#NOT FOR USE PLSSS

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

Revenge

Notes: Again, pulled this off my phone's notes, and it has been seen by most ppl on the gc, but for anyone else, here you go. I'm sorry, but ISTG high schooollll. . .ughhhhh

TW: blood, death, violence, past trauma, restraints, bone fractures, kidnapping

"I'm not a sadist, no. I don't enjoy the infliction of pain. Especially on innocents. The concept makes me rather sick."

Hero circled the room languidly, in a rather preditorial fashion. "But if I'm being completely honest, I do have a bit of a thirst for revenge."

"Revenge? Who even are you?" his captive asked.

He let out a shrill, cold cackle. "Don't you remember your little nightingale? Your favourite pet?" he spat. He lifted his hood, revealing his face.

And sure enough, it was him. He used to be a skinny, little thing, but now, he towered above him easily, and even though he remained somewhat slender, he obviously had a much stronger build. His face went from being somewhat childlishly soft even in its bony countenance to being harshly contoured with sharp lines. The nightingale had grown up. He wasn't an adult, no. He looked about sixteen, maybe seventeen.

Even if Supervillain was bound harshly to the chair with relentlessly tight ropes, he was determined to have the upper hand. He had a hold on this kid, he'd marked him, scarred him enough, and through all of his pride, he'd made him beg. It didn't matter if the intention was to escape, it still happened. One blissful time. And it was this boy's utter refusal that made him so beautiful to break. It was rarer, scarcer and thus more valuable.

"Oh, so you got all big and strong just to fight me, nightingale? How thoughtful of you!" he chirps with misplaced enthusiasm.

The crime-fighter laughed again, and it almost looked genuine as he wiped tears from his eyes. "Don't give yourself so much credit. You don't occupy that much space in my head. I trained for myself. I got stronger because I wanted to. You didn't inspire anything in me aside from this visceral urge to rip everyone who ever wronged me to shreds. I'm not giving you a taste of your own medicine. I'm giving you a taste of my most bitter poison."

"But you still made the effort to show up, no?"

"I told you. I'm into revenge. It's nothing personal. You're a liability to me. Means to an end. Basically, I'm a bored cat and you're my plaything. You've stripped yourself of the right to be treated like a human being." He shrugged casually as though they were talking about what they liked to order at a coffee shop.

"Well, what lovely activities have you got planned for me, nightingale?" the evil-doer crooned sweetly.

Hero swiftly sliced through the ropes with a knife. He grabbed him by the collar and threw him harshly across the room. He wasted no time on kicking him down roughly with the heel of his boot. He didn't give him any chances to recover. Aiming cruel punches to his face and kicking his ribs so many times he'd practically smashed his entire ribcage. All while the older man let out maniacal laughter.

"What a beautiful show you're putting on! Wondering what you might want with this?" he wheezed.

Cartwheeling and letting his boot smash mercilessly into his chest, the boy let out a downright animalistic snarl. "What I want, is to give you what you ultimately deserve. I was just some kid. Hurt, broken and naïve, and you turned me into a goddamn toy. And maybe sick people like you think it's funny, but none of your victims share the sentiment."

He wheezed again, sputtering blood. "Are you going to kill me, nightingale?" Supervillain let his voice drop down to a stage whisper.

"Of course I will. But this theme park has rules. Can't experience the giant roller coaster without going through all the other rides now can we?" His voice dropped dangerously low, dripping pure venom.

He ended up breaking almost every single bone in his former tormentor's body. All with nothing but his own hands smeared in blood that wasn't his and his feet that were clad in heavy combat boots. And endless cycle of throwing him against the wall "Like a single player game of catch," he'd stated, and he never gave him a chance to breathe, let alone get up.

He'd made sure every movement was an absolute pain. He'd rendered him useless now. If he'd thought he could power through this and break the boy's spirit once more, he was horribly mistaken.

"Nightingale, don't you think you've had enough fun for today?" he rasped out breathlessly, words feeling slow and heavy on his tongue that was now slick with blood.

His-previously-captive-turned-assailant laughed again, a sound almost as grating as nails on a chalkboard. "You better hope God has mercy on you because I don't. I am just a mere human being, lacking God's capacity to forgive atrocities. And this is far too personal."

He pulled out his knife and stabbed him in the chest so many times that he lost count. All the rage, pain, humiliation, just all of it fueled his every hit, blinding him with a flurry of pure, unrelenting hatred, like a monster drunk on its lack of mercy.

"N-never. . .never forget that I broke you before nightingale."

