Friday, June 29, 2018

Unwanted Grief (DC-AmyVerse)

Persephone Carter-Sousa stood between her Uncle Clark and Uncle Barry. While neither were biologically related to the teen, both were close friends to her mother. Her aunts, cousins, and other family members surrounded the trio on one side of the obsidian barrier. Across the family were other people who knew Amelia, such as employees at Carter Industries. Or old friends from Gotham Prep, Harvard, or childhood friends. Various members of the Justice League stood opposite of the family, such as Green Lantern, Hawkman, Hawkgirl, Wonder Woman, Vixen, Zatana, even Constatine. Her mother had some amazing friends hero or not.

A single tear ran down her cheek as she stared at the large coffin in front of her. Her mother pale and still form inside the soft cream silk interior, hidden from the world. Peonies and lilies covered the top of the casket. It loomed largely in front of the teen. Silently taunting her of death’s hold upon life. As death had taken her mother, suddenly and quickly.

Blankly, the sixteen year old female stared in front of her. On the opposite side of her mother’s casket stood her father. A man, she had met only a handful of times in her life. Bruce Wayne was not someone she could say she got along with. He frightened her, fear still lingered in her bones from their first introduction of one another. That fear grew even more, when her mother revealed to her just who the billionaire was in relation to her. With her mother gone, there was nothing that could keep her out of his grasp.

The court battles over Persephone, while the public was unaware of the them, said teen was very much aware.

Briefly, she locked gazes with her father. The same cold ice blue eyes, the only thing that she had inherited from Gotham’s Dark Knight.

Easily, she could see the sorrow in the icy depths.

Anger filled her, he didn’t deserve to feel sad. Bruce Wayne had done nothing but hurt her mother, time and time again. Never once did he care for her mother, never in the sixteen years that she had been alive or the eight years he had been married to her.

A hand fell on Seph’s shoulder, spooked she looked away from her father to meet her Uncle Clark’s gaze. His sea blue eyes filled with tears. “It’s time, Seph,” he gently told her.

Slowly and hesitantly, she stepped forward and laid the white rose on the black coffin. She pressed a kiss to the cold metal, that entombed her mother.

“Mom,” she softly whispered, unwilling to say goodbye to her mom.

Once she stepped back, to join her family, others stepped forward to say their own goodbyes. She sniffed and wiped away. Safely tucked into Superman and the Flash’s sides, sobs began to fall from her lips.

Heart wrenching painful sobs ripped themselves from her chest, she could barely breathe. But several arms wrapped themselves around her and held her upright.

“Oh, Seph,” the voice of Kara Danvers softly and sadly said.

Unwilling to watch anyone else say goodbye, she hid herself in Clark’s arms. A habit she had developed early on in life. Her Kryptonian relatives always gave the best hugs aside from her mom, Uncle Barry, and Aunt Cait.

Pain filled her as she realized that she would never get another hug from her mom. Whimpers escaped her lips as she tried to feel warmth of some kind. Cold filled her and embraced her much like death had held her mother.


Friday, June 15, 2018

DC Amy-Verse

"Clark, Kara," Amy softly called out. She knew her two favorite Kryptonians would be able to hear her from the Cortex.

Within a few seconds, both Clark and Kara arrived along with Barry. Amy raised a silent eyebrow in the speedster's direction but didn't utter a word.

"What is it, Amy?" Clark asked as he looked at Amy with a concerned look on his face.

"This data from Batman and Arrow's sample. It looks off," she explained as she moved over to allow Barry and the two Kryptonians room to read the information on the screen.

The mother of one gently ran her fingers through Charlotte's dark locks. The little girl looked up and met her mother's dark eyes. Confusion on her face as she glanced at her aunt and uncles. Amy pressed a kiss into Charlie's hair. The little girl climbed into her mom's lap and continued to color her picture.

"Huh," Barry said as he looked at Amy. "These readings are off, but not in the usual way."

