#superhero wip

[ghost-town-story]

FebruarOC Day 9: Isabelle

Izzy shivered as the wind whistled around her. The closer the sun sank to the horizon, the colder it became, especially without any sort of jacket, but Izzy was stubborn and didn’t want to admit defeat just because of a little chill. Especially since admitting defeat would mean going back home and dealing with her parents and Fletcher again.

A creak of metal startled Izzy out of her thoughts, but before she could do much more than begin to uncurl, a familiar mess of blonde curls appeared over the edge of the roof.

“You know,” Hayley said as she climbed the rest of the way up, “it’s a real pain in the ass to get up here without any shapeshifting powers. Scoot over.”

“That’s kinda the point,” Izzy retorted, but she made room for Hayley before wrapping her arms around her knees again. “How’d you know I was up here anyways?”

“You weren’t answering your phone,” Hayley said, carefully settling herself next to Izzy. “And that usually means you’re up here sulking.”

“I’m not sulking,” Izzy defended herself.

“Pout pout.” Hayley poked Izzy’s cheek.

Izzy jerked her head away. “Quit it.”

Hayley quit the poking, but she apparently wasn’t done badgering Izzy. “I stopped by your place earlier to make sure you weren’t just grounded or something.”

“Okay.” Izzy hugged her knees tighter.

“You up here cause of Fletcher?”

Izzy scowled, but no matter how much she wanted to say no, the word seemed to be stuck in her throat.

“The way you talked about him, I thought you would be excited he’s visiting,” Hayley said, her voice softening. “So why are you up here instead of hanging out with him?”

“It’s not that simple,” Izzy muttered.

“Yeah?” Hayley leaned against Izzy, her warmth a welcome balm against the chilling air.

“Family drama stuff.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Hayley asked.

No whispered the part of Izzy that told her to suck it up and put on a smile and let the snide remarks just wash over her. Yes screamed the part that just wanted somebody to acknowledge her for who she was, not who her brother was.

Izzy sighed and ran her hands over her face. “It’s… dumb, so feel free to tell me to shut up if you get sick of my shit.”

“I’m not gonna tell you to shut up.” Hayley nudged Izzy’s shoulder with her own.

Izzy made a face, but she knew better than to try and argue the point. Instead, she focused her gaze back on the horizon as she tried to figure out how to order her thoughts so they’d make sense and also not take five years to ramble on about shit.

“I want to be a hero so bad,” she finally said. “So yeah, I like hearing him talk about stuff he’s done as a hero. But it’s like…” Izzy huffed in frustration, her bangs fluttering in front of her eyes with the movement. “For as long as I can remember, he’s always been the one people thought would be a hero. I mean, he has the useful, flashy power, and just, whatever it is that makes people like him. Meanwhile I’m just… me.”

“I like you,” Hayley said quietly.

Izzy couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth. “Seems like you’re the only one some days, and I’m still not sure you didn’t hit your head too hard the day we met.”

Hayley bapped Izzy on the head. “No being mean to yourself!” she scolded.

“That’s not—whatever.” Izzy rolled her eyes. “The point is, Fletcher says he wants to be a hero and everybody practically falls over themselves to encourage him and make it happen. I say I wanna be a hero, and everybody pats me on the head like I’m an idiot for even thinking it might happen. I just got sick of all the condescending bullshit I was getting at home, so…” She gestured out over the horizon. “Here we are.”

#writing #in which i write #snippets #superhero wip #februaroc #februaroc 2024 #can relate izzy! it sucks only being known as [brother]'s little sister!

[socialmediasocrates]

CHARACTER OF THE DAY: ZIP-ZAP

Best friend. Number one fan. Unluckiest man in the Agency.

“I just want to be part of building a world where people smile more.”

Formerly the hero Zip-Zap and now just the support team lead Zack. He was one of the first young heroes on the scene, in those earliest days where the line between officially-sanctioned superhero and vigilante was hazy at best. He became popular with the public throughout his teen years, and was finally accepted into the Agency’s fledgling development program. When Asphodel, the very hero who had given him the highlighter yellow hoodie he wore, whose footsteps he’d followed so closely, took him on as her sidekick, it seemed like Zip-Zap’s ascent was unstoppable.

Until Asphodel defected. Until Asphodel maimed him live on Twitch in front of 5 million people. Until his career as a hero was ended in approximately five minutes and thirty seconds.

 ZAP AND SPEEDY

“It’s okay, Speedy, i’ve got you.”

It was probably natural that Zip-Zap and Speedster would gravitate toward another. They were both young children when superpowers first emerged. They were both speed-type heroes. They were both inextricably tied to the first generations of superheroes.

They’ve traversed the business hand-in-hand since Speedster’s first day at the Agency. It seemed like they would never part.

So Speedster probably should have expected him to tear through the city’s surveillance network to find her when she went silent.

-

Here’s a really rough and unrevised look at the two of them for any interested parties.

#wtwcommunity #superhero wip #writeblr #character intro #moth the hack writer #slipstream #c. zip-zap #i'm trying to keep myself motivated to work on this since it's my camp wip #well one of them #i will intro llc later

[the-stray-storyteller]

Defenders : Chapter 2

Warnings : none

Chapter 1 Chapter 3

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Day 2

Location : Red Hook Dock, Brooklyn, New York City

Venatrix climbed out of the boat sticking to the shadows of the harbour. She started to count her disadvantages. Problems that needed to be solved.

“One, I have no idea where I am,” she muttered as she ran in a random direction. The first problem was an easy fix.