"Oh, and never forget that I built myself up and came back to break you, permanently."

He walked further inside, kicking the rusty himges of the ancient door down to find a little girl, same age as he was when he got taken by that sick freak. She tried to squirm away, useless against her restraints.

"Hey hey hey, relax. I won't hurt you. The man that took you, he's gone now." He crouched down to her level, expression soft and voice soothingly gentle.

"G-gone? When's h-he coming back?"

"Never, sweetheart. He's gone for good."

"Y-you killed him?" she whispered, terrified.

He bit his lip, not wanting to emphasise that he'd just committed first-degree murder to an eleven year old, but he nodded slowly.

He cut through the ropes, trying his best not to freak her out. The child got closer to him slowly, and as if on instinct, she wrapped her arms around his waist, or at least she tried to, and sobbed into his hoodie. He slowly reciprocated, taken aback by the gesture and surprised by how trusting she was. She was probably in shock, the poor kid.

He didn't let go until she did. "Do you remember any of your parents' numbers?" he asked.

"My mum's."

He talked to the mother, explaining exactly what happened as per the child's story. All the while he let the girl, frozen with fear, cling to him as they waited. Whispering words of comfort to try to get her to at least calm down.

After getting the location, she was eternally grateful to him for getting her daughter back.

And that was more than enough to outweigh any inkling of guilt he may have had for killing this psycopath. He'd spared so many kids, not just her, the hell he had been through.

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[melaninforkings]

a piece of me dies every time im reading a fic and taylor swift lyrics pop up😭 then i realize the description of the oc or “reader” are very white coded like OH! that’s not…

[urielbestgirl]

I DIDN'T KNOW THERE WAS ANOTHER ANGLE OF THIS PHOTO 😭😭😭😭

[burner-i-hardly-even-know-her]

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[anonymouscheeses]

Bonus under cut vvv

Later that same day:

And... I made an Emily redesign too...... *sniff sob /j* it's not final (like all my redesigns) I'm just trying get better at this design stuff and where better to do it except my current fixation ehhh?????

Long Emily design explanation/rant thing ignore it probably but pls dotn im desperate: I wanted to make her more round and soft cuzzz I love those typa designs I'm just a sucker for circle characters. Made her actually black and not fuckin gray cuz its a transformation to look more human and gentle(for me they go between two forms, their true ones that we see the first time we see them snd their human/softer ones if they ever interact with actual humans which... they usually dont.) Not a demon form tfff. In this version I wanted to put Emily in animal inspired features like... the sheep nose, ears, and hooves. Because she and Sera know that humans and about all beings love animals. Birds have sharp features mostly so they don't look as welcoming as they want to seem. I wanted Emily to look sheep likes and pretty much all the seraphim look more sheep like to make Lucifer stand out as the only one who was symbolized as a snake/goat(still don't know if I'll make him goat or make Lillith goat. I'll decide when I get there lmao). Justtt overalll wanted Emily to look more round, welcoming, and cute. I kept the freckles lighter than her skin color(even tho that's SUPER not accurate to what actually black people look like with freckles but whatevr) because it reminded me of fawns and.... sure Emily is a sheep but I still wanted to incorporate other cute animal traits with her cyz y not.

[qkrovv]

I had to play with the colors on the editing app because i ended up using the wrong shade of blue on the drawing so, it just looks weird. :((

[totalherald]

Love the way when Lestat first shows up at the trial he's keeping his cool, he's his sassy usual charming self, he's making jokes, the audience laughs, they love him, can't help but fall to his charm...

Right until the moment...

He turns to Louis and sees the LOVE OF HIS LIFE, so beaten up and battered that his feelings take over and he's completely powerless and gone in a second!

I'd like to think he imagined that after all this time he'd be a little over him, but no, he's still that vulnerable love sick puppy that he was 10 years AGO! I'm in love with this amazing scene and episode!

[eyes-of-nine]

on a mission to draw the guys shirtless to make sure ppl know there are absolutely no abs there also bc i love projecting and astarion's outfit description makes me insane

[astrobreaks]

danganronpa And komaeda jumpscare in the holy year of 2024. hands you this

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saw that fav ship trope: chronic sleeper x chronic insomniac tweet and guess what! it's them

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

Hey! I read that snippet of your story that you wrote (the young hero getting DEMOLISHED by the villain but not giving up) it was amazing! Where can I read the rest

Heyyyy! Thank you so much for this request! ❤️❤️This book series is a WIP, but since several people found this piece interesting, I'll be happy to write a part 2! Also, I am soooooo incredibly sorry it's this late, but my schedule was really messed up. @sunnynwanda you said you found pt 1 interesting and u were curious about what happened next in replies, so here it is!

