to defeat her at first

huhuhh this was originally for a request for jasper leading a battle and then it sorta just ended up being jailbreak-y lol

What Natsu was really going to say...

On a lighter note of our precious baby vanishing in thin air, what did he really want to say?

In reference to this panel in 453: 

So flash forward to 538 when Natsu, Lucy, Happy and Gray are walking back:

What I’d like to point out is while Lucy and Gray are talking, they are oblivious to the interaction of Natsu and Happy, as many readers are as well. The focus in this panel was meant to be on Gray and his relationship with Juvia, but I couldn’t help but notice Natsu’s seemingly embarrassed and anxious face and Happy’s scared (if you could call it that) face. It seems Happy mentioned something to Natsu during the conversation of the relationship Juvia and Gray, something that is possibly related in some way to Gray’s unclear relationship with Juvia who loves him. Maybe something along the lines of him and Lucy? Which causes Natsu to react in a embarrassed and panicked state. I can practically hear Natsu telling Happy to shut up, because the war is finally over and now it’s time to do what he said he was going to do (which he also swore he’d do whatever it was in front of Lucy as well).

Plus, in 520, whatever Natsu wanted to do we can rest assured differed from Zeref and Acnologia, since it was stated above. I doubt Natsu knows that Acnologia has been defeated (for now) so we can rest assured he wasn’t going to talk about fighting or anything like that. Plus, can we please note that he wanted to do/say whatever it was and that took PRIORITY over defeating Zeref and Acnologia. Natsu’s first thought went to whatever he wanted to do and THEN Zeref. Whatever he was going to say is very important to him, even more so then him dying or the impending (and almost over) war. 

And I just wanted to throw this little cap in from 521 as well. Here we see that even as Natsu went into a demon/END mode he was still conscious that he thought that Lucy died. This is still a lingering fear of Natsu’s I believe, that Lucy will somehow leave him by dying. We know that Future Lucy’s death was very emotional for Natsu, and time and time again after the 1 year time skip Natsu is shown to be very protective of Lucy, claiming that “Even if all is left is her head…Lucy will still be Lucy” (477) and protecting her by putting his body first. Even when it comes time for him to face Zeref and Natsu’s first defeat, he thanks Lucy, thinks of her, knowing she is helping him. Why is this important to note? Because in reference to the panel above, whatever Natsu wanted to do/say trumps beating Zeref, and with Lucy gone/dead than he could never accomplish that. Not only is she the closest person to him, and vise versa, but with her dying he is left with unfinished business IE what he wanted to say to her. Hence him going overboard. Just thought this was worthy to note!

Examples:


Back to the point lol…

This panel in particular shows how teasing Happy is towards Natsu. The second panel he seems to tease Lucy in a way, which makes me believe that whatever Natsu was about to say, whether it be a confession or whatnot, it involves Lucy. Otherwise, I don’t believe Happy would have responded to Lucy with that expression. The bottom panels also show Happy and his teasing, him holding back a laugh with a blush on his cheeks. He’s obviously teasing Natsu about something, something that he knows will embarrass Natsu. He tends to make that expression when it is in regards to Natsu and Lucy and their somewhat unclear relationship:



One can argue that it can be for fanservice, and yes it very well can be, but I don’t see it that way. What Natsu wanted to say involves Lucy in some form so hopefully he comes back so we can find out what ;A;

I believe that Anna and Acnologia coming back (since the last panel there seemed to be this rip in the sky so bitches are coming back) will probably bring a way to save natsu in some form? I don’t believe he is gone for good, but I do believe a sacrifice will be needed in order to bring him back. However, much like these chapters are going, it could also be a troll, and he vanishes somewhere to makes amends with Zeref maybe before coming back to the guild since Zeref and Mavis both defeated the curse? maybe since they defeated it w love they can have like a wish granted, much like Zeref wished he made up with Natsu lol if this is the case I’ll be shook.

Safe Haven, Bill Denbrough.

A/N: So ever since I saw the new It movie I wanted to make something for Bill because he’s gr8 and deserves all the love in the world. First things first, I know a lot of people hate on accounts that make fanfiction for It so before you comment just know that I’m 100% not sexualizing them in any way. Just making a sweet imagine? And I’m the actors age anyways. So now that we have that out of the way, enjoy this long ass imagine. 

Word Count: 22,743 words.

