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Chapter 2: Claudia's Story 3/3

Whisperet

Name: Claudia

Power: Can talk to animals / control them

Sexuality: Classic cottagecore lesbian

Gender: Female

Mental disorder: Stendhal Syndrome

Hometown: Cork, Ireland

Race: Irish

Suit: Bunny mask, white/pastel colored old fashoned type dress ( easy to move around in tho) converse

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I had been saving up for almost a year, nabbing cash here and there in preparation to run away. I grabbed the last of my toiletries and donned my clothes. I had parked my bike under the window of my room for a quick escape.

I jumped out of my first story window, attached my stuff to my bike, and pedaled away. I pedaled hard in the cold night for about an hour until I got too tired to go anymore. I was at a loss at where to go until I remembered my aunt. She had been estranged from the family but still lived close with her girlfriend.

I biked five more minutes until I reached her apartment. I parked my bike and walked up the stairs to her place, Apartment 245. I knocked on the door and waited.

My aunt opened the door in a purple sweater, her black undercut glinting in the light.

“Claudia!” She said, surprised, “What are you doing here so late?” I swallowed the fear down in my throat. I looked at my shoes as I started to cry.

“I- I ran away,” I stuttered through sobs, hugging my aunt as she walked me inside.

“Claudia! It’s okay, it’s just a dream,” Karthika said, with concern in her voice. She was sitting in the seat next to me, holding my arm. I sat up, looking at her with embarrassment on my face. She laughed,

“Claudia, it’s okay, I’m not gonna judge, I have my fair share of problems. You wanna talk about it?” I looked at her; she seemed so caring and sweet,

“No, I think I’m okay, let’s just go in,” Karthika opened her door, getting out. I opened my door as well, meeting her in front of the car. I looked up at the impressive building in front of us. She looked at me.

“Wanna go inside?” She said, smiling.

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Chapter 2: Claudia's Story 2/3

Whisperet

Name: Claudia

Power: Can talk to animals / control them

Sexuality: Classic cottagecore lesbian

Gender: Female

Mental disorder: Stendhal Syndrome

Hometown: Cork, Ireland

Race: Irish

Suit: Bunny mask, white/pastel colored old fashoned type dress ( easy to move around in tho) converse

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I ended up running away at fourteen. I moved in with my aunt, and I lived with her until I got a degree in business at 22 years old. Since then, I moved into the house I live in now,

“So there’s more of us?” I asked

“Yes,” she said, chuckling slightly, “Here, come with me, I’ll take you to our offices in Cork.”

We walked out, going towards the car. She opened the door to the backseat,

“It’s going to be a long drive,” she said, motioning me to sit in the back seat.

“Why don’t you have offices in Dublin,” I asked. Dublin was the capital of Ireland and much more central to the island.

“Oh, I don’t know, it’s a government organization, who knows why they make their decisions,” Karthika said with a bit of a laugh. I chuckled as I slid into the back seat.

I sat my phone beside me and got comfortable. I was a bit nervous about going to a cork, as I had grown up in an abusive family in Cork. I hadn’t seen my parents in years, but they still lived there, from what I heard. I hadn’t slept much last night, as I was worried about telling Paisley, so I drifted off into sleep rather quickly.

I opened my eyes to my seventh birthday. I peered Down around the wall separating the living room from the kitchen where my parents were fighting.

“John! You’re being ridiculous, I’m not going to tolerate you being like this! You’re coming home drunk everyday, even on your only child’s birthday!” I watched in horror as my father slammed his beer can on the table, crushing it.

“Fine!” He yelled, “Find somewhere else to go! Well have the divorce papers by Monday.”

The scene faded into another. I remember this one less, but still very vividly. I was sitting in the big chair in our family room during the Corona pandemic when I was nine. I sat on my laptop, doing my online school when I saw the door handle jiggle. My dad walked in, looking at me. I looked at him,

“Weren’t we gonna go out to eat today? I haven’t eaten all day,” I said. This morning, he told me he was taking me to lunch at 1:00, but when one came and passed with no cancellation from him, I assumed he’d at least bring food, so I hadn’t eaten. He looked at me incredulously,

“I’ve been out all day getting stuff for you, and all you ungrateful brat can think about is food?”