Part 1

I Do Not Believe in Giving Up, Pt.2

TW: Injury, references to a past fight, hostage situation, lying, broken ribcage, fear of drugging

I woke up feeling featherlight, a sensation I recognised as the effect of being under the influence of a powerful painkiller. My form was cushioned against a soft mattress, bandages wrapped snugly around my ribcage, a clear indication that whoever had tended to my wounds knew what they were doing. The blanket drawn across me was thick and warm, all the conditions seemingly ideal for slipping back into a deep sleep.

Not a luxury you can afford as a spy.

A much smaller issue made its presence known as I subconsciously wet my dry, cracked lips. The small cuts in them burned at the action, and I recognised the roughness at the back of my throat that came with thirst. After switching on the lamp, my eyes flitted over to a jug of water and a few empty glasses on the nightstand. Reaching for it as quickly as I could while trying not to jostle my ribs too much, I poured myself a glass.

Only to instantly place it back again on the nightstand, gaze trailing down wistfully at the droplets of the liquid falling down to form a small puddle on the ground. I knew it certainly wasn't poisoned; Villain could've easily finished me during that fight if he'd desired, but there was absolutely no guarantee that the water wasn't laced with a drug of sorts. How fun.

The door opened, letting a small stream of pale, yellow light creep across the floor. I wasn't allowed the common courtesy of a knock, feeling the muscles in my arm tense as I held onto the mahogany of the nightstand with a white-knuckled grip. But I relaxed again at having figured he might've believed I was still unconscious. Villain sauntered in, hands clasped behind his back, a pensive look colouring his features. He pulled up a chair and sat himself down not too far from the bed.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, each large hand now settled atop one of his legs.

"Fine," I shrugged, feeling as shudder run through me as the covers fell down a little when I shifted my position, the cool air from the now ajar door being the culprit. I was completely shirtless, my old top discarded, which really didn't matter as it had been reduced to no more than a bloodied, sweaty rag. I had a feeling that asking him to close the door would not be the best idea. Better safe than sorry.

I resorted to pulling the blanket across my shoulders. "For how long have I been out?"

"Four days." Ah, so the IV drip was the only reason why I hadn't starved to death. I raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. After what I'd just been through, I hadn't expected any less. He didn't need to know I was unfazed.

"You should drink some water." He gestured to the jug, fixing me with a stern but not cruel gaze.

"Why would that matter to you?" I questioned, cocking a skeptical brow, tone only the least bit challenging. Sure, I wasn't planning on letting him in completely on all of the distrust I had, but making a complete fool of myself would arouse suspicion.

"I have no intentions of letting any harm come to your health, boy. Is there not enough proof for it?"

"Well, in that case, you should surely have a drink first. Common courtesy. You did after all, save my life." I let a hint of amusement make its way into my tone and the corner of my lip curl upwards with a lopsided smirk. "Don't worry, I'll be sure to follow suit,"

I was relieved to see a hint of mirth in Villain's eyes as he poured himself a glass and swiftly drank it. But no matter how good I'd become at reading people, there was no surefire guarantee that the older man didn't sense any trepidation in my request. Practice makes almost perfect.

I poured myself a glass, drinking significantly more water than my vis-à-vis. And goddamn, I was grateful for its soothing coolness against my scratchy throat and the newfound moisture it gave my battered lips. I allowed a considerably larger smile to dance across my face. Convenient.

"So, I take it you're well enough to answer a few simple questions?" The villain straightened his back, interlocking his fingers together and turning the full intensity of his gaze on me.

I'd expected this, but that didn't mean I wasn't somewhat dreading it, if the knots coiling in my stomach were any indication. Villain was obviously one of my more clever adversaries, but I wasn't going to back down just yet. My facial muscles worked to keep my expression level and somewhat unreadable. "Ask away," I replied evenly.

"What is your name? Don't lie to me."

"[Pseudonym]. There is no point of lying. There are millions of other boys with that name, so does it really matter?" I shrugged. There were millions of other boys named Hero too, but I wasn't just going to throw my civilian name right at a villain's feet.

"Do you have a family? Any known relatives? Anyone you care about, [Pseudonym]?" Villain's tone was civil, but something about it held a faint scent of danger, an unspoken "think of them before every answer you give," radiating from the unwavering, obsidian gaze.

