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figures4fun · 6 months
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Venom doesn’t share…
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sinfonia-relativa · 1 year
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A veces me siento como el antihéroe de mi oscura realidad, en un mundo paralelo que son mis pensamientos
🆂🅿🅰🅲🅴_🆆🅾🅻🅵 🚀
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em-dash-press · 8 months
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Morally gray characters compel readers and form deep connections that make fans fall in love with your stories. Read these three quick tips to learn how to write this archetype effectively.
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almostdazed · 2 years
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“he and eli were bonded, by blood and death and science.”
evervale – vicious playlist
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saintsir4n · 4 months
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I’ve said this once and I’ll say it again, no about of trauma that a character has suffered can excuse the abuse they inflict on others.
tag more characters you think people constantly make excuses for. Sure you can explain the reason that they are the way they are but not excuse it.
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fidenciojesusfan92 · 1 month
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Strider Hien from Strider 2
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Which antiheros do you root for?
Thank you for the question and I am terribly sorry it took me this long to answer :).
So, the description of my blog ("rooting for an anti-hero") is a reference to one of Taylor Swift's songs ("Anti-hero"). When I created my blog, I was obsessed with it - and some of the lyrics felt very personal to me (I suppose, I am not the only one who felt this way). To be honest, I didn't mean the "anti-hero" as a villain. More like... As a character that is neither white, neither black - more like created out of countless shades of grey (no pun intended!). More like... an ordinary person. So, I suppose I am just rooting for all the people: the ones who feel tired and weary and not strong enough. The ones that find it difficult to be brave. The ones who are imperfect. In this scenario, we are all anti-heroes and I am rooting for all of us.
That beings said, the anti-heroes ("villains") have always fascinated me. What made them the way they were? Why did they choose this path? Could they make a different choice? What were their motives - thoughts - past? I have always wanted to know more about their background (well, at least once I realized that people do not easily divide into a "good" and "evil" categories).
Am I rooting for them? Not always. To be honest, I usually don't. Although I must admit that in many cases there is a voice in my head saying: "But maybe they will change... maybe something happens that is going to change their minds..."
Nonetheless, they are interesting.
The first "anti-heroes" that come to my mind are: President Snow (The Hunger Games trilogy, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes by Suzanne Collins), Heathcliff (Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë), Edmond Dantes and Villefort (Count of Monte Christo by A. Dumas), Mr. Hyde/Dr. Jekyll (The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson), Mrs. Kent (Emily of New Moon trilogy by L. M. Montgomery), Mrs. Stirling (The Blue Castle by L. M. Montgomery), White Witch (Chronicles of Narnia by C. S. Lewis), Daenerys Targaryen ( A Song of Ice and Fire by George R. R. Martin), Mrs Coulter (His Dark Materials by P. Pullman).
Thank you again for your question! And sorry for this long answer;)
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theimaginauts · 2 years
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TETH-ADAM
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Art by ALEX ROSS
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firstbrains · 10 months
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cassi-misc-art · 3 months
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Weakness
It's not quite clear what force it is that has offered these powers to humanity. People who have received their powers while standing together will give different accounts of what happened - one will say a terrifying apparition materialized in front of them, while the other will say it was a shimmering ring of feathers with a silver rose in the center. The one shared experience is that, regardless of what power they receive, they must choose a weakness.
Most of the supers I know chose things like ice, steel, or the full moon. I, being the sort who overthinks everything, had chosen a weakness months ahead of time and fine-tuned it in the following weeks. When I declared it to the crystalline statuette, the subtle hum cut off with the screech of a child getting their hands on an untuned violin. But after several moments of silence, the statuette dissolved into stardust without complaint, and I assumed that it meant my weakness had been approved.
I became known as The Invincible. Admittedly, the name I'd chosen for myself wasn't very creative either - Shadowfire - but it was mine and I wished they would call me that. Not to mention, I wasn't invincible, not in "civilian form." I've been shot several times (I'm still trying to figure out WHY someone would be wielding a crossbow in Des Moine), not to mention the stabbings, one of which nearly cost me a kidney.
