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[neon-kazoo]

Pump It (Concert Chase)

(Based loosely on the song “Pump It” by the Black Eyed Peas)

There wasn’t supposed to be any villains at the Black Eyed Peas concert. Hero certainly would not have attended if they knew there would be.

Unfortunately, they were positive they recognized the man dressed in black on the other side of the entrance gate.

Hero caught a short glimpse of the bolded letters of security written across his back before he turned around suddenly, reaching towards a woman obviously trying to smuggle a bag into the venue. She put up a short fight, but eventually must have decided whatever alcohol she probably had stashed in there wasn’t worth voiding the cost of her ticket. She reluctantly relinquished the strap she had previously held in an iron grip.

Purse successfully confiscated, Villain waved over another member of the event staff to escort the freshly-outraged woman outside. She left, but not without a few words Hero was glad they couldn’t hear from here.

Satisfied with his work, Villain raised his head in the direction of the crowd inside.

And immediately locked eyes with the hero.

Shit.

Of all the people—the hundreds in this section, not to mention the thousands in attendance—his eyes just had to land on them.

From the way the villain’s body stiffened and he took a step towards the entrance gate, Hero guessed they weren’t the only one with decent facial recognition skills.

They had to disappear. Now.

Classically, they had two options:

Run, or hide.

They cut a fast glance to the crowd in front of them.

Too many bodies pressed way too close to each other for Hero to even have a chance of breaking free once—or if—they found themselves inside. But there was something to be said about the camouflage of it, melting so easily into the crowd.

Regrettably, that idea involved giving up the one thing Hero couldn’t afford to lose:

Control.

Instead, they pumped their legs as fast as they could. Hero hurtled over the crowd control gate like the medal-winning track star they were, barely breaking their stride and clearing it easily. Music blasted from the nearby speakers—the opener, Hero presumed—, sending powerful thumps of bass straight through their chest.

Turn it up, Hero silently prayed to the sound managers. Hearing damage was the least of their worries right now.

With any luck, Villain had forgotten to bring an earplug to protect the ear not covered by his earpiece. Sound disorientation would definitely work heavily in their favor here.

They dodged several groups hanging out on the outskirts of the crowd, using the quick direction changes to confirm Villain was actually in pursuit.

Of course, he was.

Not only that, but he was gaining on them.

Come on, Hero spurred the crowd internally, Louder!

There was no place to go, at least, no where the villain couldn’t flash a badge and get their ten times faster than they could run, jump, or climb. Their legs burned but they continued at full speed, heavily wishing they could throw Villain straight into the center of a mosh pit.

Actually- maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea.

They veered sharply towards the backstage.

A completely ludicrous idea formed in their mind.

By the grace of a higher power the path to the front was relatively clear, if they ignored the gates and unsuspecting law enforcement they passed along the way.

They dashed past the stage-hand who may or may not have been trying to hand them a microphone. The rest of the route was clear, save for some miscellaneous cords taped down with bright duct tape.

So much for the star-studded security the venue had promised.

The crowd cheered as the hero burst into view.

Time to put on a show.

Hero didn’t bother to look towards the performers to gauge their reactions to their sudden appearance on stage. They simply waited for a lull in the lyrics before commandeering a mic stand and addressing the crowd with all the bravado they could muster.

“Front rows! Get ready!”

Behind them, Villain stormed onto stage aggressively, purpose fueling his every step. He wasted no time getting over to Hero and grabbing a hold of their shirt, intending to drag them off to who-knows-where, right in front of an audience.

“Always someone trying to ruin the fun,” Hero stage-whispered into the microphone they now held with a mischievous glint in their eyes.

“Don’t worry, folks. All part of the show.”

Hero twisted out of the grip, placing the villain between the edge of stage and themselves.

Pure anger covered his features as he reached forward even more aggressively. Hero ducked under his arm and smiled.

The band—bless them—just kept playing.

For the sake of timing, the hero engaged in a short scuffle while the song progressed.

Finally, when the beat dropped, they shoved.

Hard.

