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Friendly reminder that Will Solace canonically sang a song so pretty it made little yellow flowers grow up out of the ground.
#solangelo#will solace#pjo#hoo#pjo fanart#hoo fanart#toa#percy jackson#heros of olympus#trials of apollo#guitars are HARD TO DRAW IN PERSPECTIVE#please don’t ask why hes playing a wooden electric guitar i had the reference i had ok#my art#the sun and the star#tsats
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Day 22 - Candy
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#myherotober2024#himiko wants to eat ochako bc she's the sweetest girl part 2 electric boogaloo#if I got a nickel every time I drew Himiko eating tiny Ochako#i'd have two nickels#which isn't a lot but it's weird it happened twice#anyway me try to say consistent with artstyle/aesthetic challenge FAILED#again#eh well I'd be boring to always draw in the same way#bnha#mha#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#togachako#himiko toga#ochako uraraka#fanart
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sketch dump
#plants vs zombies#pvz#pvz gw#pvz gw2#pvz bfn#my art#fan art#chomper#80s action hero#electric slide#space cadet#super brainz#gravedigger zombie#parasol zombie#excavator zombie#scientist zombie#dr zomboss#punk zombie#breakdancer zombie#so many tags holey carp
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hapy 2014 tumblr!!!!!! ^_^_^_^_^
#holy shit there are so many fandoms#can i fit in all their tags? only one way to find out#deltarune#undertale#gravity falls#chalkzone#endacopia#ok ko let's be heroes#wander over yonder#the brave little toaster#awful hospital#looney tunes#hello from halo head#cats don't dance#superjail#electric dreams 1984#courage the cowardly dog#sparklecare hospital#dick figures#regular show#burner osc#adventure time#bfb#bugbo#portal#portal 2#tadc#systarkitty art tag
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#character alignment#WarGames#wopr#Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs#FLDSMDFR#wall e#Tau#Tau 2018#Electric Dreams#Ron’s gone wrong#The Wild Robot#The Wild Robot Roz#2001: A Space Odyssey#Hal 9000#big hero 6#baymax#I robot#I robot Sonny#wall e eve#wall e auto#Short Circuit#Johnny 5#barbie life in the dreamhouse#Barbie closet#robot#robots#ai#artificial intelligence#sentient ai
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old comic i forgot to ever post LEL. i imagine it would take a while for him to get used to the members of class a’s… quirks
(+ lil continuation i didn’t like as much under cut)
i thought it was uggo LOL
#denki kaminari#hitoshi shinsou#izuku midoriya#bnha#mha#my hero academia#shinkami#also kaminaris wearing crackle nail polish bc over a yellow base coat bc it looks like electricity stuff#and i think crackle nail polish is cool#my art#shinsou hitoshi#kaminari denki
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THE RANDOMIZED TUMBLRSEXYMAN TOURNAMENT
(unbalanced edition)
I wanted to make another tournament for fun and because I kinda miss being hype for certain characters lol, also I added some characters that aren't on the sexypedia wiki for fun (I did it with permission)
Notes below below
Note: this entire tournament isn't meant to be taken seriously, this is just a satire tournament that is only made for Laughs and nothing else, also the reason why I'm calling it tumblr sexyman instead of tumblr sexypeople like I did last time is because the Phrase is more well known and this isn't a Sequel to the previous polls I made, this is also most likely the last tumblrsexyman tournament I'm doing because honestly no matter how fun this is to make, it gets pretty draining sometimes
I'm just trying to have fun with this (and so I can possibly make small drawing with some of the Opponents)
#a hat in time#playtime with percy#aku samurai jack#undertale#undertale sans#ok ko lets be heroes#reigen arataka#mob psycho 100#dimentio super paper mario#cookie run kingdom#shadow milk cookie#electric dreams edgar#mystery skulls#mario and luigi superstar saga#fear and hunger#bendy and the ink machine#maniac cop#mad rat dead#limbus company#lobotomy corporation#toy story#danganronpa#poppy playtime#garten of banban#shovel knight#the grim adventures of billy and mandy#gravity falls#pressure roblox#p.ai.nter pressure#petey the cat
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I think, in a world where Geoffery is alive, Tula still fucks Bennett, but the three of them get very polycule very quickly. We don't actually know Geoffery's personality but if he wanted to date Tula in her hoe phase, he woulda tapped Bennett, and thats that.
