Dick: Flynn Rider (flirty, hawt, charming, nice butt, sarcastic, has almost died several times, orphan, has a thing for a certain hair color, gets made fun of for his name, sneaky, hides feelings with humor)
Jason: Aladdin (street rat, doesn’t listen to authority, protects kids, good at stealing things, witty, wore a vest, wound up hanging with rich people, feminist, strange friends)
Tim: Eric (pretty blue eyes, pure, isn’t fazed by weird stuff, heroic, my fave, always rich, depressed sometimes, has a British butler, doesn’t do what he’s told)
Duke: Kristoff (sarcastic, doesn’t get rich people, orphan, loner, has issues with authority, a realist, adopted by a super weird family, doesn’t know what’s going on most of the time)
Damian: Beast (cuddly, will fight everyone, no friends besides maybe two people, lonely, scary smiles, rude child, not a people person)
The Ultimate Percy Jackson Characterization Masterpost
Because I have been talking about this for months and a lot of other people have too, but it’s disjointed. I want to compile it, since his mischaracterization breaks my heart and makes me want to scream with rage. Please add if you think of something I didn’t! I’m also starting the tag “#percy jackson defense squad”, so feel free to start dumping your salt and rage and theories and ideas in there because I wanna hear them!
Trigger warnings for mentions of suicidal thoughts, sexual abuse, child abuse, and domestic violence.
The 9th Time(which doesn’t count because Obi-Wan was trying to save Anakin in the first place). This is heavily referenced from here. I saw it and decided a Star Wars version needs to exist hence I drew this.
Summary: Spiderman gets in a little bit of trouble, and he just doesn’t know if he was going to survive, until someone steps in.
Just a cute little imagine for you (Just kidding it isn’t little it's’ almost 3000 words I am so sorry I need to need to be stopped) Anyways I hope you like it and omg Tom Holland stop being so cute. Anyways I hope you enjoy!
Peter woke up with the worst headache in the world and had no idea where he was waking up too. The city sirens rang in the background and the cool lights shined and blinded his vision. He groaned and tried to get up, but a sharp pain stopped him in the stomach. It wasn’t until he felt his whole body ache did he notice that there was a pair of cold, delicate hands hovering over his stomach did he notice that someone else was with him. He tried to get up from the floor, but the hands laid a wet tissue that stung his cuts.
“Oh, what are you doing to me?” Peter complained as he fully came through. He looked at the kind face that tended to his wounds. He noticed that his costume shirt was off, mainly to tend to the wounds on his stomach, but it seems his savior has kept on his face mask. The lady looked up at him and smiled. She looked about the same age as Peter, but she had the kindest and most playful eyes he has ever witnessed. “Looks like Spiderman has gotten in a big boy fight, hasn’t he?” The girl teased as she took out a large bandage for one of the scrapes on his body. Peter smirked under the mask.
wrongdoing. a lump welled up in my throat. was that all i was? a wrongdoing? the result of a god’s mistake? … percy didn’t feel powerful. the more heroic stuff he did, the more he realized how limited he was. he felt like a fraud. i’m not as great as you think, he wanted to warn his friends. his failures, like tonight, seemed to prove it. maybe that’s why he’d started to fear suffocation. it wasn’t so much drowning in the earth or the sea, but the feeling that he was sinking in too many expectations, literally getting in over his head.
Draw some person, who has a major cold, toothache or stomachache, doing (or trying to do) something epic and cool (like lead character stuff in heroic fantasy setting). Also draw a cozy and/or angsty hurt-comfort scene about them afterwards.
Can you do an imagine where one of the boys,(whoever you want) finds like a secret stash of pictures or like a photo album dedicated to the accomplishments of them as their superhero identity? Does this make sense?
@batman-robin I hope this is what you meant by your request. I did it based on my Jay-Bear and I tried really hard on this at 12:16 in the morning. I hope you like it!!
“Hey Y/N. Have you seen my black boots anywhere?”