"How so?" Amy asked as she looked at the CSI with a frown on her face.

"The DNA from the arrow head and batarang. The blood sample, I can't get a positive match in the system. But I may be able to break down the samples to find possible paternity or maternity matches," Barry admitted as he met Amy's gaze with a concerned look upon his face.

"The samples look familiar. I'll run the breakdown sequence and see what we get," Barry added as he left the Cortex.

Amelia rolled her eyes as she realized Barry was probably in the lab to set up the changes.

"Uncle Barry is funny, mommy," Charlie commented from Amy's lap.

The dark haired female shook her head at her daughter's words about her uncle. Clark and Kara both laughed at Charlotte's obvious remark.

"You're not wrong, Lotte. Barry is funny," Kara agreed with a grin.

"Hey!" Barry cried out from the entryway of the Cortex.

Charlotte jumped off her mom's lap and wrapped her her arms around Barry's lets. "I still love you, Uncle Barry," she told him as she looked with wide innocent eyes. Eyes that shined brightly in the room lights.

Before Barry could respond, a voice interrupted the moment. "Barry, did the results give us anything?"

Charlotte gasped, her grip on her uncle's legs tightened as she attempted to hide herself from the man who stared at her funny. The others who joined him gave the four year old, the same odd looks. She turned away to avoid being seen.

"Nothing conclusive, at the moment, Bruce," Amy answered to keep her ex-husband's attention away from her daughter.

A frown and glare were sent in Amelia's direction from Gotham's Most Eligible Bachelor, but Amy chose to ignore his actions. Instead she smiled at the sight of Dick Grayson, who stood just behind Bruce. She remembered when she and Bruce had decided to foster the acrobat.

"Hello, Dick," Amy greeted him with a warm smile on her lips.

"Melia," he replied as he stepped around his adopted father. The first Robin moved forward and pulled Amy into a hug. Neither said a word, as they pulled apart. The dark haired male jerked his head in the direction of where Charlotte hid herself.

With pursed lips, Amy gave him a hesitant nod. Her eyes strayed to Bruce with a soft glare in her eyes, before she looked back at Dick. He sent her a soft smile before he made his way closer to Barry and Charlotte.

"You are a cutie," Dick complimented the little girl. "My name is Dick Grayson, what's your name?" he asked as he knelt down in front of the little girl.

Her bright blue eyes curiously met his, her head tilted to the side as she peeked at Dick from behind her uncle. Charlie flicked her eyes over to her mom's to see the warmth and reassurance that made her feel at ease.

"Charlotte Caitlin Kara Carter-Sousa," she proudly answered with sparkling eyes filled with delight.

"Caitlin Kara?" Dick wondered as he heard her middle names.

With a nod of her head, the little girl answered, "After my Auntie Cait and Auntie Kara." Her blue eyes flicked over to meet the eyes that belonged to her Kryptonian aunt. "Momma couldn't choose and figured she'd give me two middle names, just like her."


Friday, June 8, 2018


The clock tower in the center of town looms high, lights from the base shine up sides of the bricks. A rainbow is painted in lights up and down the walls. Strength is found in those who stop or just glance at the building.

At the base of the tower, a pair sit on the steps in the twilight sky of pale lavender.

"This is it," the younger of the two says softly. "This is the symbol of me and what I've done this year."

A smile that is fond and sad, crosses the older sister's face. "You're more than just a rainbow," she replies. "But you're my favorite one, if you have to be."

Laughter bubbles up and falls from their lips. "Good to know. But are you?" the short haired woman trails off in her question to her sister, who is more petite.

Long dark, slightly purple tinted hair flails. "Not yet, but you are strong for sharing what you did."

A silence falls between the sisters as they watch the sky darken. The rainbow in the sky against the old worn bricks shines brightly in the sky and upon the sisters. 


