#I mean idk

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Fight

This is another dark one guys, it's dealing with suicide again, no one dies but if this topic triggers you, then you shouldn't read this one.

“Come on!” Hero shouted, “is that all you’ve got!? Hit me!”

Villain tilted their head, their dark energy-filled fist freezing mid-strike.

“Why are you taunting me?” they asked slowly.

“Why do you care!?” Hero demanded, “do it, you know you want to- I’ve been a pain in your side since they day we met! Or are you going soft?”

Villain’s eyes narrowed. They shot an energy beam right at them. Hero didn’t move. The beam hit them squarely in the chest, knocking them to the ground.

They didn’t even try to dodge, Villain thought.

“What was that?” Hero bit out, staggering to their feet, “I thought you were a villain, not a sissy!”

Hero and Villain stood there for far too long before Hero growled, throwing an ice beam at them. Villain easily side-stepped it.

They’re barely fighting back, Villain thought.

“Hero, stop.” Villain said.

“What, you don’t wanna fight me now?” Hero asked, “am I making it too easy for you? You don’t wanna kill me unless it’s when I’m at my prime, is that it? You’re sick. If you won’t fight me, I’ll find someone who will!”

Hero turned to leave, but Villain struck, pinning them to the ground with a blanket of dark energy.

“No.” they said, striding up to them.

Tears brimmed in Hero’s eyes.

“Do it,” they said quietly, “please.”

“You’re not well,” Villain said, lifting Hero into their arms, “I’m not going to kill you. I’ve never wanted to kill you, and I’m not going to let you kill yourself either.”

Hero struggled in the cocoon of dark energy, writhing in Villain’s hold. The tears were falling freely now.

“Villain, please,” they begged, “please let me go, please don’t make me stay here any longer, I can’t do it-”

“You are stronger than this,” Villain snapped, “and you will get through this. You don’t get to quit.”

Hero opened their mouth to beg some more when they felt a pinch in their neck. A syringe coated in Villain’s power whizzed over their head and back into Villain’s pocket.

“No!” Hero shouted.

Villain began to walk back to their base, holding Hero tight. Hero continued to thrash around in their grip, until eventually their eyes fluttered shut, and their limbs fell still. Villain watched the steady rise and fall of their chest as though they might stop at any moment.

…

Hero stirred on a soft surface. Their eyes fluttered open, though their vision was too blurry to make out any surroundings. They had been wrapped in a plush blanket. Their vision started to clear, and they made out Villain’s figure, their arms folded across their chest, a concerned frown on their face.

Hero bolted upright in bed. They scrambled to untangle themselves from the bedding and stood up. The action sent a wave of dizziness through them but they somehow managed to steady themselves. They started to march right up to Villain when-

“Gah!”

Hero banged their head against a thick layer of glass. They put their palm up to it as if that would make it disappear, eyes going wide.

“What is this!?” Hero demanded.

“An intervention,” Villain replied coolly, “I went through a lot of trouble to make this cell a comfortable living space and not, well, a cell.”

Hero’s eyes darted around the cell wildly. The thick glass wall in front of them had a keypad only accessible from Villain’s side, and the other, stark white walls had been hastily decorated with things like a television, a shelf full of books, and a small intercom panel. There were cameras at all angles, and there was a doorway that led to a tiny bathroom.

“This is ridiculous,” Hero spat, “you thinking keeping me prisoner is going to give me a will to live? You’re crazy! If anything, this is just going to make it worse!”

Villain didn’t respond. They just stared at Hero, whose hands had clenched into fists at their sides.

“Let me out,” they said.

“I’ve contacted some of my colleagues,” Villain said, “one of them retired from villainy and is now pursuing what I’m told is a very fulfilling career in psychotherapy. You’ll be talking to them tomorrow.”

Hero stared slack-jawed at Villain.

“Now you’re telling all your friends about my problems!? I swear Villain, as soon as I get out of this I’ll-”

“You’re not getting out of this.” Villain said flatly.

Hero cursed loudly, tears brimming in their eyes.

“I don’t want to be here, don’t you get that!? I’m sick of all of this, I don’t want-”

“I don’t care what you want,” Villain said sharply, “I’m not going to lose you. I don’t care if you never speak to me again; as long as you’re still alive, I’ll be satisfied.”

Villain turned to leave, heading to the stairs. Hero slammed their fist into the glass.

“Villain! Get back here!”

Villain ignored them, going up the stairs and out of sight.

“This isn’t your call to make! Villain! Let me go!”