#dimension 20#dimension 20 spoilers#brennan lee mulligan#aabria iyengar#burrow's end#burrow's end spoilers#burrows end#tula burrows end#geoffery burrows end#bennett burrow's end#in this world jaysohn learns how to use the electric prod properly and proceeds to hero worship Bennett forever
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Intoxicating Fear (XVII)
Unforeseen Side-effect
Part One // Masterpost // Continued from here
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Kit sat up with an effort, his entire body tensing as he moved. Aftershocks still singed his nerves as he moved, eliciting sharp hisses of pain.
What the hell was that thing, that red lightning? And why did he only get it around Ambrose?
“I assume that it’s a wild manifestation of your abilities,” Ambrose said from the kitchen. Kit rolled his eyes, about to curse the villain out if a sudden wave of nausea didn’t hit him and stop him in his tracks.
The world was spinning, lethargically slow, and closing his eyes didn’t exactly help matters. What the fuck was that red lightning? Why did it leave him so… weak?
Kit stopped beside the couch, pressing his back against it while he caught his breath and stifled the whine that threatened to spill from the back of his throat.
“You are as pale as a ghost,” Ambrose told Kit with a smirk. “Except for those eyes of course. And your veins.”
Kit’s eyes widened. His veins? What was Ambrose talking about now? Kit brought his hands in front of his eyes, any colour left in him draining as he saw the same angry, neon red colour had permeated all of his veins. Kit rolled up his sleeves, and there they were. Then the cuffs of his jeans, and the veins were there too.
“You’re like a walking glow-stick.”
“For fuck’s sake, just shut up.” Kit said with a groan, gfalling to his hands and knees and pushing himself to get up. He froze, hitting an invisible wall and plopped back down to his arse again. Red eyes met Ambrose’s black ones. “Can you let me stand up?”
I thought you told me to shut up, Ambrose’s voice sounded in Kit’s mind, the same stupid smirk on his same stupid face.
Kit banged his head against the couch with a groan. “You’re such a dickhead! You can give commands through thoughts! Why are you even here?! Why do you love to torture me?” Kit demanded, his voice turning hysterical. “Is this all part of Supervillain’s plan? To drive me mad too?”
The humour vanished from Ambrose’s face in the blink of an eye. “Do I look like I work well with others, Mallory?”
Kit blinked, his eyebrows pinching together, forming a furrow between. “What?”
Ambrose walked forward, closing the distance between them, stopping in front of Kit’s outstretched legs. “Do I look like I take orders from people?”
“No?”
“Then why,” Ambrose began, his voice darkening. “Would you think that I would throw my lot in with Supervillain of all people?”
Kit bent his knee and pushed himself into a straighter sitting position. He threw his hands up in a helpless gesture. “Then what the fuck were you doing on the docks that night?”
Ambrose’s features hardened. “The night I met you?”
“No, the other night on the docks.” Kit deadpanned.
“That wasn’t my fault,” Ambrose said with a shrug. “You can blame that preppy little water hero, what was her name again?”
“Tides.”
“That’s it,” Ambrose said with a click of his fingers. “Tides. The perfect foil to your electricity, Kit. Maybe I should bring her over someti—”
“If you touch her, I’ll fucking kill you.” Ambrose raised his brows, slightly taken aback. Maybe it was the vibrant crackle in his eyes or the echo in his voice, but something about him at that moment didn’t feel like Kit. It felt like something else. Something… wild.
“Promises, promises,” Ambrose said with a wave. “You can stand, Mallory. Clearly, we need to have a long overdue conversation.”
Ambrose walked back to the kitchenette, and grabbed two mugs from the cabinet preparing their coffee and tea. Kit slowly, achingly slow, got to his feet, his entire body zapped of energy. He dragged himself to his table and settled heavy into the chair, ignoring how breathless he was from such a light movement.
Ambrose joined him a few minutes later, neither of them speaking to each other. Ambrose set the coffee in front of Kit, and Kit said: “thanks.”