He fell, and dozens of hands reached up to catch him, supporting the unsuspecting villain in a horizontal position. Hero waved down at him with a smile.

The crowd roared infinitely louder.

Villain was carried away by the sea of bodies, and Hero wasted no time taking their leave from temporary stardom and slipping off backstage and into the city beyond.

[boobilby]

Gone fishing, be back in a month or so

[theladystrikesagain]

how does a show released in 2024 fail harder in showcasing fully rounded female characters with flaws and strengths and rich personalities than a cartoon from the 2000s. why has television & film legitimately regressed across the years when it comes to showing women as human beings lmao

[scales-of-stardust]

Me: *to myself* “Aight time for my hour break before truck arrival”

Coworker: “I’m going to head for my lunch before the truck comes. Bye”

Me: “Oh. Ok.”

[loosethreadsofyoursoul]

the degree to which magic in bbc merlin is an allegory for queerness is insane. what do you mean people with magic hide in fear for their lives because it’s illegal. what do you mean merlin’s mother sent him away to the big city bc she was afraid of what would happen if their small town found out he had magic. what do you mean merlin is taken in by an unmarried old man who used to practice magic but can’t anymore. what do you mean morgana was morally on uther’s side until she realized who she was and that he was wrong for wanting people like her dead. what do you mean anti-magical propaganda spreads misinformation that all magic is evil and everyone who practices it is also evil and should be killed. what do you mean there’s a recurring underlying theme of magical being solidarity

[the-bitter-ocean]

Hi isat fandom. Points at the sign.

[super-un-stable]

Things kids do sometimes (I did this once sorry dad)

[cardiohiphopgroovesitisthen]

Gale asked Tav for help sorting his inventory

[ficandkaboodle]

It’s sad knowing that the excitable and flirty persona Terzo created might not have been entirely true. But. In a way, it’s also glorious?? Because he’s described as being mad at everybody, himself included, but he still very much actually cares about the well-being of others and has people whom he loves. He’s just gotten to a point of depression where he can’t embrace them in full. Probably a consequential extension from the self-hatred but hear me out.

He was the nicest Papa, according to the ghouls: He doesn’t really hang out with them but when he interacts with them, he treats them kinder than his predecessors ever did, and doesn’t seem to give them any reason to complain in interviews. And considering how much they’ll talk about, they would have jumped at the opportunity. If he gave them any reason to, that is. He genuinely seems to respect them.

He loves his mom. He loves kids. He might have a kid of his own whom he may not be able to be around too often, but does love them. He likes his brothers enough to play UNO with them. He calls out roughhousing ritual attendees if he thinks somebody could get hurt and is not afraid to put his foot down if he thinks they won’t listen.

Terzo is a sad but still fascinating and beautiful example of how you can be filled with so much anger and sadness and disappointment but still retain a sense of love and kindness in spite of it all.

[justuraverageweirdo]

I ship them if you couldn’t tell

Edit: Small Nebula headcanon that she now only wears her hair in braids after her and Monty helped her learn how to do it <3

[quisters]

This entire show is my problematic fav

[raygirlramblings]

They then skipped happily into the sunset to destroy all of the Phantoms stuff 😀

This is basically what I want Rayman and Rabbid Mario to have XD. A friendship and camaraderie based on punching stuff :)

Poor Ray is going to have a LOT to take in meeting the SoH Rabbids (flashbacks etc) and it will probably throw him off his normal groove. But Rabbid Mario was just so ready to befriend this weird limbless eggplant dude and only got freaked out after accidentally pulling his hand off. I just get the impression RMario wouldn’t like seeing anyone sad and would try in his weird way to offer support. Turns out their hobbies aren’t too dissimilar :)

[undeaddudling]

I had a silly idea…

Plus a textless version, WIPs, and alternate layouts below!!

[sapphosclown]

my favorite part about netflix canceling good shows with strong fanbases is the influx of angry comments they get on every post about everything else

[puppppppppy]

personal character design headcanons + brainrot

Note: the re-bound!au does NOT belong to me, it belongs to @chipper-smol I’m just not normal about it lol

[raintemper]

I struggle to accept being a bug.