#party hero

[owarinaki]

Frieren Manga illustration art 1

part 1 // part2 // part 3

[demi-pixellated]

in for a not great work week, coping with random sonic doodle pages

[the-modern-typewriter]

Hiii! Could you please write some hurt comfort hero and villain? Where it has a “who did this to you” vibes! Thanks! No pressure if you don’t want to!

"You look..." The villain's gaze travelled slowly up the hero, taking in the hard lines of them, the uncanny iciness that had replaced a once warm, familiar face. "Different."

"And you look like hell. Let's get you out of here."

Despite the fact that the hero had just blown the villain's chains to smithereens, the villain didn't move. They leaned heavily against the cold concrete wall of their cell, still staring.

The hero's fingers flexed agitated at their sides.

"I can - if you're hurt, I can help you stand. I don't - you're safe now."

It was like an act they didn't know how to play any more. The script was the same, but the tongue behind the words was a sharper thing. A whittled thing. Made hard and venomous with desperation. Like the world had taken an axe to everything that made the hero them and started hacking.

"Who did this to you?" the villain demanded.

"What?"

"You're all..." Their head lolled, as they tried to tilt it customarily to one side. Their broken fingers hurt too much to wiggle them effectively in the hero's direction, but they did their best. "Not you. All..."

"They hurt you," the hero said. Flat. Deadly.

The villain wet their cracked, swollen lips. Their voice came out raspy. "I heard screaming."

"Yeah." Something dark and protective simmered in the hero's eyes. It looked awfully a lot like 'they deserved it'. Like how the villain's eyes used to look, through a mirror darkly, until the pain scorched through everything cold and steely inside them.

"You killed people. You killed...you came for me."

"We need to go," the hero said, through gritted teeth. "We need to get you out of here. Come on." The hero ducked down, only to falter when their gruff tug immediately made the villain's whole world go fuzzy with hurting. The touch turned gentle as the villain flinched. The hero's hands floundered, like they no longer knew the language of caring, but still remembered that they wanted to try.

A stupid prickle of tears stung the villain's eyes.

"Who did this to you? Who-"

"-Please," the hero said. "Put your arms around me. You need to work with me here. Please."

The villain wrapped their aching arms around the hero's shoulders. The hero lifted them up, holding them oh so carefully. Being upright was still enough to make the villain's vision pop and then blacken.

When they regained consciousness, they were walking through a slaughter house. Blood everywhere. As if a hurricane given teeth and claws had ripped through the building.

"Did I do this?" the villain asked.

"No, love."

But that wasn't quite right.

"No, I mean - I was gone," the villain said. Their head felt so fuzzy with everything they had been given, but the sharp edges of the hero were so clear, if only they could find the words to paint the picture half as well, let the knowledge swirling inside them settle. "You were on your own. How long have you been trying to rescue me?"

"It's going to be alright, okay? I've got you. You're alright."

"Are you?"

"I'm not the one who's been tortured!" It came out a snap, and maybe the villain should have flinched after an eternity of raised voices and raised weapons, but they didn't.

"You don't do so well on your own," the villain said instead, softly. "You never have."

The hero's throat bobbed as they swallowed, convulsive, choking something down. "Don't."

The villain raised a hand, rubbing their thumb over the gaunt line of the hero's face.

The hero flinched back.

"It's going to be alright," the villain said. "You're going to be alright. I've got you."

"You -" The hero laughed then, a broken thing. They jerked their head to the side but it didn't hide the tears glinting in their eyes. "Maybe let's not focus on me right now. You were - what they did to you - they told that they - I should have got here faster."

"I'm sorry they used me against you."

"Don't."

"Tell me their names?"

"They're all dead."

"Tell me anyway."

"I killed them."

"I know, love. Tell me anyway."

The hero swore, but the villain could practically watch some life creep back into those icy eyes. Some horror. Some thing that wasn't a stranger. Their hero. The hero held them a little tighter, cradling them a little closer against their chest.

"Just - later. Let me get you help. You need help."

Well, the villain couldn't argue with that. Still. Their own body didn't feel half as perturbing as the way the hero's eyes iced over again, determined to see through the job, to not shatter no matter what they'd done to get to where they were. To get the villain back. To save them.

They tucked themselves closer to the hero's chest, to their heart - thumping proof of life, proof of hope, proof that maybe they hadn't entirely lost the thing they cared about most of all.

Who did this to you?

But the villain didn't really need to ask.

The answer was always their own name.

[onamitaro]

[dimension20official]

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[grenadehearts]

authors note: ohhh yeaaa a drunken makeout sesh w shinsou?? while the neighborhood plays.. should i continue this drabble further?

You and Shinsou had staggered up the stairs to some random, crappy bedroom, the purple and blue hue of the LED lights casting over him, making him look even more enticing than he usually did—messy, tousled hair, smudged eyeliner, and that cocky toothy grin that sent you to your knees with his hand fisted in your hair. Your hands tugged at his loose flannel, one buried in his purple curls while he guided you back—one large hand pressing against the small of your back, while the other cradled your face, angling you just right. Crashing his lips against yours in a kiss that was all mess, and searing heat with a taste of urgency, the remnants of cheap alcohol lingering on his tongue.

