#the villain won

[fitzs-trained-monkey]

Students of The Juilliard School proudly present an enthralling mystery:

Knife of you to Drop By

Starring:

Billy Loomis as Director and Lead Actor

"Mind your own damn business."

Lillian Taylor as Leading Lady

"I knew it! I knew you were rotten to the core... No! No, don't you touch me!"

Candice "Candy" Andrea Bynum as Screenwriter and Supporting Actress

"You wanna play murder? Let's play murder. I'll go first."

Music and Sounds by Christopher Sawyer

"I get the feeling the spotlight ain't on me... What a relief!"

And Cinematography By Asher Longwood

"I didn't sign up for this shit!"

Also Starring...

Sidney Prescott's fucking ghost

And The Spirit of Stu Macher

The scene was awful familiar.

A fountain.

Five friends.

Two girls. Three boys.

And lunch.

Billy loved a good cinematic parallel.

“Nah, dude. Killers love that shit - serial killers especially,” Candy said. “Worming their way into their victims life, messin’ with their head as they slowly rip away anything that gave or will give their life meaning. Psychos love all that. They get off on it… Come to think of it, I can see how it’d be entertaining…” She paused to carefully inspect one of her potato chips. It looked a little suspicious but she shrugged and ate it anyway.

Met only with silence and blank stares she frowned. “What?”

Billy shook his head. He had to, otherwise he was gonna start laughing. “And on that disturbing note… anyone want this pizza? I think I lost my appetite.”

Lillian scoffed, pushing his hand and offer of food away. “Thought you were the horror buff.”

“Yeah! Weak stomach there, Loomis?” Chris laughed, reaching across Candy to take the pizza from him. What an entitled prick. “Thought you loved serial killers and shit.”

“I did.” He shrugged. “But, ya’ see… I knew one. Spree killer, technically, but they're kinda like a flamingo… fun until ya’ meet one in person.” He picked up Bates and scratched the mutt behind his ears. It was subtle, but the comfort dog thing was really working for him. “E-especially when you knew ‘em beforehand, ya know? One day, everything's fine… next, your girlfriend's dad is cutting her eyes outta’ her head while she's still screaming.”

“Now you're just making shit up,” Sydney said with a huff. He could feel bloody spit hitting the back of his head. Why couldn't the bitch just stay dead? “That was completely unnecessary. You're not even trying to hide anymore, are you?”

He ignored her, like always.

And sure, maybe he didn't need to be so morbid, but Sawyer ate his fucking pizza. Stu would understand if he were here. Stu would have offered to snuff the kid for him.

“He's not here, fucker.” He could feel the blood dripping down her chin, right next to his face. His fingers twitched as he fought the urge to wipe his cheek, despite knowing there would be nothing there.

“Didn't see that in the movie…” Lillian mumbled, drawing his attention back.

“No shit, Sherlock. It's insensitive,” Candy said.

Billy smirked. “The whole fuckin’ movie was insensitive.” Sydney growled.

“Made a lot of money though,” Chris pointed out.

In his lap, Bates rolled over and Billy gave the needy hound a belly rub. “Well, I got a dog out of it. So who really won, huh?”

“This is all so fucked up…” Asher finally spoke up. Pansy ass bleeding heart. “Our peers are dying. Any one of us could be next.”

The only sound was Candy's bag of chips crumpling. And Sydney’s choked breathing. But she always sounded like that, so it was practically silent.

“My vote’s on Lillian.” The blonde next to him said after a moment. “Big boobs’ll get ya’ killed every time.”

Lillian gasped in protest and Asher just looked affronted, as if Candy had insulted his mother. “How can you say that?”

“It's… a joke?”

“It's not funny!” Asher insisted. “What if someone said that about you, huh?”

Candy just raised a brow. “If someone said I had big boobs, I'd question their sanity.”

Billy’s eyes flicked between them and he wondered how long it would be before Asher’s face was the color of the pepperoni he could have been eating if not for a certain pig.

“N-no! I meant about being next!” He sputtered.

