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There’s a trope that’s explored in the forward but not the reverse reaction (I’m a chemist and neurodivergent, that’s how my brain words it in English). And that’s when you take away the soft and human side of a duo and all that’s left is the weapon. Achilles and Patrolcles is probably my favorite example.

But what happens when you take away the weapon.

When the only thing that let them protect themselves from the world and other people is gone. When the shield is gone, when the “bad” side of the duo is gone.

When the ‘human’ side no longer knows how to put themselves first. When they kill themselves by helping everyone and everyone. When the “good” side of humanity is all that’s left, is it still humanity. When people look at them like they’ve lost their human ideals.

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“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

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There’s something so special to me about the exchange “I’m so, so sorry,” and then “I know you are.” But not in an accepting way. I know you are sorry. I know it, but that doesn’t change anything. You still did it, you still did something unforgivable. No amount of apologies will make me think it’s okay. I know you’re sorry. And it doesn’t matter.

#trauma #maybe i need help #who knows

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I’m a sucker for villains whose cruelty is precise and pinpointed, but not to a person. I love when the answer to “why me?” Is simply because you were there. Because it didn’t have to be you. There was nothing special about you. The efficiency in which their cruelty is carried out has nothing to do with you and everything to do with them. They didn’t care what you did. They just needed someone.

#villain prompt #ruthlessness

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What’s One More Pantheon?

“Um, Annabeth are you seeing this?” Those were the words out of my mouth that usually meant something bad was happening. But this time, I was mostly just confused.

In front of me was a one-winged massive black bird with sharp teeth tearing through manhattan. It was chasing a girl that I had never seen before and said girl was flanked by a guy a head taller than her. They were both in forest green shirts and black cargo pants, and the girl’s hair was tied up into a ponytail.

Now I was used to other Pantheons. I have a cousin-in-law (kinda) who was a Norse demigod and I have the number of a few Egyptian magicians. However this particular monster and these particular kids I had never seen before. I couldn’t even pick out their pantheon by their appearance if I tried. The girl has hair that was jet back but looked iridescent when the sunlight hit it just right. One of her eyes was the rich brown of soil and the other was a bright green. The boy she was with had hair so platinum it looked silver and eyes that matched.

“What Seaweed Brain?” Annabeth said, turning from her observation of the streets around them to see the odd scene that I had witnessed. The look of confusion on her face let me know that, she definitely didn’t really know what’s going on. Just when Annabeth was going to open her mouth, the girls eyes scanned to land on me. She narrowed her eyes before her entire face broke into a grin. She tapped her companion on the shoulder and started sprinting straight toward us.

Both Annabeth and I shifted towards our weapons. We were far too used to people being monsters and causing images to get us to help them only to try to eat us. What was really impressive was how much of a lead they had on the bird thing. The duo stopped right in front of us.

“V why the hell,” the guy started saying until the girl, V, shushed him.

“Hi,” she said, bright and cheerful, “you can see that giant bird right?” I nodded dumbly and she smiled even brighter, if that was possible.

“So they’re part of the group,” the guy said again, checking his shoulder at the bird. He was holding onto a bow with a lot of artistry and had a quiver over his back.

“No clue,” the girl says, “but he feels like Ocrimira and Duberdicus and I had a vision of him and his girlfriend a little bit ago.” The guy that V was with sighed slightly and shifted his bow to hold his hand out.

“Hello, I’m Mateo and this is Valeria. I would introduce myself properly but…” he gestured vaguely behind. “Val you might want to hurry up.”

“Oh, yeah, she said, turning away from Annabeth who had been having a hushed conversation with her, turning to me again. “You wouldn’t happen to have water on you, would you?”

Instead of answering verbally, I just pulled out a water bottle and handed it to her. She then handed it to Mateo and flicker her wrist where an axe appeared in her hand.