“Don’t mention it,” Ambrose told him lightly. Ambrose stood again and walked towards Kit, reaching out.
Kit flinched back, throwing his hands up, red eyes pleading. “No, Ambrose no more, please.”
“Relax, Mallory. I’m just undoing the tie.” Ambrose told him. He waited until Kit relaxed, his hands lowering, a wary glint in his eyes as Ambrose started forward again. He quickly undid the knot in the tie, Kit refusing to look at him, instead focusing on the wall behind him. He could smell Ambrose’s expensive cologne from the space between them. It smelled nice, but it was deathly silent.
It was awkward, to say the least.
Ambrose finished with a flourish, gently pulling the fabric from Kit’s throat, sending shivers down his spine. Ambrose folded the tie neatly as he sat down again opposite Kit. When his black eyes flicked up to Kit’s he let out a low whistle, his eyes going to the red bruise around Kit’s throat. It would fade in an hour or two.
“What?” Kit snapped.
A ghost of a smirk flashed over Ambrose’s lips as he picked up his steaming mug. “Let’s just say you have a necktie of your own, now.”
Kit rolled his eyes. “Oh fuck right off, Rosey.” Kit took his own mug and took a sip of the steaming black coffee. His arm spasmed as the liquid met his tongue and spilled coffee all over his arm. Kit hissed, cursing as he wiped the liquid off, humming the pain away.
Ambrose’s dark eyes narrowed over his cup. “Aftershock?”
Kit shook his head. “I don’t know what this is,” he said weakly.
“Hmm.” Ambrose set his mug down on the table, clasping his hands on the table in front of him. “In any case, we need to discuss your theory on Supervillain.”
“You said you’re not working for him.”
Ambrose didn’t hesitate. “Absolutely not, but I am interested to hear your theory.”
“That night on the docks,” Kit repeated.
“I didn’t start a fight with Tides on the dock, Kit. She started a fight with me. I was simply defending myself.”
“And I’m sure you forced her to radio for help, right?”
Ambrose blinked. “No.”
Kit scoffed. “Sure you didn’t.”
“No,” Ambrose said again, straightening his spine. “I didn’t. If I did, I would tell you, Mallory. I’m an honest man.”
“She radioed Superhero and I while we were fighting a fire Villain that was threatening to burn down the residential area in seventh.”
“I never told her to do anything like that, Mallory. I wanted a quiet night. Tides somehow recognised me, and then I had my fun with her.” A shadow of a smirk passed over Ambrose’s face. “Though she wasn’t half as fun as you were.”
Kit frowned. “But that night there was— it felt like there were a series of co-ordinated attacks across the city.”
“Except I didn’t attack your water hero. How many times must I repeat myself?”
“Sorry if you’re a little hard for me to trust right now, Rosey!” Kit growled, slamming his hand on the table. The red in his veins pulsed and burned brighter. Even the blood vessels inside his mouth were emitting light, as if he had just swallowed the sun. “All you’ve done since I’ve met you is torture me, use my own powers against me, broke into my apartment—”
“Kit—” Ambrose said, but sparks flew from Kit’s body as he continued, getting angrier and angrier. Burning hotter and hotter, the light getting brighter and brighter.
“Laughed at me while you beat me, terrorised my every waking moment, kidnapped me and tied me up so you could hurt me some more, or shall I go on?!” His voice crackling at the end like static over an old radio that had lost signal.
“Kit, you need to calm down.” Ambrose said softly, eyes weary at the sparks and heat that was coming off the hero in front of him.
“Wow, look at you, Rosey. How far we’ve come. You’re scared of me for once,” Kit said, planting his hands on the table and rising to his feet. “Good.”
Kit raised his hand, pointing his index finger at Ambrose and raising his thumb, curling his hand into a finger gun. Then he lowered his thumb with a soft: “pew.”
Ambrose went hurtling back against the wall to Kit’s room, cracking the plaster on impact. Ambrose groaned as he fell to the ground, forcing his eyes to focus, but his brain was fried. Everything was coming too slowly for him to react.
Kit stepped around the table, following the telepath. Each step sent jolts of energy through his limbs but Kit couldn’t help it. He kind of liked it. This raw power coursing through him. It made him feel in control.