Candy just waved her hand. “Nah… I'm immune. Too much money, too little ass. Billy can't die because he's the final girl. Chris…” She hummed, eyes narrowing. “Not sure about you, and honestly… Ash, you should already be dead, buddy. Not sure how you've made it this far…”

Ashton’s attempt at a scowl turned into a full-on quivering lip. He stood, gathered his things, and popped his hip out to the side like a true faggot. “Desensitized infidel!”

He turned on his heel and stomped off. What a pussy.

“And a happy new year!” Candy called after him.

“It's fuckin’ October,” Chris deadpanned.

“Happy Halloween just seemed a little insensitive, all things considered,” She glanced at Billy pointedly and he shrugged.

“I'm gonna be Ghostface for Halloween. Don't bother with the sentimental shit.”

Chris grimaced. “Dude… tact?”

“Didn't save me the first time around.” He hid a smirk by taking a bite from his apple. “Besides, it's been four years. I'm over it.”

“No you're not!” Sydney snapped.

Lillian snorted. “I can't tell if you're hilarious or batshit insane.”

Candy was studying him. He could feel her eyes on him like needles. “Certifiable,” She said.

He just rolled his eyes.

“What are you gonna be for Halloween, Cand?” Lillian asked.

“Skinwalker,” She answered.

“Got the complexion for it,” Chris agreed.

Billy smirked. “And the grotesquely elongated frame.”

“Thanks, Ratface,” She said with a pleasant smile.

Sydney spat blood at the back of his neck and he jumped to wipe it off. Disgusting whore. Candy frowned.

“Dude…”

He checked his hand. Nothing.

“Sorry, I thought I felt a fly,” He mumbled. Sydney just laughed. She had more power over him than he liked.

Why couldn't Stu come back?

A/N: This fic is written from Billy's point of view and I, as the writer and @hewwosidney as co-writer do not in any way support the character's homophobic views - internalized or otherwise.

[diushek]

Shen Yuan is a young demon prince from a rather unimportant kingdom; actually, his kingdom and his race of humanoid demon-snakes are actually so unimportant and unimpressive that not even Emperor Luo Binghe had been interested in getting the lands, or control of the kingdom... Or any of the princes! Of course they are loyal to the Emperor and serve under him, but... Luo Binghe hadn't tried anything!! Not even once!!!

Not that Shen Yuan is offended, though, the Emperor's HUGE harem is a crazy thing... He doesn't really want to be there nor anything like that. But it can't be a little hurt in his pride that the kingdom he grew up in and adores is so uninteresting to someone like the Emperor.

However, the final straw comes when Luo Binghe marries an Eastern Bird Demon Princess. Yes, she may be pretty as a painted doll, but the Eastern Bird Demons have shitty behavior! They are less interesting than Demon Snakes, much more flattering and fragile, conflictive and above all hypocritical! They don't even have their own venom or are capable of hunting their own prey!! They were just tasteless birds with huge tits and wings that shouldn't allow them to fly because of their anatomical inaccuracy!

"If you're so upset with Junshang's marriage decisions, why don't you marry him?" his younger sister says one day, fed up with Shen Yuan's ramblings. And Shen Yuan thinks, well, it's not a bad idea. Even if his sister didn't mean it at all...

But Shen Yuan KNOWS that he really needs to get the Emperor's attention before he just walks up and says "we have to get married, Junshang, because I find it disrespectful for you to marry with all the boring demons in the realms except my type. Which just happens to be me and not my older brothers or younger sister. I'm the only one willing to fix this."

... No, he would be dead before he even said Junshang correctly. So Shen Yuan must... Conquer the Emperor's heart!

Well, considering the huge harem, it's not a difficult task apparently. He will only have to pay for some rumors and stories of how some wives got to that place, prepare lots of court gifts and organize a big engagement party. After all Shen Yuan is very persistent and, above all, patient. He will obtain the Emperor's hand in marriage, and prove that his kingdom is not some insignificant little thing that can't even get the Emperor's attention!!

...

And one day, Luo Binghe starts to be attacked with stranges gifts.

They arrive at his office by confused royal assistants. And those gifts are the rarest and most expensive ones: swords made of crystal bone of an abyssal creature of the rarest kind, flowers with letters which explain all the effects on the cultivation of mixed-blood creatures, venom from a mythical beast thought to be extinct that can be consumed and used as a spice in recipes (which was accompanied by long letters containing strange cooking recipes that Luo Binghe had never heard of, and a more personal letter claiming that it would keep the Emperor entertained, since his mysterious penpal had heard that he enjoyed cooking).

