All demons have a vague sense of precognition, so they only take children as payment from people who would become horrible parents.
I was raised in the Demon Orphanage. You look skeptical. And who wouldn’t be? ‘Tis a rare thing to hear, but it’s true.
I know that sounds bad but really, demons are outstanding caretakers. They don’t need sleep or rest. There’s few beings more patient. Infernal magic is eminently useful. My education was continuous and organic. I didn’t so much attend class as I was simply around beings of incredible intelligence and knowledge who taught us as naturally as we breathed.
You wonder if I stayed all my childhood in the orphanage. I didn’t. But some do stay.
I was personally adopted by an archduke of Hell whose specialty was astrophysics. My mother taught ethical philosophy to other demons. My second father was a polymath and inventor.My boyfriend during my teenage years was raised by an astronomer and a tactician.
You seem to think Hell must be a terrible place for a child. Poorly informed as you are by the Roman Catholic Church and it’s many, often wildly ignorant, offshoots.
Hell is orderly and safe. The souls of the damned are endless and their punishment must be efficient. Those who have not earned punishments must not be punished, and are safer there than any other place in the universe. The darkest, most remote wilderness of Hell is safer for me than in the most heavily guarded fortress or vault in the mortal realm.
So why am I here in the mortal realm? Well, I must admit my second father’s curiosity is quite infectious. I wanted to travel and experience other realms. Those who stay in Hell too long eventually become demons themselves, and many do choose that path, but I didn’t. And Earth seemed a fine place to start. Of course, I had to support myself, so I took a commissions job that pays quite nicely.
You shrug, limited curiosity sated. And put bloody pen to parchment. I was also raised in the old traditions.
I promise you won’t regret this.
My eyes are, perhaps, a bit too bright. There are, maybe, too many teeth in my smile. You shrug these impressions off as illusions. I’m a mortal, like you.
It’s funny that we talk about Alex’s complete lack of care
for her own safety but like
Alex’s sister is a god.
Straight up, can fly, shoot lasers out of her eyes, stronger
than Hercules, the stuff out of mythology kind of god with less than stellar control
and this is who needs her—hugs without hesitation when she sees her struggle to
have the control to pet a cat and break a boys nose during her first kiss. And
it is Alex’s choice to hold her hand
when Kara could pulverize her bones into literal dust, to comfort her when she’s
upset and could hug her when Kara could so very easily bend her in half—to be the
metaphorical good man in a storm when all of Kara’s senses are going haywire
and there’s so much to process, so
much she doesn’t know—the trauma of being the last of her people, of being
completely overwhelmed. Every touch is a possible death sentence or body cast
in the making.
This is Alex’s sister. Alex is responsible for a fucking god
and is a god’s lodestone, her tether to
mortality (not humanity. She is not human,
but there is a reason why red!Kara is
her worst self, and it is not only Alex who is preventing that
from being reality—so much of it is Kara herself, making her own choices and it
would be a disservice to Kara to suggest otherwise—but it is a lot Alex that keeps that from happening).
And Alex does all of this without fear, without hesitation,
without concern.
And it’s a two way street—physical danger? Kara can get her out of it. Of course
Alex has a reputation for being reckless even for a DEO agent—look at
who loves her.
House on fire? Kara would rush in to save her. A scream of
distress? Or even a simple spoken word? Kara would come flying to save her. Jump
off a building? New meaning to catch you when you fall. Someone shooting at
you? Her sister is bulletproof. Try
it. And sure Kara didn’t know about Alex at the DEO—but what I said about Alex
asking for help still applies.This is Kara, her favorite person in the world–not Supergirl (her words, not mine)
This isn’t to say that Alex is using or taking advantage of
Kara—again, it’s a two way street, and alex would also do anything for Kara.
But. It is definitely going to skew
her perceptions of what is ‘safe’ when your safety net is a god
Especially since—and here’s the real kicker— “The story is
only a tragedy if the god loves you back”—I’ve seen this said plenty of times
about Kara’s love interests, but god.
If that applies to anyone? It’s alex. Alex, who’s life has slowly become some
kind of Greek tragedy because of her love for her sister—and her sister’s love
for her.
Alex has the love of a god. And like everything in Kara’s
life—it’s only ever bound to end in tragedy.
When Kara has a particularly bad night she likes to play with kitties. By now, the zoo keepers at National City Zoo don’t bat an eye when they come in in the morning and find her sleeping in a big pile with the Mountain Loins, who love her because she’s so warm. It drives J’onn nuts. Alex just laughs. Cat pays the staff for pictures and keeps an album, but never publishes them.