The clock ticks at warp speed and everyone is frantically rushing down the aisles of each row of desks to sign yearbooks. Only a few people have signed her’s and if she were to be honest, she’d admit that it hurts. When you’re one of the school’s outcasts, you have to brush off a lot of things people say to you. You have to bite your tongue and pretend it doesn’t hurt and in Y/N’s case, it’s a challenge.

Chatter throughout the room only grows and suddenly her mind is scattered through all of the commotions of the final bell of the year ringing. Except someone manages to hold her attention.

Bill Denbrough.

Y/N’s had a crush on Bill for months now.
It started at the beginning of the school year. She wasn’t always an outcast, in fact, at one time she could have been considered mildly popular. That was until the rumors started spreading and like any person caught in the firing line of cruel teenage girls, Y/N did the only thing she knew how to. She pushed everything away. She excluded herself so that they couldn’t do it first and this happened the week she took a notice in Bill.

They were, and still are, teenagers. They’re kids and Y/N is not the kind of girl to leap into liking a someone, whether it be a friendship or relationship. She recalls that day now. He had just happened to catch her eye while she was hunched over her copy of Lord of the Flies in English. The white noise, Ms. Harrington lecturing about the dark themes and arcs of the novel, faded further. Then she looked away. It was a short, but memorable first glance.

The next time Bill captured her interest was a few days later. Y/N caught herself glancing at him instinctively and observing from a distance. Then in the following weeks, she kept checking him out, not even intending to do so, until she admitted to herself that she had a small crush on Bill Denbrough.

Not many of the girls in school were particularly fond of him, he was considered a loser after all. But from the little she’s seen and heard of him, Y/N is convinced he’s a good person.

Bill is now signing someone’s yearbook as his remains laid open on the desk next to her. The mostly blank paper, safe for a couple signatures from the Losers’ Club, tempt and convince her to go through with it. To finally make the move she’s been trying to all year. Y/N is desperate to have a friend. Even if she doesn’t want to admit this to herself, she wants someone to talk to and to understand her. She may have a crush on Bill, but to be his friend would be enough. It would be more than enough for a girl who only has one.

Y/N blows out a sharp exhale, swinging her pen up from the groove of her desk and leaning through the aisle to write in his yearbook.

The orange ink of her pen slides smoothly across the inside cover, and slopes of her cursive take up the entire bottom right corner of the “Autographs” page. He is still signing a few yearbooks and talking to Eddie Kaspbrak in the front of the classroom, while she carefully writes her note.

But he takes her by surprise.
Just as she’s going to sign her name, after she’d scrawled a small heart under the message, he turns back around. Y/N rips herself from the desk and almost trips while trying to find her seat again. Her thoughts run wild with every step he takes back to his seat and despite that he didn’t actually see her writing, she still fears he’ll know who wrote it immediately.

Bill’s hands scramble to grab the book, closing it and swinging his backpack over his shoulder.
The room gradually empties out and for the first time since last August, they are free from their school’s reign of terror.

Y/N tries not to let her shoulders slump as she takes the familiar route to her locker. But they eventually do and she can’t help but mentally scold herself for not signing the note. Now he won’t know it’s her unless she tells him, and that would defeat the purpose of her writing it in the first place. She’s has always had trouble opening up to people. This was her way to tell him how she feels without having to confront him directly.

And unfortunately, her locker is right next to Bill’s…and Richie, Eddie, and Stan’s.

“Here, let me sign it!” Richie says, snatching Bill’s yearbook from his arms and uncapping his pen.

The open locker door is the only barrier between her and Bill, offering itself up as a wall. With Y/N grimacing into her locker on one side and Bill leaning against his on the other. The two are both hyper-aware of the others’ presence between the wall, their bodies tensing at the thought of being so close.

“Didn’t know you had a girlfriend, Bill!”

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Blue Scarf

Summary: Her scarf flies into Tom’s face and as if the awkwardness that followed wasn’t bad enough, he walks into her work too.

Pairings: Reader(?) x Tom Holland

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Some swearing.

A/n: Roses are really expensive, you guys. Who knew? But yeah, I don’t know how I feel about this piece tbh. Let me know what you think so I can make up my mind about whether I like it or not lol. And I know this one isn’t very Tom heavy but I promise my next one will be :D


The wind blew furiously today. She tugged her coat tighter around her and hunched her shoulders to protect her exposed ears from the chilly assault. Her face was numb; she couldn’t even feel the pain of the wind whipping her cheeks anymore. As she reached to grab the purse swinging wildly at her hip, a gust of wind caught the end of her scarf, blowing it behind her. Because it wasn’t wrapped around her neck, the force of the wind simply yanked it free, and suddenly her scarf was flying through the air.