Most supers earn themselves a nemesis or two, and Redhollow even had a whole gang she stood up against, but I never seemed to really find one of my own. I took up a life of motorcycles and motels, roaming the country in search of a super, a villain or even just an antihero who went too far, that I could call nemesis. People began referring to me by the title I'd given myself, so at least there was that.
I took down a few villains, got the better of some antiheros, and foiled crimes ranging from pickpocketing to human trafficking rings. Every so often I got in the way of sting operations by the local uniforms, much to their annoyance and my embarrassment. I began swinging by the local police station for most towns first (to be honest, it was usually a diner and THEN the police). Sometimes the local supers would turn me away personally - there were "almost too many" in most major cities, or the villains and antiheroes themselves would come to say hello and buy me lunch before sending me on my way for whichever reason they didn't need me around. One small-town villain asked me for advice on how to avoid retribution from the county Villain's Association without giving up villainy completely. It was one of the weirder pep talks I've given, but they were a flashy villain, not a dangerous one, so I did my best to provide advice on keeping safe first and foremost, and THEN on their mischief. Last I heard, they'd taken to fighting any super that came their way, villain and hero alike, just to see how many they can confuse into submission (last I heard - seven).
Through all of this, I never earned myself a nemesis. But I stopped caring so much. My motorcycle and meeting new supers became my life, and it was a good one. Foil some bank robberies, compare the local villains to the ones I'd met elsewhere, and try to avoid women who thought a one-night stand meant that we were In Love. To be honest, that was the closest I ever came to earning a nemesis after all! I've got two of sons now - who I visit, support, and love, thank you very much. One's mom is a small-time "villain" who uses her power for pranks more than anything, and an unpowered rocket scientist.
… I haven't told you my actual power yet, have I. I can turn into a mildly corrosive black mist, which gives me extreme maneuverability to strike from behind or avoid hits, as well as usually causing some level of damage in actual mist form. No super out there has unlimited energy, but most of us have some level of durability built into us aside from our actual powers. And the reason people back home called me The Invincible was because my durability is through the roof.
And then I fought Bullet. His power is… uh, lemme figure out how to explain it. Basically, he snaps his fingers and points, and it sends a nasty, super focused blasts of air at whatever he was pointing at. It had come to light that he named themselves after the pistol shrimp and so any super more powerful than him called him Shrimp instead.
And I should have been more powerful than him.
Bullet was a high-ranking violent super. He'd killed civilians and supers alike, with massive collateral damage from any attack that missed its target. It was this ability that made him near impossible to contain, as he could explode or kill his way out of almost any situation. Because of my reputation for being nigh-invulnerable in battle, I was called in to deal with him personally. Despite the power of his attack, he had extremely low durability.
I was able to lure him away from the city, but cars and storefronts were destroyed along the way. Our battle took place on a deserted highway, but without other targets to demolish, he suddenly became much more accurate in his attacks. I was able to get several hits in, but when I materialized he was able to knock me a far distance with his attacks. But I knew I was winning.
Until I fell.
As I pulled myself back up, we stared at each other in shock. Instead of mist, I had turned to sand, piling on the road and rising out of it.
Bullet pointed at me.
The force nearly ripped my arm off. He was clearly as stunned as I was, walking forward hesitantly. The next attack went through my thigh, and the next tore off my right hand. It dissolved into sand right there, and in desperation I let myself pile on top of it. Bullet shot me again when I was in that form, but - thank God - the entire pile of sand was blasted back despite the precision of his attacks. I pulled myself back to human shape with my wounds healed, only to take more and more near-fatal attacks each time.
Finally, Bullet stood over me, pointing directly at my forehead. Neither of us knew if a headshot really would kill me, but I could tell that he thought so, and he could tell that I thought so too.
