#stoic villain

[sunnynwanda]

Hi! Ive been following you for a long while and I love your writing so much!

If you feel like it, could you write a hero x villain, one of which is the type to get touchy and playful when drunk and accidentally confesses to the other like that? With the other being surprised

Ofc you can take it in whatever way you want! :D

Do Your Worst

Warnings: intoxication, slightly suggestive (i guess?), bad flirting xD

Villain was stoic. Cold as ice, unmoving as a mountain. They never flinched, never winced, never recoiled. No matter how strong the blow was, no matter how bad it hurt. No muscle dared to twitch on their carved face, not one sound escaped their pale lips.

They were made of stone - Hero was sure of it. 

Here remembered their first battle with Villain, the power of their blows unmatched, rumbling in the emptiness of the building, concrete crushing under their fists as they chased Villain relentlessly. In retrospect, Hero knows they must have broken at least five ribs, if not more. Yet, the only reaction they got from Villain was a quirked eyebrow - a mocking challenge. A dare to keep going, to give more. Bring it on.

Do your worst. 

Hero hated those words despite having heard them a thousand times before. A spark ignited deep within, turning into lightning, rushing through their veins like a wave. Passion and power. Hero had no idea where to draw the line. Villain was insatiable in their hunger, unstoppable in their pursuit of a thrill. Yet there was no satiating Hero's thirst either - they wanted more. More fire, more freedom. More of Villain.

But Villain was the epitome of indomitable. Impassive. Equable.

All the more surprising was the state they found Villain in today. No, surprising was not the word for what they were feeling. They were struck dumb, astonished, speechless. Anything but surprised as they take in the look of Villain swaying on their feet and coming to a halt in front of them with the sweetest pout on their soft lips. 

"Baby-y," they exclaim, excitement colouring their voice in a way Hero has never heard before. "What are you doing here?" 

Hero staggers back, their eyes blown wide. Villain attempts a smile, their lips curling up to reveal the dimples on their cheeks. Hero feels their heart skip a beat at the sight.  

"Villain, are you alright?" They start cautiously, part of them suspecting that their nemesis has been drugged. 

Villain nods, failing to form a stern expression and setting on an adorable frown. "Mhm. Missed you. So much." Their words come out slurred but manage to send Hero's eyebrows up into their goddamn hairline. 

"You... what?" Hero mumbles out, breath hitching in their throat as they process the words. They are quick to react when Villain stumbles forward, gripping Hero's outstretched arms for stability. 

Except, they don't stop at that. Once Hero steadies them and lets go of their hands, Villain doesn't step back. Instead, they wrap their arms around Hero's waist and rest their chin on Hero's chest as they tilt their head up. 

"Hi, baby," they muse, their pupils dilated from intoxication. Hero's throat goes dry at the sight, their hands twitching to touch Villain's flushed cheekbones, brush their fingers over the sensitive skin, ignite them the same way Villain's words have them on fire. 

"Hi," Hero breathes out, their mind spinning. "You're drunk." They state the obvious, earning a deep rumble of a chuckle from Villain. 

"Mhm," Villain hums, leaning closer, their chest flush against Hero's. "And you're pretty." 

"I- w-what?" Hero stutters out, their brain short-circuiting when Villain's hand slides up their chest to their neck, their fingers brushing the side of Hero's neck. "What are you doing?"

"Hm?" Villain looks up at them, blinking innocently and sending a shiver down Hero's spine. Holy mother of god. 

Hero wants to remove Villain's hands from their body, they really do. But, the moment they actually try, Villain gives them the most adorably heart-shattering pout they have ever seen, and who the hell is Hero to refuse them? 

They sigh heavily, cupping Villain's jaw, their thumb rubbing soft circles into their cheek. "Shh, let me get you home, okay?" They ask, gazing intently into Villain's heavy-lidded eyes. Villain nods, leaning into their touch with unexpected desperation, their lips parted in strained pants.

Hero draws them closer, holding them upright, but almost drops them when their apathetic nemesis yelps. Hero stares at their enemy cradled in their arms when Villain does the unthinkable. They giggle. The sound rings through the air, and Hero all but dies on the spot, their mouth hanging agape for a moment too long, drawing another soft laugh out of Villain, who must have decided to break Hero's mind because they wrap their arm around Hero's shoulders, nuzzling into their neck. 

"I've wanted to do this for so long," they mutter against Hero's skin, sending a flood of lava down their throat. Hero lets out a guttural groan, barely restraining themself from lifting Villain's head from their shoulder and devouring them on the spot. 

"Villain, please," Hero whispers, unsure of what they are pleading for - for Villain to stop or to keep going. Keep ruining me.

Villain shakes their head, their lips brushing against the side of Hero's neck when they speak again. "I won't have the guts to say this when I'm sober," they confess, and Hero freezes, too stunned to move, speak or even breathe.

They can't remember what they need the air for when Villain's cold fingers trace the outline of their lips. They feel intoxicated, Villain's drunken state influencing them in the strangest way possible, making them feel lightheaded like no alcohol ever could. 