She gasped and spun around trying to locate her neckwear. She caught sight of it zigzagging through imaginary obstacles. Its bright blue allowed her to track its path as she gave chase. She ducked and weaved past the people, finally coming to a halt as she witnessed her scarf get blown right around some poor, unsuspecting pedestrian’s face. She watched as they stopped mid-step, frozen for a millisecond but clambering to free themselves immediately. She rushed up to them, apologies on the tip of her tongue.

“I’m so sor– “

She cut herself off. Words simply left her brain as the stranger pulled the scarf down. Her mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.

Wow, you are gorgeous!

“Um… thank you?”

“Huh?”

“You, uh, you said I was gorgeous,” she heard him say, registering the eloquent British accent.

As if he wasn’t stunningly attractive, he had to sound like that?

How is that fair?

“How is what fair?”

The perplexed expression on his face pulled her out of her reverie.

“What?”

“You said ‘How is that fair?’ What were you referring to?” he repeated.

I said that out loud?

“Yeah, you did,” he said, puzzlement becoming bemusement.

Oh, shit.

“I – I was referring to… Um, see, what I meant was –,” she scrambled to come up with an excuse. Her mind failing her, she shifted her gaze to the floor, a blush creeping up her face.

An agonising, awkward silence followed.

“Uh, anyway…,” his smile faltered, the odd conversation losing its charm.

“Here’s your scarf,” he said as he looped it around her neck. “Now you won’t lose it, again.”

Pursing his lips together in a polite smile, he moved past her and continued on his way. She stood there, dumbstruck.

What just happened?

She turned around, catching a glimpse of his slicked-back curls.

“Thank you!” she called out. He kept walking though, not hearing her.

*

The bell on the corner of the door rang as she opened it.

“Morning,” her friend called, not looking up from her flower arrangement. “We got to get that Truscott Gala order done by four today. Are you okay to work register while I work on that?”

“Oh, morning, Stel,” she responded, coming out of her thoughts. She had been replaying her brief encounter with the pretty, British man in her head, feeling more and more stupid each time.

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” she said, pulling off her coat and exchanging it for her apron. She kept the scarf on.

“What’s up with you?” her friend finally looked up, giving her a questioning look.

Crossing the too-long apron strings, she pulled them in front of her and tied a bow.

“You would not believe what an idiot I am, Stel,” she replied.

“I would, but go on,” her friend prompts.

“I was walking to work today and you know how it was really windy? Well, my scarf blew away and it landed on this guy’s face,” she recounted as she walked over to the window, flipping the ‘Closed’ sign to the ‘We’re Open’ side.

“And Stel, oh my god, this guy was so hot. Like, crazy, too-beautiful-to-be-real, smoking, kind of hot. And –,” she paused, “He was British!”

“Let me guess. You totally embarrassed yourself, right? Am I right?” her friend guessed.

Sighing in defeat, she looked at her friend. “Yes.”

“Oh, it was so bad. The first thing I said to him was ‘Wow, you’re gorgeous’. I mean, what kind of creep says that to a stranger they literally just met?”

“Uh, you?”

“I know,” she cried. “It just got more awkward from there, and I think he got a little freaked out because I was being so weird.”

“Well, duh.”

“But then he did the sweetest thing. He wrapped the scarf around my neck and goes ‘Here’s you scarf, now you won’t lose it again’,” she finished, imitating his accent. She snuggled into the scarf, recalling the way he had leaned in to place it around her. She could still vaguely remember his cologne, something classy and subtle.

“Okay, you weirdo, you can keep dreaming about all the different ways you should have handled that situation, later,” Stel pulled her back to the world. “Right now I need you on the register, paying attention. I’m going to the back to finish these flower arrangements. Call if you need anything.”

With that, Stel collected her tools and tulips and disappeared into the back room.

Smiling at her friend’s words, she went about preparing for the day ahead.

*

“Have a lovely afternoon,” she handed the bouquet of carnations to the man, just as the doorbell chimed again.

Her eyes scanned the small shop, looking to see who she would next offer her help to when she spotted the newcomer. His back was to her but she recognised his slicked-back brown curls. She froze.

“Oh no,” she whispered under her breath. She quickly ducked beneath the counter, trying to think of an escape route. She whipped her head left and right, racking her brain for a solution. Stel was in the back, if she could just get her attention, she could make her deal with him instead. He wouldn’t even have to know she was here.

