so I can give proper credit, my harddrive is jam packed with pics I’ve saved over the years.)
AN: ANGST, ANGST EVERYWHERE, you have been warned. Diana won today, and I really wanted to do something special with her. I really hope you guys enjoy this.
AN 2: So, I’ve decided to turn this into a series which means the second part will be re-written. If you even remember it. This is just the start!
“She’s already lost her father Diana, are you going to take away her mother too?”
Your grandmother’s voice is fraught with emotion, with a plea to your mother to stay. To live. Your mother’s voice is filled with determination. She’s made her choice, she’ll die a warrior, just like your father. “I am a warrior; this is my fight. This is my world. And I will save it so that my daughter has a chance to live in it.”
You don’t peak out from your hiding place. You know your mother’s jaw is set in a firm line, and that her eyes are hard with determination. She’s approaching her death, the same way she approached your school principal when you were being bullied.
You wrap your arms around yourself. Your grandmother sighs “Very well my child. Do what you must. Your daughter, my granddaughter, she has a place among your sisters.”
You want to laugh at that. You’re sixteen and you’ve never even met the woman who calls herself your grandmother. Your mother had been banned from Themyscira, due to her relationship with your father.
You can hear the heels of your mother's’ boots click across the floors, as she walks away. You step from your hiding place, when you can no longer hear the sound. You gaze out from the open temple as your mother’s figure slowly vanishes from sight.
Your grandmother smiles at you and says, “You’re as silent as your mother. When she was young she would hide and listen in on my council meetings. She taught you well.”
You shake your head, “My father taught me how to move. Neither wanted me anywhere near fighting, but my father wanted to make sure I could escape. I am the reigning hide and seek champion of Wayne Manor. My father and brothers couldn’t find me. Only Mother could. She says we think alike.”
Hippolyta’s smile fades for a second, before she regains it, “I see. You enjoyed your childhood.”
You nod, “There was always someone with me, even when the world was ending. Especially if the world was ending. More often than not it was one of my brothers, or Alfred. Titus was always there, but he passed away several years ago.”
You laugh, “A dog. I was never alone. I think they had all spent so much time alone, that they never wanted me to be that way. Just like they never wanted me to see the ugly in the world, so I wasn’t trained.”
“I’m surprised either of your parents would permit that.”
You sit down on one of the steps, and a moment later your grandmother sinks down next to you. “I’m not. They wanted me to have a normal life. They didn’t want me to go through the pain or the suffering. It was a noble hope I suppose.”
Another moment of silence passes and you say, “They always said I looked more like my grandmothers than I did them. They said I inherited the best traits of both you and my father’s mother.” You feel the first tear start to slip, “I’m alone now.”
Your grandmother’s arms wrap around you a second later, “No child, you have me, you have your mother’s sisters.”
You smile a bit as another tear rolls down your face, “I don’t belong here though. I saw the looks they gave me. I come from man’s world. They’re weary of me.”
“They will learn child.”
You shake your head, “They’re right. I know of this place, my mother told me stories, but I do not belong to this place.”
You stand, as your grandmother’s arms retreat. You give her one look before saying, “I wish I had been able to know you when I was young.” And then you’re running.
You hit the sand right as your mother is about to take off, but she stops at the sight of you. Her arms open to you, and you throw yourself into them, wrapping your arms around her neck, “You’re going to die. Please don’t leave me.”
Her fingers tangle in your hair, and she kisses your forehead, “Oh my sun and star, how I wish I could stay.”
Your voice is going somewhat hoarse, “Then stay, please stay.”
“My beautiful daughter. My baby girl. We’ll be reunited one day, hopefully on a day that comes no time soon. When it does come, your father and I will be waiting. But until then, make sure you live, and that you love, and that you let yourself be loved. You are beautiful, and smart, and so strong.”
You pull back, “I don’t want to be alone.”
She smiles at you and looks over your shoulder. Slowly you turn to see what she sees. Surrounding the two of you is an army of amazons. She smiles, “You are not alone. You are my daughter. That makes you the Princess of Themyscira.” She looks towards your grandmother who nods, and her smile widens. “That makes you an amazon. And that makes these women your sisters.” Slowly the women around you nod their heads as they all hold out their hands.
You turn to your mother, and she places something in your hand. The locket you father had given her on the day you were born. She opens it to reveal a picture of your entire family surrounding her, and you, on the day you were born. You stare at your father’s face, your brothers’ faces, Alfred’s face and the tears come harder. “Do not forget where you come from my daughter. And most certainly don’t forget who loved you.”
She pulls away, and the arms of two women you don’t know
wrap around you, and they hold you. You watch your mother leave with
pain in your heart. That’s the last time you ever see her.
My little doodle for Valentine’s Day! I hope you all had a wonderful day, whatever your celebrations were. <33 Just remember that single or not, you’re always fabulous and you’re always loved! God bless~ <33
I am thrilled to announce that I have several wonderful co-admins joining me on here. Together we’ll be monitoring this blog and making matches. The big thing now is getting the word out. Please make sure to re-blog this. We’ve had a bit of hate-anon going around lately and I want to counter-act it with this. We are a fandom made of some awesome and talented people, and I want to show case that.
I’ll be posting the rules shortly, and as soon as midnight hits EST the form will be made available. If this is a success I’m looking at doing this for other holidays as well. But let’s get through this one first. LOL
Some General Information
This blog is open to anyone wishing to receive a piece of DC fanfic, fanart, ect. on Valentines day. I’ll be creating a forum and then pairing people up, so it’ll be a bit of a challenge! If you would like to sign up to participate, all you’ll have to do is fill out the forum that will be out later today and submit it. You’ll then submit the work for review, basically to make sure everything is done kindly and within the guidelines. You’ll then get an approved message which mean’s you can go ahead and post it. We’ll send these pieces of art to each other using tagging, which means there will be no ANON submissions accepted. Also make sure you don’t tell your valentine it’s you until the day of this, is our secret admirer valentine! Also make sure you use the tag DCValentine too! I can’t wait to get started!
Late night paint job! #hippolyta shield is looking so much better with some color! I used brown/black acrylics and Antique Gold Rub n’ Buff.
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