“I’m sorry dad, I just-“

“No!” He interjected, “I’m tired of your ungratefulness. I’m done with you doing this! Pack your stuff, you’re going to your mom’s.

The scene switched again, going to me in a forest. I was about twelve then, and I went into the woods to talk to my friends. My past self looked around, me looking with her. I was surrounded by animals of all kinds.

There were three rabbits, Puff, Mallow, and Cloud, and a doe and her faun, who I named Ma and Bambi. I talked to them about school, and my friends, with them responding in chips and snuff that I could somehow understand. They spoke to me, understood me, and I stayed with them. I braced myself for what was coming, but I couldn’t change anything as it was merely a memory. My mom walked out of the forest into the clearing we were in.

“Claudia! What are you doing!” She yelled, obviously angry.

“Get away from them! Stop pretending to talk to them! You’re just being weird!” She continued. I jumped up, stammering. I walked towards her, she grabbed my hand and slapped me on the cheek.

“Stop being so weird Claudia, it’s not natural.” She said as she began lecturing me on the topic I had heard a thousand times.

I listened to her drone on as the scene changed for the fourth time. It was the fateful day when I was fourteen. I was packing my stuff, fitting everything I could into my suitcase. I stuffed my favorite hoodie in there on top of the clothes already contained. I opened the drawer in my nightstand containing about three hundred euros in cash.

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Chapter 2: Claudia's Story 1/3

Whisperet

Name: Claudia Power: Can talk to animals / control them Sexuality: Classic cottagecore lesbian Gender: Female Mental disorder: Stendhal Syndrome Hometown: Cork, Ireland Race: Irish Suit: Bunny mask, white/pastel colored old fashoned type dress ( easy to move around in tho) converse

AO3 Link I was sitting by my warm fireplace in the center of my quaint cottage deep in the woods. It was a cool fall evening and the sounds of nature all around me were pleasing. I looked around my cottage, natural wood walls adorned with tapestry of all kinds. I looked at the beadwork I had gotten on a trip to The States, it had become familiar over the years of me sitting in this spot looking around my house. I had a cup of tea in my hand and was anxiously awaiting the arrival of my newest girlfriend. We had met at the local flea market in Courtown, the Irish coastal town I had lived outside of for the past three years. She was a local, making her living at the seal rescue here. We bumped into each other while looking at flannel. She had a very different taste from me, but we worked together. She was a goth, beanie-wearing girl, in stark contrast to my classic “cottagecore” lesbian. I wore floral dresses, she wore skinny jeans, but it worked. She was the longest-lasting girlfriend yet but I had little to no hope that she would last after tonight. I had a secret, I could talk to animals, and while this was a talent easily hidden by my cottage core style and ways, it came time with every new girlfriend to tell her about my powers. This never went down well with them and always ended the relationship. They said I was a freak, or not to be trusted. I had had the mental hospital called many a time, but this time I was hopeful. I heard the firm knock on the door. Giddy, I got up, thinking it was Paisley. I wiped my hands on my skirt, nervous, then opened the door. It wasn’t Paisley. Instead, it was a rather serious looking Indian woman wearing a striking blue-gray pantsuit. She looked me up and down and said, "You must be Claudia". I looked at her responded "Yes, and you are?” in a tone I only use for the occasional door-to-door preacher and conman. It was a stern tone that I had grown to hate as it reminded me of my past childhood trauma. My mother would use a similar tone with me when she caught me being "weird". Oddly she did not seem phased by this and responded, "Karthika, may I come in, I am here with some rather official business." She had a slight London accent which was unusual, to say the least, in our small Irish town on the coast. It was the rich accent of someone who recently emigrated from India. It still had some tones and mannerisms of… Tamil, was it? But was masked by the smoothness of a Londoner. We were almost an hour south of Dublin and somewhere where the proper London folk rarely come. If anything we were avoided by them, given the lasting tension from our conflict in 2021 when three Irish uni students decided they had had enough with the anti-Irish sentiment in The UK. Known as the pub bombings, the English government had placed blame on the Irish Government. That, needless to say, started tensions between certain folks in our respective nations. Nevertheless, I let her in the door and guided her to her seat. As she sat she looked at me, looking less stressed, and said, shaking her head, "My, my, for such a lovely woman you sure do cause a lot of paperwork." I looked at her rather puzzled and asked, "Paperwork? How!" She looked at me rather incredulously and said "Really, you didn't know? An agent should have been sent years ago. Why, miss, you have superpowers!" "Yes," I said blatantly. "I know, but what does that have to do with paperwork?" “Oh, Claudia," she sighed, leaning forward putting her hands on her fabric clad knees. She exuded confidence, and began to explain; "You've been going around telling lay-folk about your powers leaving me to clean up the mess." I was shocked. Ever since I was young, it was called weird, wrong, even evil. I tried to suppress it, but it only made things worse.