You were too busy in the shower to actually look for his boots for him so you went ahead and yelled back at him. “They’re under the bed Jason.”
“I already looked under the bed hun.” he replied, looking under the bed again.
“Well maybe you didn’t look hard enough…” you mumbled under your breath.
“What was that sweet cheeks?”
“Uhh…I said I’ll be out in a minute to help you look for them.”
“Yea. That’s what I thought you said.”
You rolled your eyes as you rinsed the rest of the soap off of your body. You and Jason have been dating for over a year now and you guys have been living together for over 3 months. It’s been pretty good, considering the fact that Jason has been working night shifts from his job. You never noticed how many times he gets hurts on his job, with the amount of times he comes home bruised and bloody. You are concerned. Hell, you were just flat out worried. You don’t say anything though.If he’s happy, then you are happy. Besides, you have your own little hobby after he leaves for work.
You grab your (f/c) towel and wrap it around you. You then walk into the bedroom to help Jason look for his shoes. “Alright Jason. Last time I saw them, they were under the bed. So unless they got up and walked themselves straight out of that door, they have to be under the bed.”
Jason didn’t say anything to you when you walked in. You thought it was strange because Jason is NEVER quiet. EVER.
“Jason? Are you alright?”
That is when you saw it. Your little “hobby” that you have worked hard on for almost a year. It was your box. And inside that box, there were photos. Not just any photos. Photos of the vigilante himself, Red Hood. Every night, you would go out and look for the Red Hood. where ever he was, just to snap a photo of him. Whether it was fighting a bad guy or protecting a citizen, you were there with your camera getting every heroic deed. And now your boyfriend has found your little secret.
He looked at you with questioning eyes and all you could do was shrug. “You mind explaining these?”
You walked over your drawer and pulled out some underwear. “Where should I begin?”
“The beginning would be fine.”
You sighed as you looked for your favorite pair of underwear. “I’ve been taking pictures of the Red Hood.”
“For how long?”
“A little over a year.” You found your underwear and pajamas and motioned with your finger to tell Jason to turn around. When he did, you proceeded dressing. “It was a little bit before we were dating.”
“I can see that.” He sat on the bed and looked at some more photos. When you were done dressing, you came to sit next to him and looked at the picture he was looking at.
“This one was one of my favorites.” You said, grabbing the picture from him. “He was saving a little girl from a burning building on this date. I think it was April 23rd.”
“Do you have a crush on the Red Hood or something?” he asked, getting tense.
You looked at him questioningly. “It’s not like I have a crush on him. I admire him. He does a lot of good for the city.”
“But you know he is a bad guy right?” he said, “He killed a lot of people, ruled over crime bosses. Hell, even almost killed Batman. How could you admire him.”
You shrugged again. “Yeah well, I only get the good shots of him. He still does good deeds. He’s like Batman, but not in way. Batman puts fear into his enemies but Red Hood does things that Batman won’t do. He also does some heroic stuff of his own, Jason. Sure he’s done a lot of wrong but…” You took another picture out of the box and showed it to Jason. It was a picture of him hugging the little girl. “…he does a lot of good for the city too. I admire him Jason. I really do. I hope one day I could meet hi-.”
Jason interrupted you with a kiss. It wasn’t his usual kiss that he gave you. This one was like a sigh of relief kind of kiss. You didn’t know why he would feel that way but you gladly took the kiss anyway and holding him tight.
“You know I think you are crazy right?” he replied after the kiss.
“You’re the crazy one if it gets you hot and bothered from me talking about another man.” you replied. You got up from the bed and headed towards the living room. “I’m gonna order a pizza for dinner and put Netflix on. That cool?”
He smirked. “Sounds like a perfect Netflix and Chill night.”
“Say that again and you won’t get any “chill” tonight.” you said, smacking your ass as you walked away towards the living room.
He looked at all the photos again as he put them all back into the box. He would tell you that he was Red Hood eventually, but right now he just wants you to be able to live a normal life. Though hearing you say all that stuff about him and how you admire him, makes him feel a little more better about himself.