He ignored the voice in the back of his head telling him to stop. That this was wrong, that this wasn’t him. Oh this was Kit alright. This was all of Kit’s bottled up emotions, finally breaking free and showing Ambrose who really had the power in their relationship.
Kit stopped in front of Ambrose, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and yanking him to his feet. He shoved him against the wall, not shocking him, not yet. He just wanted to savour the look of fear in the villain’s face for once. The villain’s disheveled state, where strands of his perfect hair fell over his face, out of his control.
“Mallory, this isn’t you,” Ambrose told him.
Kit tilted his head. “Aww, is that really all you can think of in your defence, Rosey? It’s hard to think with electricity shocking your nervous system, isn’t it?”
“Kit—”
“Kit’s not home right now,” Kit cut in, chuckling darkly. The sound echoing in static across the apartment. “Or, well, he is. He’s me, I’m him. Let’s just say, his compassionate, heroic side isn’t steering the ship at the moment.”
Ambrose clenched his jaw. “Then which part am I speaking to?”
“The one that you created, Rosey.” Kit told him with a threatening purr. His smile widened as Ambrose paled. “The beaten, pathetic, powerless one that gathered every time you told us — not to use our powers. Every time Kit reached for them and couldn’t find them, guess what happened? I was born. A well of kinetic and potential energy, bubbling under the surface, safe in Kit’s subconscious.” Kit laughed and Ambrose flinched. “I liked you, Rosey. You just kept building, and building, and building me up until I spilled over. But y’know what? I like being in the driver seat. It’s fun being conscious.”
Ambrose didn’t know what to do as he stared at the monster in front of him. The monster that he created? Nobody had ever had side effects like this before, well, none that he of. Certainly not enough to make another personality emerge in the subconscious, but then again���
Ambrose set his mouth into a thin line. Kit was top of his class for a reason. Mentor chose him for a reason, and if Kit wasn’t lethal enough with just his skills his ability — electricity — was pure energy, pure force. It would take a lot for Kit to be able to control it, let alone suppress it. Ambrose vaguely recalled studying electricity in school, and all the different types of it.
No, that’s not what he should focus on.
His mind quickly poured over Kit’s words again until he found it, the important information. “Kit’s not home right now. Or well, he is. He’s me, I’m him. Let’s just say, his compassionate, heroic side isn’t steering the ship at the moment.”
Perfect. That meant all Ambrose had to do was reach in and pull the real Kit out to the forefront of his mind. Put him back in control.
Ambrose reached into Kit’s mind, quickly searching the strange cavern until he saw him. Not Kit, but a pulsing ball of blue electricity buried deep in the darkness.
“Mallory!” Ambrose called, his voice echoing in Kit’s mind. “Mallory wake—”
Ambrose screamed as he was pulled out of Kit’s head. It felt as if his body was burning under a stream of molten lava, singeing every nerve and fibre of his being. Every muscle seized and contracted, robbing every thought from his brain before eventually it stopped and he fell forward. His head fell onto Kit’s shoulder, his body riding out the aftershocks with a cry.
“Naughty, naughty Rosey. It’s rude to ask for someone else to join us when the fun’s only beginning! You get to play with Kit all the time, I never get to play with you.”
“Kit—” Ambrose said with a breath, his voice coming out weaker than he had ever heard it.
“Don’t worry. I know how much volts it takes to kill a human, and I only used a fraction of that on you, Rosey. See? We’re still friends! I would be nothing without you.” Kit grabbed Ambrose’s head and straightened him back against the wall. “So, how about we make this party really fun and use half the amount it takes to kill—“”
Kit shut up suddenly, stepping back. Ambrose slid heavy down the wall, mind racing. He had the right mind to glance up at Kit to see a resolute expression grace his lips.
“Ambrose, put me to sleep. Now! Fucking—” Kit dropped to his knees, screaming as red and blue sparks erupted around him. No, not around him. From him. Ambrose looked away, throwing his elbow up to shield his eyes. “AGGGGHHH! NOW! DON’T—”
Ambrose took a sharp breath and slammed his hand out. He reached into Kit’s mind and pulled the plug. Kit’s muscles went rigid, his arms dropping to his sides before he fell to the ground. Ambrose let out a gasp, falling forward to his hands and knees.