"Villain," Hero warns through gritted teeth, struggling desperately to maintain control and composure when Villain stands on their tiptoes, leaning on Hero's chest for stability. "One more word from you, and I won't be responsible for my actions."

They press their forehead to Villain's, their eyes meeting with scorching intensity, Hero's gaze glowing with insanity and desire.

Villain might be made of stone, but Hero isn't. 

Hero is on the verge of falling apart, crumbling under Villain's smouldering hands like they are made of clay. 

"Do your worst," Villain whispers against their lips, and Hero loses it, capturing Villain's mouth, crushing into them with a groan rambling in the back of their throat. 

No, Hero is not made of stone. And neither is Villain.

A/N: Hi, sweetheart! Oh my, thank you so much :) You have no idea what this means to me and how good it makes me feel to receive requests and notes like this! Love you with all my heart <3 xo Sunny

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[silly-lil-khaos-god]

This is a secret Santa snippet for @sunflower1000! I hope you like it and have a happy holiday season!

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“Righthand, change the news station. I don't care which one, just not this,” the monotone voice of Villain rings out across the large common area. Most who didn't know him couldn't catch the hint of irritation breathing through each word, but Right Hand's long standing service with Villain makes her chest swell with pride at the knowledge. However, any pride goes unsaid as she flicks through the channels until coming upon the story of their current interest. She raises the volume slightly, so the breaking news could echo to Villain's corner chair over the minor bustle of the other workers. 

“-st in, the quakes along the coast have increased in intensity, and are projected To reach a 7.9 on the Richter scale. We are awaiting the arrival of emergency response teams for the current disaster zone.” Villain timer goes off and he promptly radios out, “Status report, all squads.”

Static picks up in the coms system until everyone begins reporting back in order.

“Squad Alpha: 2 D-tier villains. 1 agreed to transaction, the other refused.”

“Squad Beta: No recipients within target area. Holding safe position.”

“Squad Charlie: 1 D-tier hero agreed to transaction.”

“Squad Delta: 1 mercenary within protocol 3-x7. 1 F-tier villain agreed upon transaction.”

“Squad Echo: No recipients within the target area. Holding a safe position.”

“Continue to monitor.” The command rings out and the com system cuts off. The timer is once again reset and Villain returns their attention to the news.

“ At this time, 3 heroes are-” the news reporter goes silent for a moment, seemingly receiving a message in their earpiece for a moment before nodding and responding in turn, “Now 4 heroes are on scene with the arrival of Hero. Even without emergency crews onsite yet, the hopes of the survivors are climbing by the minute.” As the minutes tick by, Villain shuffles through the grueling amount of paperwork at a consistent pace. Suddenly, the entire base shakes as the next earthquake strikes. Even as far as it is from the coast, they’re also affected by this disaster.

“There’s our 7.9 I’d say…” Right Hand grumbles to a henchman, before scurrying off to try and avoid getting knocked flat for as long as possible. Shortly thereafter the tremors cease and Villain rises to assist in the cleanup around his base. In the midst of checking structural integrity, the timer goes off once more.

Villain swiftly strides over, “Status report, all squads.”

“Squad Alpha: No further reports, assisting Charlie Squad with debris on their vehicle.”

“Squad Beta: 1 C-tier villain agreed to transaction. 1 mercenary agreed to transaction.”

“Squad Charlie: No reports, vehicle status unknown but likely unrecoverable.”

“Right Hand, send that status to the garage. We will either need to have repairs made or a new purchase.” Right Hand nods, heading toward the internal com system for relay.

“Squad Delta: No further recipients in the area. Waiting in safe zone.”

“Squad Echo: B-Tier hero within protocol “f-13d within the recent demolition zone. No current location known. Searching.”

“Delta Squad, go assist Squad Echo in search for now. We’ve gained enough recipients for a day.” Right Hand raises a brow upon hearing Villain’s command, but rushes off to grab her proper shoes and set up for the upcoming transport. There’s only one B-tier hero under that protocol. In the time it takes for Right Hand to arrange a swift transportation, Villain was already swiftly approaching. “Only way to see things are done the way you want is to do them yourself, correct Right Hand?”

“Correct,” Right Hand gleams, “I’ve arranged for transportation to the demolition zone for a small crew.”Villain nods, no expression given, but a glint in their eye tells her they’re pleased.

Their transportation is by air and drops them off in a somewhat secluded area where they’re then retrieved by Beta Squad. The ride over is silent to Villain, who scans the rubble and remaining buildings like a predator scouring for its prey. Once they arrive in Echo’s section, it turns into a theater as Villain commands each movement with a stern elegance.

When no results are produced within the next few minutes, Villain and Right Hand join the search, “All of the squads were given even areas to patrol for fast retreats and easy monitoring, correct?”

Right Hand gives Villain a sidelong glance, “Yes, you plotted each area yourself…”

“Then results should have been produced already.”

“Or in the midst of all this rubble there is seemingly more ground to cover-”

“If I wanted cheek, I would have asked someone else. It is a statement. If the squads had efficient routes, the skies would have been far simpler routes. Expand the search to the two nearest squadrons as well.” Right Hand bites her tongue from a response to Villain and just relays the command through the coms.

