#theperbcy

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@jean-paul-azrael

NOOOO A BINGO 😭 i'm crying because his ones aren't THAT BAD and yet he still gets the penalty </3

also the girlboss one — imagining the one time jpv tries to compliment a woman it backfires on him so badly she just serves him divorce papers on the spot

break-up bingo!

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(They are platonic besties in my heart but I must know)

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@jean-paul-azrael

“there are so, so, so many things wrong with you. i’d want you real bad if i weren't in therapy.”

› accepting.

they're like this meme to me.. hel is obviously jung kook, she's his "excuse me he asked for NO PICKLES" defender

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MY DEAR PERCY, you're one of the earliest mutuals i made on here and i consider you a dear friend because you're such an admirable and lovable person in every way! it's always a joy to talk with you, you're really so sweet and understanding and patient and chill, but you're also really funny and witty and i appreciate you being my voice of reason. your command over writing is INCREDIBLE. your prose is poetic and mesmerising, and you just capture jean-paul and azrael's voices & characterisation so well, i'm in awe! it truly feels like i'm interacting with the real deal, but so much better, considering how you've made gold out of the limited quality material that dc gave you to work with. you're truly the ceo of all things jpv to me. i look forward to knowing you better and interacting with you for the longest time possible, thank you for giving me a chance and letting our catholic workspouses meet, everything about our interactions irp and oorp have been memorable to me!!! THANK YOU FOR BEING YOU 🩵

send a 🍓 for an oorp compliment!

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[Tech Husband]

> Hel I'm really bad at gifts

> my dad didn't do birthdays

> I should get Oracle something tho

> right?

> that wouldn't be weird?

( @jean-paul-azrael )

answered! <3

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Mwah!

But tech husband version 🙏 @jean-paul-azrael

answered!

hope this is okay :)) they're so silly goofy

kiss ask game!

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Basil, Iris, Mint

botanical headcanons :

iris :   if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind ,   what would it be ?  

“mary, mary knox, it’s me, huntress. i wish i could’ve told you my real name earlier, i wish i had given you my number, i wish i understood that you didn’t need my help to barely survive, you wanted a reason to live, to live loudly and truthfully despite your fears. i’m sorry i judged you for naming your cat doug or talking hours and hours about dental insurance or anything you did to cope with your anxiety, i’m sorry i didn’t understand you were having a panic attack on your porch and i scolded you for being reckless about your safety like a kid, i’m sorry i was such a bad friend to you. i’m not used to people living loud with their weirdness and all, i’m not used to anybody finding comfort in my company, i thought my duty was to keep you safe. but it was too late, i’ve always been too late. i hope you can forgive me, i hope you know that i will never let anything happen to doug for as long as i live, i hope you know that i loved you and i cared about you, i never meant to dismiss you. you were one of the realest friends i had in a long time. i undermined the normalcy you had once brought to my life. mary, i hope your soul rests in peace. i will never stop praying for you. my name is helena bertinelli, and i will always be your friend, good or bad, beyond life and death.”

basil :   does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?

off the top of my, barbara gordon <3 i love frenemy-ish helbabs so much, gosh. and for things... i'd say reality tv shows, they're so mind-melting but she can't get enough of them 😭

mint :   does your muse view themself as virtuous   &   moral ?  what do these words mean to them ?

helena used to dream of being a nun one day, of attaining sainthood. she even dared to wish to be the pope. the huntress, to some degree, was an extension of her faith. was.

helena knows she's knee-deep in blood and gore. she knows she's shrouded in darkness. she knows she has ghosts in her ribcage, that her blood cries for more blood. she knows that the mafia took away her innocence a long time ago, and she'll never have her girlhood back. she knows she'll never be whole again, that she's difficult to love, difficult to defend, difficult to forgive.

but her being huntress isn't about some arbitrary values or ideals anymore. it's about survival, it's about the gritty reality, it's about how danger is inevitable and she needs to keep people safe from it.

regardless of the labels placed on her, at her core, helena bertinelli simply wants to help people and do the right thing. she listens to a voice higher than that of law, of superheroes, of theological decree, of god: her own.

thank you for the ask my friend!!! 🩵

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“honestly,  I don’t even play an active role in my life.  shit just happens   &   I’m like  ‘oh,  is this what we’re doing now?  okay.’ ”

(( @jean-paul-azrael ))

answered!

sorry for the wait and i hope my starter is okay!! if you want me to change anything, please let me know percy!! 🩵🩵

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🕯⚓️ (( @jean-paul-azrael ))

headcanons.

[ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ?

the day she met dinah lance. black canary was everything helena wasn't: friendly, lovable, brave. a people person, in contrast to huntress' inability to fit in anywhere.

dinah was also, perhaps, the first person to ACCEPT her, a feat even helena herself had yet to achieve. helena has always wanted to be her friend.

and they are best friends, yes, but it always feels too good to be true, for helena to believe that it will stay that way.

so she replays their conversations, dinah's voice, and anything else she can hold onto like a lantern in the darkness.

[ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ?

home is the gotham cemetery. she can count on hand the number of times she had ever been there, she can't permit herself to spill over.

home is the former bertinelli residence, now sold off to a lawyer and her husband and their two kids. their christmas dinners will never be haunted.

home is the warmth of sicily radiating in every sphere, the kind of warmth that touched her soul once, but it wasn't enough to cleanse her.

home is the bloodshed gotham is built upon on, the undying weight of all the damned souls that can never find salvation in this city, and thus, can never stop haunting, never leave.

home is the ghosts in her rib cages and vessels and bone marrows. home is the blood in her vein that cries for more blood.

home is family. but she doesn't know what family means to her.