Ambrose sucked in a breath, his muscles trembling to keep him up. Fuck.
He pushed himself back onto his arse, eyes locked on the unconscious hero in front of him. His body still pulsed with energy, but at least he was out cold. Ambrose pressed a hand against his chest, still feeling the burn from Kit’s hand on his chest.
He glanced down, brows pinching together when he saw the char mark in the shape of a handprint on his shirt. Ambrose scoffed. “You little shit,” he said to Kit. “This shirt costs more than your apartment.”
Ambrose got to his feet with a groan. It has been a long time since somebody hurt him like that. Well, not counting all the times when Kit had surprised him. He let out a breath, that sounded eerily similar to a laugh, when he remembered Kit knocking him out and waking up tied up and gagged. Oh, those were the days.
He walked over to Kit’s coatrack by the door and rooted around in his overcoat pockets until his fingers touched the metal rings. He pulled them out and released them with a dull thunk.
He personally preferred not having to use Kit’s power dampeners. They weren’t exactly a tool that Ambrose needed. Besides, it was much more fun to force Kit to inhibit his own ability, but Ambrose had told him not to use his powers. He had done that, and somehow, the other Kit somehow managed to access his electricity to overpower Ambrose.
Ambrose walked over to the Hero, staring down at him with something unreadable crossing his expression. This was the kid that Mentor took under his wing, huh? He could see why Mentor would choose him, of all the heroes in the world, never mind the city, he’s the Hero Ambrose chose too, coincidentally.
Entirely coincidental.
It was strange.
There was something about Kit, something about him that drew people in like moths to a flame, but looking down at him now, Ambrose took in how young Mallory looked.
He was everything Ambrose wasn’t; where Ambrose was pale, Kit had a honeyed tan to his skin, and where Ambrose was dark haired, Kit’s hair was light brown. Not to mention the differences between Kit’s ridiculous haircut and Ambrose’s. Honestly, would it kill him to run a comb through his hair every once in a while?
Then again Mentor always had a soft spot for broken things, and who could ever compete with some scrappy orphan?
Ambrose sighed as he crouched in front of Kit, reaching forward to grab the boy’s wrists. A jolt of electricity passed through Ambrose’s arm and he cursed, yanking his hand back and shaking it.
“Even unconscious you’re still a pain in the ass,” Ambrose muttered, carefully reaching forward again and snapping the cuff around Kit’s wrist without touching him. The brightness in his veins dimmed and went out completely after Ambrose snapped the cuff on other his wrist.
He touched Kit’s hand again, testing the waters, and there was no shock or jolt that ran through him. Good. Ambrose got to his feet, satisfied that Kit wasn’t a live wire anymore and walked towards Kit’s bedroom. He opened the wardrobe and grabbed one of Kit’s sweaters, then paused, stretching the fabric.
God. The boy didn’t look this skinny. Ambrose had broad shoulders, something he was proud of, but at the moment he wished he was the same build as the young hero. He put the sweater back in and pulled out a larger hoodie. It was ugly but it’d do.
All of his insulators were back at his house, which meant he’d have to take Kit back too. He needed answers. He needed to understand why Mentor chose Kit, why he took him, why he raised him to follow in his footsteps.
He needed to know why Kit thought Ambrose was working with Supervillain. Too many unanswered questions for his liking, too many variables, and all of them hinged on the volatile hero in front of him. Well, Ambrose never got to where he was today without a little hard work.
At least, he noted, it was dark outside, so he could throw the unconscious hero into the backseat without too many questions.