“Two, how do I get to Los Angeles,” this one would take some time to plan and relied on where she was at the moment. She would probably need to forge a lot of documents if she was travelling illegally. She didn’t even have a birth certificate.

“Three, I need food,” she told herself when she heard her stomach rumbling.

She kept running, a child walking through a place like this all alone would look suspicious. Venatrix took in long even breaths as she sprinted across the harbour. She halted to a stop at the sight of a fence, a small road beyond it. Maybe she could find a bus station, she did have a lot of stolen money at hand. She could take the bus to the nearest airport and sneak into the plane, which wouldn't be the first time she snuck into a plane. Venatrix took a few steps back before vaulting over the fence.

She looked at the brick building, the word “Tesla” on top of the door. She peered through the glass doors to see a dozen sleek cars parked next to each other. She looked around the place curiously, this was the first time she went outside by herself without a comm in her ears. A symbol attached to a pole near the building held the words ‘Summit st’, where the hell was that?

“You lost?” her head turned to the driver of a truck which had stopped. She took a moment to take in the situation. The truck was a dirty green and it stank of flies and compost. The man was huge, white face with pink splotches framed by a scruffy beard. 

She took in his accent. New yorker. She might be in the right country. There was still a chance the man had travelled. She quickly crossed out that thought after realising what his job was. She had to be in the US.

“Hello, a little away from home,” she replied. The words scraped through her throat coming out rough. She really needed to talk more.

“I will give you a lift, just tell me where you live,” he opened the door next to him. Venatrix calculated the risk. If a fight were to break out the man had the advantage of strength while she had the advantage of speed and agility. If she got in and fought him inside the truck the outcome would be unpredictable.

“I have never seen a kid think so much,” the driver said after a while.

“Is that bad?” Venatrix asked, deciding to climb in.

“No. Hungry? I still have an extra sandwich,” he pointed at a red lunch box. She should probably eat it, who knows when she will get to eat again, speaking of that…

“Take me to the nearest supermarket.”

“Um..your parent work there?” He handed over the sandwich to her.

“Yes,” she lied.

“You sure it is the nearest supermarket?” he asked, eyebrows scrunching up with worry.

“Very.”

“Okay then, let's go.”

Venatrix tugged the seat belt clasping it to the lock and then proceeded to take the first bite out of the sandwich. You couldn’t even call it a bite, she had taken a small nibble and moved it back and forth over her tongue, ready to spit it out if she detected any drug, poison or anything on it. Once satisfied the sandwich was safe to eat, she swallowed the whole thing.

“Hungry aren’t you?” the trucker laughed. Venatrix shot him a confused look.

“The consumption of carbohydrates,nutrients and other food groups for a human is essential for their health, why is it funny?”

“No.. I was just saying…”the trucker fumbled slightly confused, “kid how old are you?”

“Nine,” she answered but she wasn’t completely sure.

“Smart, real smart. Want some H2O?” He took a hand off the wheel to offer her a water bottle. She grabbed it, following the same process she had used for the sandwich to see if it was safe to consume. She wondered why the man had called it by its molecular formula rather than its common name. 

It must be one of those jokes they told me about!

“Thankyou for the dihydrogen monoxide,” she said back, looking at the man hoping for a smile or a laugh. Instead she got a baffled expression.

“What is dihy…whatever that is you said?”

“Dihydrogen monoxide is the systematic name for water, you said H2O instead of using the common name so I assumed it was a joke and not to mention dihydrogen monoxide is actually quite dangerous…..” Venatrix shut her mouth, back at home they didn’t like it when she blabbered.

“Kid you are making me feel really dumb over here,” the trucker smiled back. Venatrix’s heart did a little involuntary victory dance, he had smiled and it meant her joke had worked.

Success!

The man pulled over at the store. 

“Here you go, need any help finding your folks?” he asked as she jumped off the truck.

“No, I can see them from here,” she lied, acting like she had spotted someone through the glass doors. She turned back to the driver.

“Thankyou, goodbye,” she bid farewell, turning around and walking into the supermarket. She heard the engine growl as he drove away.

She got a lot of odd looks as she walked around the store in amazement unaware that her mouth was open. Her steps were slow and she wasn’t nearly as vigilant as she wanted to be. There were just so many things. Things she had never seen or heard of. She stuck her head into the refrigerators staring at the tubs of ice cream. She had heard of it but never tasted in and she had definitely not known there were so many flavours. She pulled herself out of it and pressed the back of her hand to the cold tip of her nose. She needed to get her priorities straight.

Venatrix really wished she could get her head in the game but it was proving harder than usual. She stood there in the aisle full of bread. Milk bread, brown bread, sweet bread, long bread, bread with bits of fruit in it, bread with chocolate in it. She stood there like an idiot staring at it not moving an inch. Why was there so much bread?

“Um..need any help?” one of the shop attendants asked. Venatrix’s brain short-circuited. It wasn't meant to short circuit especially not over bread.

“Bread,” was the only thing that slipped out of mouth, a little breathlessly even if she hadn’t done anything strenuous. She quickly walked away a little embarrassed.

She picked up a basket making a list of things she needed. She dropped three bottles of water. It was a very important thing. She searched for food which she could store for longer terms, preferably rich in carbohydrates, energy bars and cornflakes. She had stared suspiciously at the cup noodles for a good amount of time before deciding she could take three. She picked up a notepad and a pen just in case and then she stood in front of the juice section. She had never drank juice and she didn’t think she was allowed to, the same thing went for the cup noodles but she had taken those because she could store it, it was easy to prepare and seemed enough to satisfy her appetite. Maybe they didn’t have to know she had tasted juice but if they found it she was in major trouble.

Risk or no risk?