Just a short while after the command has been given, Villain demands a response across coms for any visuals. After a pregnant pause, one of the henchmen responds, “Section Beta has a voice calling for help. Tr-”

Villain jogs around the rubble to section Beta and marches through the ranks to the henchmen who have now located Hero. Within the rubble, a few henchmen are speaking with Hero about the situation. Villain approaches and asks, “How did you get into this mess?” Under the cold exterior, they were shaken. The damned fool, they knew what they were capable of and what they weren’t. Why in hell would they have gone near these buildings? They could only fly so fast and the air was as dangerous as the ground in the disaster zone. Maybe more so with less time before some falling building smacks someone in the back, obviously.

“Villain? Villain, you need to get out of here, we don’t know when the next quake will hit. What are you even doing out here anyway?”

“Doing what I do best, securing favors. So, always for everyone else but never enough help for yourself. How much of a mess did you get yourself into this time?” The tremble was barely held back in his voice, even assessing from above the collapsed floor he could see the danger in Hero’s predicament.

A child was stuck in this mess and they were trapped in the basement of the building before the most recent quake hit. Hero flew in through the window, thinking their speed would get them securely out of the building. When the quake hit, the ceiling collapsed on them. They threw the child to a safe spot where the floor had already caved, but they were not fast enough to make it out themselves. While they weren't being crushed by the debris, their body was crucial to the last supports available to the rubble. They tried to get out in every way they could with their control of the winds, but even the slight movement of their arm caused a sickening grating of stone on stone to begin above them. If they moved in the wrong direction, or moved too fast, the pile of metal beams and cement pillars would shift and crush them. The child they saved had run for help and ran into the henchmen from there, likely thinking they were emergency workers.

Villain’s eyes were wide as the hero described everything, breathing quick and shuddering. His blood was on fire and his stomach churned realizing that he was helpless to assist them. He had worked too hard, put in so much time to ensure Hero would be safe, only for this? Did the fool realize how many favors had been called, strings pulled, to ensure this person, HIS person, was safe? Panic welled in Villain’s chest as he looked down. The world swam in his vision as he stumbled down the rubble to the trapped fool, his beloved fool.

“Right Hand, what are the favors I have? Who can get them out of this?” Villain paced around the perimeter, brain working at a thousand miles a minute to grasp onto any structural support he could find.

Right Hand freezes up for a moment, but snaps to grabbing his coded book and hands it to him. He frantically flips through the book, eyes devouring the pages like a man starved.

“Contact Supervillain. I have one favor but it would be enough to get Hero-”

“Villain!” Right Hand balks at him. She knew his feelings for Hero, sure. She’s known for a long time after a lot of digging into the various ‘coincidences’ they’ve had with Hero. But this? This is too drastic and impossible to hide his feelings toward the hero. “You can’t do that!”

Villain turns to her in such fury, she almost believes he's about to strike her down that instant, “I will do as I please with the resources I have made.” The danger in his tone is suffocating, but she can't let him be that narrow.

“Villain, if you do this then there will be no hiding. You call Supervillain and he will know that you have a soft spot for Hero. He finds that out? You and Hero both are as good as dead.” Villain falters, he should be the one thinking logically to save Hero, not throwing this mess on Right Hand. “Don’t you have that one villain that can control rocks? Don’t they owe you a few favors anyway? That’s an easier cover than thinking for a second that Supervillain would show mercy.”

Villain sighs, tremors subsiding a little, “Right. You’re right, I need someone else to handle this. Beta squad, go grab that villain… their base is at these coordinates. Tell them I’m cashing in one of my favors.” Beta squad quickly drives off to retrieve the other villain.

While they wait, Villain crouches down to see Hero through the rubble and gives them a small smile while Hero just lays there baffled, “Did Right Hand say you have a favor from Supervillain? How did you manage that? And wait, why would you use that favor on me?”

Villain is struck silent for a moment as Right Hand smacks a hand into her face hard enough to be heard, “You heroes really are just stupid.”

Villain finally breaks from his stupor to laugh, “You haven’t noticed? Even after all this time? Hero, I care for you. Deeply, might I add.”

“Wait.. what? But I’m a hero and constantly messing things up for you. And aren’t you and Right Hand together?”

Villain laughs harder at the misconception and Right Hands face of disgust, “I don’t think she’d put up with me in more than a work setting. Besides that, you’ve had my heart for a while. Once you’re out of this mess, we’ll discuss this properly.”

“You look good when you smile,” Hero flushes. As the car pulls up with Alpha squad and their assistance, Hero rushes to tell Villain one last thing before he puts up his walls again, “I think we can come to an arrangement for me to repay my debt to you.”

“We’ll see what can be arranged. I have many things in mind for us.”

[caledine]

Types of whumpees in a team

( This is just a few, lmk if you can think of more c:<)

Youngest teammate Whumpee

You get your reckless and brash whumpees who’d who’d do anything to prove themselves

Unknowledgeable new to the field

“ I can do it, on my own.”