There was nothing gentle nor kind about his actions, they weren't slow or sweet—nor, was their any tenderness in the way he held you, in the way he devoured your mouth like a man drowning trying to grasp any amount of air out of his lungs, even the way his grip tightened against your back sure to be embedded into your skin by sunrise,  as he navigated you up the creaky stairs of some shitty college house party The farther up you went, the needier you both became. The pounding bass from downstairs softened, the muffled lyrics of Sweater Weather fading into the walls, drowned out by the way your breath hitched every time his teeth grazed your bottom lip. its muffled barely coherent lyrics mixing with the tiny gasps of air you and Shinsou stole between fevered kisses, the shuffle of his Docs against the wooden stairs filling the gaps in sound.

When another drunk couple stumbled past—her heels in hand, mini dress riding up to expose a shitty thigh tattoo she probably got to rebel against her parents—giggling against a guy clumsily gripping her waist—Shinsou yanked you flush against his chest, pressing his back to the wall, to avoid any drunken collision.

 His scent hit you like a drug—cigarettes, faded cologne, along with something that was  distinctly him, but there wasn’t nearly enough time to fully take it in before he was on you again, lips crashing against yours, rough and impatient. The cold metal of his chain brushing against your exposed cleavage, sending a delicious chill up your spine. And when he got tired of just your lips, his mouth trailed lower, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down to your collarbone. His breath was hot, each exhale a tease against your skin as he sucked at the delicate flesh, leaving a pale bruise and a sleek trail of saliva.

But when your reaction wasn’t enough—when you weren’t trembling the way he wanted—he bit down, a sharp nip that had your thighs clenching on instinct. A breathy, involuntary whimper slipped past your lips. He heard it. Felt it. The bastard smirked against your neck, lips curving against the sensitive skin as his hand slithered between your thighs, fingers pressing right against that pulse point.

A shudder rolled through you as his breath ghosted over the shell of your ear, his voice low, rough, dripping with satisfaction.

"Atta girl," he murmured, fingers teasing against the heat between your legs. "Give me more of that."

p.s i've never written for shinsou so.. bare w me pls..

[vampirehayfever]

all the bad kids immediately casting spells to cover kristen not being able to cast right now is so funny and so sweet. like they didn't even hesitate to burn the spell slots.

[zoe-oneesama]

Can't get caught if you have no plan!

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[demilypyro]

This is a fun cast actually

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny was...unnerved, which is unusual considering his upbringing as the child of mad scientists obsessed with the undead.

It had been a few weeks since he had moved into Wayne manor after a conflict between batman and his parents, which led to his home and his friends and family being blown up in a lab malfunction. Most of Amity Park was destroyed in the blasts, including Vlad and his mansion.

Usually Danny would be more suspicious of super rich dudes, but the sorrow in Bruce Wayne's eyes as he pleaded to let Danny take him in was genuine and well, Danny didn't exactly have anywhere else to go. Plus, Bruce looked weirdly guilty when danny told him none of this was his fault, which was weird. Jazz was in college and always looked exhausted on video calls, so he didn't want to bother her there.

The part that bothered him most wasn't that there was anything dangerous or bad happening, but rather the opposite.

Danny was used to dodging his home security system when it randomly targeted him. He was used to ghosts popping up out of nowhere to suckerpunch him. He was used to danger.

And now that there was none, he was jumping at shadows.

Things got better when he met Psaro. He was in the process of being either mugged or kidnapped, he wasn't sure, when this angry goth teen with silver hair and ruby eyes literally came in swinging a steel chair. After the beat down and subsequent rescue, Danny offered to buy them some food. Psaro tried to reject the offer until his stomach suddenly growled, making him blush, and Danny dragged the older goth teen to a restaurant.

They've been best friends since. Psaro later introduced him to his friends Rose and Toilen, explaining that they weren't from this world and that Rose was an elf and Toilen was a Teran from a planet called Terrestria. Danny assumed that Psaro was an elf like Rose due to them both having long pointed ears and mostly focused on Toilen thanks to the "other planet" bit.

Meanwhile, the bats have been keeping an eye out on Danny (aka stalking him) and his new, obviously magical friends.

[rueclfer]

bitch cup mentality // tomura shigaraki

when all you needed was a night with him and a cup of mixed liquor to make some moves

a/n: the fratboy agenda never stops

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[atrenchcoatofteaandspite]

Edit: I cannot believe this got 1k notes love y'all d20 nerds <3

[parasolladyansy]

HoB Isekai-ed Artist - Round Ears pt.2

Little follow-up from my essay about round-eared people like us in Zelda games. May or may not make up a story how we’re distant relatives visiting family just to avoid any awkward assumptions LOL 😅

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Holodrum is the land Link visited in Oracle of Seasons, where Link had a magic staff that changed the seasons (very cool!!). Unova being the first (& currently last) region to feature seasons, felt appropriate. ❄️🌷🌻🌾

I am indeed a terrible liar most of the time (& for some reason, so many people would tell me that I have an accent?? XD)

Sugar tends to make herself scarce as Navi or Tatl used to.

No tea or cake for mean Demon Kings who [spoilers] [more spoilers], & [even more spoilers]. >_>

[orb-weaving]

Recognition

[halloween-neko96]

I have this fanfic idea:

So Cale got hit by a Mind Reading Spell/Power that was supposed to broadcast his thoughts out loud. But instead of his thoughts, it broadcasted the voices of his Ancient Powers that were inside his mind. Everyone around him just felt dumbfounded at this.

Bonus, the voices of Wind Elementals also got broadcast when Cale held the top whip. The voices of the Dragons spoke into his mind also in the same boat.

[munsongirly]

New photos of Joseph Quinn for GQ HEROES 24. 📷: britishgq.