"No one I can call a friend. And if I had a family, do you think I would be here throwing my life out on the line? The only thing I have to lose?" It was by the aid of a miracle that I hadn't laughed at the irony of my own statement. I sunk just a little deeper into the sheets, my neck now resting on a pillow. I side-eyed the little assortment of potted succulents on the window sill, allowing a hint of a forlorn look in my eyes to be caught by the criminal. A small amount of pity would help with my act, so I ignored the defiant protest of my dignity making its presence known in the form of a tightness in my chest. Survival tactic.

"It's safe to assume you have been sent on this mission alone, then?"

I turned my gaze back to him again, my cheek resting against one of my hands. "Yeah."

"Alright," the villain replied, straightening his spine. "Who do you work for?"

I'd anticipated the question, so much so that I thought it would be the first one I would get. Despite that, I hadn't been able to fabricate an answer legitimately enough so it wouldn't crumble under scrutiny.

I feigned hesitance, chewing on my bottom lip. "You've literally broken my ribcage, and I still wouldn't talk."

He let out an exasperated sigh. "I won't hurt you. But if you refuse to divulge, then I will just have to draw your employers here. By keeping you."

"So you won't hurt me, but you're just going to keep me hostage. How thoughtful. And what makes you think that'll even work. That they'll really come looking for me?" I let a bit of desperation make its way into my tone, breathing hitching just enough to sound nervous.

"I may be above certain actions, but I never said I was an angel. Changing your fate lies in your hands, if they supposedly won't come for you." He stood up from his chair, fixing me with a pointed look before striding towards the door.

"Wait!" I called out to his retreating back. "In exchange for your protection, I'll tell you."

He turned around, quirking an eyebrow in mild interest. "Do pray tell, and you have my word, boy."

"Other Villain. I work for Other Villain."

He folded his arms across his chest, still cautious. "Well, you seemed hell-bent on not telling me a word, even after all I did to you. What suddenly changed your mind?" He raised an eyebrow, a pensive look crossing his face.

"Primarily, the hostage situation. And I didn't know being young would grant me your mercy."

I let my voice break just a little, laced with the smallest bit of vulnerability just so that he'd buy my act. "Other Villain never really held me in high regard. I worked for him only as a victim of circumstance, I mean, he sent me here completely alone."

"And during the fight?"

God, he was making this difficult. "If I was going to die, I might as well have done it with dignity, no? And I'm not doing it for free. And as for Other Villain, he should remember. . ."

A knowing smile crept across my lips."Hungry dogs aren't loyal."

A pensive look crossed his features, but he nodded at me, seeming to cave in. Finally. "I'll deal with Other Villain. You've made the right choice telling me, child. Provided you aren't lying to me."

"Oh, don't worry about that. Foolish thing to do when I'm in your territory with a broken ribcage," I replied, with an offhand shrug.

He nodded at me and left, telling me to use the telephone on the nightstand to call one of his people in case I needed anything.

Admittedly, the whole ordeal had left my heartbeat a little more erratic, a milllion 'what-ifs' in my thoughts, as though my mind was at war with itself.

I poured myself a glass of water and tried to steady my nerves. Pull yourself together, Hero.

I just needed to figure out a way to reach out to the rest of my team. The whole Other Villain fiasco would buy me some time, his animosity with Villain being very much in my favour.

There was a reason why I never resorted to giving up, not even as a last option in desperation. It never got anyone anywhere. And if I failed so miserably, at least I'd have the credit that I hadn't wasted my last breath, too precious to me to not die trying.

Notes: This is not edited, forgive meeeee

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🖍piss princess written across my tits by him when ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

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[wulfhalls]

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[catinasink]

i need to be made out with rn it would fix me

[teddybeartoji]

randomly remembered how a 6'3 fuckboy ended up snuggling into my side, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck while i played with his hair... we were not a thing btw. and this happened in front of like twenty ppl. at a karaoke bar. 😭😭😭😭😭

he was just so sad okay:((((((( this was in high school btw,, our classes went on a little cruise together at the end of the year and then while he we were all at the karaoke place, he got an email and blabla he had some problems at school. and then ofc everybody got up to comfort the poor boy:(((((( WAITHASGHDHASGDGAHS THE MORE I THINK ABT IT THE MORE FUNNIER IT GETS i didn't get up bc everybody was on him anyway but then when ppl went back to their seats he saw me sitting there and i opened my arms and he just fucking fell onto my lap like a sad little dog ahgshgaghdasghgha i think this is where it all started actually..... 😭😭😭