Dropping to her hands and knees, she slowly crawled across the floor towards the doorway connecting the shopfront to the back room. It was situated several feet to the left. Keeping against the wall, she prayed he wouldn’t notice her when she was no longer hidden by the counter. As she reached the edge of her protective wall, she hesitated before taking a deep breath and continuing out into the open.

“Please don’t see me, please don’t see me,” she muttered. She was almost there, only a few more inches.

“Excuse me?”

Hearing the familiar voice behind her, she squeezed her eyes shut.

Shit.

She inhaled and stood. Her back straight and chin up, she pumped herself to turn around and face him. There was nothing else she could do at this point. This was it; she had to answer to the humiliation.

Oh, god.

But then at the last possible second, she squeaked, “Be right back,” and darted through the doorway.

Leaning against the wall, out of sight, she exhaled.

Phew, that was close.

“What are you doing?”

She jumped.

“Jesus, Stel! You scared me,” she whisper-yelled, hand over her heart.

Stel raised her eyebrow at her.

“Shit, Stel, it’s the guy! The British guy from this morning, he’s out there right now.”

She peeped around the doorframe. He was looking at the roses.

“What? Where? Let me see,” Stel exclaimed, scrambling to peer into the shop as well.

“Shh, he’ll hear you.”

“Oh man, you weren’t kidding. He is gorgeous.”

“Right?” she asked in agreement.

“Well get out there.”

“What? Are you insane?”

“No… now’s your chance to go show him you aren’t a total weirdo and get his number,” she stated, matter-of-factly. When she was met with an astonished expression, she nodded her head in encouragement.

“I don’t think –,” she began to protest but Stel shoved her out the door and into the shop. Her stumble caused him to turn towards her. She glared back at Stel before putting on her best customer service smile and walking behind the counter once more.

She could see the recognition dawning on his face and she cursed mentally. She was hoping he wouldn’t remember her but clearly he did. She could sense Stel in the other room, waiting to hear his reaction. She prepared herself for the worst.

“May I get a dozen red roses, please?”

“Huh?”

Wait, maybe he didn’t recognise her after all.

“A dozen red roses?” he repeated, “Please.”

Oh.

He really didn’t remember her.

She moved to where the roses were located, stepping past him. She caught a whiff of his cologne and was surprised to realise she was disappointed. He was probably buying the roses for his girlfriend. Why would he remember some random girl he met in the street when he already has a beautiful one to buy a dozen red roses for?

Picking out twelve of the best flowers, she returned to the counter. She bunched them into a bouquet, very aware of him watching her. She suddenly felt very warm, uncomfortably warm. Placing the roses down on the countertop, she unravelled her scarf. She put it by the register and continued the order.

Tying the bow, she looked up at him and plastered a smile on her face.

“That’ll be $38.95,” she said.

They completed the transaction and she handed him the bouquet.

“Have a lovely day!”

“Thanks, you too.”

He took the flowers and walked out the shop. She watched him go, sadness overcoming her. Stel came out and stood beside her.

“Man, I can’t believe he didn’t remember you.”

“Yeah.”

She began to clear away the scraps and cut-offs. Hearing the bell chime again, she looked up to greet the new customer. Her fake cheeriness dropped, replaced by shock, when she saw who it was.

“My mum won’t mind if I only give her eleven roses.”

He held out a single red rose, one she had wrapped into his bouquet, only moments ago. He also held the receipt, on it was scribbled some numbers.

She looked at him, bewildered. She tentatively reached out and took the rose and piece of paper.

“I – I thought you didn’t –,” she stammered.

“How many cute girls are there in this town who wear bright blue scarves?” he grinned.

“I…”

“Call me.”

Then he left. She was dumbfounded. She looked down at the receipt in her hand. There was a name alongside the number.

Tom.

4

Sansa in Battle of Bastard and Daenerys in Beyond the Wall 

The two women coming and playing “the biggest rescue” act  in the episodes but the two woman had different motives  .Sansa had to go through a lot and what Ramsay put her through her only aim was to take back her home from Ramsay .She was driven by Vengence .Her first priority was to defeat Ramsay and not save Jon .Her actions did save Jon but I truly think she didn’t go in battlefield just to save him .LIke she gave up on Rickon ,she gave up on Jon too .But lucky for her he was still alive and fighting .She was relieved but lets not forget she only wanted Winterfell back.

