That is what I’m looking for every time I flip to the back of a book, compulsively checking for proof that in a life where so many things have gone wrong, there can be beauty too. That there is always hope, no matter what.
character concept: the best trick archer in the world, the trick to which is that he’s actually not an archer at all, he’s a speedster and he can’t aim for shit, every time he takes a shot he actually just grabs the arrow, runs over to what he wants to stick, then runs back before anyone can see him move
he’s on a team with Heat Vision Man, who actually has no heat vision and is another speedster, he just glares at people then runs over and punches them and is back before they can see him move
(the entire team is actually just composed of speedsters who all use
their speed in different ways, and they all pretend otherwise in front
of their teammates)
The only speedster on their team is actually a teleporter
They all have imposter syndrome because, no matter how fast they speed up, they still can’t see him move. “He’s a real speedster,” they all think. “I’m just a washed up fastguy who needs to pretend I’m a different kind of hero. I’m so scared he’ll tell the others.”
man some of y’all are so boring, let characters be flawed. stop tryna justify their actions, the reason they did that is because they suck and that’s infinitely more interesting than trying to spin the narrative around to make them seem like a perfect person
Jane Austen was really out there 200 years ago writing lines like “If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more” that to this day are still so swoon-worthy.