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Orphanage roll-call (lmk if you wanna be added or removed): @beatenbruisedandbloody @404lunar1216 @whumpyworld @nameless-beanie e @andithewhumper @annablogsposts @whumpasaurus101 @0eggdealer @rejectedbytheempty @sleepy-pearl @n3rv0usn0v4 @whumpatize-me-captain @sunshiline-writes @burningkittypoet @honeyed-euphrates @sacredwrath @theonewithallthefixations @acer-gaysimpstuff @m3rakii @xxgalgurlxx @princess-bubble-blossom @blood-enthusiast @steh-lar-uh-nuhs @andtheysaidspeaknoww @dutifullykrispyland @mononeigbour @tippytappytyping @stefaniesblogs @shinokoro @bedtimescenarios @whatwhump
#intoxicating fear#intoxicating#fear#whump#whump writing#whump series#whump fic#superpower whump#hero villain writing#hero villain snippet#hero villain story#Oskar Ambrose#Kit Mallory#scared hero x telepath villain#electric hero#telepath villain#defiant whumpee#exhausted whumpee#sadistic whumper#sadistic villain#power dampeners#telepathic villain#out of control powers#out of control abilities#intelligent whumper#intelligent villain#my writing#orphan writing#writblr#villain
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Hi! This is my first ask so I'm a tad bit nervous. I was wondering if you could do something where a hero has a migraine but fights villain anyway because they're stubborn? Thank you!
Hi megreads22! Sorry it took forever to get to this, but I tried my best! Here you go!
Hero cursed the sunny day, trying to stay out of the light. It only made the stabbing pain behind their eyes that much worse. It felt like someone was taking an ice pick to their head right through their eye. Even so, they had a job to do, and they weren’t going home until they had finished it.
“Villain,” Hero called, “party's over, get down here before I make you!”
Villain turned from the electrical fire they had caused across the power grid. The crackle and fizz of sparks could be heard as they trotted over to Hero. They snapped their fingers, causing more little sparks to fly.
“Here to stop me? Did I interrupt your Netflix streaming, little Hero?” Villain cackled.
Hero was much less amused. They let the ice crystals form in their palms, a chill whipping through the otherwise hot power plant.
“Turn yourself in while I put out these fires, and then- agh!”
Hero stopped mid-demand, putting a hand to their head. The ice pick pain had increased with a vengeance. Now the other side of their head throbbed and pulsated.
“Hero?” Villain asked.
Hero held up a finger.
“One second,” they winced through gritted teeth.
“What is it?”
The flames whipped around the grid, but the only thing on Hero's mind was their head and how much it hurt. Orange and yellow licked up metal coils while wires frayed. Before they knew it, Villain was at Hero’s side.
Hero went to throw a defensive punch. Villain caught their hand gently.
“Hey, easy, easy,” they said, “why are you out here if you're having a migraine?”
“Because you're out here,” Hero said, fighting back another cry.
“Well we can remedy that right now,” Villain said.
Villain picked Hero up in a bridal carry and fled from the power plant. Sirens wailed as firefighters arrived on the scene to take care of the blaze. While a few of them questioned where Hero was, all of them got to work anyway.
…
Villain set Hero down on their couch, then rifled through their medicine cabinet for pain relievers.
“You really shouldn’t have come to fight me if you were feeling this bad,” Villain admonished.
Hero only groaned in response. Villain handed them the pain relievers and a glass of water. Hero chased the pills with their drink, then slowly lowered themselves down, letting their aching head rest on a pillow. Villain pulled the window shades so that it was dark inside the living space. They knelt down by Hero’s side.
“What else can I get for you?” they asked gently.
“I don’t know, nothing helps,” Hero whimpered, screwing their eyes shut.
“Can we try a hot compress? I know your powers kind of cancel heat out, but it’s worth a shot, right?”
Hero held out a thumbs-up, as nodding would only make things worse. Villain left and returned shortly with a hot washcloth. They held it up against Hero’s head, applying a little bit of pressure. Hero sighed, feeling the slightest bit of relief.
“Thank you.”
Villain nodded.
“You stay here and rest. As for me, I guess I’m putting my evil schemes on hold for now…”
Hero, despite the pain, let the ghost of a smirk cross their features.
“Don’t get used to it, Hero,” Villain huffed, “this is only because I like you so much.”
“I am very likeable,” Hero agreed weakly.
“No more talking,” Villain said, “rest.”
So Hero did rest, and a few days later, they were back to normal, thanks to Villain and their caretaking. The next time they got a migraine, Villain would make sure Hero rested properly.
