# hero

[kilgarraara]

everything is ok

[newmusick]

sure Gavin i'm leaving @ 6pm are you coming your the new NERO

i'm on the phone !! it's time to decide what side you are on ! there are real super hero's ((((fuck around and find out))))

"The powerful keep us divided, fueling conflicts over race, class, and ideology while paying celebrities and athletes to distract us with entertainment. Meanwhile, they funnel billions through activist causes that serve as smokescreens for corruption and wealth laundering, ensuring we remain too entertained or divided to challenge their grip on our world."

can you take my white ass to funkytown

[modmad]

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[nemfrog]

"The fearless Siegfried not only slew this evil creature but bathed in its blood, thus making his own skin so hard that it could never afterward be pierced by any weapon."

Journeys through bookland. 1922.

Internet Archive

[mamawasatesttube]

not enough people comprehend that kon has been a canon queer ally who speaks out against homophobia since 1998 tbh

superboy and the ravers #19

[wenclexa4ever]

Make them fall in love.

The villain gives their customary “join me and we can be great” speech. The hero accepts.

[lux-aurea-lunae]

Prompt 26 - Unprepared

Hero was officially in over their head.

Despite being a hero, they had a rather quiet life, protecting the small area around their hometown that they couldn’t bring themself to leave. Because all of the towns in Hero’s district were so small, the most they had to deal with were some petty crimes. In the entire time they’d been a hero, there was only one murder and two disappearances, so they had little to no experience with violent crimes or villains, and they preferred it that way.

Then a villain from the city just had to set their sights on one of the towns. They had a well established criminal empire in the city, but apparently, they were trying to set up some illegitimate businesses in small towns that would bypass the city heroes’ suspicion. Hero was worried that once Villain got away with it, they would keep testing the limits of what they could get away with, or it would invite more villains to do the same. They couldn’t just let that happen!

What they hadn’t accounted for was catching the attention of the person in charge.

“So you’re the one who's been interrupting my business.”

Villain was regarding them the way one might look at a fly buzzing around. Of course they wouldn’t take Hero seriously.

Hero froze up. They didn’t feel qualified to handle this situation. They had no idea what to do to make it out alive, let alone stop Villain. There were no other heroes they could call for backup, and the local police weren’t much more experienced than them. So Hero said the first thing they thought of.

“You look way better in person.”

Why that was the first thing they thought of, Hero didn’t know.

They were going to die, weren’t they?

[villainousauthor]

"This might be a new low for you." Hero's voice is firm, unwavering. Villain looks up from their delicate work, crossing of wires and fuses. They were hoping to get this explosive planted quickly and efficiently, though Hero's presence may delay their goal.

"I didn't know you previously held such a high opinion of me. I'm flattered." Villain's speaks in a deadpan tone.

Hero crosses the room, standing before Villain, arms folded in irritation. "A government building? Really? I thought my opinion of you couldn't get lower, but you dropped the bar into hell." Villain looks up, meeting their stern glower. Their fingers drum across the wooden desk the explosives sit on, holding Hero's gaze.

"Is this supposed to have any effect on me? I'm used to your scorn." They stand up, rising to Hero's height. "Either try to stop me or get lost. If you try to fight me, though, know I won't go easy on you this time."

This was too important. They didn't have time to play their usual games with Hero, or worry about their disappointment.

"I can tell." Hero speaks, sitting down on the desk, as if uncaring about the literal ticking bomb inches away. "You have that look on your face. Like you're thinking hard about something." They sigh as if exhausted. "Trying to fight you when you get like this never goes well."

"So leave-"

"Nope." Hero crosses their legs, uncrosses them, and leans back, meeting Villain's stare again. They're forcing a show of relaxation, but Villain doesn’t miss the way their limbs shake, or the way fingers won't stay still. "I have a better idea." They continue.

"Do go on."

"You go ahead and finished setting up these explosives and high tail it out of here like a coward, and I'll stay here." Hero's tone is like that of someone discussing the weather, or the latest sports game.

Villain blinks, opens their mouth, and closes their mouth before finally finding their words.

"What? You do know what a bomb is, right? I know your skull is a bit thick, but you do realize what would happen in that case?"

Hero makes a show of a fake explosion with their hand, complete with an auditory Woosh.

"I'd be turned into paste. Probably. If your weapons skills are even that good." They try to keep their voice in that same casual tone, but yet again, Villain doesn't miss the slight tremble. They're frightened. None of this makes sense.