The gifts keep coming, but they get stranger and stranger each time.

Crowns and hair jewelry of reverse reef corals, hairbrushes of mythical blue jade? Handmade perfume floral and exquisite that gave him peace just by smelling it? The essence of a flower that a single drop mixed with dry powder would work as the longest lasting eye paint?

Even silver scales of some demon presented with rubies and diamonds in the embroidery of a... wedding robe??? Exactly being the emperor's measurements????

Someone is... courting Luo Binghe? With useful and exquisite gifts, letters full of excessive details of someone erudite and chaotic, all with that strange air of mystery and power behind it? The servants who leave the gifts are mysterious, pale-featured and somewhat serpentine; Luo Binghe finds it strange to think that this kingdom is behind all this. Why would they do this if after of all, is the kingdom from which his cousin comes? Why would a kingdom that Luo Binghe is already a blood ally with want to deepen an alliance?

But that doesn't take away the absolute surprise that Luo Binghe feels with every gift, the way that every day he wait for something, even if it is a detail, a flower, a letter, anything. Luo Binghe, the Emperor of the Three Realms... is being courted for the first time.

He had courted all of his wives effortlessly some and with ease others. They had, of course, exchanged gifts with him in addition to the pleasures of their company… but none had even attempted to return the courtship. Luo Binghe had never considered it an offense, of course; before being an Emperor, he was a nobody. Now that he was an Emperor, he was just taking from the world what was his.

Being courted was not something Luo Binghe had given much thought to. Now, however, he is being courted by some anonymous suitor seeking his attention, and Luo Binghe doesn't understand why or how the hell he no longer has his future spouse at his desk, probably leaning on it, so Luo Binghe can lavish his attentions to thanks for every detail.

If it was his turn to be the sweet maiden who is courted and pays with his body and attentions, at that moment, even if he doesn't know who the hell his suitor is, Luo Binghe is definitely very interested.

[poobirdy]

bingqiu boxing au feat. boxer binghe and manager shen yuan, as requested by @/rev_6_4 for svsssaction!

[horsegirlwarcrimes]

for your drabble prompts... can we get one of shen qingqiu explaining modern appliances to binghe?

"Shizun," Luo Binghe whined, shaking his arm. "What do you mean you've never cooked rice before?"

Shen Qingqiu flushed, leaning away from Luo Binghe and hiding his face behind his fan. "Is it really so shocking to Binghe?"

"I didn't even think that was possible," Luo Binghe said. He stared at Shen Qingqiu like he was some sort of alien anomaly. Which, in his defense...

"Where this master grew up, there was a... spiritual device that allowed you to cook rice very quickly," Shen Qingqiu muttered, bringing his fan up higher. "This master never learned any other way to make it."

Luo Binghe's eyes brightened, curiosity breaking through his shocked dismay. "Oh? What kind of spiritual device."

"Well..." Shen Qingqiu stuck his fan under his arm to make a gesture with bith hands, circling them in the air. "It was like a pot, about this big, that was enchanted to produce heat at just the right temperature and time to cook the rice. It was also enchanted to be, ah, that is to say, so that nothing would stick to the pot's surface easily. So then you would just rinse the rice, put it in with enough water, and after half an hour or so it was done. Oh, and it played a little song when it was finished..."

He got lost in his recollection of his beloved rice cooker and missed the expression of intense interest in his husband's bright eyes.

A few weeks later, when Luo Binghe excitedly presented him with an enchanted stone pot that sang like a flute while it cooked rice, Shen Qingqiu could only applaud his husband very earnestly.

"Binghe," he said, tugging on Luo Binghe's sleeve, "This master needs to tell you about another enchanted artefact from his home town. It's called a dishwasher—"

[orengejoshi]

Paperhatober Day 19: Glasses🔍

he's SPEECHLESS he's never seen such beauty.