 The Battle Of Bastard script mentioned : “she would skin Jon alive if he kills Ramsay” .I don’t know why people are still in denial ,she didn’t specially went to save Jon .Vengence was number one thing in her mind and that’s the truth and I am not saying her actions were not justified .It was .Just I don’t claim her wishing to be a  “Jon’s savior” here .We also see when she arrives in the battlefied she wasn’t looking for Jon but she accidently happened to see Jon from far

Now Coming To Daenerys in Beyond the Wall . She only came to rescue Jon .The first time we see her face after arriving there ,she was looking for Jon and we see she was so relieved to see him alive .She didn’t smirk like she normally did in battlefield as a show of power and authority .Here she looked worried and scared.She was genuinely desparate to get him out, the way she extended her hand for him ,the way she kept looking at him in the battlefield.It showed how much she deeply started to care for him .

Sansa’s and Dany’s situation were different and so were motives but the actions were similar. But I realized from “beyond the wall “ .Dany will do anything for Jon and Jon will do anything for her .This is what love is .I hope people accept it soon ,the better.

chat-en-rose  asked:

Greenie, give me your rant about why nintendo never goes for the explicit zelink ending (explicit as them holding hands or kissing, not something nsfw)

Alrighty then. HERE I GO! THIS is going to be LONG. LOL

I believe it’s because Nintendo (and by Nintendo I mean Miyamoto and Aonuma, after all they kinda have the last say in the LoZ games LOL) are fully convinced that it’s us, the players, that join the dots, which is why they don’t feel the need to go all the way.

Not to mention, that they’re old conservative japanese men and like to keep romance… more like in the background/shadows (???) and focus more on the gameplay and stuff. I mean, after all, the games are not romance oriented specifically.

BUT! they have included moments between this two. 

Examples:

We know something happened at the end of Link’s Adventure behind that curtain

And Zelda (at the end of oracle of ages) gave Link a kiss. A kiss that both of them quite enjoyed. 

*with hearts and all hahaha so cute!* 

With recent games, for example skyward sword, Aonuma expressed his doubts in regards of this scene:

At first he wasn’t so sure, but after some talks, he decided that it was ok to include it. I remember him saying something along the lines “are we really taking this lovey-dovey route for this game”?  and at the end, he was truly happy that they included this scene in the game (and I’m sure zelink fans around the world also felt the same way). 

We all know how this game ends. Zelda asking Link what he wants to do and he  just smiles at her. I think it’s obvious which was his answer hehe… After all, he fought with his life, in order to be with her again. My take is that Nintendo felt they’ve done enough for us to understand, that they went from best friends to lovers.

Also, in other games such a Spirit Tracks and Phantom Hourglass, their interactions are quite adorable. Personally, I LOVE Spirit Tracks. You can be with Zelda for almost 99% of the game…. and you really get to know her. You can also control her (and she’s a badass with that Phantom armor!) 

But, what I love the most is how innocent and pure their bond is. Once Zelda regains her body, she hugs Link and his reaction is so adorable ;A; 

He blushes hehe (he also blushed when he first met her btw). 

And once they defeated the baddies., they hold hands while watching Anjean go to heaven. In fact, the camera makes a close up of their hands:

A part of me, feels that Nintendo’s intention is to keep it fresh. Like, the implications that there’s something going on between them are there. They exist. Link and Zelda are not a crack pairing. Nintendo has provided enough canon material in the games for us, like I mentioned earlier, to join the dots

For example, in  Skyward Sword and if you explore Link’s room and check his desk you’ll notice that he sculpts wooden statures. He has one unfinished bird on his desk with a hammer and chisel and a couple statues on his furniture. And also, if you go to Zelda’s room you’ll notice that SHE’S the only character he has given his work to, because she has a statue of a loftwing in her room. There are no other characters in the game that have this statues. I even visited everyone is Skyloft to be sure. 

That’s Nintendo’s subtle way of telling us that there’s something special going on between them.

Do I want to see them kiss? HEL YEAH I DO!!!,  but I would lie if I said that I do not appreciate details  such as this one, that strengthen their relationship. 

t’s just like Zelda’s diary in breath of the wild. To be honest, at first I felt dissapointed that Link was so serious all the time. But after reading her diary and watching all the memories in order… I felt that I finally was able to understand his character a bit more, thanks to what she said about him. 

He isn’t a guy whose gonna blush over something. He’s pretty good at hidding his emotions because, people always had high expectations of him… So, the only way he found to keep people happy, was by keeping all his fears to himself. In fact, it’s pretty interesting  what the stupid guy whose wandering outside Gerudo town tells you (after you get the sand and snow boots from him).  He says that Link is a cold and calcuating person and he adds, that he’s also actually quite strong. I couldn’t agree more with that guy.