Angry and defiant till their hurt

Trying to act tough but just people pleasers

Being left behind for ‘safety’ and probably the easiest to break

“ it’s for your own good Whumpee. It’s not safe out there.” queue them getting captured from said place that’s deemed safe

Stupid plans?? Youngest learns just how bad not thinking things through results in

Doing things due to pure peer pressure

A go to hostage since team would fight tooth and nail to get them back (?)

Always doing busywork and never on the field

“ I have done everything from making coffee to doing your laundry— How is this hero work? “

Being deemed not strong enough

Medic/ Doctor whumpees

Either stoic or overly doting

Exhausted from caring to much

Just exhaustion whump in general !!

Always the caretaker and never taken care of

Full ER / too many patients

Natural disaster or a horrible fight leaving them swamped with injured teammates ( maybe they’re hurt too)

“ I know everyone’s hurt— hold on i need a second…”

Getting hurt and knowing just how doomed they are

Using all the good supplies on the team and leaving themselves with ‘alternatives’

Trying to talk other members through healing themself, knowing if they faint they are as good as dead

Does your Medic snap?

“ How many times have i told you to be more careful?! every single time your in my office you’ve brushed death again—“ ( Angry or worried?)

Stitching themself up because they think they have the knowledge to keep themselves healthy too ( knowledge ≠ strength to save themselves )

Second in command/ Right hand ( Could be a sidekick?) Whumpee

A glorified PA juggling all the ‘less important’ tasks or running errands

Never getting the authority / leadership they want over the team

Always picking up everyone else’s slack

Paperwork and all the busywork and never getting the full credit

Sometimes people are too tired to be nice

Snappy, defiant and never backing down

Always trying to one up other team members or get recognition or affirmation because they never seem to get credit

Stuck in Leader’s shadow

The moment Leader is out everyone expects them to know what to do

“ I don’t know— Leader never let me have any say-?”

Loyal beyond fault ( too much so) maybe they let people be dicks just because they’re teammates

Too forgiving

Maybe Leader sticks the blame on them for failed missions

the perfect stoic whumpee 🌟

Leader Whumpee

Exhaustion, overworking, passing out , thugging through sickness — Leaders normally the one who checks in on people, but who checks in on them?

Putting themselves last

Guilt of failed missions, maybe blame from other teammates

Trying to guide the team while injured ( concussions 😌)

Never really being part of the team just there to keep themselves healthy too in check

Breaking under pressure

Survivors guilt

Being replaced

Leader being held hostage because the team would be in shambles without them

Humiliation— make the team stop believing in them

Self sacrifice

“ I’m sorry i know it’s my responsibility…”

Struggling to ask for help because they’re scared the team won’t come to them

Their life revolves around keeping their team safe, too selfless

The team just expecting them to know what to do

Trying to juggle looking after the team with Hero work

Doing all the chores, being expected to do the most and be selfless

Their higher ups see their overworking as a good thing and feed into it

Everyone just always assumes they’re fine because pfftt they’re Leader of course they’re fine!!

Stoic but pathetic ejenkeosos

Sighhh i just adore team whump. I could always go on about this because the amount of possibilities are near endless. Give me complex relationships between characters!! Make your whumpees suffer while no one around them bats an eye, toxic team dynamics suck but the whump around them… Found family but make it hurt comfort!!

[fo-enjoyer]

Imagine breaking your stoic f/o making them a flustered mess. They hardly show their emotions if at all, maybe even coming off a bit rude, but they have a secret weakness to you. The little things you do they find interesting come to their mind now, and again giving them a little smile on their face. Small thing make them short circuit before quickly getting back their composure like accidentally touching their hand, leading against them for support or to look at something, hugging them from behind, accidentally getting in their face as they scrunch their mouth to avoid being tempted to kiss you. They curse themselves when you're not around feeling embarrassed of how they're acting about you. Not able to wrap their head around it, but they still couldn't help it as they helplessly fond over you secretly. Hoping maybe one day to say what they truly think to your face.

[thepenultimateword]

Monster Compendium

CW: Murder scene, some gore

Petra sat as still as stone. Half out of habit, half to avoid unnecessary attention. She’d helped put at least half of the villains present away; the last thing she needed was to cause an uproar before she even completed what she came here for.

"Cillian Morse, aka 'Monstrosity'," the judge said. "Please come to the stand."

The villain rose from the bench of handcuffed, grey-clad criminals, packed side by side like sardines in a can.

The Superpowered Penitentiary and Rehabilitation Center (SPARC) was overstuffed. Because of this, their semiannual parole hearing usually involved slotting as many prisoners as possible into one big day-long hearing. Maybe not the smartest idea when half the criminals present had some of the most dangerous, volatile powers on record, while the other half were too clever to be kept in a regular prison, but that was the city government for you. Impatient. Lazy.

Sure they had a line of guards on every wall, but who would that stop if any of these criminals had skipped suppressor meds?

As Monstrosity settled into his new seat at the head of the room, he swiveled his head around at the crowd. He met Petra's eyes at the back and blinked, tilting his head a little before grinning widely.

