superhero--imagines

[superhero--imagines]

I don’t know why but I suddenly thought of Luke Castellan with a corporate job.

He’s got a scar so people tend to stare the first few times they meet him until they get used to him. He’s a solid team member, happy to lend a hand when needed during meetings with a client, and always coaching junior team members. Super professional guy all around.

It takes a total 180 if you’re his coworker and he’s interested in you, or when he comes home with a finger knotted in his tie.

“You won’t believe the shit these assholes put me through.”

#he would 100% get pushed too far by an older executive and #decide to join a rival organization or a big client #just to torpedo his old place of works business relationship with them #luke x reader #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan imagine

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Just got turned down from a job I really wanted after two interviews, in my delusions I say it’s for the best because maybe they were going to have layoffs or the universe is calling on me to finish my book instead

#it’s probably because I don’t have enough tech experience though #sim mumbles

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Thinking about Jason Todd who’s on his usual Vigilante/Degenerate/anti-hero behavior who unwittingly stumbles on to a hostage situation, which is already a pain, but then he sees you and gets an idea—

You’re scared out of your mind, and the thought that this could all go sideways and you could die here does enter your mind. Worse yet, Red Hood is here now and he’s been staring at you for five minutes.

“Hey,” he says, and you flinch. “If I beat all these guys up, will you go out on a date with me.”

You nod. In twenty minutes you’re sitting by Gotham River with a soft pretzel in one hand and Red Hoods in the other.

#batman imagine #dc comics imagine #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #red hood imagine #red hood headcanon #Jason Todd headcanon

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Ok so I don’t want to be that person but I need to know if you’ll ever update the waking up in the twilight universe fic, it’s been like 3 years… please I need the closure of knowing if it will ever update again or not 😭 I also totally understand that you’re focused on the DC universe, I just figured it couldn’t hurt to ask and i’ve always been curious how it would have ended if you had already planned that out and everything.

Waking up in twilight has actually been completed for I think almost two years now, if you use the search function you can find it here on tumblr but it’s also here on AO3

#waking up in twilight #asks

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Ugh I gotta finish my Batman magazine

#everyone got so busy and most of the fics aren’t edited but I think I can fix it with what I’ve learned so far

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The piece I wrote for @pjoyearbookzine is now on AO3! It features Reyna, Nico and Luke having a chat in Elysium, and it’s very Luke Castellan Centric!

If you’d like to see the piece with literally the best page layout I’ve ever seen and pretty art check the zine out, they’re doing leftovers soon!

#pjo #Percy Jackson #Luke castellan #nico di angelo #reyna avila ramirez arellano

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Also this was not the same energy I had when she mentioned wanting to go to a wellness center in India. I could have easily been like, oh well I’d only ever got with my family or a partner, but instead I was giving her all the details even though I knew for a fact that she’ll probably never go.

Okay this is a small rant but, I never realized how much some people I know center their partners/men in their life until yesterday.

Like I went out to dinner with a friend yesterday, and like 80% of what she said was centered around her partner. Like I went to the game on Friday because they got tickets, and then I went out yesterday because tickets were cheap, and I’ve been running lately because running with them makes it fun.

Which is fine. I understand your partner is with you for life and so they are important.

But tell me why we go to talking about weddings (because her friend is getting married and they’re having problems setting on a location for the bachelorette) and I said doing Greece far enough in advance would a good one if you’re in a spending mood. And she said “well I’d only want to do that for honeymoon, I wouldn’t want to go with my friends.” Okay fine. She mentions how her family went on a vacation to another country and she couldn’t afford to go and I (out of politeness) said “oh, well maybe we can plan a trip and go some time.” And she said “I’d want to go there on my honeymoon.”

We’ve been friends for almost ten years but I cannot be with someone who centers their entire life around a man. I know plenty of other girls who have partners and not every word out of their mouth is about them. And it’s not a new relationship they’ve been dating for like 4 years and living together for 2.

#sim mumbles #I just can’t get over it

[superhero--imagines]

Okay this is a small rant but, I never realized how much some people I know center their partners/men in their life until yesterday.

Like I went out to dinner with a friend yesterday, and like 80% of what she said was centered around her partner. Like I went to the game on Friday because they got tickets, and then I went out yesterday because tickets were cheap, and I’ve been running lately because running with them makes it fun.