[starry-bi-sky]

i have been unmedicated for the entirety of spring break and thus have had little interest in writing this down, but i have been thinking about this for the entire week (as well as a dpdc clone danny au that resulted in it becoming its entirely separate batman au that includes a teenage vigilante bruce wayne, an ocarina, and me entirely incapable of making a batman au without making bruce dirt poor but we're not talking about that) and so i've finally went 'fuck it' and forcibly grabbed my laptop. I will get this done in one sitting even if it kills me.

BUT. This is about neither clone^2 danny nor about who i am calling Ocarina Batman. This is about my Danyal Al Ghul Au and more SPECIFICALLY it's me thinking about his relationship with Sam and Tucker specifically.

Tucker and Sam? Adore this asshole (affectionate) with every fiber of their being. And it is very much a reciprocated feeling, but Danny's thoughts will not be delved into much other than he would kill for them.

Tucker? The only person currently capable of getting a deep, loud, belly laugh out of Danny. Sam can get him to smile and to laugh, but it's the kind that's a chuckle-under-the-breath. The quiet, looks-down-while-huffing laughter. Snorts once with laughter and then grins stupidly.

But Tucker? Tucker can crack a slew of stupid jokes and Danny will be incapacitated for the next five minutes because he's laughing so hard that he can't breath. He lands one well-timed pun or quip and Danny will be close to tears. His laughter is their favorite sound in the whole world.

Sam is lowkey jealous of this ability, and she's gotten a belly laugh out of Danny a few times. But alas, it is Tucker who wields this power and has gotten it the most times out of the two of them.

-

They're also both physically affectionate with Danny as much as possible. It started roughly around when they were 12-ish, a year since they befriended Danny, and they noticed that he sought after touch but never seemed to initiate (and was in some ways repulsed by it). They started slowly being more touchy with him. Hooking a finger around his to lead him somewhere, tapping his wrist, looping arms. Little touches, grabs, etc, to get him used to it, and once he started doing it back they started increasing it.

It's gotten to a point where he will now just. Lay on them. Like a lizard sunbathing on a rock. Leaning on their backs when they're sitting in class before the bell rings, his chin on their heads. He'll talk about anything with his arms looped around their shoulders.

If they're sitting on a couch at either of their houses, he'll lay his legs on theirs. Him and Tucker will press their feet against the other's and try and push against them (newsflash: Danny always wins, Tucker claims its the ghost strength but Danny's been winning since before his accident)

-

Naturally, both Sam and Tucker know where Danny keeps his weapons on his person, and are allowed to grab them off of him if they need it. His only requirement is that they don't lose his weapons if they take it and forget to return it immediately.

They both understand how big of a thing this is from Danny, and so they do their best to treat his weapons with a lot of respect and care because they know its his way of saying he trusts them.

-

Sam and Tucker are so fond of Danny it's insane. Like fr. That's their goddamn best friend, and they are so protective of him. Emotionally, physically, you name it. They will tear the head off a grown man if they need to, Danny's had scars since he arrived in Amity Park and Sam and Tucker both are going to find the person who put them there and make them pay for it.

One time, Tucker overheard a bunch of upperclass girls speaking nastily about Danny and about the rumors surrounding him, calling him names like 'freak', 'monster', etc. Danny was with him and heard it, and seemingly appeared unbothered by it, even telling Tucker that he was used to such rumors.

Tucker was so furious that hacked into the school system later that night and tanked those girls grades. They were kicked out of their clubs and had to go to mandatory tutoring for the rest of the year. He made sure to leave some way of letting them know it was him who did it.

And Sam doesn't like using her money for things, doesn't like abusing that wealth. So instead, whenever her parents talk bad about Danny, she causes a media incident that has her parents scrambling to deal with. She does something wild, outrageous by her parents' standards.

She heard some boys on the basketball team making fun of Danny once, similar to those girls had. She kicks up a fuss about something eco-unfriendly at school and forcibly holds a protest on the same day of the big home basketball game, forcing them to cancel the event and reschedule to a visiting school.

She anonymously donates money so that there's new uniforms for the team but oops! Looks like she "forgot" to donate enough money for them to get uniforms for all the team members, and strangely enough those boys in particular didn't get them! Looks like they'll have to wait until more money gets donated for the basketball team to get their new, nice uniforms. The old ones look so ratty in comparison, right?