Dedicated to my little sister, who just this year came out to the world as being bisexual. I don't care what she is, to me she will always be my little sister. It doesn't matter who you love, love is love and it doesn't judge.

Wednesday, May 30, 2018

This Is May (Journal)

May is almost over, and a lot has happened this month yet so little at the same time.

What have I done this May?

Mermay, I've been drawing a mermaid everyday in the month of May.I have desperately been wanting to get back into drawing and sketching. This has been a huge motivation for me. I might post pictures next week of my pieces if anyone is interested. There aren't many finished pieces as they're just rough sketches but some of them mean a lot to me, and some are super different.

I did my fifth year of Free Comic Book Day, it was a lot of fun to do with my sister. We've been doing it for five years now and it's always a blast. We're able to see more of the comic book community in our home town. Together we went to two comic books shops in our area and collected the ones we wanted. Our first stop was Starbucks, though for coffee. A tradition that has been going on for five years.

The Titanic Exhibit, on Dia de Madres (Mexico's Mother's Day) my family and I went to the Titanic Exhibit. I've already done a post on my experience.

My sister got a job this month. I'm super happy for her. She's only been on the job for about a week now but she's enjoying it. I drive her to and from work, so my gas has been leaving my car faster than I would like. Gas is really expensive where I live at the moment.

As a kid every Memorial Day weekend, we watched the Indianapolis 500. This meant the phone was off and no one dared to leave the living room after the race had started. It's been a tradition for my dad for a very long time, one that my sister and I have picked up.

This past Sunday was no different, I got up to go to McDonald's for breakfast (another tradition). It was the first year after my dad's heart surgery that we all were able to watch the race. Last year my dad was one state over recovering at a rehab hospital. We did watch the race but it hadn't felt the same without him. This year we watched the race. There were no big crashes this year, which was nice to see. I would have preferred an Andretti Autosport win, but nope.

We have our favorite teams and drivers. And as a general consensus we don't really like Team Penske or the drivers for that team. Just personal preference, they come off a bit snobbish. But that is neither here nor there.

The Indy 500 finished, and imagine to our surprise when ABC said that they would airing the Monaco Grand Prix. I've never seen it on TV before, so it was exciting for me to watch. Dad was pretty pumped too. Following the end of the 78 lap race, the Coca-Cola 600 started. It was great to have all three races back-to-back-to-back. Usually after the 500 we try to catch a nap before the 600 but that didn't happen for me this year. Both my dad and sister took naps to watch the races.

Overall, May has been an interesting one for me. But it felt familiar at the same time. This is May.


Monday, May 21, 2018

Family Outings (TAG)

Five year old, Ella Rosewood stood beside her older brother John as he expertly and gently manipulated the claw machine, they were in front of. The mahogany haired girl watched in awe with rapt attention as the claw reached down and grabbed the grey owl, Ella had been eyeing when they first arrived at the restaurant. John’s tongue peeked out as he looked at the claw and prize with concentration.

The claw came up and dropped the stuffed toy down the chute. The strawberry blonde reached down and picked up the toy. “Here you go, Ella,” the nine year old boy handed the owl to his little sister.

Ella accepted the owl and gave her brother a hug. “Thank you, John. He’s so cute,” the five year old gushed.

John chuckled and gently patted Ella’s head. He gently disrupted her curled pigtails that had been tied with blue ribbons. John awkwardly looked at their dad and older brother, Scott, for help.

“Ella, what did John get you?” Jeff Tracy asked the dark red haired girl as he picked her up and placed her on his hip.

As Ella answered her dad’s question, Jeff walked them to the car. While, Scott and John followed behind.

Scott looked over at John, “That was nice of you to get Ella, the owl,” Scott told his brother. A smile on his face as they reached the car.

Jeff Tracy was putting Ella in her car seat. Lucille Tracy had placed seven year old Virgil and three year old Gordon in their car seats. Scott and John waited for their dad to finish.

