lilbasthet:

I love how Alex Alvarez is such a counterpoint to the stereotype of the macho Latino male perpetuated in the media.

I mean he’s a teenage boy who is openly interested in beauty and fashion and makeup. He’s calm and collected and usually doesn’t get into fights. It’s his white bratty friend who tries to talk him into criminal behaviour. He usually shows when he’s emotional, scared or confused. He gives emotional support (and occasional dating advice) to his family and friends. He talks to his father in order to mend the broken relationships in his family. His grandma is his fucking best friend and he’s not embarrassed about that but rather proud.

Alex defies male gender roles and racist stereotypes. All in all he’s a sweet kid and I love that.

shiftingpath:

shiftingpath:

deathknight pic finally done!! i actually have a couple more but they’re not really designed yet.

Ashes Offered On the Altar: former godblood priest, now void hobo Midnight. his godly father sure didn’t raise any objections when his son, the priest of his cult, began blood sacrifices in his name. he did get a bit upset when his son riled his congregation into such a frenzy that they sacrificed him, their own leader. his son got back up and murdered everyone there.. but by then it was a little late to protest. now Ashes is a wandering apostate who cares only for the void. he has no master but death, which has spared him the rod once already. as a profession he walks into religious gatherings, turns the people mad with hatred and bloodlust, and sets them on their priests and each other. as a hobby he makes vermillion paint and ritually repaints the scars from his sacrifical death (and then opens them up again with his obsidian knife). he hates his dad but not as much as he hates fun

Serpent-Twined Graveflower: malicious jerk Moonshadow really loves her job. she murders courts by seducing their rulers, poisoning the lord’s care for his subjects and driving a wedge between him and his advisors. fills the court with lust for her as the lord’s concubine while carefully murdering or seducing anyone remotely competent. once she’s had her fill of jewels, silks, and blood, she murders the lord and walks out to let the petty remnants explode into resentful violence. has a full-body soulsteel tattoo of a thorny-vined flower, which she can pull off her body to act as a spiked whip. wears intentionally sexual clothes she can drop in an instant to access her whip and fight naked: combat dominatrix. she is in the game to amuse herself and her deathlord is fine with that. (this was baby’s first Abyssal, she used to be Flower of Bleeding Black Velvet but i’ve been reworking her, title is,,, probably temporary)

Black Wings to Blot the Sky: strong-willed ex-princess-turned-Dusk, raised to be the perfect submissive future bride, took off as soon as she died and shed knee-length hair, gorgeous gowns, and gender entirely once entering their deathlord’s service. spent a couple years there being taught hard lessons in combat, strength, and pain, their failures tattooed into their very flesh, running right over the beautiful old lily tattoos the princess had been decorated with. eventually threw their richly-ornamented silver armor back in their deathlord’s face and took off with only their soulsteel smashfists still chained together on their wrists. Wings broke the chain off and still fights with the stout-armored gauntlets, but resents them heavily, and mostly just carries them around. hotblooded and sick of deathlord bullshit, trying to do right and help people while saddled with the pain of undeath etc.

robin-redbreast replied to your photoset: deathknight pic finally done!! i actually have a…

i love all of these but i am 100% shipping Wings with one of my larp characters who is also a runaway princess and future bride turned nonbinary badass

PLEASE!!!!

caffeinewitchcraft:

writing-prompt-s:

You were once the most powerful villain. You retired early and are engaged to a minor super hero who isn’t aware of your past. They are about to be killed right before your eyes..but you step in.

 She asks him why maybe a dozen times before they decide to get married. It’s not hard to figure out where he goes in the little hours of the morning, not hard to follow him to the edges of forests and abandoned towns and deserts, not hard to smell the spandex, blood and sweat that he wears home. He’s always got bags under his eyes and dirt under his nails and the blood that stains their welcome mat is more often his than not.

So she asks him why before they decide to get married because for all her mysteries, she can’t have him be one.

(Hypocrite isn’t the worst name she’s ever been called.)

He hardly looks surprised at the question, lips quirking as his fingers find the condensation on the glass in front of him. He runs his forefinger up the side, the move thoughtlessly seductive, before drawing it away. The water follows, a thin stream of twisting molecules for a long moment before the tension snaps and it forms a circle hovering above the pad of his finger.

“I may not be a Superhero,” he says, “or even a hero. But when I needed someone, when I really needed someone, a superhero was there. It’s an amazing thing to experience. The rescue. The salvation. It’s…indescribable. It makes you thankful in way you didn’t know you could be.” He allows the water to drop to the diner table and gives her a warm, nostalgic smile. “I want everyone to have that, even if it’s just some guy in a mask with a spray of water at his command. I became Zone for that and I’ve never regretted it. Not once. ”

She’s surprised by the moisture gathering at the corners of her eyes. She hasn’t cried in public for years, normally doesn’t even have to worry about the possibility after years of being on guard. That’s what’s special about Gannon; he makes her feel vulnerable and safe all at once. Comforted. Able to exist within herself, at peace.

She reaches past her empty breakfast plate to cover his hand with her hot palm. The smile she returns is new, her most precious treasure and something she’d never think twice about giving him.

He’s the one who helped her find it after all.

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