Which is fine. I understand your partner is with you for life and so they are important.

But tell me why we go to talking about weddings (because her friend is getting married and they’re having problems setting on a location for the bachelorette) and I said doing Greece far enough in advance would a good one if you’re in a spending mood. And she said “well I’d only want to do that for honeymoon, I wouldn’t want to go with my friends.” Okay fine. She mentions how her family went on a vacation to another country and she couldn’t afford to go and I (out of politeness) said “oh, well maybe we can plan a trip and go some time.” And she said “I’d want to go there on my honeymoon.”

We’ve been friends for almost ten years but I cannot be with someone who centers their entire life around a man. I know plenty of other girls who have partners and not every word out of their mouth is about them. And it’s not a new relationship they’ve been dating for like 4 years and living together for 2.

#rant #sim mumbles #just had to get that off my chest

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Scrolling and reading hp imagines, thinking how it looks like your work and then finding out it is you 🤣

Omg that’s so funny, very “you’ll never get away from the sound of the woman (writer) that loves you.” Of me hahah

#asks #writing

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Kinda wanna do a bat boys doing a late night condom run headcanon list. Dick would 100% get in his head about what kind of condoms you like because the packaging’s changed and now he’s wondering if the “for their pleasure” ones are actually better.

Jason would come back with his regular condoms and some snacks for after.

Tim gives me Birth control vibes, like he went in to pick up your prescription for you, but gets side tracked by all the stuff in there. He buys caffeine pills, chocolate, and a stuffed animal.

Duke Thomas would also get all the snacks for you. He picks out your favorites as well as a toothbrush, sweatpants, and some personal hygiene things to persuade you to stay the night with him (and maybe that morning and afternoon too)

#batman imagine #dc comics imagine #dick grayson x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #tim drake x reader #Tim Drake imagine #duke Thomas imagine #duke Thomas x reader

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I went into a cvs after 8 pm, and like I am just a 20 year old girl, so for me cvs has always been where you go to get snacks or makeup or occasionally pajamas if it’s after a big holiday—and tell me why it was full of a bunch of dusty ass men buying condoms. At 8 PM. ON A WEDNESDAY.

Ugh, it robbed me of my innocence. Convenience stores after 8 PM should only be for the girls.

#sim mumbles #also like why did one guy have such a big box of condoms? #like who do you think you’re fooling? there’s no way one person needs 50 condoms for one night #let alone a weeknight #I hate it here

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I love how you just get it

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<This is Part 37!>

* The ground beneath you feels thin, like the fragile crumbs of a flakey biscuit

* You open your eyes and see dust

* No, not dust, sand

* You sit up with a groan.

* Sand extends out as far as the eye can see, piled high in sand dunes, only interrupted by sparse growths of pale green plants that look like grass but meaner

* You hear water in your ears, and you think your fall into the ocean might have permanently affected your hearing

* But you turn around and there’s the ocean

* “It’s purple.”

* You didn’t think the ocean could be purple.

* Weirder things have happened.

* You’re tempted to sit down, back into the crumbling beach, and to stare at the mesmerizing purple tide drawn back and forth. The sky dulled gray overhead, the rocks in the sea the only constellation you need.

* You squint.

* That’s not a rock, that’s—

* “Dad?”

* You’re up then, running towards him.

* The closer you get the more familiar he becomes. He’s wearing a black turtleneck and a pair of slacks, they look new. And he’s staring off into the ocean.

* “Daddy!” you call out as you wrap your arms around him.

* He feels warm, and you take a deep breath in, relishing in the scent of amber and peonies.

* “What are you doing here?” you ask..

* You look up, and you see a hint of confusion trace his face until he sees your face and it’s replaced by suprise.

* A scarred hand cups your cheek, the affection conveyed through the action insurmountable.

* His gaze softens until his eyes are so warm it feels like you’re melting under his gaze.

* “Why didn’t I see it before?” he whispers, and your head tilts.

* See what?

* “You look just like your mother.” His thumb caresses your cheekbone, and you swallow hard.

* He never really talks about her.

* He used to before, when you were a kid and you thought your mom was some minor goddess.

* He always said she was the love of his life though

* Is that why he stayed?

* You’re not ready to talk about this.

* “You know, you’re the only one who says that. Everyone else thinks I look like you.”

* “Everyone else?” he asks, confused when his hands leave your face and rest on your arm

* The symbols of the gods lighting up

* “When did you meet all of them?”

