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tbh... i think i'm gonna start that break early. i'll be on my main and you can hmu there for my d.isc.ord

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One of the most convenient quirks about the magical hero business is those frilly, cutesie costumes are conjured up out of thin air...well, thin air and a bit of a flashy light show. Sylvester always remembered his sister donning her magical getup in a bright pink surge of love energy. Hearts and sparkles, whole nine yards.

Sylvester didn't get any of that. His transformation was less sparkle, more spark. One snap of his fingers and a startling flashfire, and he was wearing that saucy little pink number. It was weird, but at least he didn't have to get dressed in a telephone booth like some heroes.

The locket he kept with him at all times seemed to be the linchpin to all this magical business. It was the same locket Dolce used to transform, one of the few things Sylvester had left to remember her by. While compact, it wasn't anything you could call inconspicuous, all pink and gold, adorned with opalescent accents and a big red heart-shaped jewel at its center. He couldn't really fault anyone for noticing it...

But he could still be pissed right the hell off at himself for a slip-up like this.

"Nothing! Its- Its nothing, don't worry about it!" Sylv sputtered, stuffing the locket back into his jacket pocket. Then, because that was probably way more suspicious than simply saying nothing and walking away, he offered up a half-truth:

"Family heirloom."

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" what's that? " you're pointing at the thing in his hand, eyebrow slightly raised in question. it look almost familiar in a way but you can't exactly pinpoint why that is.. probably all those all-nighters finally getting to you! " it looks cool, whatever it is.. what does it do? "

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I'll be away from the 27th to the 30th! may check in here from time to time, may not. jsyk

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Enter, Harry, who is now disguised as a rather interested and enthused journalist. (He’ll never guess it’s them!) They’ve got their notepad in tow, looking fresh out of a comic book. It’s very Jimmy Olsen.

“Gee, Heartbreaker—how do ya do it? I mean, the whole saving the city thing! Like every single time, it’s just wow! Got any special comments ya wanna make?”

A strong commitment to the bit was very much an unwritten rule in showbiz. You give the people what they want, or, failing that, double down as hard as you possibly can until the bit eventually lands. Or you're yoinked offstage by the proverbial hook, whichever came first. Harry Dinker was a testament to this, and as a fellow performer Sylvester was naturally inclined to go along with whatever bit the detective was currently committed to. Did he think it in any way benefitted their struggling detective agency? Maybe, maybe not. Was it more often than not the highlight of his day? You're damn right it was.

"Well, like Huey Lewis and the News so succinctly put it, that's the power of love, kid!"

Oohhh, that was a little too radio host-y. Reel it in, Sylvie.

"Just roll with the punches, and let yourself have a little fun with it, y'know? Sure, you might be tangling with soul-devouring demons and evil space tyrants who wanna plunge the world into an eternal void of blackness and despair, the terror of which is matched only by cold hollow void of your own heart, but that doesn't mean you can't get a little silly with it!"

A pause.

"...fuck, man. Kayfabe, but i'm so glad that wasn't a real interview. Really... Really botched that."

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♡ PARAMOURIST ♡

Selective, mutuals-only RP blog for Heartbreaker, a magical boy superhero OC! 18+, mutuals only, fluctuating activity. Played by Pierrot (he/they), follows and likes from starlitcircus!

♡ Rules | Bio | Askbox Prompts | Playlist | Pinboard ♡

♡ Cred: Tchai, KxrmxG ♡

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*hands you a cartoon bomb with a lit fuse* this is our son 

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hank azaria in the birdcage (1996) dir. mike nichols

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WHAT CYCLE DO YOU KEEP REPEATING?

Self-Blame Spiral

When things go wrong, your first instinct is to look inward — not with curiosity, but condemnation. You carry guilt like skin. Even when something isn’t your fault, you wonder if it might be. If you could have done more. If you should have known better. Somewhere in your story, accountability got tangled up with identity. You confuse being responsible with being to blame. You apologize too quickly. You accept criticism too easily. You over-explain, overthink, over-own.

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// some actually pretty decently close approximations of HB's magical look hehehe

First pic, second pic

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what is happiness for u?

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