And since the football team gets most of the sport money, that might just take awhile. And if (and when) they kick up a fuss? oops! Off the basketball team you go, :) such unsportsman-like behavior is unfit for the team.

(The only good thing about how corrupt the school system is is that she can use it to her advantage too.)

The both of them know that Danny suspects them for the sudden misfortune falling on these people, but he doesn't call them out on it. He's kinder than he used to be, but not kind enough to vouch for people who speak badly of him. Sometimes, he might just congratulate them on not getting caught.

Because Danny is their wonderful, hurt friend with a "slightly" Blue and Orange Moral code, and enough scars that people have been calling him a criminal (and worse) since he arrived in Amity Park when he was ten. And they'll be damned if he gets hurt anymore.

[catkindness]

something something merch things

[bakudekublogblog]

y'all i know kacchan dying like that must have been traumatizing for the bkdk shippers, but like.... he also died in the gayest way humanly possible.... like i can't even imagine going through that bc on one hand it's like my special boy is dead, but on the other he was so love interest coded, shiggy killed him specifically bc of izuku's intense feelings about him, the fucking yearning for izuku as he died, and then the reveal he carries the little all might card he got with izuku around with him like. i cannot stress enough just how gay his death was. like i just know the shippers had to be a little conflicted

[straw-eri-chan]

Here’s the promised next part of the TimKon clone baby AU!! The title I’ve given it is “I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always,” or ILYF! It’s a children’s book I adore and thought matched with this storyline! And I’ll post the other options too, don’t worry. The commenting of sad faces got me.

“You want me to what now?” Barbra the Oracle Gordon asked, and just her gaze already made Kon feel smaller.

“Do a DNA test on a possibly alien baby that came from a tube in a lab?” Kon repeated, a sheepish grin on his face. He held out tube-baby, lion king style, hoping his adorableness would win her over. The tired sigh he got in return seemed promising.

“You think…he’s yours?” She seemed unsure, and gently pulled his baby into her arms. Despite her secure hold, Kon had the irrational urge to snarl. “He looks more like Tim to me.”

“I was thinking more along the lines of…both of us.” Kon chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. He instinctively reached his TTK out to wrap around tube-baby and keep him safe. Barbara raised an eyebrow and held him up, seemingly comparing the two, then hummed thoughtfully.

“Alright. I’ll DNA test him. I’m guessing you didn’t find any information on him at this lab?” She asked, handing him back. Immediately, he felt better, nuzzling the soft tuft of hair on the baby’s head.

“You know who we’re talking about here, right?”

She laughed and nodded, before wheeling back over to her fancy computer and typing faster than even Tim. It was almost satisfying to watch. “I’ll hack into his files to see what I can find. In the meantime, what’s his name?”

Oh. Right.

[mariocki]

RIP Christopher Benjamin (27.12.1934 - 15.1.2025)

"That was another reason, in a way, that I decided to give [stage acting] up, because I was getting a bit - a bit dicey with the lines. People sort of wrote down, quite often, the things I said... instead of the things I should have said. They were known as my bloopers: 'Benjamin bloopers'. Some of my inventions were very good, I must admit. My feeling was, if I dried, I had to say something - and so that something was something that amused the rest of the cast considerably, quite often."

[the-broken-pen]

Hey can you do one about a villain with teleporting powers

The hero woke up gasping, scrambling upright in bed as the back of their neck tingled in warning. Their eyes darted around the room, blurry, before settling on the far wall.

The villain watched them, idle and unimpressed.

The hero’s lungs, traitorously, forgot how to breathe. They wheezed slightly, one hand clenching onto the blanket, the other sliding underneath the pillow for their knife, where–

The villain hummed, and the hero’s attention snapped back to them at the same time they managed to draw in a painful, terror-addled breath. The villain’s gaze was unnerving as they flipped a knife over their knuckles.

The hero’s knife.

“You,” the hero managed, but they couldn’t think of anything to say, and they were so tired and their pulse was jackrabbiting in their ears.

The villain seemed to know this.

“I warned you,” they said. They didn’t even sound mean about it. Just a gentle reminder–hey, don’t forget to check the mail, hey, it’s your mom’s birthday, hey, can you feed the dog?