She stared up at the bottles filled with orange liquid. She thought about it, oranges were healthy but then again she didn’t know if it actually contained the fruit.

“Need help getting that down honey?” A young woman wearing a shirt with the name of the supermarket reached up to the high shelf and dropped the juice bottle into her basket. She gave Venatrix a smile. Did everyone smile so much over here? People back at home rarely smiled and if they did they had a sharpness to them, like a predator who had just found their next victim.

To her horror, the woman then proceeded to reach out her hand towards her. The muscles of her arms instinctively tightened and her hands curled to form fists ready to spring out into a fight. She relaxed in confusion when she realised the woman held no force behind her movement. There was absolutely no way she could hurt her moving that slow. Venatrix leaned away the closer the hand got. The moment she could not bend away any further without looking suspicious the hand nested on her head and then the woman moved it back and forth messing up her hair and walked away.

What was that? It…it felt nice?

She wanted more people to do that thing to her hair. Venatrix looked down at her basket to see the bottle of orange liquid, she looked at ingredients in tiny print. There was orange in it, even if it was only twenty percent. Now that it was in her basket she didn’t want to put it back, they didn’t have to know. A thought struck her, it wasn’t one of her best decisions but she decided to do it.

The high sugar content will give her instant energy and it was good to bring her sugar levels back to normal if she hadn’t eaten. It is what she told herself as she dropped in four candy bars. 

Easy to carry around and an excellent source of carbohydrates she told herself as she put in a packet of chips. She also relaxed a little when she saw the packets had the american ‘flavored’ instead of british ‘flavoured’ she was in the right country but it still left the problem that America was huge.

“Oranges help to make collagen which in turn helps in healing wounds and it also boosts the immune system and that is why I am buying it, no other reason,” she told the cashier as she handed the orange juice over to him. 

The cashier gave her a few odd looks and asked where her parents were, to which she replied she was here with her brother and he had handed her the money while he went to talk to his friends.

“You going on a camping trip or something?” the cashier asked.

“Yes,” she lied, if the cashier thought that the others might too might as well stick with that.

“Usually kids take a lot more sweets and chips.”

“Dad already bought everything, just needed a few other things, and said we could pick a few other things.”

“Okay then,” he handed her a tote bag filled with her shopping.

“Do you know where me and my brother can find a duffel bag, our old one kinda has a huge hole in it.” Venatrix had concluded that travelling with a tote bag would come across as strange and a duffel would be much easier. The cashier gave her some directions and wished her a happy trip.

Attaining a duffel bag was easy enough to find and she kept up the same story she made up in the store. Her next stop, somewhere she could find transport.

She was in New Jersey and Los Angeles was all the way across the country. The positive side of her mind cheered that they were at least in the right country but the negative side made her yell something. She shouted out a word she had several of her trainers say when they got angry, she never knew what it meant but it felt like the right time to use it. Turns out whatever it meant she wasn’t supposed to say it because she got yelled at by any adult who was within hearing radius. She continued to stare at the bus routes weighing her options. A flight would take six to eight hours and a bus would take sixty-nine hours. Money wouldn’t be a problem, she had nicked over two thousand dollars from the dead people back at home.

She caught a taxi.

“Where to?” the man asked. Venatrix got the faint smell of tobacco from the car.

“Parents?” He looked around for the missing adults

“Already there, some issues came up, they told me to take a taxi.” 

“John F. Kennedy International airport please.” The taxi driver shut up and gave her a crooked smile when she handed him the wad of money.

#writblr #my writing #writers on tumblr #writers #writers and poets #stories #fiction #teen writer #orginal oc #aspiring writer #adventure #superhero story #superhero wip #science fiction #original story #original work

[onebadnoodle]

wanted to try my hand at a batman design

#might do another pass at this i want to change it up more #character design #batman #superhero #sketches #wip #dc

[whatthehellami]

"Can we like, reschedule today's fight? I have an exam?"

"YOU'RE IN SCHOOL?"

#writers on tumblr #writeblr #spilled thoughts #my words #writing #my writing #spilled ink #spilled words #writers #wip #villain x hero #hero x superhero #hero x supervillain #hero x villain #villain x sidekick #romance tropes #writing tropes #tropes #writing inspiration #dialogue prompt #writing prompts #prompts #character dynamics #character inspiration #writing tips #writing ideas #ship dynamics #fandom ships

[lrphillips]

Quick bust sketch of Darcey's older brother- Marston Blackwell.

#Superhero WIP #Martston Blackwell

[spectremarvel]

he stole his mask

#wip #drawing a bunch of gay superheroes tonight ig #spideypool

[dead-ringer-if]

DEMO (TBA)

The Wardens, stationed within the bustling city of Seattle, were the first proof of what could come from The Scourge, a cataclysmic event that had set off a chain reaction that would forever echo throughout time: Los Angeles falling into the Pacific, New York City being partially taken over by water, the Sahara Desert sweltering in intensity which killed off native fauna in record amounts, were among the most prominent. Years of misery, of fear, transcending over a century, wherein every remaining government strived to figure out a solution.

Which they found in the form of Titan— the first meta-human, Patient Zero, whose natural abilities were enhanced by various procedures. Titan started a new wave, hope beginning to appear, as more and more meta-humans were found— mainly due to the efforts of the Rose Family— and their naturally honed abilities, seemingly derived from the Scourge itself, being able to combat the effects until there’s only fractal remnants of it left.

From there The Wardens were formed, with Titan leading them, a new period of peace fell over the world once more. Of course, that never lasts as more and more villains began to pop up out of the woodworks, threatening the sanctity of the New World. However, without fail, The Wardens were there to answer the call and defend those that couldn’t defend themself.