I mean, being LIKE THAT is pretty much what saved both him and Zelda from Calamity Ganon first attack. He didn’t let the sorrow of the death of his friend (Daruk, Mipha, Urbosa and Revali) get the best of him…. Or to watch Hyrule’s Kingdom get destroyed in a blink of an eye.

His main focus was to protect what’s important for him to the point of giving his life… And he did.  He died protecting her. 

And what truly touches my heart is that, he always believed in her. Even when they were running away from all those guardians, his top priority was to keep her safe. He never saw her just as a “weapon” to seal Ganon away (kinda like the King did)… He always saw her as what she was. Even Impa tells us that, Link became Zelda’s comfort during the times she wasn’t capable of using her power. 

So… In conclusion. Even if I’m dying to see a kiss between them… A wedding and for them to give me granchildren (LOL)… I’m happy with what we have of them. They’re not the typical ship and for me, that’s what makes them so special. 

Hopefully we’ll see them kiss again ;A; Nintendo plz understand

i-just-want-a-loki  asked:

Yknow, since I'm already here with that other question and you seem really helpful. Have you got any tips on how to make sure my characters aren't Mary Sues? I've been called out on it before

No problem!  My personal advice here is, first of all, don’t be too concerned with whether or not your character qualifies for Mary Sue-dom.  The concept of a Mary Sue was born in a 1970s Star Trek parody fic, in this case encapsulated by a fifteen-year-old and unrealistically perfect Starfleet Lieutenant.  

In the internet’s eyes, however, it has since become synonymous with basically every character who isn’t an edgy antihero, and have seen the term applied to characters like Wonder Woman, Supergirl, Charlie from Supernatural, Rey from Star Wars, and…well, basically every new character besides Kylo Ren in the new Star Wars trilogy, really. 

And yet these are all great characters!  Folks on the internet just love to nitpick and take issue with them.

That said, if you want to avoid meeting the more specific standards of a Mary Sue – i.e. an unrealistically perfect character who is impossible for the audience to relate to – there are some tricks you can try to make them more rounded:

1.  Endow them with flaws.

This one is obvious, but even kind or benevolent characters – who are most frequently accused of being Mary Sues – should have character flaws that will inhibit them and create conflict in your story.

Let’s go back to Rey from Star Wars, for example:  the goal of the story is for Rey to become a Jedi and presumably defeat the First Order.  The flaw keeping her from attaining that goal is the fact that she’s afraid, she’s bound to the past, and she wants to return to her desert home planet to wait for someone who will probably never come back.

Does this make her a bad person?  No.  But it inhibits her from what she needs to do and keeps the plot moving.

2.  Allow them to make bad decisions.

Even the most amazingly good people have made genuinely terrible and sometimes inexcusable decisions.  This is a part of life and a part of being human.  Allow your character to make at least one huge mistake, that negatively affects them and the people around them.  Then allow them to atone for it, be forgiven, and forgive themselves.   

Let’s take a look at Supernatural, for instance.  The three main guys are heroes, right?  They’ve saved a ton of lives, their motivations are almost always benevolent, they look really pretty when they cry, et cetera, et cetera.  Yet one of them caused the apocalypse out of a demon blood addiction, one of them tortured souls in Hell, and one of them lied to the other two and unleashed an army of flesh-eating monsters.  

And yet their still heroes and the audience still roots for them, because the show allows them to work to atone for their actions, and the narrative offers them forgiveness – in the viewers’ eyes if not their own.

3.  Allow them to fail.

No one succeeds 100% of the time, and someone who does will likely not be relateable to your audience.  

Allow for miniature failures along your character’s journey, at least one moment where it appears the haters have been proven right.

And last, but certainly not least, let there be at least one moment in your story in which it genuinely doesn’t look like the hero will win.  Let it appear, for a moment, that victory is utterly impossible and all hope is lost.  Because let’s be honest, life just feels that way sometimes.  

Several examples jump to mind here, as this is almost always as memorable as the actual victory itself:  in Moana, after Maui has abandoned her, for example, and her grandmother’s spirit tells her it’s okay to give up.  Or in Salem’s Lot when (spoiler alert) all Ben’s allies have been killed except a precocious, traumatized ten-year-old boy.

The Martian (the book, as I haven’t seen the movie) there are certainly at least ten or twenty points at which it looks as though Mark’s survival is impossible.  

The key to a truly compelling character is to show them stacked against immeasurable odds and then winning.  