“Damn I’m so photogenic. I beat Dick by a mile. Can’t wait to tell him this.” He put the box under the bed and headed towards the living room with you.
Could you please do some kirishima angst were he cheats on his s/o, thank you
Breaking my heart right at the start of the blog *sobs*- Anyway, gender-neutral pronouns used! Cheater!Kirishima x Reader:
You loved him, everything about him. His kind-hearted and adorable personality or the way he used to kiss your neck, slowly and passionate. Always leaving hickeys on it, saying it’s his way to show others you only belong to him. You believed all the things he said, all the affections, all the trust.
There was that one girl, Kirishima seemed to grew quite fond of, but you didn’t really pay attention to this, he was your better half after all. Although, from time to time, they started seeing each other a lot more often than you preferred.
“Eijirou?” you called out for him for the third time now. “Eijirou listen to me!”, he finally snapped out of his daze. “Ah! I am sorry! What did you say, honey?” Sighting, you answered “I wanted to know if you’re free today? We could grab something to eat and watch movies?”
The red haired male became suddenly troubled and averted your gaze. “Umm, I-I don’t have time! I have to do heroic stuff, you know what I mean!”By the time you wanted to chase his obvious strange behavior up, he was already gone.
You knew him far too good, he was lying, definitely. Nevertheless, there was nothing to do about it, so you decided to go to his place and surprise him with dinner.
As you put a hand on his doorknob a chill ran down your spine. Maybe it was a sign for you not to go in there, but you ignored it as you opened the door silently.
The moment you entered his house you heard familiar voices. “Oh my Eijirou-kun, stop kissing my neck I am ticklish there!~”
The blood froze in your veins instantly. There was no way-, no, this is a misunderstanding!
“You can’t escape me, honey!” your boyfriend said teasingly.
A warm, wet feeling was at your cheeks. You were crying. There were so many tears running down your face, your vision went completely blurry. For that reason you accidentally threw a vase down a shelf.
A loud sound could be heard when the vase shattered on the ground. At that time you could have sworn that was the sound of your heart as it burst into million small pieces. The voices stopped talking. You just wished to get out there as quick as possible, you clearly didn’t want to see him with another girl. This would cause a total breakdown. You rushed out of his house.
While you were running as fast as your feet would allow, all the memories of him popped up in your head. The way he hugged you from behind, you felt so safe in his strong arms. The way he used to compliment your eyes as he caressed your jawline. So many good memories and he threw them away like they never meant anything to him. He even called her Honey, he told you, this name only fits you because you’re the sweetest to him. He told you, you were special. Lies. So many Lies.
Little did you know that Kirishima actually saw you while you were rushing out of his house. He knew he was stupid, he broke your heart. The heart of the person he loved so endlessly. The person who always was there when he needed them. But they won’t be there now, they won’t hug him again, they won’t kiss him again and they won’t ever say how much they love him, while looking at him with their lively eyes, again.
He gave all of this up, just to have one night with pleasure. What was even the reason? He had it all, his paradise were you. But he didn’t realized it until it was too late.
Growing up, there weren’t a lot of female role models (that’s not really the word I’m looking for here, but it will have to do) in the things I was interested in. I mean, there was Lucy Lawless as Xena the Warrior Princess and the yellow and pink power rangers, and that was basically it.
Not to mention being a girl in rural Texas means being given poofy-sleeved dresses and nail polish every year for… all the special occasions? And being told to act “ladylike”, which pretty much means just sit still and look pretty.
And so for a long time, I thought being a girl was really… lame? Boring? Like, I really believed that women were just damsels in distress or love interests, not dragon-fighting knights or badass duel-wielding ninjas. And they certainly didn’t have much in the way of personality, besides being kind and gentle and sweet (not that there’s anything inherently wrong there, mind you– be nice to people, for real!)