Petra didn't even blink.

"Mr. Morse," the judge said, scanning the file in front of him. "It seems you've been a resident at SPARC for three years now."

"You seem correct, sir," Monstrosity said. He tucked his hands under his chin, fixing that wide grin on the judge now.

"Your last 3 hearings deemed you unfit for parole." His finger trailed down the page. "Lack of empathy, uncooperative in therapy, riling other inmates, cheeking the super suppressors you've been prescribed, a downright refusal to make outside goals. I could go on."

Monstrosity waved his hand nonchalantly. "I was immature then. Angry. Lost. In denial. Over the last year, I've made vast improvements, as you'll see in my chart."

He mimed a page-turn.

The judge raised his brows but flipped to the next page in the file. His eyes scanned it from top to bottom.

"You have been successfully medicated for 8 months. Ah, and you passed your sanity test… and reintegration tests.” He narrowed his eyes at the page. “Your goal is to work at an animal shelter?"

"What can I say, I'm an animal guy."

"You've been expressly forbidden from interacting with any biological entities."

Monstrosity tilted his head with all the innocence of a puppy caught chewing shoes again. "Little hard to enforce that. Biological entities are all around us. Birds, grass spiders...heck, your honor, you are a biological entity."

The judge frowned severely. "Do you really want to make a threat right now, Mr. Morse?"

"What? We can't state facts anymore?" Monstrosity raised his locked hands in front of him. "All I'm saying is shelter or not, I will have access, so why bar me from a supervised space? Besides, I assume I'll be on meds still?"

The judge scoffed quietly as he scanned the file again. "It's indefinite how long you'll stay on suppressor meds." He looked up from the page and folded his hands together on the bench. "Tell me, Mr. Morse, do you know why you were sent to SPARC? Have you ever felt any remorse?"

For just an instant Monstrosity looked uncomfortable, but then he swallowed and it was gone, replaced by another smile. "The name sort of says it all. I was a monstrosity. I needed to be taken off the street." He smiled a little wider. Petra thought he might've meant it to look grateful, but to her, he looked like a hyena baring fangs. "But SPARC cured me."

The judge waited for more, perhaps something on that remorse question, but when Monstrosity didn't offer it he continued with the final question.

"Do you believe that you are reformed?"

"1000%," Monstrosity said, raising his right hand oathlike.

The judge gathered the file pages up in his hands, tapping them against the bench until they were even. "Unfortunately, I don't find you genuine."

Monstroisty opened his mouth but the judge continued.

"Eight months of good behavior is not a guarantor of rehabilitation. Make it last a whole year and we'll see at the next hearing. Cillian Morse will remain at SPARC for the next 6 months." He banged his gavel like a seal on the end of his sentence.

Monstrosity's entire expression morphed. Gone was the playful puppy, something toothy and terrible taking its place. "You--"

"Excuse me," Petra interrupted.

The entire room swiveled. A few criminals flinched back, but most started cursing furiously, the bitterness soon rising from loud voices to full out shouts.

The judge banged his gavel repeatedly until the criminals quieted enough that he could at least be heard over them. "Sentencer."

Petra didn't miss the way he looked at her, with little more respect than he looked at these criminals, but with more wariness. After all, she wasn't taking suppressors.

"You were not expected. I hope you have something relevant to add for you to interrupt."

Petra strode up the aisle, past the guards, past the shouting and lunging criminals, right up to the bench. She folded her hands neatly behind her back.

"I have an order from the top to take Cillian Morse into temporary custody."

The judge narrowed his eyes. ''Orders from who?"

“Accolade." Then, in case the director of SIRA (Superhuman Investigation and Response Agency) wasn't enough, "Chief Sanders and the warden also signed off on it." She reached into her pocket for the signed document. "I have proof of the order here if you need it."

The judge read over the page scrutinizingly, taking in all the unpleasantness that Petra had hesitated to voice somewhere so public.

"What makes you think that a villain could be any help in a criminal investigation?" he said finally.

"Body modification is his specialty."

"It seems risky."

"He will be under my supervision throughout the day and he will be returned to SPARC every night," Petra said coolly. "Any exceptions will be signed off directly with the prison."

Petra played along, but they both knew it wasn't in the judge's authority to say no. Yes, he could sentence the prisoners to more or less time in SPARC, but the warden and the prison's directors were the ones who decided if prisoners could be taken off the premises. It was only because today was hearing day that Petra was here instead of standing in front of a cell.

"If he's so important go ahead and take him." The judge extended the order back to her. As she went to take it, he suddenly leaned in close, voice lowered but commanding. "Keep him on his medication."

Petra pulled back without reaction. That wasn't her job. The orderlies at SPARC gave dosages once a day. Her responsibility was just to keep a good eye on the criminal so he would try to slip away.

She nodded curtly in Monstrosity's direction, and the man quickly rose to his feet, trotting after her with a smug smile.

"Bye," he sang to other criminals. "I'll see you all for dinner!"

"Screw you, Monstrosity!" one of the criminals shouted after him.

"Sorrrry, I don’t date criminals!”