(Or losing, if you want to get depressing and nihilistic about it, but I’m a sucker for happy endings.  So let’s say winning.)


I hope this helps, and happy writing! <3 

Her Happy Beginning

A little Lieutenant Duckling fic, vaguely inspired by this post (it sparked the original idea at least) for the lovely @the-reason-to-sail-home. Thanks to @mahstatins and @ofshipsandswans for reading this for me!

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Some people wait a whole lifetime for their happy ending. Others find theirs sooner and yet find themselves bored and wondering, is this it? Princess Emma of Misthaven is luckier than most. She finds her happy ending at just six years old.

She just doesn’t know it yet.

“Who dares trespass on the fearsome Captain Hook’s ship?”

Emma freezes at the rough words despite the evidence of all her senses clearly showing that she is far from harm. In a forest, in fact, not more than a few miles from her family’s summer home and miles away from the sea.

But, in all her six years she’s never known anyone to take such a tone with her. People usually don’t when they talk to a Crown Princess. She should know that this is but a game of make believe, but she’s a lonely child and not used to playing games. And so, these words are enough to strike fear into her heart.

“Oi! Are you deaf or are you defying the Captain, lass?”

The voice comes from much closer now and she jumps, unsure of what to do or say. Instinctively she raises her hands in surrender and turns to face the pirate.

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do you ever think about how Shay was born during Zarkon’s rule. During the time they turned her home into a mining colony. And how Hunk’s comment, “You seriously have never even seen the sky?” reveals more than you think. How she’s been forced to work underground her entire life from a child up until Voltron saved the Balmera. And that her first view of the surface after they defeated the Galra taking residence there was soon interrupted by the monster created by Haggar, a monster that nearly completely destroyed her home.

Olicity: Let Her Live

“When my babe was born, they said it was premature. It weighed only four pounds; but God let it live.” - Harriet Ann Jacobs

Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak had a daughter. She was born by emergency c-section at seven thirty-two p.m on the first of August. Immediately after her birth she was taken straight to the NICU for emergency care. She was born far too early.

Three hours after her birth, that was all the information Oliver had about their child.

A huge thank you to @wetsuiton​ and @aussieforgood​ for editing this!

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Nightwing x Reader: Mockingbird’s Betrayal

Summary: Mockingbird finally had enough. Her authority constantly being challenged by her younger team members, being blamed for reckless behavior, and every decision was criticized by Batman or the Justice League. The moment one of the younger heroes made a quiet, snide comment that suggested she should leave the team was the last straw.

Word Count: 3915

Warnings: There’s some blood, a bit of gore

This has nothing to do with the Robin x Reader Soulmate AU series, aside from Mockingbird’s abilities!


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It was a mistake.

The blood drained from his face as his daughters first word slipped through her lips. It wasn’t ‘mom’ or ‘dad’, no of course not, no matter how many times they repeated the words as a contest to see who she would call out to first she never said them back.

But a word he says one time, just once and there she is uttering her first word and Rey is going to kill him.

She turned to him, a trained smile on her face that told him he was in so much trouble. Ben. Our daughters first word is… Oh, she was fuming.

“Traitor.” The little bundle of joy exclaims again in her uncle’s arms. Ben turns to Finn whose smile is so bright as he bounces his daughter in his arms.

“I didn’t know she could talk yet.” Finn turns to them and he can feel Rey’s annoyance through the bond.

“It’s her first word.” She sounds defeated, but Ben thinks it shouldn’t have surprised them considering how Finn spoiled her rotten.

I said it once, it was a joke. He adds through the bond.

Yeah, and we know how good your sense of humor is.

“Traitor.” Their daughter kept repeating, putting her tiny arms around Finn’s neck.

“Oh, yes little one, uncle traitor.” He snuggles her close and then adds. “I’m gonna steal you while your parents finish their creepy little mind fight.” He then turns to them, the smile ever present. “She loves me.” They couldn’t argue against that.

Wait ‘til your mother hears about this.

a/n: This is crack, based on this post. I mean no hate towards Finn and I know he wouldn’t be her uncle, but he’s her uncle and Poe is her other uncle.

Welcome to the Family

Relationship: Jensen x Daughter

Words: 2,270

Summary: When the reader receives upsetting news from home at a Supernatural convention, Jensen steps in to save the day.

A/N: I realized after I wrote a bunch of this that 1) it doesn’t fit with actual convention stuff and 2) it’s totally and completely unrealistic but bear with me kids. Besides, even if it would never happen in real life, I think we all kinda wish it would, right?