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HoB Isekai-ed Artist - Curry Rice
Curry rice is one of my favorite foods, & this might’ve been my best batch! Like a lot of home cooks, I used the boxed curry roux (we like Vermont Curry), but someday I’d like to try making my own - I watched a few videos, & it doesn’t look too complicated. ^_^ Curry itself is like that - just add protein, root veggies, & whatever personal touches you’d like 🍛✨
Food fact: I think one of the reasons why we make curry rice in Galar is because we apparently have the British to thank for introducing curry to Japan. The more you know!
#hero of bombs#isekai au#tears of the kingdom#video game food#curry rice#this is fun#I like cooking#the carrots really stayed intact in this batch#meanwhile the potatoes & onions pretty much became one with the curry lol#something else I wanna try doing is making rice in a stone pot - that’s probably how Link does it in Hyrule#I just have a little electric rice cooker lol
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“You’re going to blow out your arms,” the villain observed. They watched as the hero merely grit their teeth, shoving themself through another pull-up. It looked painful, and if the sweat slicking the hero’s brow was any indication, it was.
They waited for the hero to let themself drop from the bar and accept the villain was stronger. But they didn’t.
Three more pull-ups, and the villain stepped in.
“Hero,” they said slowly. “You’re about to tear the ligaments in your arms. You need to stop.”
The hero blew out a shuddering breath. Struggled for purchase, fighting gravity—and let themself drop.
The hero’s hands were bleeding, calluses torn open by the bar. The hero didn’t seem bothered when their own hands shook so much that their blood began to splatter on the gym floor.
For a moment, the villain could only stare at them.
Shit.
They didn’t know how to handle this. They knew the hero was dedicated. They knew the hero was strong, and perpetually trying to be stronger, but they hadn’t thought…
They hadn’t thought the hero would be so willing to tear apart their own body for success.
It was supposed to be fun, the villain thought. They felt a little sick as the hero pressed their palms together to soothe the bleeding, an action that was practiced and familiar. As if they had done this before.
The hero reached for something in their bag, smearing blood on the side, and pulled out a roll of blue electrical tape. The villain didn’t understand why, until the hero tore a strip off and made to wrap their hands with it.
The hero would be the death of them.
They crouched in front of the hero, plucking the electrical tape out of their hands.
“What are you doing with this?”
The hero blinked at the villain like they were the strange one in this situation.
“Wrapping my hands?”
The villain hissed in a breath.
“With electrical tape?”
The hero flushed slightly, looking down at their bloody hands. They looked close to tears.
“It…sticks to skin, really well. And it doesn’t move, either, when you move your hands or wherever else, even if you’re fighting. Plus, blood doesn’t make it come off, at least, not for a while.”
The villain blinked at them.”
“Blood doesn’t make it come off,” the villain repeated, processing. The hero nodded, reaching for the electrical tape. The villain settled it out of reach.
“Not if you wrap it right.”
Dimly, the villain realized that meant the hero had done this enough times to have it down to a science.
“And you couldn’t use a bandaid?” The villain asked incredulously. The hero shrugged a shoulder, then winced at the motion.
Yeah, the hero had absolutely blown out their arms.
“Bandaids move—“
The villain hushed them.
“Be quiet for a second.”
The hero, wisely, went quiet.
The villain rubbed a hand over their face, then studied the hero for a moment. They took one of the hero’s hands into their own, studying the damage.
“Why did you do this to yourself,” the villain murmured.
“What do you mean, why,” the hero snapped. “It’s my job.”
“Your job is to save people,” the villain corrected. “Not destroy yourself.”
“I’m not destroying myself—“
“You are.”
“Shut up—“
“Hero.”
“I need to be better,” the hero snapped. Their voice rang out across the gym, echoing into the rafters, and they both froze. After a moment, the hero spoke again, voice soft. “I need to be better.”
They said it like they needed the villain to understand. The villain wondered who they were really saying it to—the villain, or themself.
“Better than who?”
“Everyone.” It was hushed, like a secret.
The villain watched them, waiting.
The hero took a shaky breath
“My whole thing is being the best. I have always been the best. That’s the only reason I matter. If I’m not strong enough, then I am nothing, so I need. to be. better.”