Villain pauses for a moment. "Are you suicidal? Is this a cry for help because I'm sure this Hero gig of yours pays well enough for some therapy-"

"Nothing like that." Hero interrupts with a shake of their head and a laugh devoid of humor. "I appreciate the concern, but no, that's not what's going on here."

Staying quiet for a moment, Villain waits for them to elaborate.

"I'm calling your bluff." They say simply. Like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "It's easier than trying to fight you and getting my ass kicked."

Frowning, Villain speaks a bit firmer, still confused though. "You're what?"

"I am calling your bluff. You can go ahead and blow up this building, but I'll be right here when it detonates." Hero smirks, like they've figured villain out.

Standing up taller, they lean over the wooden table and grab one of Hero's shoulders harshly. Their face becomes something wild.

"Are you really so self-centered, so arrogant, that you somehow- somehow in that stupid mind of yours think-" They exhale harshly through their nose and let go. "You think that your stupid threat of self destruction is enough to make me change my mind? You think your life matters to me, at all?" Their voice gets harsher as they speak, volume raising slightly. Why would Hero even try this?

"Okay then. So prove how worthless my life is to you." Hero shrugs. "You go ahead and set the bomb off, and I'll stay here." Hero tries to hide their smug smile. Despite their fear, they know they've caught Villain off guard.

Pinching their own face so hard they worry their nails may cut skin, Villain breathes loudly.

"You realize I could turn this back around on you, right? I could call your bluff. You wish to risk your life like this?"

"Call my bluff then." They challenge. "Unless you defuse this bomb, I'm not leaving." Hero raises their chin defiantly, eyes dagger sharp.

Villain rounds the table, grabbing Hero roughly, jostling them with a grip hard enough to ache. Hero's face doesn't change. "You think I can't drag you out of here? That I couldn't possibly knock you out and take you with me?" And then give them lecture filled with ire boarding on something violent later.

"You can certainly try," They keep that rebellious smile on their face, "but I'd fight you tooth and nail the whole way, and is that how you want to spend your precious escape time?"

Sneering, Villain can't decide if they want to shove them away or grip them tighter. "I hate you. I hate you so much." They all but snarl at them. If the imminent threat of explosion didn't kill Hero, they're sure the look on their enemy's face would.

Still, Hero pushes. "No, you don't. If you did, you'd already be out the door. You'd be killing two birds with one stone." Hero's hand reaches for the beeping package of wires, hand trembling, but they grab it nonetheless. They shove it to Villain roughly.

"Prove you hate me. Or defuse the bomb." They keep on the act of confidence, but that underlying dread is still in their eyes, the deep seated fear of what will happen.

Idiotic as always, Villain decides. Like there was any chance Villain would do anything else but spare them. Their stupid, infuriating Hero.

"I can't stand you." They growl, ripping one wire from the fuse.

[serickswrites]

I Would Make You Stay

Warnings: destruction, mind control, blood, mcd, grief

Hero's chest was heaving as the sounds of the explosion faded around them. They hadn't wanted to use their power. Hadn't wanted to harness the energies around them to explode out. Hadn't wanted to destroy the buildings around them. Hadn't wanted to hurt anyone.

But they had no choice.

"I'm sorry," they sobbed as they stumbled towards the bloody figure that was crumpled in a heap at the base of a retaining wall. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. I didn't want to."

Hero had not choice. They had gone with Villain to confront Superhero for all of their crimes. Superhero had been controlling Hero's mind for years. Had made Hero believe they were doing good for the world while Villain wanted to watch the world burn. Had made the town believe that they were helping the town.

That was far from the truth.

Superhero had used their incredible power to manipulate their way to the top. To gain riches and wealth beyond Hero's imagination. Superhero had insurmountable power. Anything they wanted they got. And Hero had been a part of it.

Until a few weeks ago when their former friend, Villain, had teleported them away from Base. Hero's powers were suppressed while Villain had tried to break the mind control. At first Hero hadn't wanted to believe what Villain was saying. Hadn't wanted to believe that they had been fighting for and helping a truly evil person. But the longer Villain tried to help them, the more Hero realized Villain was right.

And so Hero sought their revenge. Villain tried to talk Hero out of going back, but realized there was no stopping Hero. So instead they decided to go with Hero. "If you go back there alone Superhero will either kill you or enslave you again, Hero. I can't let that happen," Villain said as they took Hero's hand in theirs. "We were friends once. We can still be friends after this. We'll defeat Superhero together. We'll restore order together."