“Think you can shook that into his mouth? I’d hate to kill him but he’s been messed up so…” Mateo smiled and nodded at her before she grinned and ran right at the bird.

Now I’ve done some pretty impulsive things in my life, including run at a monster, but this girl might beat me out. She trusted two strangers to have water and not kill her or think she’s crazy and now she’s jumping to climb onto the one-winged bird, making her way toward it’s beak and jamming her axe in it’s beak to keep it open.

Mateo readied his bow and at Valeria’s thumbs up, shot the arrow and the water bottle into the crows mouth. As it hit the back of its throat Valeria grabbed the axe, the weapon disappearing from view as the massive bird turned into a murder of crows.

Me and Annabeth surged forward as we realized that Valeria was falling through the air. Mateo simply put a calming hand on my shoulder as the tree branches from the park nearby reached up and cradled her gently, bringing her back to the earth.

The three of us walked over to the park where Valeria was still in the tree, reassuring the branches that she was okay.

“See,” she said as she spotted us, “I’m with the boy and girl from the vision. And Teo is here and he’s always protected me. Can I come down now?” The branches, as if answering released her from their grasp and she slid down the tree. Kissing its trunk, she whispered her thanks before turning back to us.

“So, we need a proper intro. Breakfast?”

#percy jackson #percabeth #celtic #greek mythology #iberian peninsula #Iberian mythology #my children

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I’m just imagining Percy running into Iberian demigods and mythology cause that and Gaelic mythology goes crazy. I had a full image of him and Annabeth and maybe Thalia and Nico meeting a daughter of Endovelicus and a son of Erbina just hunting a Bu or a Docejo and just staring at each other because. Endovelicus is like the Spanish Hades but also resides over health and the earth and Percy is getting big fight me energy because she feels like both Hades and Gaea meanwhile Nico is like ‘she feels like the underworld too’ and Thalia is like “how the hell does this dude feel like Artemis” meanwhile the Iberian demigods are like “shit we don’t have time to deal with a moura encantada right now”

#percy jackson #pjo #celtic #iberian peninsula

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I want characters in fantasy and sci fi to have hurdles. Real, vicious hurdles. I want the warriors who run and jump to have to carry special drinks and food because they’re hypoglycemic or diabetic. I want spies to never stand with people to their right because they’re deaf in that ear and want to be aware of everything. I want someone to relearn how to cook or make positions after their eyesight is lost. Give characters disabilities and then make them prominent. Don’t one off them. Show how they get through it.

#disabilties #characters #rant post

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My children

with full knowledge that no one would see this, I love these particular OCs and I made those Pinterest character charts so here.

#i love my oc #children #i love my characters #she just wants to vibe

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She feels like death

Jazz Fenton had become the Princess, advisor, and Acting Queen of death ever since her brother Danny Fenton became the ghost king at 14. He was now 17, just two or so years off from being able to assume the throne, and Jazz had gotten pretty used to her new position.

Mainly because she didn’t have to hurt people.

Jazz Fenton is the first person in line to help you with anything you aren’t equipped to handle yourself, so long as you are a good person. She, the ruler of death, will nurse you into life. Because death is patient, death is kind.

Death is inevitable.

Jazz has long since learned that everyone will become her subject eventually, she has no need to rush. Death will help you out of any bad situation you are in because she doesn't need you to die. You will eventually join her kingdom and she would much rather her subjects be friendly to her rather than hate her.

So when she's been summoned by a cult who want her to destroy the world and take them into her kingdom she is angry. So very righteously angry. Her future subjects had been threatened. She didn't pretend that the people of this world weren't tainted. But she would deal with them when she had to.

Her eyes were blazing green and the Queen/ Princess Advisor crown rested on her brow, silver against her bright red hair. She used some of the extra powers given to her by her position (thanks Danny) to freeze the cultists where they were.

"Why have you called me here," she asked with a voice far kinder than the cultists deserved. The main man who summoned her began to open his mouth and she silenced him with the tilt of your head. "What made you think I was talking to you?"