Titan persevered, The Wardens went on, until a fateful day a decade ago on this date— wherein Titan lost Peregrine, their sidekick and protege. It’s a day that will forever live in infamy, as it’s a day that Titan lost Peregrine, but the world lost Titan.

— Excerpt from the Seattle Times.

The world was your oyster— at least that’s what you were told. By who? You’re not quite certain of that. Everything could be possible if you just strived to reach it… They just never tell you how to deal with the harsh reality of it forever being unobtainable.

Maybe that’s why you fell into a life of crime? Well crime is a stretch, you’re more a prisoner in a heavily guarded fortress than anything else. You’re not quite sure, not being able to remember the majority of what brought you to this moment; only fragments of what used to be visits you in your sleep. Of course, working for Diego Ruiz, the local crime boss in downtown New York City, wasn’t the worst possible job, barring the imprisonment, not that you were truly part of anything nefarious to begin with, but you still saw things you’re never sure you’ll be able to unsee.

When he gets arrested, you can’t say you’re too surprised— after all he took a lot of gambles while not having the intellect to back up such moves— but you are concerned about what the future could mean for you.

Nothing you ever imagined could prepare you for what’s in store, however. Never could have imagined The Wardens would have such a vested interest in you. You’re nothing special, haven’t been for as long as you could remember.

And why the hell do they keep calling you Peregrine?

Play as an MC that doesn’t quite remember their past life. Is it possible that you’re Peregrine? The protege that had been killed in a surprise raid a decade before? Or is something more nefarious going on and you’re simply caught in the middle of it? Why are you suddenly developing powers that you’ve never had before? And why the hell do you feel like you’re in a constant state of deja vu?

Please note that this story is rated 18+ for depictions of explicit language, alcohol consumption, potential drug use, sexual themes, mentions of death, blood, torture, and grief.

Customizable MC: name, nickname, appearance, sexuality, hobbies, bits and pieces of what occurred in the last decade, and more! (The MC has a slightly semi-set personality.) You’ll also be able to partially design your Avian friend: name, gender, and feather colors (it’s a Peregrine Falcon). The MC is 28.

Bond with The Wardens and discover, or potentially rediscover, your found family. The people who thought they lost you.

Uncover the seedy underbelly that lurks beneath the surface of the New World. Will you be able to discover what exactly happened to you? Uncover if you’re truly Peregrine or someone, or something, else entirely.

Romance 1 of 4 romance options— from the newest initiate within the Inner Circle to a suave, if slightly broken, billionaire villain.

Cultivate your powers that are both new and old.

You’re a dead ringer for a hero the world thought it lost… Just make sure you don’t lose yourself too.

Camilo/Camila Osorio — M/F

Age: 29

Power: Chlorokinesis — the ability to create and control plants.

Alias: To the world they’re known as Verdant, partner to Frostbite, a superhero within the Inner Circle of The Wardens.

Appearance: Of Colombian descent, they have richly tanned skin with piercing dark brown eyes to offset it. Ash brown hair is naturally slightly wavy— Camilo has his to his jawline and Camila has hers to her shoulder blades— which brings out the elegant contours of their face. An alluring presence all around, partially due to their powers, they stand at around 5’5” with a lithe body type.

Personality: While not being completely unkind, they’re not the most welcoming person. They don’t detest you, but it’s clear that they’re barely able to be in the same room with you. After all, they were best friends with Peregrine (with you?) and being near you only brings back painful memories. A wall of apathy, and sometimes cutting remarks, separate you from them, but at times, when they think you’re not looking, grief flashes through their gaze— latent pain rising to the surface that they’ve tried to bury for years.

Romance Route: Ex-Best Friends to Lovers, Slightly Rivals to Lovers (in a roundabout way), Lost Love, Finding Each Other Again, and Second Chances.

Airan/Aira North — M/F

Age: 26

Power: Cryokinesis — the ability to create and control ice, while not being affected by the cold.

Alias: To the world they’re known as Frostbite, partner to Verdant, the recent addition to the Inner Circle of The Wardens, a prodigy in the making.

Appearance: Ebony ringlets, that’s strewn with arctic blue and white, fall to just beneath their jawline, complementing the dark brown tone of their skin. Sapphire blue eyes shimmer with warmth despite the coldness that always seems to follow them. With a slender physique, they’re not one to get into fist fights but that doesn’t negate the danger level they could present. They stand at around 5’8”.

Personality: With the warmest smile and a boisterous laugh, they’re the embodiment of a golden retriever. Always wanting to make other people happy and stress free, with a genuine quality that surrounds them. They may be one of your “caretakers” to help you get acclimated with the world once more, and your growing powers, but they truly wish to be your friend too. No matter what they’d always be there to lend a hand if needed, or a shoulder to cry on.

Romance Route: Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Golden Retriever, Stuck Together, Gentle Compassion.

Damon/Diana Ambrose — M/F

Age: 45

Power: Widely regarded as the most powerful meta-human, partially due to their past that’s still shrouded in mystery, they have multiple abilities— flight, invulnerability, enhanced senses, and super strength (to name a few).

Alias: They’re known to the world as Titan, the old leader of The Wardens. An individual that hasn’t been seen in nine years and rarely, if ever, leaves the comfort of Warden Tower.

Appearance: Fair, perfectly unblemished, skin is complemented by the raven black color of their hair. Piercing green eyes, that look almost unreal due to their brilliance, brings out the chiseled features of their face— high cheekbones, a sharp jawline, well defined nose, and full lips. They were made for perfection, but is it truly all that it’s cracked up to be? With a toned/well muscled body, they stand at around 6’3”.