* You guess he’s never seen all of the marks at once, thinking back you don’t think you’ve ever mentioned most of them.

* “Um, well, you got the ones from Hades and the others when I was too young to remember.” You always picture your father with you wrapped in a golden yellow blanket, showing you to all the gods and letting them caress your small arm with gentle fingers, painting a mark in their place.

* “I got the one from Circe that summer I had to save you,” he coughs but you pay it no mind. “Oh, and I got the one from Dionysus before that, I don’t think I have one from Hecate but they’ve mentioned it before, Hera’s was last spring, and the ones from Ares and Hermes are new—”

* “Are they,” your father interrupts you, looking at you with a tense expression you can’t quite place.

* “Are they trying to make you a hero?”

* There’s so much anguish in his face you can’t look him in the eye, instead you focus on your feet, bare and pressed into the jagged sand

* “Maybe, but I don’t want to be a hero, I told you that.”

* You have no interest in glory, not even in the name of your fathers honor.

* “I just want to save my friends.”

* He squeezes your face between his hands, brushing your hair back.

* “You’re a kind child aren’t you?”

* He’s never said you were kind before.

* He’s never had to, you know he thinks highly of you from the way he supports you

* But something about hearing what you’ve always suspected makes it truth, and it brings tears to your eyes

* “I learned it from you.”

* You see his watery eyes and smile before you’re enveloped in a sea of light so bright you’re forced to close your eyes, and when you open them you’re met with the sight of turquoise water

* The ocean is blue, you think

* You’re dazzled by the sight of blue sky melting into the ocean, the sound of the waves, and the loneliness you feel that you don’t notice the heavy sensation cloaked around you isn’t from mere exhaustion

* Not until you see the tanned arm placed against gravelly rock, an arm with unfamiliar veins and muscle definition, and arm that definitely isn’t yours.

* You stir and notice there’s another arm wrapped around your midsection and it’s grip tightens around you.

* “(Y/N).” The voice is familiar, and you relax when you hear it.

* Of course, everything adds up now

* When you feel from the stern of the ship, he must have caught you before you fell in, saving you from the perils of the sea.

* But the tremor in Percy’s voice doesn’t keep you relaxed for long. “I need you to be calm okay?”

* Calm?

* Why would you need to be calm?

* And then it hits you like a pile of bricks.

* Of course.

* Percy is a good boy, but he’s still just an adolescent teenager. You’re his friend but it’s perfectly natural.

* Your tongue is geared to tell him that much, analogies about how a body is just like a computer and when you put in a function it gives a response—completely normal

* Your head tilts up, and you see a flicker of gold.

* Eyes wide, as you take in the outstretched jaw as the creature yawns.

* “Is that a lion?” Percy’s grip on you tightens in affirmation.

* Your eyes narrow, there’s something familiar about the sight of a female lion, a thin gold chain glints around her neck, and you realize why.

* You extend your hand.

* “What the heck are you doing?” Percy hisses as loud as he can. “You’re going to get your arm—” but he stops when the lion gives your hand an intent sniff, and then kicks your palm.

* “That’s you, isn't it a Hypatia?”

* She nuzzles her face against your hand.

* “Clymenstra,” you whisper.

* She’s sent her favorite, she must know you’re here

* You hear a mutter from Percy, something equal parts incredulous and impertinent that you can’t entirely make out

* Being near the sea makes you weak, because when you move to stand it feels like your entire body is pinned under the weight of the ocean, it’s a small miracle you can even breathe

* Percy has to hold you up, and though reluctant, he finally relents and places you on Clymenstra’s back.

* "So that really was just your sword?" You mumble, and he looks at you with a confused expression that confirms your doubt. You'll consider it a small victory for now.

* Her forest passes by you in a flurry of green and orange, you manage to stay awake long enough to see the familiar orange shingle on her Mediterranean cottage, the green of rosemary and thyme that had grown unruly in her garden, and begun to creep on the staccato walls of her cottage.

* Gold eyes, like Liquid sunlight, drenched in concern you’ve only ever seen from your Father

* “Circe, it’s okay.” Is the thought that struggles to creep of my tongue, but all that passes through my lips is her name before darkness overcomes me once again.