I distinctly remember a conversation I had with our drama teacher in high school. We were supposed to be writing a one-act play for our final grade. I had decided to write a story which pretty much had an entirely male cast, all except for the sweet, demure housewife who made sure dinner was on the table. My teacher asked me why I chose to write a story where the main character was a guy. And I shrugged, and said I just liked them better. And it was always like that, every time I wrote a story, it was about a heroic dude, going to do his heroic dude stuff. Because that’s what dudes do.
And then, I played Dragon Age. And as usual, I started playing with a male character (who I love and is still my Canon Warden). But… the women in Dragon Age are soooo far removed from the way women are portrayed in most of the media I’ve been exposed to. The women of Thedas are smart, strong, independent, powerful, witty, wise, and just… three-dimensional?
And then the lore! Even the concept of the Chantry (yes, yes, I know, fuck the Chantry, but still!) was this major feminist thing for me: a religion controlled by women? A female “Pope”?
When I got DA2, I decided to play as a female Hawke (with the sarcastic dialogue choices, because sarcastic!Hawke is life), and I fell in love with how amazing she was. How even though she romanced Fenris, her story wasn’t about him, it was about her and her struggles. And how she could have struggles! And overcome them on her own! And how sometimes she couldn’t overcome them, but it didn’t make her weak or helpless. And how she didn’t have to be nice all the time and how her opinions actually shaped the world around her.
So, naturally, by the time I got my hands on Inquisition, I was like, fuck playing a dude, I’m gonna be a lady again! :DD And I did, and I fought ten freaking DRAGONS (11 if you count Corypheus’s, and 12 if you count the one in Jaws of Hakkon!) and I cavorted with Sera and I drank my fill with Iron Bull and I made out with a freaking god and I decided the fate of the Orlesian empire and I saved the *fucking* world and how could I have ever thought that girls were boring???
And so, yes, Dragon Age is important to me, because it taught me how to be proud of being a woman. And I just needed to get that out, because I’m so grateful for the writers and developers of these games.
Gratuitous Dad Might feelings, set during Izuku’s training. Enjoy!
“Hey All Might, I’ve got a question.”
All Might quirked an eyebrow, his skeletal face drawn, just
a bit more open in curiosity. He dug his palm into the mealy beach sand and
leaned on it, closer now to Izuku sitting beside him.
“About just…being a hero, I guess.” Izuku shrugged, eyes
forward. “As a day-to-day thing, that I can’t figure out just by studying
interviews and reading articles. The…non-heroic stuff.” He pooled his hands in
his lap. His skin had crusted with dried sweat and ocean brine. The training
had lapsed him into a meditative calm. He faced the water as he spoke, sun
dipping lower along the skyline.
All Might shrugged too. He hunched his shoulders a bit and
watched the sunset. “Being a hero isn’t different from being a normal adult, my
boy. I pay taxes, I grocery shop… I do laundry sometimes.” He shot a sidelong
glance to Izuku. “Heroes do get to live normal lives outside their heroic
deeds, if that has you worried.”
Izuku shook his head, breath held, body tense. “I don’t…think
so, All Might. Not the heroes I’ve studied. Not even you.”
All Might offered a gruff noise. A breeze off the water
caught his hair, fanning it back behind his head. “I assure you I do do
laundry. I watch television. I even vacuum, if you can believe it.”
Izuku shook his head again, more insistent this time. “No…that’s
not what I mean. I don’t mean ‘Do heroes do chores?’ I mean…bigger things. All
the important milestones in most people’s lives. They’re different.”
“You’re going to have to explain, my boy. I don’t follow.”
Izuku flinched, flushing red. He sat up straight and pressed
his hands together. When he spoke, his words clipped together. “I mean I don’t
mean to be invasive I’d never consider putting you on the spot
“Out with it, Midoriya.”
“You don’t have a family!” Izuku answered, hot and fervent.
His eyes widened, as if suddenly aware of his own words. “Not…just you. No
hero. None of them. I’ve studied so many and yet…there’s no one.”