“She really wanted that owl,” John answered as he met Scott’s gaze. “Besides, Ella was well behaved during lunch. She just sat on the table and colored in her coloring book.”

Scott nodded in agreement. “You’re not wrong,” he agreed.

Before he could elaborate further, “Alright you two, get inside,” Jeff said as he turned from Ella to Scott and John.

The two older Tracy boys moved inside and buckled themselves into the van. As Scott moved past Ella he gently ruffled her hair. A giggle fell from her lips, at her brother’s actions. He sat in the back, just behind Ella. Virgil just behind Gordon’s seat with John in the middle next to Scott. The Tracy Patriarchs both in the front seat.

Lucy had a smile on her face as she glanced at her children. The five of them were wonderful, despite, Ella being adopted into the family. Scott and John had never held it against her, while Virgil was only two years older than Ella. All of her boys loved Ella and she couldn’t be more proud of them.

As Jeff drove through town back to their small little farm, all five of the Tracy children chattered with each other. Excitement from the outing, but eventually Gordon drifted to sleep. Ella and Virgil followed after the youngest Tracy boy, moments later.

“Out like little lights,” Lucy commented as she looked at her three sleeping children.

Friday, May 18, 2018

Celestial Cookies (TAG)

Meanwhile, in the kitchen Alan and Ella were pulling out plates for the cookies. The Rosewood female had hidden the baked sweets to keep them away from her family. She knew better than to leave anything out for her siblings to get into.

“Hey, Ella,” Alan softly spoke as he looked over at his sister. “Can I ask you a question?” A curious look in his eye.

“Of course,” she answered with a smile as she stared at the shelves.

“Do you have a crush on Scott?” the blonde haired boy innocently asked.

Ella dropped on of her containers. It fell onto the counter with a loud clank. Her eyes widened as she spun to look at her little brother in shock. Never, had she expected for her baby brother to ever ask her a question like that. Had she been eating or drinking, she would have choked easily. So many thoughts ran through her head as she tried to find words.

“Everything alright in there?” Grandma’s voice could be heard from the living room.

“Everything’s fine, Grandma!” Ella called back in hopes that the matriarch wouldn’t peek into the kitchen. She sent Alan a frown from his earlier question.

“Hurry up with those cookies, Ella. Gordon looks ready to barge in,” Grandma warned from the living room.

“We’ll be a few minutes, Grandma,” Alan called out as he grabbed a few cookies from one of the containers. “Well?” he asked as he turned his attention back to his sister.

An annoyed sigh and gold-brown eyes were rolled. “Alan, I’ve been in love with Scott for my entire life. And he only sees me as his little sister. That’s all he’ll ever see me as,” she admitted with a sadness in her eyes.

Alan frowned at his sister’s words. He had never seen her look at heartbroken as she did in that moment.

With a wipe of her hand against her eyes to catch the unshed tears, she turned her attention back to Alan. “Let’s get these cookies out into the living room. Gordon or Virgil might bust in here demanding to be fed,” she suggested with a sniffled laugh.

Alan didn’t say a word. How could he? Instead he helped his sister arrange the large selection of cookies on the four plates. There was something for everyone to enjoy. Nothing super extravagant but Ella was always able to get creative with her baking.

“Ooh, carrot cake cookies,” Gordon happily exclaimed as he spotted his siblings with the four plates of cookies between them.

Ella rolled her eyes, but happily handed Gordon one of the plates. The gleeful grin on Gordon’s face brought a smile to her own. The aquanaut was easy to please, he had been a smiley baby. Ella remembered as a little girl she played lots of little games with the swimmer, more often than not they ended up in the little kiddie pool their parents had set up.

She placed the other plate on the coffee table in the center of the seating area. Happily she collapsed onto one of the couches with a soft sigh. From the corner of her eye she caught Scott’s stare, but didn’t do anything. Instead she sank further into the cushions and listened to their father.