Hero nodded. "Together."

How wrong they had been.

Superhero quickly ensnared Hero's mind again. Villain, it seemed, was immune to Superhero's power. "You've been a pesky thorn in my side for far too long," Superhero drawled as they glared at Villain. "Hero will take care of that, won't you Hero?"

"No," Hero whispered. They didn't want to do this. They didn't want to use their powers to hurt Villain. Villain was their friend. Villain still was their friend.

"Hero, stop speaking," Superhero ordered. "I want you to destroy Villain."

Hero watched as their friend disappeared from view. Hero was glad. Even though Villain was leaving them behind, they were safe. Superhero wouldn't order Hero to use their psionic powers. Villain was safe.

Hero's heart sunk as Villain appeared in front of them again, their arms wrapping around Hero. "You didn't think I would leave you behind, did you?"

Hero tried to warn Villain. Tried to speak, but couldn't. "Now, Hero," Superhero ordered.

Hero screamed internally as they released the blast, engulfing everything in a brilliant light. They felt Villain's arms wrench away from them. Felt the earth tremble beneath their feet. Felt the raw power that emanated from them. Felt everything until it faded.

"Please, Villain. I'm sorry. Please be ok." Hero whispered as they stumbled towards Villain.

"NO!" Hero sobbed as they reached Villain.

Villain's eyes stared out at nothing, their blood drying on their lips and oozing from the wounds in their chest. Two pieces of rebar jutted out violently from Villain's chest. Their head lolled on their neck as Hero lifted their body up.

"I'm so sorry," Hero sobbed as they rocked Villain's body. "I'm so sorry."

This was the worst thing that Hero had done. This was worse than anything they had stolen for Superhero. Worse than any thing Superhero had them destroy. This was the worst because they had killed their friend. They had killed their friend who had never given up on them. Had killed their friend who was fighting to right all the wrongs.

Villain might have survived if Hero hadn't gone to confront Superhero. Villain might have survived if they didn't try to save Hero's wretched life. Villain might have survived if they left Hero behind. And Villain might have survived the blast if Hero hadn't blasted them through a building and into the retaining wall.

But Hero would never know. Villain was dead and it was all their fault. Villain was dead and Superhero had won. Perhaps in another life, Villain would have emerged victorious and saved the day. Perhaps in another life Villain and Hero would have stayed friends. Perhaps in another life Villain and Hero could have become good friends again. Perhaps in another life, Hero could have made Villain stay. And perhaps in another life, Villain would still be alive.

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@pepeniascat

[caveundertree]

Hero!

[neongalaxiie]

Hiiii, can you please please write something about a hero speaking the name carved into the stone - and waking up a super villain? Thank you!!!

The stone statue loomed over Hero in the midst of the jungle. Looping vines hung over the limbs of the figure, transitioning to the creeping ivy that blanketed the lower half of their body. Hero frowned, unsheathing their sword from their back, and sparked up their power. The flames ignited from their hands, crawling up the hilt and encompassing the blade. With a few quick slashes, the vines fell to the ground, charred.

The sparks died out, but Hero kept their sword in their hand. They circled the statue, cutting away any stray vines. The figure of the statue stood with an arm raised, tensed and prepared for battle. Perhaps showing off, because both rigid hands burned with a stony portrayal of magic.

Hero came back around to the front of the statue. The figure's face was mostly hidden by a loose hood, revealing only a sadistic grin. Hero tilted their head at this, before turning their attention to the statue's base.

A bronze plaque glinted in the sunlight, partially shrouded by ivy. Hero crouched down to it, pulling back the leaves to reveal the sign. It read:

THIS STATUE IS DEDICATED TO--

--and then some strange, long name Hero couldn't immediately mentally pronounce. They moved on to the rest:

PROTECTOR AND AVENGER OF--

Hero's brows pinched. "Regzwoqa?" They said aloud. "What a strange name for a place." They moved back up to the figure's name. "Koo-tuploh-aj..." They paused to lick their lips, and started again. "Koo-tuploh-azajah-kis... zekoon-kapleh?"

As soon as the words left their mouth, a crack sounded out. Hero shot upward, glancing around for intruders and checking around the statue for the source of the sound. At the rear of the statue, in a near-perfect straight line, ran the crack, beginning from the point the base touched the ground to the foot of the figure. Hero's eyes widened slightly at how deep the crack was, just from what? Saying a name?