Personality: With a softly compassionate nature, paired with a presence that could silence an entire room by simply appearing, they were born to be a leader. Born to guide and help any that needed it. With a loving demeanor, wherein they have their heart on their sleeve, it’s no wonder that they took Peregrine in, at the ripe age of fifteen, in order to help train the young person that was clearly trying to find their way in the world. It’s also no wonder that they completely lost themself when losing Peregrine, something that they believe could have been completely avoided, and they’ve forever blamed themself for it. The last decade has brought with it a slew of darkness for them, their smiles not coming as easily, their anger at themself growing, and their hope slowly fading. Maybe with your reappearance things will be okay?

Romance Route: Old Mentor, Age Gap, Second Chances, Reunion, Forbidden Love (on their part), and Slow Burn.

Morgan/Morgana Rose — M/F

Age: 38

Power: Shapeshifting.

Alias: They’re infamously known as Silhouette. The leader of a criminal enterprise known simply as Syndicate.

Appearance: With sharp gray eyes, that seemingly stare right into your soul, and honey beige skin that’s complemented by their wavy auburn hair. They have an aura of danger consistently surrounding them, giving many the impression that they shouldn’t be trifled with. With a lean body type, they stand at around 6’0”.

Personality: Being called a variety of names within the tabloids: “The Lost Rose” or “Wilting Red”, to name a few— due to their abrupt departure from their rather famous family. They’re infamously known as Silhouette; a master manipulator, cutthroat in their dealings, and refusal to backdown over something they want. Of course, that’s simply gossip from individuals that have never truly met them— much like the tabloids that speculate on the life of the lost Rose Heir. Despite what you may think of them, they���re your best bet at discovering what happened to you in the last decade.

Romance Route: Enemies to Lovers (in a sense), Slow Burn (slightly), Age Gap, Villain/Hero, Misunderstood.

#dead ringer #superhero if #interactive novel #interactive fiction #hosted games #choice of games #if wip #interact if #romance #found the cover due to google #no demo #release set tentaviely for august/september

[ghost-town-story]

FebruarOC Day 3: Claude

Stuck beneath a car and with music playing, Claude didn’t notice anybody approaching until the music was turned down a few notches.

“Knock knock.”

Claude relaxed hearing Stella’s voice. “Une seconde,” he called.

“Oh that’s where you are.” Stella crouched down to peer under the car. “I was wondering if you’d stepped out for a minute.”

“Nah.” Claude carefully tightened the bolt he was working on. “Where’s Addy? I thought she was hanging around.”

“I’m here!” Addy replied for herself, echoed by the unmistakable sound of the door banging against the wall as she went through it too fast. “Hi Stella. I went inside to get a drink—ohmygodJulian!”

Claude startled and nearly lost grip on his wrench at Addy’s sudden squeal. “Wha—”

“Hey Hopscotch,” a familiar voice said, cutting out with an oomph as Addy inevitably tackled him in a hug.

Claude bit down his own impatience and made sure he was good to take a break, even as Addy launched into a flurry of words. “Ohmygod I didn’t know you were coming to visit! When’d you get here? Did you know he was coming?”

“Nope,” Stella managed to slip an answer in between the rapid-fire questions. “How long are you staying? What’s it like now that you’re a real hero?”

“Alright Addy,” Claude interrupted her, rolling himself out from underneath the car. “Give him a chance to breathe, why don’tcha?”

Addy stuck out her tongue at Claude, but fell silent, bouncing in place with pent up excitement.

Julian laughed. “In no particular order, Stella had no idea I was coming to visit, I just got off the train maybe twenty minutes ago, I’m hoping I can stay a couple days, and being a hero is… a lot.”

As Claude wiped the grease off his hands, he noticed Julian’s hesitation, a little flicker of something that didn’t quite fit with the carefree persona he was displaying for Addy. As quick as it appeared though, it was gone, and Julian turned to Claude. “Want a hand?”

Claude accepted the help up and took the opportunity to mutter in Julian’s ear. “You look like shit.”

Julian huffed, but he had to have known that Claude would notice his attempt at hiding the shadows under his eyes. “Thanks man.” He hesitated, then tentatively wrapped his free arm around Claude. “I’ve missed you guys,” he admitted, his voice even quieter now.

“Yeah.” Claude tugged him into the proper hug he obviously wanted. Over his shoulder, he caught sight of Stella scowling, though she quickly stopped once she noticed Claude looking. Even then, she had never been able to keep a good poker face, especially when it came to Julian. Claude settled with giving her a warning look before Julian let go. “You should come visit more often then,” he said.

“I wish I could,” Julian said dryly. “You would think now that I’ve graduated, I would have more free time, but it honestly feels like the opposite.”

Stella scoffed, pushing herself up onto Claude’s workbench. “At this rate, I think we might get to see you more if we go out to you, rather than the other way around.”

Julian’s expression flickered again, but this time Claude recognized it as panic. “Stella—”

“I meant for normal college, dumbass.” Stella rolled her eyes.

“Oh. Right.” Despite his words, Julian didn’t seem reassured by Stella.

“Besides,” Stella said, in that tone reserved for lightening the mood, “I don’t think Claude could cut it as a hero.”

“Hey.” Claude didn’t put too much heat behind his reproach, but he did grab the nearest grease-stained rag to ball it up and chuck it in Stella’s direction.

“That’s not true!” Addy protested, even as Stella shrieked and batted the rag away from her. “Claude could definitely be a hero if he wanted to!”

