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characters whose philosophy is “if i cannot be wanted, i will be needed and if i cannot be needed, let me be used until there’s nothing left of me.” thank you for everyone’s attention. falls off stage and dies

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dnd paladin character concept: a knight raised alongside a magic user, who loves his friend, considers them family — but the magic user through a twist of fate ascends to godhood, vanishing from normal human life. so the knight swears fealty to the fledgling god so he can have some connection to them even still & the god who loves him dearly in return blesses him with gifts and divine powers as a way to reach back toward him, back toward earth. this paladin’s vows are easy to keep, like second nature… and prayer is both automatic and personal

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Seven years after, I see you again 😚

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i hate how you get desensitized to the cool stuff in your WIP if you've been writing it for a long time so when you read back over it you're like "this isn't as cool as i thought :(" but it still is! you just read it too many times

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Tom Saves The World

Everyone knows that it’s super-heroes who save the world. They fight the aliens, or the monsters, or the bad guys. And mostly, that’s true.

But not always.

I’m a psychic. The thing is, my range isn’t that great. I don’t have much detail more than about 36 hours out, 48 for something really big. I’d had a nebulous sort of bad feeling for about a week before this one finally hit, and it was big. Something very tough and very supernatural was going to come up out of the harbor of Nova Roma, and the death-toll was going to be high. Crazy high.

I did all I could. I told the Unaligned Supers Job Placement Agency, and they put the word out to everyone on both sides of the Line. The Henchman’s Union don’t like natural disasters any more than anyone else, and they’re often quite helpful against eldritch horrors and stuff like that. Things that don’t hire henchmen and ruin the property values.

The trouble was, nobody big was around. The only really big team of heavy hitters on the West Coast were away dealing with some sort of doomsday cult - I never was clear on what that was about - and Guarde and Dog Fox were out of touch and even Mx Frantique was out of town at someone’s wedding. It was going to happen in less than two days and we couldn’t find anyone to help and I was seriously considering calling in some kind of bomb threat or something to get people away from the docks, at least.

And then, about eighteen hours out, it just… went away.

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i love tragic characters who get their whole world ripped out from underneath them and then completely fuck themselves and everyone around them over in the most violent unnecessary ways imaginable

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Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.

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Prompt #3284

“We can’t die like this. We can’t! We have so much to- and my ma- and your cats, god, they won’t understand why you’re not there-”

“And I’ll never get to kiss you.”

“And you’ll never get to- wait, what?!”

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@dorkylittleweirdo

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All your life, mythological beings have tried to pick you up. Childhood? Forced adoption. Teenagehood/Adulthood? Marriage. For example, selkies purposefully left their skins where you’d find them; banshees serenade you outside every night. Now at 30, you’ve learned why you attract them all…

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Why I don't say "dead name."

I was born premature, and my parents' first child. I was a "surprise" as they say, but they still very much were happy to have me, as they were planning on starting a family, just not so soon.

They put a lot of thought into my name, or rather, my names.

I am named after my great-great-grandmother, whose name began with "E" in English and "א" in Hebrew.

I am named after my great-grandfather, whose initials were "E M" in English and "א מ" in Hebrew.

A few days after I was born, I lost consciousness, and was in the NICU for days. My father, in my naming ceremony in the hospital's chapel, breathlessly added a third name, the Hebrew word for "is alive", which begins with "C" in English and "ח" in Hebrew.

The English translation of my given name is roughly "Hidden Living Rebellion", which I embodied well.

My name now is Eitan Meshullam Chai. I kept the initials, both in Hebrew and in English. Its English translation is "Strong, Complete, Alive." I embody that meaning well today. I am strong, I am complete, and I am alive.

My given name is not bad, I have no reason to kill it. Is "Yaakov" dead to "Yisrael" just because he was renamed? Is "Sarai" dead to "Sarah" just because she was renamed? No. "Yaakov" and "Sarai" were different people that changed when they became "Yisrael" and "Sarah", but "Yaakov" and "Sarai" were never dead. Just transformed.

I accomplished many things under my former names. I was a creative, intelligent little girl, and yes, I was a girl, though I grew into a man. I wasn't a little boy, I was never treated as such and didn't embody the role of a boy. I was a girl, and now I am a man. But the little girl isn't dead. She lives within me, as all my past selves do.

My given names were gifts. It's said that parents are given a hint of prophecy when they name their child. My parents named we well. I was hidden, I did rebell, and I'm still alive. I wouldn't kill a prophecy they made.

Is a seed dead just because it grew into a flower? Is an egg dead just because it hatched?

My past names are not my "dead names". They are my given names, and now, I have my new names, my chosen names, chosen with the same gift of prophecy as my parents' had.

My past self is not dead. It is merely transformed, transitioned, you may say.

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really fucked up how you dont immediately stop being sick after breaking your fever. like cmon the hard parts done the narrative tension is gone. this is the right moment for it to end. what do you mean im still filled with evil gunk. what the fuck

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Gideon: Whenever Harrow is mad at me, I go and tighten the lids on all of our jars so she has to get help from me.

*The sound of glass breaking in the background*

Gideon: It hasn't worked yet, but it'll happen.

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We all love the "becoming the very thing you sought to destroy," trope. but I have a growing fondness for "destroying the very thing you sought to become"

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the most harrowing animorphs book is the one where the animorphs, who are already child soldiers, are unknowingly forced to fight and kill alien children

yes, this happens