That only made the group of villains rowdier, but Petra closed the door on the noise, and soon enough they were descending the steps of the courthouse.

Monstrosity trotted faster to catch up with her stride, cozying up against her shoulder. “Together at last.”

Petra shrugged him off, but the resistance only made Monstrosity bounce back more aggravating. He didn't touch this time, but he lingered close. The tiny sliver of space he left between them like a tease, an insistence he wasn't doing anything, while obviously putting in effort for something.

"Really, I never knew the Sentence had such a crush on me. A hero breaking a villain out of jail? It's so Romeo and Juliet!"

"Not a jailbreak," Petra clarified, pulling out her keys and clicking the bottom button until she heard the locks click on the little tightly parked sedan. "A temporary consultation."

"Riiight," Monstrosity winked. "Oh is this your car? Not exactly what I picture when I hear 'Sentencer'. I kinda thought you would drive around in some sort of Batmobile type vehicle. But nice parking. I love a person who knows how to parallel park."

Petra opened the passenger side door

Monstrosity pouted a little at her non-reaction but slid obediently into the passenger seat.

Petra took a breath before walking around the other side of the car. This was just how Monstrosity was. He’d probably flirt with a brick wall if he thought he could get something out of it. Not that he was one to actually keep up with any of the people he succeeded in wooing. A few of the informants she'd worked with to track him down had called him objectively charming--well, when he didn't have a rat tail or an extra set of arms or any of his other quote-unquote "freakish modifications"--but Petra didn't really see the appeal.

Petra spared the criminal a glance out of the corner of her eye.

Hypothetically, this time when he was on his suppression meds was the chance to see him as wholly human as possible, but he didn’t seem much different from any of the other villains at SPARC. Close clipped hair. Dark circles under the eyes. Baggy gray prison jumpsuit with the prison’s acronym across the back in bright orange and three matching stripes wrapping up each ankle and wrist. He was tall, probably about as tall as her, but he walked with a slump. At the very least, his eyes were something. A sharp pale gray, like frosted steel, piercing into everything he turned them upon.

"So where to?" Monstrosity said.

"Crime scene."

"Yay!"

"Don't be so happy about it; it's not exactly pretty."

"I expect crime scenes rarely are," Monstrosity said, grinning.

Petra started the engine.

“Excuse me, you’re not going to put me in danger by depriving me of a seatbelt, are you?” Monstrosity waved his cuffed hands in the air.

"Your arms work."

"The cuffs dig into my wrists whenever I bend them."

Petra flicked on her turn signal to enter traffic. "Sounds like a personal problem."

"So mean," he said. He twisted halfway around, holding his arms rigid and straight as he grasped for the belt. It took him a few tries, but he did manage to buckle himself. No sooner had the buckle clicked, than he tossed himself melodramatically against the door, the backs of his hands raised to his forehead. "And you call yourself a hero."

"We'll arrive in 10 minutes."

He side-eyed her. "You're not much of a conversationalist."

"Why should I be?"

"Fun? Entertainment? To pass the time?"

"I'm driving to a brutal crime scene with a handcuffed criminal. Does that sound fun to you?"

"It doesn't sound not fun." He slumped in his seat. "Just saying, for someone whose powers are in their voice, I thought you'd use it more."

Petra clenched the steering wheel. "No more talking."

"Seeee, that's what I'm saaaying," Monstrosity mumbled.

Petra ignored the partial taunt in his tone.

To be honest, she wasn't entirely sure why she was doing this. Yes, the scene was...interesting. And Monstrosity had experience both in criminal activity and biological manipulation, but she'd worked hard to get each one of these criminals off the street in the first place. She didn't love taking them back out. Monstrosity had been particularly tough to corner. She'd only set eyes on him a couple of times before her team had managed to pinpoint his location and make a collective attack. The element of surprise had been critical for that success even with all five of them.

Monstrosity had certainly lived up to his name that night.

No, out of all of the criminals Petra had put away, she couldn't take credit for Monstrosity. She never managed to get a proper read of him either. Usually when she investigated a criminal, she--in a way--got to know them. She learned their motives, their background, their character. All she knew about Monstrosity was that he was inhuman. Not only in the grotesque presentation of his powers but in his soul. He might have come off as charming to some, but he held no regard for anyone but himself.

The Welcome to Noville sign blurred as they passed it, and Monstrosity straightened in his seat.

"I thought you said the sight was ten minutes away."

"It is."

"But we're leaving the city."

"Not far."

She abruptly turned off on a dirt road so narrow it could barely count as a proper exit.

Monstrosity braced himself against the door.

"Be gentle with me Tency, I haven't been in a car chase in a while."

"Tency?" she growled.

"Not a lot of good nicknames for The Sentencer." He said "The Sentencer" like an old cartoon narrator announcing the hero.

"I don't do nicknames."

"Wow. You really are no fun, Tency."

Petra was not going to grace that obvious provocation with a response.

The grass grew tall and obscuring the further they traveled down the road, casting shade over the car. The blades reached over and through the rotting split-rail fences of abandoned private property.