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Just gonna leave this here...

“This is your daily, friendly reminder to use commas instead of periods during the dialogue of your story,” she said with a smile.

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Research has been started, I will try to have it up between one to three weeks from now, possibly less if I’m rly motivated

Name: B Powers: invisibility, anything else? Gender: male (trans ftm) Sexuality: Pansexual Hometown: siberia, russia Race: Russian american Suit: plain black (with grey pieces?)

Okay I’ll try to do that when I’m not dead inside sorry bout that

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Okay, if you wanna read my original work on AO3 instead of [tumblr] here it is: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Gayboiohio/pseuds/Gayboiohio

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Chapter One: Karthika's Awakening P2/2

Karthika

Name: Karthika

Superpower: Any conceivable power, but only one at a time

Sexuality: Asexual

Gender: Female

Mental disorder: Mild schizophrenia

Hometown: Chennai, India

Race: Indian

Suit: Traditional Indian Kurti with gold embroidery that has the power to morph into whatever form is the most conventional for the situation

It was a large source of shame for my family and we almost never talked about it. I rembered it in great deltail however, i remember sitting in temple, kneeling in front of the altar to Vishnu. I looked up, stealing glances around the room watching my family so that some as me when I looked over to my group of cousins I saw my grandma other. Problem was, she had been dead for six years.

I screamed, running back, she had a knife sticking from her chest. I back pedeled furiously, trampling all over my relatives. I fell, tripping on my father. He reached to grab me and comfort me but it wasn’t him. He was a zombie, not the Bollywood green skin kinda, a realistic, flesh flaiiing of the bone, hair coming off in patches zombie. I screamed punching forward, I felt my fathers bone crack, presumably breaking. I remember kicking and screaming, being dragged out, being put into an ambulance

I think I remember some sort of sedative, but it gets kind of hazy afterwards. After that episode my parents had a long talk. There was screaming, yelling, and of course talks of “alternative schooling”, but in the end they reluctantly started me on my meds and since then, I have been pretty much neurotypical passing.

I did still have the occasional hallucinagenic episode at home but rarely in public. I often had depressive and isolationist outbursts. They were usually accompanied by something that triggered them, and my parents constant bother did not help. My family was wealthy as my dad was a doctor, developing, and bringing widespread use of ultra UN invasive laser assisted procedures, and my mom a nurse working at the largest hospital in Chennai.

This made it so we could easily afford the therapy and medication, but I knew of cousins that had much more severe symptoms and had to be sent to a boarding school because their parents didn’t have enough money to cover treatment. This was often a sad reality in the rural areas of india. Mental disorders go unrecognized until too late, and the care available is often too expensive.

It was nearing the point of the Muhurtum, where the groom puts the mangalsutra and sindoor on me and I was nervous. It had all come back to me and I shut my eyes. I could feel something bubbling up in me. Power, a warmth rising through my core getting hotter each second. When it reached its peak I realize everyone had gone quiet.

I opened my eyes, and what I saw changed my life forever. Everyone was asleep. I was astonished. Did I do that? I realized I had and so many things came back to me. Events from my life, all things that couldn’t really be explained, all accompanied by the same feeling I just had. People falling asleep, I also realized I had flown, or become invisible. Did I have powers? No, I told myself, it couldn’t be. But it was. At that moment I focused on getting out and suddenly, I flew up and out.

At the exact same moment everyone woke up. What? I thought, how? I had no idea but I just decided to use my new found power to fly to my cousin in Delhi. I hadn’t realized that, while my power impressive, flying the two thousand kilometers needed would not be easy. I landed in a corn field, gathering my bearings. I took a deep breath, then focused on Delhi. Well, as it turns out, I wasn’t exactly the best at this and ended up on the outskirts of London.