"We summoned you," the main cultist said, their voice suddenly far less certain than it was a few moments before when chanting her summoning. She really had to make that more difficult.

"Is your blood the one that is spilt in the circle," she questioned, smiling viciously. Jazz turned to the young girl in a purple outfit with a cape who was now being hugged by another young girl in a black heroes getup. The vigilantes of the world. Jazz turned her attention to the injured woman whose blood spilled to get her here. She moved her hand over the girl, taking away as much pain as she could.

"Hello," Jazz said to the young girls. They reminded her a lot of her and Danny, two kids against the world. New sisters. She would protect them. "Let me deal with these men and then we can talk about what you need."

#dc x dp #jazz fenton #danny phantom #ghost queen Jazz

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Asking your Spanish cousins to send you their favorite Spanish songs is something that can be so healing

yes I’m currently crying to Spanish music, no I will not accept criticism

#latina #hispanics #please I just want to reconnect #I just want my parents to be proud of me

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The Devil of Park Row

Hear me out, Hear me out- we see Peter Parker go to the DC universe all the time alone, but it would be much angstier and in my opinion, funnier if all of team red/Matt Murdock went as well.

Team Red was fighting someone, something that was far out of their league. The Avengers were disbanded, the world was post-blip and they were on their own. I’m one of the few moments that they were all standing together, the opponent hit them, all of them. Their vision went black and when they came to, they were leaned against a wall in a dark alleyway with nothing but their suits.

Wade comes to first. He realizes they’re in another universe and quickly grabs them the supplies they might need. He went out in search of backpacks, normal clothes, money, and possibly food. When he gets back, he saw that both Matt and Peter were awake. The three move and find an old abandoned building (firehouse? Old WE building, maybe even one of Red Hoods old hideouts). They set up shop, they make a list of what needs to happen, they square away their story.

Peter goes to the library the next day to forge their documents. Now Peter Parker was officially Peter Murdock, Wade was Matt’s brother, and Matt Murdock had a legal license. They had what they needed to survive. Matt also had his registration as a blind man.

Now think about the rogues or the bats meeting Matt in his civilian clothes. He’s not relaxed, he never is, not since they landed here. His cane is tapping lightly on the ground in front of him, his back straight and jaw tense. Peter and Wade would be together, hopefully somewhere safe. Maybe they were finding more supplies, maybe they were out for a walk. He didn’t know. He was walking home from his work at the new attorney’s office when his senses go off.

Before he knows what’s happening, he’s hitting the person who had just shown up behind him. There’s a gas in the air (maybe fear gas instead of Joker gas) but since the gas requires visual hallucinations and he can’t see in the first place, he’s not as affected. Of course, he is still panicking and there was a lot of information coming in his senses, but he’s so used to helping Peter that he knows how to block it out.

Before the bats even have a chance to arrive, Scarecrow is knocked out on the ground and Matt is working on finding anyone that might have been harmed. Of course, this is when the bats show up.

Jason is first, full helmet with a rebreather on and looks around, ready to fight only to see that the guy is down. The only civilian left at the scene was Matt, everyone else had run when they had seen the beginnings of the gas. Anyone that was hit was herded away by friends.

So Jason goes up to talk to him. At first it’s just a small thing, trying to see if he was a rouge, but he pretty quickly realizes what’s happening when Matt finds his cane. So he tries to talk to him for a different reason, to ask how he tools down a supervillain while blind. But Matt is tired, he wants to go home, he’s barely eaten, his heart is still unusually fast, so all he says is,

“I’ll talk to you if you can help me find my kid.”

#daredevil #matt murdock #jason todd #dc comics #marvel #peter parker

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#tumblr polls #polls #for scientific purposes #really my writers block #but i digress

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The Pennyworth Family

Alfred has a family outside of the Waynes. Well, technically. He is the godfather to a meta woman who got married and now has kids. These kids refer to him as Alfie, or in Morina-his eldest granddaughters- case, Papa A. Alfred lives for his family, but they don’t live near Gothem so he rarely sees them… ish.