She slowed a bit to maneuver around the roots of an enormous tree growing out of the left side of the road. Why anyone would build a road without fully clearing it she didn't know; maybe the tree was property too, preventing its removal as much as the fields prevented the road's expansion.

Monstrosity cricked his neck upward to look up through the windshield.

"Ugh."

"What?"

"Why are a zillion creepy tissue paper ghosts tied up there?"

Petra quickly glanced up into the depth of the trees, catching glimpses of swinging white.

"I only noticed the ribbons." She paused. "Probably just a tradition from one of the landowners."

They curved around the bend in the road and the stone ruins of a building came into view.

"Someone actually owns this place?"

"Trevon Bass and Theo O'Hannon. They're joint owners. Bought the land over two decades ago to use as farmland. And they did, a couple miles out."

Two cars--a police cruiser and a black Volkswagen--were already parked in front of the stone wall, so Petra pulled up beside them.

"But apparently this house here is historical. Meaning the direct area may also have historical value. They didn't want to mess with it, and now only come out occasionally to ensure no one is vandalizing or squatting in it. Bass found the body yesterday."

"Body? Oh, this is interesting."

Petra jerked the gear stick into park. He really was too excited about this.

She got out of the car and walked around to open the passenger side door, eying the neighboring Volkswagen all the way. It was one of the shared agency vehicles. What was another Hero doing here?

"Such a gentleman," Monstrosity said, stretching a little as he slipped out. He closed his eyes against the breeze for a moment and sucked in a deep breath.

"Mm. It's rained recently."

"Unfortunately, yes," Petra said. "Come on, let's see what you make of it."

She slipped sideways through a gap between the crumbling walls, avoiding looking to her left as she came into the "inside" of the building. As she entered, the two men at the center of the ruins looked at her--one short, mustached, and in a suit and the other in sweats and muscle shirt with the caption "Athletics Check" over a 20-sided dice, piles of long blond hair cascading out of his half ponytail and down his back.

"Detective Valero. Prophet." She acknowledged the blond with a short nod.

“Heeey, Sentencer!” Prophet beamed, clapping an arm around her shoulders and shaking her playfully. "Accolade told me you'd be slinking around the scene at some point today, but I thought by this point we'd missed you!"

Petra grimaced but before she could speak, Monstrosity bumped against her back.

Prophet leaned around her. "Is that--"

"Oh, it's future boy!" Monstrosity pointed.

"Er...it's Prophet."

"Right, right, right, visions and predicting stuff and all that. Isn't your deal predicting bad things before they happen? How is that going to work for you when you're here post-crime?

Prophet turned his gaze back to Petra. "What's he doing here?"

"Orders from Accolade. He's consulting."

"Why?"

"Because this wasn't a regular murder."

"Well, yeah that's why they call us. That doesn't mean--"

"Prophet," she interrupted, voice cold. "You follow your orders and I'll follow mine. Is that clear?"

He flinched. For a moment, she could see the thoughts running through his eyes, deciding whether her words held power or were merely convincing.

"Right," he finally said and stepped back a couple paces. “Um…I've been trying to read the scene, for an hour now. But, uh, the future keeps looping in on itself. I just keep seeing…”

He motioned to the Petra’s left and she finally allowed herself to turn fully toward it. It had been worse last night before all the pieces had been collected, but once again she was taken aback by the sheer breadth of the gore.

Nearly the entire wall was stained with a rusty splatter that extended onto the edge of the adjacent wall and the undersides of the dewy grass blades growing at the base.

Monstrosity stepped forward, cocking his head a little. “This blood spray is massive. What? Did your victim explode?”

Petra shot him a look. “Yes.”

[mangodonutss]

framed villain

[whump-man]

Whumpee humming the tune Caretaker used to sing to them. Maybe it's comfort, maybe they are just doing their best to remember when things were ok. To not lose themselves in the pain.

[quoteart39]

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Greetings, Villainous Kitty

I've come with an absurd writing request.

How about a hero (who used to be very idealistic) who violently murders the people who supposedly killed their lover, the villain (you said you didn't get enough characters going feral and murdering ppl n stuff so here we are)

Except the catch is, the hero discovers the villain is alive. You choose how they react.

No pressure at all and definitely no rush. I hope this wasn't too unoriginal, and it's completely fine if you don't want to write it. . .

Also you're very very talented and your writing slayssss 💙💙

In all honesty, the hero didn’t know they were this good with swords.

Usually, they didn’t use equipment for close combat and especially not those which were made to cut and tear. Protection was supposed to be their top priority. A commandment they obeyed like none other. After all, training had designed them this way: to protect.

“If you do this,” the superhero said, “you’ll never forgive yourself.”

Their heavy breathing broke their voice in many places. As well as the blood in their throat and the pain brewing in their shattered leg. But the hero had little sympathy, had little compassion to spare. Within hours, their entire world had been destroyed. Now they knew that they could destroy entire worlds within merely seconds.

“That’s what you want? Play god? Kill whatever you want?” The hero hadn’t realised, had never really recognised it but tears were running down their face, together with all their emotions.