– A literary analysis claiming that Jekyll was gay and strongly insinuating that Hyde was his drag persona
- 500 words on how Despacito has changed the American music industry (in Spanish)
- Literally didn’t even write an essay just turned in a picture of that scene in Monty Python and the Holy Grail where the cartoon angels are playing the trumpet w their asses
– We were supposed to make a ‘diary’ from the pov of a character in Romeo and Juliet. I chose to write as a gay servant who was hopelessly in love w Romeo and plotting to murder Juliet. It’s entirely handwritten w my left hand and stg every single word is spelled wrong. One page just says ‘today I saw a geese’. There are no fewer than 6 thinly veiled sexual innuendos.
Sorry to be the person to add unsolicited personal stories to posts, but I do very similar things with essays that I’m quite proud of and wanted to share, so here are a few of mine in chronological order:
– the assignment (freshman year) was to write an instructional essay about a mathematical concept we had used that year, “preferably the quadratic formula.” I wrote a 5 paragraph instructional essay on how to add single digit numbers. I received a grade of 105 for creativity and accuracy.
– the assignment was to write a summary of the uber-important grade-wide government simulation as a reporter from a mainstream newspaper. I chose the onion and wrote about the European Union changing its name to the European Disunion because they felt bad about all the anti-brexit voters who got let down
– we were supposed to watch a historical movie and write a compare/contrast essay on how accurate it was to actual historical events. I chose Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter and did not mention vampires AT ALL until the last sentence of the essay.
– in health class we were assigned to write a “letter” essay convincing a teenager not to try drugs. I wrote an impressively sinister 6 paragraphs posing as the FBI agent stalking the teenager filled with lines like “they’re trying to hurt you. don’t ask me how I know- I always know. I’m here even when you can’t sense me. Drugs kill more effectively than the yakuza- and I would know.”
These are incredible
Freshman year of high school, for my Bible class (private school Christian education, whattup) we had to write a diary entry from an Egyptian’s pov during the period when Moses came to free the Israelites and the whole 10 plagues bit happened. I turned in three pages of hand-drawn hieroglyphics. 100.
Sophomore year of high school we had to write a poem in the style of a poet we had covered that year. I chose Alfred Noyes (he wrote “The Highwayman”) and, being that I was fully obsessed with Avatar the Last Airbender, I wrote “The Cabbage Man.” 100.
Junior year of high school we had to write a persuasive essay about Hamlet. I wrote mine arguing that Hamlet was very poor-sighted (he thinks Polonius is a fishmonger, he doesn’t recognize Ophelia, he literally thinks Rosencrantz is a sponge, etc.). It was complete bullshit, but I provided textual evidence for every claim and ended with the assertion that, had Hamlet a good Ophthalmologist, a good amount of nonsense could have been avoided. I got a 100 and the teacher read it out loud to the class
Senior year of high school, for my college admissions essay, I was supposed to write a letter to someone who changed my life. I wrote it to the monster who lived under my bed as a child. I got into every college I applied to.
Early on in my master’s program for library and information sciences I had to write an essay examining how archives are used by records creators and researchers for the purpose of preserving and accessing information.
I wrote about the Journals in Gravity Falls.
In my philosophy class, I wrote a cyborg constitution that was 5 pages long. Teacher said it was hard to get A’s on his essays, I got an A.
In one of my theology classes at uni, we had to write a persuasive essay about one of the Catholic sacraments (marriage, baptism etc). I argued that gay people should be allowed to get married in the Church, and backed myself up with textual evidence from theologians and biblical sources. Catholic university, and the Catholic professor gave me an A.
god im just thinking about how much going to public school in the MCU would’ve made me hate captain america. every time i got caught giving some bitch the finger or writing on bathroom walls or ditching class or stealing books from the library cause i got a fine or what have you, and then they gave me lunch detention or ISS and i sat in that dumbass eraser-smelling room and im in My Chair (the chair i always sit in and yell at anyone else who tries to take it), fuming, arms crossed, full of teen angst and hating everyone around me, and AGAIN had to watch this stupid fucking video ive already seen so many times that i know it by heart and every word grates on my eardrums and i’d just see this fuckin familiar face
and i would be ready to LOSE MY SHIT
Villain Origin Story
god imagine Steve giving Peter his Captain America is Disappointed in You face/lecture over something dumb and Peter just fucking dissociating and zoning back in to “Peter! Are you even listening to me???” and looking him in the eye and being like “I’m completely immune at this point. You can’t even touch me.” and walking the fuck away
canon.
the real reason why Peter agreed to fight cap at the airport
Question of Smoke 