“Yeah,” Julian said, still not looking entirely at ease but relaxing into the banter. “You know, every villain’s worst nightmare is a bunch of little floating balls of light.”

Claude raised an eyebrow at Julian. “You thinking of becoming a comedian when you retire?”

Julian shrugged, grinning a bit. “It’s an option.”

“Might wanna consider a different career path.” Claude reached out to ruffle Julian’s hair, mussing up the neat style he’d had it in.

Julian yelped and ducked away, but when he straightened up with messy hair and laughter on his face, he looked far more like the boy Claude had known, who’d left home at seven years old believing he could help the world.

The moment broke with the sound of an unfamiliar ringtone. Julian flinched, and Claude could practically see him closing off again. “Sorry, I gotta…” He fumbled in his pocket for a moment before he managed to grab his phone and answer it. “Hello?”

He ran a hand through his hair as the person on the other end talked, smoothing out the tangles Claude had caused. “I went home to visit my family.” He paused. “Since I’m supposed to be off this weekend.”

In a flash, Julian whirled around to face the door, but not before Claude saw the annoyance disappear from his face, replaced by an expression that he didn’t recognize and liked even less. A glance at Stella and the way she was glaring at Julian’s phone confirmed that Stella had seen it too.

Addy looked between Stella and Julian. “But he just got here,” she whispered. “Why are they bugging him?”

Claude sighed and tugged his sister into a one-armed hug. “Cause when you’re really good at something, people want you doing that thing all the time. And Julian’s a really good hero.”

Stella scoffed. Claude gave her a look to tell her to shut up cause they weren’t gonna go into the details around his baby sister.

“But he deserves a break!” Addy argued, looking up at Claude.

“Sure does.” Claude shrugged, glancing over at Julian. He had curled in on himself, and if he was saying anything, it was too quiet for Claude to hear. “But bureaucracy can be a pain to deal with,” Claude finished.

“Burea… what?” Addy scrunched her face in confusion.

“Julian’s boss is an asshole,” Stella simplified.

Before Claude could reprimand her for swearing around Addy, Julian hung up the call and turned back to them. Claude knew what he was going to say before the words even left his mouth.

“I gotta go.”

Addy darted for him, and Julian caught her easily, wrapping her in a hug. “But you just got here,” she whined.

“Yeah, I know,” Julian sighed. “But when the team leader calls, you know…” He mustered up a smile for Addy, but she was still upset and pouty even as she let go of him.

Stella hopped down from Claude’s workbench. “I’ll walk you to the station.”

“Okay.” Julian turned towards Claude, but hesitated.

Claude closed the distance between them to tug him into another hug. “We’re gonna end up moving out to where you are,” he said lowly.

Julian let out a breath that was almost laughter. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.” He held on for a few more moments, then let go of Claude. “Bring Addy with, if you ever end up visiting me.”

“Yeah!” Addy chimed in. Claude gave him a salute.

Julian grinned, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Sweet. I’ll… see you soon, hopefully.” He hesitated one last time, then reluctantly turned and headed for the garage door, Stella falling into step next to him.

“Claude?” Addy said, her voice quiet.

“Hm?”

“Is this why you don’t want me being a hero?”

Claude pulled his gaze away from the twins to wrap his arms around his sister’s shoulders. “Yeah,” he admitted. “At least not till you know full well what you’d be getting into.”

“Okay.” Addy held onto his arms, watching as Julian turned the corner and disappeared from view.  

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[socialmediasocrates]

CAMP NANO ACCOUNTABILITY POSTING: SLIPSTREAM

gonna commit to posting excerpts from my favorite scenes i've written so far to remind myself to like actually keep writing

anyway, meet starkiller i love him

transcript under the cut

She makes it to the harbor district in record time. It’s still as dark as it ever gets out here, a haze of smell and smoke and conversation around every corner. People are stumbling out of the bars, night shift workers are trickling into restaurants and queueing up at food trucks, a few sweepers are clustered around dilapidated picnic tables, every so often leaning up on their elbows to peer over each other’s heads at the man behind the grill a few yards away. She takes a detour to go talk to them. One of them is a familiar face; she musses up his hair as she passes behind him with a grin that only grows at he protests and bats at her hands.

“And what am I gonna do if there’s a camera?” he demands. “Can you imagine the gossip? “Oh, there’s Starkiller, looking a fucking mess like always. That’s why he never gets promotions.””

“You don’t get promotions because you told our CEO to get fucked and die.”

“Yeah, but the media doesn’t know that!”

Starkiller might not be that impressed with her, but there’s four or five pairs of eyes wide as plates watching them. There’s this shock and awe that all baby sweepers tend to have when they meet single-digit ranks that kind of sits in the gut like a rock. Half of these kids are gonna be dead or maimed in a few years, and the other half are going to have washed out of the program. And maybe that is just the cost of the game. Maybe that’s just how being a hero works. But she’s looking at all of them, right now, and it sucks.

“What are you all looking at?” Starkiller turns his attention to them. “It’s just fucking Speedster. You’ll get over thinking she’s cool in a few months.”

“Bitch.” She slides on to the bench next to him.

“Geek.” He shoves her with his shoulder.

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[the-stray-storyteller]

DEFENDERS

So my own superhero team. I know the name Defenders is already taken by Marvel but I didn't know that until a couple of months back and this WIP has been developing in my head since I was twelve. But if you have any other ideas for a superhero team name fire away, I wanna hear them.

So the superhero consists of the most generic members a superhero team can have but...THIS IS MY VERSION AND I LOVE IT.