You see his family are meta humans with unusually strong powers. So strong I face that Duke once caught a glimpse of one of them and claimed it looked like he was staring at the sun. So sometimes Morina- who had spatial/cosmic and mental/soul manipulation powers- would teleport her family in for a few days to hang out.

But you see, the Wayne family didn’t know that Alfred had another family. They knew he had an apartment in Gothem where he would occasionally stay, but most of the time he was in the manor. And he never really asked for off days so they didn’t believe he had anyone else.

So imagine Jason’s surprise when he climbed in the window to Alfred’s secret apartment because he was shot, only to see a tall, tattooed, black haired, Hispanic woman standing in the kitchen with a mug filled with green tea. He was about to sound the alarm, someone had broken into Alfred’s apartment, when she set down the mug and started rambling.

“God damnit, Papa A and his stupid obsession with helping super heroes and offering safe places and food. He can’t just adopt every stray he sees.” She walked over and grabbed his shoulder slightly, moving to lay him down on a plastic covered couch before getting a kit and cutting the fabric away from the wound.

“And of course it causes me to work off the clock,” she said, digging for the bullet with tweezers. The projectile came out surprisingly easily all things concidered. “Because I of course shouldn’t experience rest.” She took out her materials and began to clean and stitch up his wound. After she was done she stood up and Jason, mask still on, followed her until he felt something holding him down.

“No, you sit down and rest, I may not have my mothers healing but I do have her cooking.” She moved back to the kitchen, taking a pot off the stove that I didn’t see before and stirred it a few times before grabbing two ceramic bowls and ladling the soup into them. She grabbed a sleeve of crackers from the pantry and moved next to him again.

“Hi,” she said, giving him a bowl, “I’m Agent A’s granddaughter- call me Neutron in the field- and I’m typically open for late night stitchings and soup. Like tonight. It’s clam chowder by the way.”

Jason, for the first time in his life, understood what love at first sight meant.

#dc comics #jason peter todd #red hood #original character #original female character #alfred pennyworth #Alfred deserves nice things #and his family gives him that #he wears cuff links that Morina got him for his birthday when she was seven #Morina is a doctor #she started a non profit that teaches kids how to stitch up bullet wounds #she alternated as a emergency medicine employee and a field medic for gothem city police

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Flowery OC Asks

Rules: send in an OC and a question <3

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Sunflower - What name(s) were you originally thinking of calling your OC?

Rose - What is your OC's favourite form of self-care?

Lilac - Does your OC have a comfort item? If so, what is it?

Orchid - What is your OC's biggest fear?

Snapdragon - What is your OC's most used phrase?

Daisy - What inspired you to create your OC?

Lily - What is your OC's love language?

Poppy - How is your OC around strangers?

Violet - Do a voice claim for your OC

Tulip - If you could say/do one thing to your OC, what would you say/do?

Sweet pea - What colour are your OC's eyes?

Jasmine - If your OC had a tumblr blog, what would their URL be?

Dandelion - Does your OC get overwhelmed easily?

Marigold - Describe your OC in three words or less

Daffodil - Is your OC likeable?

Petunia - When was the last time your OC cried?

Buttercup - Does your OC have any odd quirks/habits?

Lavender - How does your OC cope with loud noises?

Snowdrop - What is something your OC loves, and what is something they hate?

Winterberry - Use one or more photos that encapsulates your OC's clothing style.

Wisteria - Does your OC have a skill they'd like to learn? What is stopping them?

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When you had a bad day and wrote the most heartbreaking, soul shattering line in the entire book and have to take a sec like damn, that’s rough.

#writing #author #mental instability

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“The scariest moment is always just before you start.”

— Stephen King