He stepped back. Despite our mutual confidence in his ability to kill me, he was still as pale as I felt, still shivering the way I could feel myself shiver.
He stepped away from me, and began walking down the road, away from the city. Nobody has seen or heard from him since, despite several supers with the power of prophecy / truth / etc have confirmed that he's still alive.
As I heard him walking away, I slowly began to breathe more regularly. I stood shakily, still not sure that he wasn't going to attack from behind. As I headed back to the city, I noticed things I hadn't on the way out. There was a jacket and a single near-new sneaker of a notoriously expensive brand by where our battle had taken place, and a bit further on, the matching sneaker. I suppose they'd fallen out of a truck. Soggy fast-food trash lay in a ditch, which a crow stood over possessively. A few small boulders had been painted on, with the colors and mascot of the city high school.
I was almost back to the city when the realization struck me. My weakness. I'd almost forgotten I even had one. Despite my exhaustion, I ran as fast as I could. When I reached the jacket I pulled it off the ground, jamming my hand into the pocket. I stabbed myself in the hand with an unlatched safety pin, and after extricating it, I turned my hand up, unclenching my white-knuckled fingers.
A handful of change. Some quarters, one of which was Canadian, some nickels that had all been printed the same year but were in various states of wear, a dime that had been willfully defaced. And my weakness.
I sat there for a while, and eventually realized I had been laughing.
There, in my hand, sat a counterfeit wheat penny.
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slashingdisneypasta · 2 years
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I'd love to see Meg and Mirage meet.
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They're both very tough, seductive women working for the bad guy but allow themselves to go a bit soft for a big, strong, kind hearted lug head.
Difference is- Everything Mirage does for Syndrome, is by choice. She may prove in the end that she is one of those Saturday Morning Cartoon Villains that Helen talks about that shows restraint because kids are involved (Along with, obviously, some other motivations), but she knowingly helped destroy a whole generation of Super's with Syndrome. She was an integral part of the operation, in fact.
And as soon as she no longer has a taste for Syndrome and his, err- antics, she switches alignment. Easy peasy. Its her choice.
Meg on the other hand, yes, chose to sell her soul to Hades to save a man she loved, but has expressed her dislike of Hades and assumedly, his desires and orders. But she cant just stop helping him, stop doing bad things as soon as she feels bad about it-
And I just wonder if Meg would hold that against Mirage at all or if they would be badass best friends.
Also- they both fell for a Ginger XD Meg, obviously, got the better one, but don't worry Mirage- I know a Princess you could start a club with.
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figures4fun · 10 months
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cjbolan · 1 year
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Loki, Namor, and Scarlet Witch: my 3 favorite MCU antiheroes. If these 3 team up the world is either saved or doomed.
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kathylbrownwrites · 4 months
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Wake The Dead: A Guest Blog by Sophie Whittemore
An excerpt for Sophie Whittemore's latest fantasy mystery novel, Wake the Dead. Ace siren detective, Lili, is dragged back in...#LGBTQ+ #mythology #fairies
Wake the Dead, second book in the Gamin Immortals series. By Sophie Whittemore. (2023, Nine Star Press) Today, author Sophie Whittemore visits the Storytelling Blog to share an excerpt from Wake the Dead, a sequel to Catch Lili Too. A paranormal-horror fantasy mystery-thriller, there’s a lot to love here! Purchase link, here. (Or, if you prefer to see the address,…
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batfamasks · 2 years
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Jason: *filming on his phone*Jason: Dear crazy future Jason, Bruce has finally driven you mad.Jason: *points camera at Rose* This is Rose. She is a friend.Rose: *Waves at the camera*Jason: If she gives you food, it is safe to eat. You probably paid for it. Bruce: With my money
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“TV has always been the medium of the antihero. There’s enough time to understand what some people might call the bad guy in a movie[.]”
Stephen Broussard, The Art of ‘Loki’
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