I recognized the London eye in the distance. I stared to fly, trying to get a better sense of where I was and what I could do. I darted forward, flying in the sky Superman style for maybe ten minutes. I looked down and saw the, London Eye? I had flown farther than I meant to, I looked down at the London eye, suddenly realizing that they all could see me. I suddenly started falling, unable to take control of my powers. I watched in shock as the man on the street under me looked up, raised his hands, and concentrated. I stopped.

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Chapter One: Karthika's Awakening P1/2

Karthika

Name: Karthika

Superpower: Any conceivable power, but only one at a time

Sexuality: Asexual

Gender: Female

Mental disorder: Mild schizophrenia

Hometown: Chennai, India

Race: Indian

Suit: Traditional Indian Kurti with gold embroidery that has the power to morph into whatever form is the most conventional

I woke up in my bed in the our town house, and looked out the window, it was a beautiful day, the perfect for my wedding. I opened the window, warm January air flowing in from the beautiful Erode district of Tamil Nadu. I looked out, past the my wonderful groom’s house into a field with a beautiful view of Mt. Ekkarai Malai.

The green grass was long all around us, and the wildflowers were beautiful. Although, as I looked I couldn’t help but think how much of this was the result of colonialism and the industrialization of my country. It was a thought I often had pondered. I shook my head to clear myself of this thought and watched as my father and his friends gaily walked to the banquet hall in downtown.

They had started to set it up last night after the multitude of traditions we had performed and now they were finalizing the decorations. I saw the sun rising over the mountain, the orange tendrils streaming throughout the country side. The colors flooding the sky, adding a glossing of vibrancy to the countryside. It was now the day of the wedding and we had to begin our ceremonies almost immediately.

I walked out to the kitchen greeting my many family members and friends. We all sat sipping our chai and eating our Dosa at the table. Once we had finished our crispy rice crepes and the delicious coconut chutney to go with them; my favorite, we split into two groups. Sita Athai, Anbarasi Athai, and Ezhil Athai went onto the porch to set up the area for MangalaSnanam.

“Karthika! It's time to get dressed!” I shuddered, why did she say it so loud. I sat my tea down with a blissful sigh nevertheless. I was ecstatic, I was getting married. The first step had begun. I walked into the Living room area where my cousins and mother had all of my attire set up. I stood near them, stripping down to my petticoat. They all gathered around, holding my six yards of crimson fabric in their hands. They started by tucking the plain end of the fabric into my matching red petticoat, starting just below my belly button. They wrapped the fabric around my waist once counter-clockwise, to create the first part of the pattern. They started the pleats, creating the seven, five inch pleats that wrapped around my waist.

Once we had been purified and preformed the beginning rituals, we walked up to the ornate stage set up in front of the chairs and performed Kashi Yatra where my fiancé threatened to leave and go on a pilgrimage. It was all so thrilling in the moment, but when the time came for my father to promise me to him so he wouldn’t leave I had started to feel a little anxious. It was a little feeling, in the pit of my stomach, but I suppressed it and pressed on.

After that we started the Oonjal, the final portion of the wedding. We started on the stage at the front of the room, carrying the garland we were to lay upon our fiancé. Once we had made it to the stage and had presented the garlands it all started rushing to me.

I was going to get married, was expected to have children, and, even worse, sex. From the first time my mom gave me the sex talk, I knew I was different, I knew that there was some thing weird about me. I wished I was normal, but I wasn’t. All my friends talked about being excited about getting married because they could have sex with their husbands but I was different. It never really excited me but really kinda made me queasy.

Later in my life I learned about Asexuality. It was a taboo topic here in India, just like everything queer, but I had done some research and found out about it. I was what was considered sex repulsed asexual, meaning I had no interest in sex, and it disgusted me.

For most of my life I kept this secret but as I got into my later years of highschool I started telling close friends. The general consensus was that I just needed to find the right guy. This irked me, more often then not it would set me off into a socially isolated episode of my schizophrenia where I spiraled into depression. I would isolate, fearing my aggression would bubble to the surface, I would lash out at anyone helping me, often feeling terrible after the fact. It was something I learned to deal with. My schizophrenia was diagnosed by a doctor when I was young and, because of the stigma around neuron divergency in India it was never really addressed. But then It happened.