Jeff was telling the group a story about his time on the moon. Ella’s eyes stayed on her father as she heard the story. It was one she had heard before, a story Jeff had shared with her after she had learned that she wasn’t a Tracy. The story was one that featured her biological father, Christian Rosewood. A smile crossed her lips as she heard the familiar story.

John sat down beside Ella, with a grin he wrapped his arm. He pulled her into his side and just held her.

"Hi John," Ella softly greeted her brother.

"Hi Ella," he replied with a smile.

Together the pair listened to their dad continue his story. Alan sat down on Ella's side and rested his head on her shoulder. A smile crossed the twenty year old's face as she happily cuddled with two of her brothers.


Monday, May 14, 2018

Celestial Cookies(TAG)

Ella watched the sky from her bedroom window, her eyes on the full moon. Thoughts easily dwelled on the old base there, the base where Captain Taylor, and both of her fathers, Jeff Tracy and Christian Rosewood once stayed. Sometime befor her birth and Scott's birth as well, despite being six years older than her.

"You're just like your father," a voice from the doorway commented.

Ella looked over her shoulder, she sent Grandma a warm smile. "Can't help it really," she admitted as she approached her grandma.

"I know, Ella. Let's see if anyone else is going to stay up from the eclipse," the Tracy Matriarch suggested as she led her granddaughter downstairs with an arm wrapped around her shoulder.

As they reached the landing, that hid the entrance to Thunderbird One and Two, Ella leaned over the railing to see all five of her siblings. Along with Brains, Kayo, and her dad. Laughter escaped her lips as she saw Gordon's celery bar wrapper hit Virgil as the blonde threw it over his shoulder.

"Ah, Ella, there you are," Jeff said as he sent his daughter a wide grin.

"Hi dad," she greeted as she rushed down the stairs and wrapped her arms around her dad.

Jeff returned the hug. He had been away from his children, Ella, Gordon, and Alan for most of the day. A mission for International Rescue with Scott and Virgil kep him busy.

"Hey kiddo, are you ready for the eclipse?" he asked as he met Ella's golden brown gaze.

Eagerly, she nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I baked cookies to snack on," she told her dad with a smile.

Jeff chuckled at Ella's antics. She could bake well, certainly much better than his mother. But wasn't going to tell her that. No, Jeff Tracy valued his life.

"Ella, what kind of cookies did you bake?" Alan asked as he looked at his sister with excitement.

Giggles escaped Ella's lips at her youngest brother's anticipation for the baked goodies. "I baked a few different kinds today little brother. Since everyone was home, everyone's favorite got baked," she answered. "Come on let's get you white chocolate walnut oatmeal cookies."

Alan let out an exclamation of delight as he followed after his sister to get his treat.

Scott, John, and Virgil all laughed as they watched their youngest brother follow after Ella. A sigh escaped Scott's lips as his best friend disappeared into the kitchen. So much had changed between him and Ella, since he left hom when he was eighteen. He remembered was small and gangly at twelve, she stayed that way until two years ago.

Christmas with an eighteen, almost nineteen, year old Ella surprised him. She looked different, as if she had grown more comfortable with herself. Her hair was longer, an Scott noticed the light amount of makeup she wore. It had felt like a piano had dropped on his head.

In the six and half years that he had been away, Ella grown up. He couldn't remember it when he visited hom during his years away from holidays or vacations.

"You know instead of longingly staring, you could ask her out," John pointed out as he watched his oldest brother with a teasing grin.

"I have no idea, what you're talking about," Scott scoffed, his eyes looking at the floor to try and hide his flushed cheeks.

John and Virgil shared an annoyed look with each other at Scott's denial. Neither of them were idiots, both had known of Ella's feelings for Scott for years and both suspected of Scott's mutual feelings.


Unwanted Grief (DC-AmyVerse)

Persephone Carter-Sousa stood between her Uncle Clark and Uncle Barry. While neither were biologically related to the teen, both were clos...