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[superhero--imagines]

Feeling incredibly low at the moment, is it hormones or is it the universe? Only time will tell

#sim mumbles

[superhero--imagines]

Ugh I heard the TikTok audio of the younger version of a character saying “they look so angry, why does everyone look at you like that” and the older version of the character just looks away.

And I’m thinking of Jason Todd, and younger Jason Todd (who is so hopeful, and smart and he has his whole life ahead of him but all he wants to be is a hero) who’s wondering how he turned into this jaded, carhartt jacket wearing vigilante, when he says:

“And everyone always looks so angry when they look at you! What did you do?”

And Jason’s resigned himself, because he knows there’s no going back, not anymore. Not after what happened.

“The only good thing you did is find (Y/N).” The younger version huffs, and Jason’s so shocked by the admission it takes him twice as long to register the pink cheeks and averted eyes on his younger self.

He smiles.

“Yeah, I guess I did do one thing right.”

#Jason Todd #Jason Todd imagine #Jason Todd x reader

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<This is Part 37!>

* The ground beneath you feels thin, like the fragile crumbs of a flakey biscuit

* You open your eyes and see dust

* No, not dust, sand

* You sit up with a groan.

* Sand extends out as far as the eye can see, piled high in sand dunes, only interrupted by sparse growths of pale green plants that look like grass but meaner

* You hear water in your ears, and you think your fall into the ocean might have permanently affected your hearing

* But you turn around and there’s the ocean

* “It’s purple.”

* You didn’t think the ocean could be purple.

* Weirder things have happened.

* You’re tempted to sit down, back into the crumbling beach, and to stare at the mesmerizing purple tide drawn back and forth. The sky dulled gray overhead, the rocks in the sea the only constellation you need.

* You squint.

* That’s not a rock, that’s—

* “Dad?”

* You’re up then, running towards him.

* The closer you get the more familiar he becomes. He’s wearing a black turtleneck and a pair of slacks, they look new. And he’s staring off into the ocean.

* “Daddy!” you call out as you wrap your arms around him.

* He feels warm, and you take a deep breath in, relishing in the scent of amber and peonies.

* “What are you doing here?” you ask..

* You look up, and you see a hint of confusion trace his face until he sees your face and it’s replaced by suprise.

* A scarred hand cups your cheek, the affection conveyed through the action insurmountable.

* His gaze softens until his eyes are so warm it feels like you’re melting under his gaze.

* “Why didn’t I see it before?” he whispers, and your head tilts.

* See what?

* “You look just like your mother.” His thumb caresses your cheekbone, and you swallow hard.

* He never really talks about her.

* He used to before, when you were a kid and you thought your mom was some minor goddess.

* He always said she was the love of his life though

* Is that why he stayed?

* You’re not ready to talk about this.

* “You know, you’re the only one who says that. Everyone else thinks I look like you.”

* “Everyone else?” he asks, confused when his hands leave your face and rest on your arm

* The symbols of the gods lighting up

* “When did you meet all of them?”

* You guess he’s never seen all of the marks at once, thinking back you don’t think you’ve ever mentioned most of them.

* “Um, well, you got the ones from Hades and the others when I was too young to remember.” You always picture your father with you wrapped in a golden yellow blanket, showing you to all the gods and letting them caress your small arm with gentle fingers, painting a mark in their place.

* “I got the one from Circe that summer I had to save you,” he coughs but you pay it no mind. “Oh, and I got the one from Dionysus before that, I don’t think I have one from Hecate but they’ve mentioned it before, Hera’s was last spring, and the ones from Ares and Hermes are new—”

* “Are they,” your father interrupts you, looking at you with a tense expression you can’t quite place.

* “Are they trying to make you a hero?”

* There’s so much anguish in his face you can’t look him in the eye, instead you focus on your feet, bare and pressed into the jagged sand

* “Maybe, but I don’t want to be a hero, I told you that.”

* You have no interest in glory, not even in the name of your fathers honor.

* “I just want to save my friends.”

* He squeezes your face between his hands, brushing your hair back.

* “You’re a kind child aren’t you?”

* He’s never said you were kind before.

* He’s never had to, you know he thinks highly of you from the way he supports you

* But something about hearing what you’ve always suspected makes it truth, and it brings tears to your eyes

* “I learned it from you.”