“Jealous?” the hero asked. They weren’t ashamed of the tears, weren’t ashamed of the suffering and the sins they were committing. They had nothing to lose and they only killed those who deserved it. They felt like this was the first time in years in which they brought justice to the city.

“I remember when you were a child,” the superhero said. They smiled softly as they held a nasty wound on their side. “So scared but so bright. You always asked if you could give the rest of your food to the guard dogs.”

Yes, they supposed that had happened.

“I never had a kid. To have you was enough.” Ashamed, the hero realised that they’d let their guard down. So, they pressed their blade into one of the superhero’s wounds and watched as their superior twisted in pain, screaming when the hero turned the sword a bit.

“And look at us now,” the hero said. “Look at what you did.”

And the superhero did. They looked at the building the hero had wrecked, the wires hanging from the ceiling and the destroyed furniture. At the dead guards and the glass. A calamity.

“You killed them. You killed the villain,” the hero said as they pulled the sword out of the superhero’s body. “You slaughtered them like an animal.”

“It had to be done—” the superhero wheezed in response. They took in greedy gasps of air but it wasn’t enough. Blood was in their lungs and they would die soon.

“I loved them.”

“And I loved you. I loved you like my own child.” The superhero stretched out their arm, probably so they could touch them. But the hero just looked at them, two lines of tears drawing into the dirt on their cheeks. “I couldn’t let them destroy you.”

For a long time, the hero watched them. How they fought for air and how they tried so desperately to survive their injury. But then, they made up their mind.

“Forgive me, then,” the hero said.

“I always will,” echoed the answer and that was all the hero needed. With a horrible crunch were they able to put the blade through their mentor’s chest as tears dropped down onto their hands. There were little noises of protest but soon enough, they died when the blood came.

They sat there for minutes, watching the lifeless body of the superhero being completely motionless, unresponsive. And the hero cried, couldn’t do anything but cry into their own hands.

They were a failure. Doomed to shatter. They couldn’t believe how many people they had killed and how many of those were close to them. What had they become? What was wrong with them?

After half an hour, they could barely move. Their whole body was shaking and they were too tired to use their muscles. They just sat there, watching the cold body.

But, then.

“My love.” The hero turned around, thinking this was a cruel trick. “Do you want me to take you home?”

They weren’t quite sure if the hand on their shoulder was real. They didn’t know if they only imagined their lover.

[veryvaughnny]

I wasn't supposed to tell you this but your f/o was telling me about their plans to marry you.

[scrawnytreedemon]

Saw another comment somewhere regarding their own teenage disappointment upon finding that the rest of Zant's features didn't live up to his lips, and that gave me the motivation to draw something that's been on my mind for years:

What if they did?

[Further Rambling Beneath Cut]

This is... throwing me for a loop, lmao. Now granted, Hyrule Warriors did wonders in beautifying this (not-so-)little freak, but man. I prefer how he looks already, and if anything play up the non-conventional angle. It's been wild purposefully aiming for a conventionally attractive face again, something I haven't done in years. I usually try to throw in other details to shake it up a bit.

He'd need more of an outfit change(perhaps some free-flowing locks) before he could reach Full Sexy™, so I guess there's that to play with.

God, this is cursed.

[quipshub]

[deathnguts]

Biblically accurate Kurogiri interaction

[rou-luxe]

I usually don't like shy MCs, I love badass MCs. that's a reason why I love William's Kate so much.

but if someone writes some cute headcanons of shy MC with the ikevil LIs I need to see toothrotting wholesome interaction right now 🥺🥺

[lyvy]

Master Plan

The birds flew over the massive terrains stretching from Alexandria to Rome with the sun beaming on earth all hours of the day. The sky was cloudless-and the winds blew soft blows which ruffles out my hair a bit.

•

'Are you sure that this Is this a good idea?'a voice from behind asked.

[Hero] comes out oh the shade.

Her golden honey eyes seemed to blend with the sunlight piercing what seemed like half of her face. 'I hope so’. I replied with the intent that would shut her up.

We stood in silence that seemed to go on for hours on end even though it has only been a few minutes.

'We have to stick with the plan,or else our dreams will be crushed into oblivion'I added.Her brows furrowed creating creases to her forehead, the hero was solemn like this-she usually the stoic one out of the two of us.’Yeah,but we still have to think about ourselves when saving the others!’ ‘Wow, for a hero you don't all the heroic at all'I slurred

'You really don't understand me whatsoever even though he have known for decades!' She raised her voice at me.’correction,we’ve known eachother as enemies not friends.’I continued looking unamused and went on with my explanation. 'Saving our people is first on our list. Not us.’’ There must be another way!this is way too dangerous not only to us but to both of our organisation’.The hero reasoned-she threw her hand high up in the sky, indicating her anger to even try my master plan.

Yup!I was the one who came up with the idea.Amazing isn't it?though when left the villain world not too long ago, my smarts have decreased alot.But hey!A bad plan is better than no plans at all.

[selfmadescientist-moved]

S/I: Mew! :3

F/O: ...

F/O: ...

F/O: I told you we needed more glitter.