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There was an excited buzz about the convention hall. Any minute now, Louden Swain would come out on stage for the Saturday Night Special Concert, and you couldn’t wait. Your first convention had already been incredible so far, and you knew it could only get better. Sure, you might not have gotten an autograph or a photo op, or had the best ticket in the world. But just being around people you had something in common with and who loved Supernatural as much as you did made your first experience magical.

Suddenly, a roaring cheer erupted from the crowd as Carry On Wayward Son by Kansas filtered into the hall through the speakers. The noise level was so deafening you could hardly hear yourself think, and yet you sang along anyway. It felt as if everyone at the convention had joined together to jam out to the official unofficial theme song of Supernatural, and the thought made you smile.

Tumultuous applause rose from the fans as Richard, Rob, Matt, Mark, and the rest of Louden Swain came bounding up onto the stage. The boys hammed it up for the audience in between songs, and even brought out some special guests from the show to perform with the band. In your opinion, the best part was when Jensen came out and performed Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Simple Man.” Your smile never wavered the entire time, and you laughed and clapped along with everyone else.

You should have known it was too good to last.

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Ashi knew what she was doing...

She knew all Jack wanted was to go home…

She knew how much anguish it brought him not being able to see home…

She knew that going on the path she chose would lead to her end.

But she did it anyway. This is exactly how I saw Ashi felt ever since her first pains after Aku’s defeat. She knew it was a matter of time before she eventually faded away. Given the era they were in, it most likely took several weeks for each of the cultures Jack tutored under arrived for their wedding. She fought on of her own accord to ensure their last and special day will go well, especially for Jack. When she fell, the fact that she confided her fate to Jack with such certainty, without wavering and shock, heavily implied, if not inferred, that she always knew of her deteriorating condition, but held on, fighting one more time, to ensure the happiness, affection, and future for Jack, despite Ashi fully understanding ​that she will never have such joy in this life.

That is why she did it. For Jack. She brought him home when the option to stay and fight Aku was there.

“The decisions you make… and the actions that follow… are a reflection of who you are.” -The Emperor, Episode XCIV

“ LEAVING HOCKSTETTER ? IMPOSSIBLE ! “ (PART ½)

REQUEST: First thing your blog is the best thing I’ve stumbled across ever. Second thing I love wrestling too, who’s your favorite male and or female wrestler (if you don’t mind me asking)? And third can I pretty please request a Patrick Hockstetter X Reader where the reader and Patrick were dating but the reader tries to break up with him and Patrick was all like “fuck that noise” and refuses to leave the reader alone. Take it where you see fit. Thank you❤️❤️❤️

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Eren and the titan trio

Comparisons between the titan trio and the Shiganshina trio are relatively common, mostly because they’re following the simple pattern of the leader, the other guy and the girl.

It even goes as far as comparing them in merch, 

Posters from Bessatsu Shonen July (left) and August (right), comparing the Shiganshina trio and the warrior trio

Of course, the only thing they have in common is the trio structure. Their common background, their relationship as well as the roles they fulfill, are too different. In fact, you can’t even compare each member to each other considering they overlap several traits proper to another trio member.

What I found interesting however, is how each warrior was an obstacle to overcome for Eren. As people who legitimately inherited the power of the titans, Eren defeating each one of them, alongside people’s help, helps in his growth as a character. These warriors serve both as parallels and complete opposites, due to them being Eren’s enemy while giving him the impression they were on his side. When the masks fell down, Eren had to overcome a reality he had to face and consider them as enemies he had to defeat in order to advance.

Isayama defined how he should conceive the rival of the protagonist:

Isayama: My editor Bakku-san [Note: Shintaro Kawakubo on Twitter] used to ask me “Who is the rival of the protagonist?” To be honest, I didn’t think about that question very much until Bakku-san sought for an answer. In the movie “Star Wars,“ the protagonist Luke has an rival in antagonist Darth Vader, a counterpart of Luke’s self-image - and he must not turn into Darth Vader. After Luke overcomes many struggles, the story just ends there. In Shingeki no Kyojin, Eren also has something he needs to overcome. It used to be characters like Annie, or his own dark side as he keeps in mind to avoid. However, in the current storyline, there is no such obstacle for him to conquer. As the manga progresses, I want to draw the process in which Eren discovers the existence he needs to overcome. [Source] - @suniuz

A rival is a person Eren should never become. Which is why you’ll find opposite traits in each of the warriors, but also a part of Eren in each one of them.

The comparisons are below the cut!

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