Hero screamed in frustration. They punched the wall with an icy fist that did nothing but make their knuckles throb. They looked around the cell for anything they could use to escape. There was nothing. In a final act of desperation, they formed an ice shard, intending to jam it into their chest, but just as the tip made contact with their skin, it melted.

Hero looked at their wrist, seeing a power-suppressing bracelet there. They sobbed in defeat, crumpling to the floor. They hugged themselves, letting out every guttural cry they had been holding in for the last month.

Upstairs, Villain watched the scene unfold through the security feed. As Hero wailed, Villain’s heart shattered. Looks like they were going soft after all.

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[catboybatman]

You ever think about how vulnerable superheros are in a legal sense. Like if a company were to, say, capitalize on a heros popularity and make a lot of money from merch or something like. What even can a superhero do? You cant take them to court without revealing your secret identity because your superhero one isnt legal. Can you imagine being JustSomeGuy with some powers trying to make a differende and fucking. Nabisco of all companies starts selling Oreos with your face on them and you just get nothing? Like what do you even do in that situation. Try to boycott maybe but still. You cant trademark either bc again, legal identity and all that. What im saying is they should unionize but different

[padsmoony04]

Do I really like him? Or he's just some blonde guy with puppy energy?

[flowersforfrancis]

My mum thought Dorian Gray was a woman, because she was getting him confused with Girl with a Pearl Earring. And upon my correction she said, “well I guess it makes sense for Oscar Wilde to write about a man”…….

[xenospects]

cursed image

[cruel-kaya]

Emotional spectrum so high that I randomly started crying remembering something so stupid

[kedreeva]

Saw a little guy sitting on Artemis, so I offered my hand and he jumped right to me. I let him go free next to my chair, and 20 minutes later he turned up again. So the second time I set him free on a sapling near my back door and turned around to find my good old boy on the frame.

[alexthesillybilly]

dont you just love fnaf 3 steam reviews

[cisplus]

My compulsive shopping is getting really bad again. This is definitely related to how I'm scared I have cancer... I need to learn better coping mechanisms.

I don't know what I'm going to do with all these clothes if I'm dying of cancer anyway, you know? It makes no sense as a way to deal with my stressor of the moment.

Frustrating.

[borkb11]

would you guys like to hear how and why i think dirk being a villain could actually work if done properly

[torawro]

i neeeeeed to be flung back into my dcu phase with full force at Mach 2 level speeds

[cruel-kaya]

Take my life if you may , but please don't ever walk away from me....

[milkhoney-remaking]

im gonna be honest i miss being a nintendo/video game blog on main........ like dont get me wrong i love posting aesthetics but ugh. video games are also my aesthetic

[sweetronancer]

if i end up writing the spiderman ronance au ill probably actually end up loosely basing it around the games because one, i desperately wanna write professor robin, two, i love the games.

[mewintheflesh-2]

How do you think our boi Fuse would react to seeing people in the Dynamorph au?

https://www.tumblr.com/lulzyrobot/610890677032747008/pokemon-dynamorph-au-masterpost?source=share

Fucking ECSTATIC

Immediately Would proabably be asking very invasive questions and making alot of people effected by the darkest day VERY uncomfortable if he doesn’t contain his curiosity and excitement from boiling over the brim.

I mean, come on, natural (somewhat) pokemon-human fusions? How could he NOT be this enthusiastic about this discovery!

If he manages to keep his composure you can be sure he will whisk some people away into his lab, considering his abilities when it comes to traveling space and time/realities, it’s entirely possible for him to jsut stumble upon the world of the Dynamorphs by accident. In which he could either A. Freak the fuck out. B. Kidnap people (aka the easy way).

Or he could also manipulate and pull the strings to make some of the Dynamorphs come into the lab on their own accord. Which is the more long winded and difficult route, but almost equally as fun as kidnapping.

Now if he were in the world of the Dynamorph Au, it’d likely be a different story? I don’t think he would be as he usually is at first, only an intense curiosity about the possibilities of humans fusing their DNA with Pokémon and studying the results. But when he sees what’s happened in galar something jsut unlocks inside of him. Real Pokémon-human fusions. He’s more than capable to take them in as patients/subjects. He already has his lab. So when he offers a few of the people affected to come and be his patients and possibly see if there might be a cure, many just flock towards him like sheep to their beloved shepherd. Of course the experiments start our normal-ish, docile at first. But over time something just keeps churning and churning inside of his mind, as he, over time, lets himself slip more and more, and his experiments become crueler and crueler. Eventually slipping into the Fuse we all know and love (?)

[peonyblossom]

i love making polls... the urge to make a poll asking you all which ship i should write smut for first... as if i don't have other fics i want to finish first... ugh