* You see his watery eyes and smile before you’re enveloped in a sea of light so bright you’re forced to close your eyes, and when you open them you’re met with the sight of turquoise water

* The ocean is blue, you think

* You’re dazzled by the sight of blue sky melting into the ocean, the sound of the waves, and the loneliness you feel that you don’t notice the heavy sensation cloaked around you isn’t from mere exhaustion

* Not until you see the tanned arm placed against gravelly rock, an arm with unfamiliar veins and muscle definition, and arm that definitely isn’t yours.

* You stir and notice there’s another arm wrapped around your midsection and it’s grip tightens around you.

* “(Y/N).” The voice is familiar, and you relax when you hear it.

* Of course, everything adds up now

* When you feel from the stern of the ship, he must have caught you before you fell in, saving you from the perils of the sea.

* But the tremor in Percy’s voice doesn’t keep you relaxed for long. “I need you to be calm okay?”

* Calm?

* Why would you need to be calm?

* And then it hits you like a pile of bricks.

* Of course.

* Percy is a good boy, but he’s still just an adolescent teenager. You’re his friend but it’s perfectly natural.

* Your tongue is geared to tell him that much, analogies about how a body is just like a computer and when you put in a function it gives a response—completely normal

* Your head tilts up, and you see a flicker of gold.

* Eyes wide, as you take in the outstretched jaw as the creature yawns.

* “Is that a lion?” Percy’s grip on you tightens in affirmation.

* Your eyes narrow, there’s something familiar about the sight of a female lion, a thin gold chain glints around her neck, and you realize why.

* You extend your hand.

* “What the heck are you doing?” Percy hisses as loud as he can. “You’re going to get your arm—” but he stops when the lion gives your hand an intent sniff, and then kicks your palm.

* “That’s you, isn't it a Hypatia?”

* She nuzzles her face against your hand.

* “Clymenstra,” you whisper.

* She’s sent her favorite, she must know you’re here

* You hear a mutter from Percy, something equal parts incredulous and impertinent that you can’t entirely make out

* Being near the sea makes you weak, because when you move to stand it feels like your entire body is pinned under the weight of the ocean, it’s a small miracle you can even breathe

* Percy has to hold you up, and though reluctant, he finally relents and places you on Clymenstra’s back.

* "So that really was just your sword?" You mumble, and he looks at you with a confused expression that confirms your doubt. You'll consider it a small victory for now.

* Her forest passes by you in a flurry of green and orange, you manage to stay awake long enough to see the familiar orange shingle on her Mediterranean cottage, the green of rosemary and thyme that had grown unruly in her garden, and begun to creep on the staccato walls of her cottage.

* Gold eyes, like Liquid sunlight, drenched in concern you’ve only ever seen from your Father

* “Circe, it’s okay.” Is the thought that struggles to creep of my tongue, but all that passes through my lips is her name before darkness overcomes me once again.

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i was going over some of your old waking up in pjo messages and i just went through the one abt the characters having a crush on the reader

would you say that some of them have that “oh i wish we would be best friends forever and never marry anyone so we can live in a big house together and be side by side forever” kinda of thought? sort of like i’m platonically in love with you and i don’t want you to leave for some romantic love kinda of thing? (which of them? 🤫 i’m guessing maybe annabeth but idk)

with that being said: i’m anxiously waiting for new updates on the pjo series, it’s really good and got me hooked

I think there’s a lot of hero worship there with Annabeth, like (Y/N) is her ideal, her role model—the standard to which she holds herself and strives to achieve. I do think there was also a moment where she saw (Y/N) and Percy talking, and was like “Damn, I’m kinda jealous rn” and then realized she didn’t even know which of them she was jealous of.

In terms of platonic love, I think maybe the closest would be Clarisse, like she already gets so little time with them, and if they devote themselves to one of these losers she’ll get even less time. Also please don’t date her dad. If she had to lose her first real friend to her dad she might go crazy and join Kronos’ army.

Maybe also Dennis, but in the — I wish you could stay this young forever and never grow up because when you mortal children die it’s the worst thing in the world and I don’t leave my bed for eight weeks which is why we’ve banned wine.

Next part of waking up in pjo is soon! I’ve been making slow progress but it’ll be here eventually!

#asks #Percy jackson #Percy jackson x reader #waking up in pjo

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I feel like Luke castellan is the type to blackmail his dad so he can get allowance money to take you on a date

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan #pjo x reader #percy jackson x reader #sim mumbles