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Can you please reblog if your blog is a safe place for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, asexual, aromantic, pansexual, non binary, demisexual or any other kind of queer or questioning people? Because mine is.

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Don’t be proud of those with whom your soul is willing to go crazy.

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“Why don’t you hate me?” The villain snapped, eyes narrowed at the young hero before them. They were growing old, had seen the worst in people - had been the worst of people. And yet, despite the fights and the taunts and the threats they recognized something in the young - perhaps a bit too young - hero’s eyes that shouldn’t be there.

A sense of comfort. Safety. Safety around their enemy.

The hero blinked.

“Why are you asking?” They responded, sitting on the rubble of one of their many past battles. The villain merely gestured to their surroundings as an example, annoyed disbelief marking their features.

“You know why,” They hissed. “All of this! And everything else that’s happened! I’ve destroyed districts, I’ve held your friends hostage, for God’s sake I’ve threatened to kill people!”

As if to add insult to injury, the hero was nodding along.

“I’m... I’m aware. I’ve dealt with most of those cases this past year, y’know.”

“Then you know precisely why I’m asking you these questions. I’m not someone you should find comfort in.”

The hero seemed to... well, metaphorically shrink. Eyes flicking to the ground for a moment, then back to the villain. The villain’s gaze, on the other hand, was unwavering.

“I don’t know if this is some game you’re playing with me. Trying to make me turn over a new leaf by ‘bonding’ with me, or whatever you’ve got planned. But it’s a bad idea,” They gritted their teeth, sucking in air to keep their temper under control. “Do I have to remind you why you’re doing this in the first place? Do I have to remind you I killed your parents?!”

“I know.” The hero said, their voice now flat and hushed. Drawing a deep breath themselves, their face was hidden behind their hair, staring at the dirt to avoid whatever look they would earn. “...That’s the point.”

Silence.

The villain found themselves scrambling to pick up whatever pieces of a composed facade they could. Not that it was enough, they figured, as they shifted back onto their heels as the young hero’s words lingered.

“What?” Was all they managed. The hero looked up, one eye showing through their hair.

“It’s because you killed them, okay?” A hint of... something, in their voice. Not anger. Not towards the villain, at least. “You got them out of my life.”

The villain shivered. Ah.

“...they abused you.”

“Shocking, ain’t it? The great and powerful heroes, beloved by all, always with a smile on their face as they defeated you again and again! Were abusive parents.” The hero looked up fully, animated by a different energy than their usual ‘go-gett’em’ attitude. Perhaps something a bit more authentic. “They were the worst kind, too. Never left a mark that people could see and then tried to trick me into thinking it’s not there at all! Had to keep up their image after all.”

The villain, now lacking their former fire and frustrations, found themselves sitting nearby. Silent and listening. The hero drew a deep breath, gripping the stone beneath them until their knuckles turned white.

“And you’re the only person who hates them like I do!” They exclaimed. “This whole fucking city glorifies and loves the people who tormented me my whole life and I can’t tell them what they were really like for ‘publicity reasons’ or whatever my dumbass lawyer says. You hate me, but you hate them too!”

They had to take a few moments to catch their breath after that. Heaving, shaking, as though an infected wound had finally been allowed to drain of its contents. For once, the villain didn’t see their parents when they looked at the hero. For once, someone saw the child separate from them.

“...I know. I know I shouldn’t find you comforting. I shouldn’t wish you were my-...I shouldn’t find safety in someone who hates me. Coping mechanisms are fickle like that. I can’t get a therapist either, ‘cause of what I said earlier with the lawyer. And I’m sorry for projecting that on you. It’s not your fault they were terrible people.” They said between hiccups, frustrated and mourning.

The villain held out a book to them. The cover was blank, the pages equally so.

“Keep a journal. Putting it on paper makes it build up less.” The villain said, despite the hero’s confusion. “And a lawyer shouldn’t be able to keep you from seeking therapy. If they try, just... contact me. It’ll be an accident.”

Now it was the hero’s turn to be stunned silent. Hugging the book to their chest, they stared blankly forwards at nothing in particular.

“...noted.” They finally muttered. “Thank you.”

“...I’m not going to stop my plans. I know you won’t stop fighting me. But I’ll try not to compare you to... them,” They sighed, standing up and looking at their watch. They were late. They didn’t care. “I always got an off feeling from them anyways. Figures their morals were as fake as their grins. Go be with your friends. I have some rescheduling to do.”

The hero nodded silently, standing despite the shaking of their legs. Was this catharsis? The villain turned and walked off, though they did look back one last time before the hero flew off.

The hero was staring with that comforted feeling from before.

And they supposed they’ll just have to get used to it.

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ATTENTION

If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

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I have so many DND character ideas I want to use but by god I cannot bring myself to join public DND servers and I am dying inside

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E-mail snail whose shell is a Mac 128K from 1984…

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☆~ Please reblog/like this if you'd like an occasional visit from the Random Oc Questions Fairy! ~☆

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Imagine you make a character and he becomes Tumblr’s next sexyman

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Thank you Tumblr for the glitch very cool.

ANYWAYS my answer was:

Hello~

Destiny’s birthdate is on December 21st, which would be the winter solstice. That has no real connotation to her, I just thought it was cool. And while Albea doesn’t have star signs like Earth does (though they probably have something similar,,, worldbuilding to think on) she would be a Sagittarius

You've been visited by the random OC question fairy! May your day be filled with cake, friends, and good vibes! 🎉🎈🎂 :D ~☆

What is your character's birth date? Is there anything significant about that date? What is their star sign?

Hello~

Destiny’s birthdate is on December 21st, which would be the winter solstice. That has no real connotation to her, I just thought it was cool. And while Albea doesn’t have star signs like Earth does (though they probably have something similar,,, worldbuilding to think on) she would be a Sagittarius!

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You've been visited by the random OC question fairy! May your day be filled with cake, friends, and good vibes! 🎉🎈🎂 :D ~☆

What is your character's birth date? Is there anything significant about that date? What is their star sign?

Hello~

Destiny’s birthdate is on December 21st, which would be the winter solstice. That has no real connotation to her, I just thought it was cool. And while Albea doesn’t have star signs like Earth does (though they probably have something similar,,, worldbuilding to think on) she would be a Sagittarius!

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Radical, man.

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Hello everyone! In order to spread some birthday cheer, please like/reblog this post if you'd like a special, birthday themed character question!

☆~Thank you all for making this last year special!~☆

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🌹🌹🌹 ~☆

“She took her sister nearly knocking over her ink bottles as a sign to come in, gingerly unfastening the lock with her magic while Jessica recovered from her near heart attack.”

“ The cool wind from her open balcony swayed through her feathers and gently pushed sketches and concept art to the floor, but it was a small price to pay for a perfect view of the city below her. “

“…I actually think you should choose the princess, auntie.”

no context sentence hours are fun.

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for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing

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man i gotta draw my skykid sometime