Was that really what caused it?

Hero rounded the statue and returned to the plague. They said the name again, this time without stumbling.

Hero heard multiple large cracks form and they rushed toward the sound, almost thrown back by the cobweb network across the figure's body. Perhaps one or two more times and the stone would be shattered.

Should they really be doing this? Hero's city needed help, sure, but they had no idea who this person was. They looked really powerful, and... dangerous.

Hero swallowed. The threat that loomed over their city was far too great for Hero to handle on their own. This figure, this hero, had protected a city before, and they certainly had the power to do it again. Hero steeled themselves, circling to the plaque and said the name aloud, one last time, with confidence.

A deafening noise reigned over the sounds of the jungle. Hero stumbled back, shielding their eyes from the dust as the stony blocks cracked and crumbled to the ground. Silence took over just as quickly, and Hero started coughing from the settling dust. And so did the other person, hacking so violently, that Hero dared to blink through their watering eyes to see who had emerged.

The figure stood where the base of their statue remained, descending into a fit that almost concerned Hero. They straightened, rubbing their eyes, and groaned, cursing the hell out of their existence.

Hero swallowed, but didn't dare move. Their heartbeat thumped a steady allegro, and their entire body trembled. The figure removed their hands from their face, blinking their teary eyes, and staring straight at Hero.

Hero took an instinctive step back, their boot crunching on leaves. The other person's expression morphed into a smirk, and then a grin that resembled their stony counterpart. Hero could see it in their eyes, too, and they realized the other hero wasn't wearing their hood.

"Well, well, well," the other hero said. They clasped their hands behind their back and stepped off the platform, heading for Hero. Hero swallowed again, but forced themselves to stay still. This is a hero, after all, and they need their help. "So you're the little sucker that did it, hm? Awoke me from my slumber, brought me back to this miserable, God-forsaken existence."

The other hero stopped in front of Hero, and Hero bristled at how short they were compared to them. "Oh, um, yeah. I did that." Hero lowered their head and scratched the back of their neck. "I'm sorry, but I kinda I needed your help."

The other hero tilted their head, intrigued. They narrowed their eyes. "You're a hero," they noted. "And you need my help?"

"Yes!" Hero's voice cracked. They cleared their throat. "Yes, please. My city is in danger, and it's too much for me to handle on my own." Hero blushed, averting their eyes, but the other hero raised Hero's head up with two fingers under their chin.

The other hero hummed. "Tell me, what's your name?"

"Uh, Hero?"

"Well then, Hero." The other hero chuckled. "Your city is in a lot more danger than you realize." Hero thought they could sense a glimpse of something darker beneath that expression, before it faded. The other hero clapped them on the back, sending Hero stumbling forward with a grunt. "Which is why we need to get to your city as quickly as possible!"

The other hero led Hero out of the woods, and Hero tried to strike up casual conversation. "So, about your name..."

The other hero laughed. "Oh, that thing. Such an unnecessarily long and impersonal reminder of my past life. Please, just call me Supervillain."

So the pair left behind the base of a statue that once was, surrounded by trees and vines and shrubs as far as the eye could see. Unbeknownst to Hero, just a little farther down that path lay a second statue, which stood in waiting. A statue of similar essence to the one Hero encountered, bearing an equally powerful figure, covered in vines and ivy, waiting for the right time to be awakened.

The statue of Superhero.

[coffee-obsessed-freak]

Highkey very obsessed with the trope of of ex-heroes-turned-villains that despite turning to the “other side”, are still so completely compelled to do good and minimize pain and offer aid because to be good is not a mark of a hero, it’s an ingrained ideal, an instinct cultivated overtime. They can’t hurt people not because they’re afraid of going too far but because they find the very idea horrifying, to strip others of their power and leave them vulnerable and battered. They see a burning building and they’re supposed to be pillaging for goods but instead they’re running head first into the fire to see if there are any survivors — it’s a choice for everyone else, but in their mind, it’s instinctual

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[chariix-creates]

Class doodles

EDIT: WTF THE ORDER CHANGED IN POST??? ignore..that...

Why did that take so many tries to fix. What

Ugly goes under cut cause gasters head fucked up everytime i tried to fix it

Also bonus my old vs current fav killer characterizations. Kinda

[mr-moasty-toasty]

Link, you are the light - Our light…

That must shine upon Hyrule once again.