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WIP INTRODUCTION

"We may have the Enhanced but superheroes are the thing of comics, don't expect them to come rushing to save you wearing an oversized cape and a suit just as colorful as a flag"

Form : Novel

Status : Have a plot outline (mostly), the characters are completely developed now just need the attention span and will power to write the whole thing.

Genre : Adventure, sci-fi

Themes : Superheroes, found family, super powered beings

Age rating : 15+

Warning: There will be language, violence, mentions of abuse and drugs and character death, there will however be no explicit scenes and too many details.

Synopsis : A world where superpowered beings known as the Enhanced exist. An ten year old child who was trained to be an assassin from a young age is now free and trying to find herself. She manages to get on the radar of an organization. On the run she manages to pick up castaways and strays who all happen to be on the run from the same organization. They are not heroes just scared children trying to stay alive. In a world where superpowered beings are not superheroes but hide in the shadows. (have to workshop this)

Chapter List:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

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Notes:

In this world MARVEL and the DC universe do exist but they are fictional. I thought it would add an interesting element in how superpowered beings are being portrayed in comic books and movies are completely different on how they are actually being treated in this fictional world.

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[automeris-io-moth]

heeey! I really love your writing and I was wondering if you could write smth with the classic hurt for their own good prompt

Request #9

“You have to stop crying, love, you’re gonna give yourself a headache.” 

Uncurling themselves from their foetal position over the plush black couch, with great effort for it was the only which alleviated the constant, though by then dulled, throbbing on their side, Hero smashed both feet against the wooden tiles.

Their legs trembled still, their jaw ached with the pressure of their teeth grinding together. Pain was no longer the cause, but anger, too high in analgesics to even feel the ache of their broken bone, and the warmth of the room, their old teammate office (Villain then their new name), emanating softly from the lit fireplace before them prevented the ache that the coldness of an still early spring brought. 

“You have no right to tell me that!” they yelled, face hot with indignation “You did this to me!”

Villain looked up from their desk to meet Hero’s eyes. 

“And I’m yet to hear a thank you.” 

“Thank you?!” 

“You’re welcome, angel.” 

“You ruined everything for me! You fu…” a loud impact echoed in the room, accompanied by Hero’s brash cursing. 

Throwing their chair back Villain hurried by their side, a hand sneaking their way into Hero’s, pulling it away from their grip on their broken leg, looking for any extra damage done, none seemed to have happened, though they would need to call the doctor back in the morning, their third visit in a row caused by their old friend’s careless behaviour

Openly crying then, Hero kept trying to land a punch before both their hands were gripped in one of the other’s, the other hand restraining their leg from more erratic movement. 

“You’re going to hurt yourself further,” Villain warned. 

“And who’s fault is that?! I wouldn’t be hurt at all if it weren't for you.” 

“You would be dead then, Hero, hell!” 

With wide, tear-filled eyes, Hero stared. 

Villain, at the newly found lack of fight, pulled them closer. 

“And I'm sorry I had to hurt you, but you didn’t want to listen to reason, you would have died.” 

“I wouldn’t have.” 

“Yes you would have,” Villain replied with a sigh “you’re not indestructible even if the government wants to sell you as such, and I think I’ve given you tangible proof of that now. That was a suicide mission.” 

“I was so close to being Superhero's second in command.” 

“No, you weren’t, you were so close to being dead.” 

Stopping their fussing, Hero settled on the floor, leg still pulsating, too numb to actually feel pain yet aware enough to feel the discomfort. They resign themselves to angry tears, little more they could do. 

“Your team has no idea what they’re going against,” Villain continued, voice calmer, breath evening out “you are all greatly underestimating what Supervillain is capable of. And they already had their eye on you, the golden star of the city would give a lot to talk about.” 

“Let them come,” Hero spat. 

Villain sighed “That’s exactly why I did what I did, I won’t let you die, even if this is what I have to do to assure it.”

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Masterlist

Certaly! (sorry it took this long tho)

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[whatthehellami]

The hero looked around the alley and startled as they saw two amber eyes staring right back at them. They cautiously backed away, hoping that the villain would at least give them a chance to explain.

"I've been waiting." The low rumble of the villain's voice brought goosebumps on the hero's arms. They were truly in trouble. The villain's usual jovial mood and happy demeanor was nowhere to be seen.

Oh no, they were truly in trouble.

"Look, I-" The hero fumbled, wringing their fingers nervously. "I know I messed up. It was just too nerve-wracking. Going against my mentor...I tried but honestly the pressure caught up to me. I was thinking that I was all alone but I was still trying, but then the media showed up which meant it was live and everyone was-"

"How is your leg?"

"Huh?" The hero stopped blabbering and looked at villain's face. The villain's face did not give away any signs of anger but it almost seemed...worried? No, the shadows from the street lights must be messing up villain's face.

"Your leg. I watched the broadcast and you took a terrible fall. Let me look at it."

The hero hurriedly stepped back as the villain reached for their leg. Was this some other kind of punishment for messing up? The hero had often heard rumors of the villain's brutal methods. Was this one of the tortures?

"Hero" The Hero stilled, shaking in fear as the Villain stood in front of them, daring them to take another step. They flinched as the villain bent down to observe their leg. They felt a warm hand rest on their knee. Oh lord, were they going to snap their knee?

The hero relaxed as they felt warmth seep into their leg from villain's palm. Right, they had heard about villain's ability to heal. The warmth seemed to be pressing a comforting hand to their back as if beckoning them to take rest.

The hero felt their body hit the ground but felt no pain. No, they felt as if they were in heaven, floating through clouds while angels sang in their ears.