The hero had started crying, very quietly, like they were afraid to take up too much space.
The villain was not equipped to handle gifted kid burnout.
“There’s more to you than just being a good athlete,” the villain said hesitantly, and the hero shook their head.
“No. There isn’t.”
“Hero.”
“Can you give me back my electrical tape?” They hiccuped to contain a sob.
“No,” the villain said firmly, and then the hero really was sobbing.
“You don’t understand—“
The villain didn’t. Not really. They had never been the kind of talented that the hero was.
They wondered now if maybe that was a blessing.
“I don’t,” the villain agreed. “But I do understand that you’ve saved half the city, and you give everything you have to give, and you always do your best.”
“But I-“
“No.” The villain stopped them. “You are doing your best.” They tipped the hero’s chin up until they met the villain’s eyes. “And it is enough.”
The hero froze, eyes darting over the villain’s face. They wondered if anyone had ever said that to the hero, if whatever mentor they had was giving them anything other than orders to be stronger. Be better. Be more.
The villain had some new targets to take care of, it would seem.
For now, though, they had to take care of hero.
“We’re going to go wrap your hands,” they said softly. “And then we’re going to take care of your arms, and you’re going to take a nap.”
The hero nodded, watching them like they were some kind of good, selfless person.
“And if I ever catch you using electrical tape again, so help me, I will put you six feet under.”
That startled a laugh out of the hero, and they let the villain guide them to their feet.
“Fine.”
The villain turned to them. “Okay?”
Are you going to be alright?
The hero seemed to understand.
“Okay,” the hero agreed.
Yes.
And so, it was.
#writing#writing community#snippet#angst#heroes and villains#ficlet#writblr#hero/villain#hero whumpee#exhaustion#overworked#villain caretaker#whump#kind of#in case you’re wondering. yes you CAN do this to yourself. it’s completely possible#essentially what happens is if you do a motion (a pull-up) more than your body is capable#it gets mad. this is different from training till failure. this is to failure and then beyond#so while you started using the correct muscle groups you those muscles get tired and despite the tired you don’t stop#so then your body switches to muscles it SHOULDNT BE USINF and then you fuck up your elbows (in the case of pull-ups)#and then you can’t straighten your arms for a week bc the ligaments and tendons and all the little movement parts want to keep it curled in#I’m not a doctor#I’m just a gifted kid who was an athlete who got burnt out and destroyed her body lmao#this is possibly maybe based on true events that occurred#anyways. I’m not a doctor but you can use electrical tape on wounds. yes it sticks. yes it stays. it’s honestly very useful.#electrical tape > bandaids#do not do anything listed here it is BAD. do not blow out your muscles it hurts. properly clean ur injuries. I beg you.#don’t get injured at all#thank you to my friend who went “pull-up’ competition and then watched me create this angst#love u besties. drink water. go to sleep. summon demons. ❤️ self care
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more sketch dump + shipping name concept (not final tho)
#plants vs zombies#pvz#pvz gw#pvz gw2#pvz bfn#pvz2#pvz heroes#my art#fan art#wizard zombie#captain deadbeard#rose#space cadet#imp#bikini zombie#cardio zombie#jurassic fossilhead#nightcap#neptuna#rustbolt#electric boogaloo#immorticia#baron von bats#green shadow#solar flare
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+ being really smart :)
#to me here the most powerfull is charmspeak bc it s the definition of power#and mist bc wtf is that it s crazy and should be illegal#personally the power i want without thinking of pjo is electricity bending just to play with it and feel it on my skin fingers etc i just#i just think it would be fun and feel funny#pjo#percy jackon and the olympians#hoo#leo valdez#hazel levesque#frank zhang#jason grace#nico di angelo#annabeth chase#piper mclean#percy jackson#rick riordan#heroes of olympus
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baby you’re like lightning in a bottle
#percy jackson art#song: electric love by horns#percy jackson#thalia grace#thalia grace pjo#thalia grace fanart#toa#hoo#pjo#pjo art#pjo hoo toa#percy series#percy jackson and the olympians#heroes of olympus#trials of apollo#thalia grace art#percy jackson series#art#digital art#moth draws
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