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super name: bacchus

name: tobias brötstien

power: madness (can cause hallucinations and queasiness to people who he touches.)

sexuality: asexual

romantic orientation: gay

gender: genderqueer

disability: hoh + adhd

hometown: gainesville

nationality: american

race: white

super suit: a long white gown with grape vines embroidered on the sleeves. he wears a white mask and a dark purple cape. also has a halo of sorts.

other features: tall, shoulder length blonde hair, green eyes, and a scar on their nose.

oMG I love it. I’ll try to get on it, but right now I’ve been focused on re writing my earlier stories and getting them up. 

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Not me making a whole ass universe with history for my super hero Story....

okay, so bc I am here's a rundown:

the stories take place in 2035

the Irish have insanrly high tensions with the English, and are often used as a scape goat following terrorist bombings of five English pubs perpetrated by Irish uni students.

the people's republic of China was dissolved following the widespread exposure of corruption and taiwans ncrease of power. tibet is controlled by the republic of Tibet, and the rest of China is controlled by Taiwan, ong kong also gaining full independence

despite Trups losses he is still idolized by white supreacists.

Poland still is in a major human rights crisis, with queer rights being retracted, as well as womens rights. This is a major subject in the EU, with intervention supported by most, but held up by countries such as the UK.

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Super name: Anglefish Name: Milogost Paszek Power: Angle Manipulation (like if a marble was rolling on the floor they’d be able to change its angle of direction) Sexuality: polysexual Gender Identity: agender Hometown: Stary Węgrzynów Nationality: Polish

Ooh! I love it! Ill try to get on making a short story about them, and then I’ll probably incorporate them completly later

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If I haven’t said this before I’m saying it now

If I do something

-offensive

-racist

-antisemetic

-islamphobic

-ableist

-anything -phobic

Tell me! I want to ensure a safe place for all poc, all religions, all disabilities, etc.

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Hello, Hello, Hello, My queer-dos

Okay fine I'll stop with the puns. But, I am going to be deleting all of my posts on this blog as I'm re posting them, but like better, and more detailed. I only have one chapter edited so far, and that is still WIP for one tiny bit, so for the next little bit there will be no posts except this one. If you wanna suggest a charecter, you can do so in an ask. I have a certain format I want so I'll include that below (anything with an asterisk (*) IS mandatory):

Super Name*:

Name*:

Power*:

Sexuality*:

Romantic orientatio (if diffrent):

Gender Identity*:

(If they are neuro divergent or disabled) Disablity:

Hometown:

Nationality:

Race:

Super suit:

Other Features:

OKay! Thank you for supporting this blog! I really appreciate it. As always, I love seeing you like it, but reblogs help more people see my content. So! Reblog! Enjoy the stories! And make sure to call me out if and when I fuck up. Cus it will happen. and you are my first line of defense, so make sure to mention it if you spot something

if you wanna read my original work on AO3 instead of [tumblr] here it is: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Gayboiohio/pseuds/Gayboiohio

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Name: B Powers: invisibility, anything else? Gender: male (trans ftm) Sexuality: Pansexual Hometown: siberia, russia Race: Russian american Suit: plain black (with grey pieces?)

Okay I’ll try to do that when I’m not dead inside sorry bout that

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Please please please call me out if I do something wrong. If I sterotype or make a hurtful charicuture of ethnic or disability groups please tell me so I can fix it. I never mean to offend people and only want to make inclusive, diverse stories.

Okay, so basicly I'm making a universe of diverse super hero's. Currently im only making backstories bc I'm like not good at action lol. If you wanna make the action scenes then like message me, and I'll maybe let you. You can suggest charecters in this format:

Whisperet

Name: Claudia

power: can talk to animals / control them

sexuality: classic cottagecore lesbian

Gender: female

Mental disorder :Stendhal Syndrome

hometown: cork, ireland

Race: irish

suit: bunny mask, white/ pastel colored old fashoned type dress ( easy to move around in tho) converse

they need to be diverse mentally, sexually, gender wise and/or like racially. I'll try to write backstories when I'm motivated. Thanks! Love Y'all