One such angel looked down at them and shook their head. They ruffled hero's hair and whispered, "What am I supposed to do with you?" The angel was truly beautiful.

Oh, the hero must be in some kind of trouble.

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[lrphillips]

Headshot of the main protagonist of Superhero WIP: Darcey Blackwell.

#Superhero WIP #Darcey Blackwell #Digital Art #My Art

[aequitas-if]

Genres: Superhero Fiction, Action, Mystery, Romance

Rating : 16+ for depictions of violence, drug use, mature themes and language.

[[DEMO]] [[RO Character Profiles]] [[Other Characters Profiles]] [[Timeline]] [[Pinterest]]

Aequitas. There was a time when it was a household name (...or there was six years ago). There was no way the team could have avoided attracting attention. A group of heroes, let alone a group of teenage heroes, was always going to attract the world's attention.

Whether it was stopping crimes, combating villains, or protecting civilians, heroics added a sense of completion that other things could not.

It is inevitable that all good things in life come to an end, including the group that once protected Metanoia.

Although the name has lost its renown, a part of you still feels a slight sense of pride whenever the name of the ragtag group of young heroes is uttered. On some level, you assume that's to be expected.

After all, you used to lead it.

• Play as a former(?) vigilante that is suddenly thrown back into the world of heroics. Once the (superpowerless) leader of an unstoppable group of heroes, you are now job-hopping in order to stay afloat.

• Train a new group of (unskilled) new young (far too young) heroes (not at all against your will)!

• Customize your MC’s current personality (their past personality is a different story…) and appearance!

• Reunite with your former teammates and look back on what exactly led to your team disbanding (and try not to repeat your past mistakes).

• Form bonds with new friends and rebuild bonds with old ones.

• Reminiscence on your past and remind yourself what led you down the path of heroics in the first place.

• Romance your former (friends) teammates

• Defeat the villains and save the world (again). Obviously.

The (Original) Team [ROs]

Alexandria “Alex” Andeno [She/Her]

Alias: Elysian

The former co-leader of Aequitas, Alexandria Andeno is a force to be reckoned with. With her tactical mind as well as her unbeatable strength and stamina, Alex acts as the perfect warrior as well as the perfect protector to both civilians and her fellow heroes.

With her diplomatic and compassionate disposition she easily fell into the role of the team “big sister” and it was a title she wore with pride. She is someone that had always given great advice so it is unsurprising that she went on to become a therapist. However, there seems to be shadows of discontentedness hiding in different aspects of both her personal life and career.

Napoleon Jasper “Jasp” Walker [He/Him]

Alias: Momentum

Your (former?) best friend. Loudmouthed and snarky, Jasper’s mouth runs almost as fast as him (a remarkable feat truly). Due to his (self-given) role as the goofball (moron) and prankster of the team, Jasper was not only a thorn in your side but also everybody elses.

Despite his rashness, Jasper is incredibly skilled and intelligent- a fact that is made abundantly clear from the awards hanging on his childhood bedroom wall as well as his job as a scientist at one of the most technologically advanced labs in the world. However despite his flaws you can always count on him to have your back (or that’s how it used to be).

Zhiuxzoe “Zoe” Smith [She/Her]

Alias: Onism

An alien from another planet, Zoe is truly an interesting being to be around. Despite her overly naive attitude, her bubbly and kind disposition make it truly difficult to be mad at her.

The most (openly) upset about the team disbanding, she is the only one who has went out of their way to keep in contact with all of the former members. Her overly inquistive and curious nature led her to journalism which she does exceptional job in despite it putting her in a position where her out of this world nature being revealed is at risk.

Rowan Parker [He/Him]

Alias: Kalon

Rowan Parker is the human embodiment of a forest fire- intense, pretty from a distance, and will 100% burn you if you get too close.

The former “bad boy” of Aequitas and currently a mechanic, his hot-headed demeanor is what led to him being the first to leave the team and was the main factor in his (initially one-sided) rivalry with you. Rowan is the only other (former) member of Aequitas that still fights crime, of course now and days he’s leaning more towards “anti-hero” then hero…

Vesper ??? [They/Them]

Alias: Lacuna

The kid that (forced) got you back in the game. An individual made up of all knowing smiles and snarky remarks, Vesper is an enigma that nobody can truly solve. They usually put up a hyperactive and occassionally “ditzy” attitude…although sometimes if you look close enough you can see something else lurking in the depths of their eyes.

Leonardo “Leon” Cabello [He/Him]

Alias: Curio

Compassionate yet uncertain, Leon is quite clearly the newest to the heroics business (of course that might be because of the ancient artifact forcing him into it…). With managing both schoolwork and heroics as well as being the only one on the team with any common sense, Leon has his work cut out for him.

Juniper “Juni” Kent [She/Her]

Alias: Apricity

Loud, hyperactive, and a bit obnoxious, Juniper Kent is about everything you would expect a teenage superhero to be. You’re more likely to find her playing on her phone then patrolling the city but behind her somewhat childish and excitable personality lies a truly kind and selfless indvidual that wants to help others.

Lenora “Nora” Croce [She/Her]

Alias: Moira

Painfully timid and incredibly kind, Nora is one of the most selfless people you will ever meet which is saying a lot considering she is in a group of other heroes. She would give you the clothes on her back and more if she needed to. Just make sure not to get on her bad side…

Sebastian Barrere [He/Him]

Alias: Calamity

The human version of the anti-christ, Sebastian Barrere is bratty, uptight, and just a little bit petty. Wanting nothing more than to prove himself both to the world and his mother, Sebastian focuses all his time on getting stronger. However there might be something kinder lurking beneath the surface of his prickly attitude.

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