‘If you keep interfering, I will hunt you to the ends of the Earth and make you stop. There is nowhere I will not find you. Do you hear me? You cannot run from me, so don’t make me chase you.’

The hero swallowed.

“I didn’t think you would actually do it.”

The villain nodded like they had expected this. “You’ve learned from your mistakes, though, yeah?”

The hero knew the right answer. They knew that the proper response would be to slide off the bed onto their knees, to swear in every language they knew that they wouldn’t do it again. That the villain would be the only one allowed to splash blood onto the streets of their city, and the hero would choke on the pain of doing nothing and stay silent in it.

“You knew I wasn’t going to listen to you,” the hero said, and it was accusatory. The villain shifted slightly. “You had to have known I wouldn’t stop just because you threatened me.”

The villain shrugged one shoulder. 

“Of course I did. If you were the type of person who would have stopped, I would have killed you instead of giving you a warning.”

The hero’s grip tightened on the blanket. “That doesn’t make sense. If I was going to stop then why kill me–”

“I don’t believe in weakness,” the villain interrupted. Their gaze was searching and heavy on the hero’s face, knife still spinning over their knuckles. “Which is why you’re alive, because you have never been weak.”

The hero’s jaw tensed.

“You wanted this.”

The hint of a smile pulled at the villain’s mouth.

“Of course I did. You think I didn’t know you would try and run? You think I didn’t know exactly how you would react the moment I threatened anyone in that cursed city?”

“So you weren’t actually going to kill anyone?”

“Oh, no,” the villain corrected. “Of course I was going to. They don’t matter to me.”

The hero’s stomach turned. 

“Those are people–”

“They’re a drop in an ocean of humanity. You know better than to think I would care about something so trivial,” the villain said.

“They’re not trivial–”

The villain sighed, harsh in the darkness of the room.

“I bore of this. Get dressed. We’re leaving.”

The hero jolted back.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.”

The villain sighed again, as if they were dealing with an unruly child and getting a headache for their efforts. It sent the hero bristling like an angry cat.

“There’s nowhere you can go that I can’t find you. You know that, right? There is no end of the line for this. You can drive until you run out of gasoline, until your feet bleed, and you drain your accounts of money. And I will follow, and I will leave every person who helped you nothing more than a stain on the ground, until you decide the trail of bodies isn’t worth avoiding me. Is that really something you want?”

The hero set their jaw, rising to their feet. 

“You won’t find me,” they swore. And the villain–

The villain laughed.

“I know your face. Of course I can find you.”

The hero was missing something, and the lack of knowledge felt like a sword over their head. 

“I don’t–”

“There’s no way you would have known,” the villain said gently, like they knew how much it bothered the hero that they were missing something that was apparently vital. 

They probably did know.

The hero glared.

The villain looked on the verge of another laugh.

“Once I’ve seen a face, I can find a person anywhere in the world. No matter how far. That’s all I need. You could go to the other side of the planet, and I could teleport to you without a second thought.”

The hero gaped.

“Any face?”

The villain paused. “Yes.”

The hero’s throat went abruptly dry.

Any face–

“You could do so much good,” the hero said, and their voice broke slightly. “Do you know how many people you could save? Natural disasters and missing persons cases and–”

“You misunderstand me.”

“You could–”

“I don’t want to do good.”

The hero stopped.

“You don’t want to do good,” they said flatly.

“I am not a good person,” the villain said. “I don’t want to do good. I want power, and I want to do as I please, and I want you.”

The hero was going to be sick on the wooden flooring. They were barefoot, and weaponless, and that fear still ran up their spine.

“I am a person. You cannot have a person.”

“You are a glorious, powerful being,” the villain countered.

“That doesn’t make me less of a person.”

“No,” the villain agreed. “But it does make you something other than trivial. How could I do anything other than want to have that?”

The hero backed up a step.

“You can’t have me.”

The villain matched them, silent even as they stepped forward.

“You plan to run?”

They sounded amused.

The hero supposed that was better than anger.

“Stay over there,” the hero said shakily. The villain obliged, settling their hands into their pockets. Like this was a means to an end. They had flipped to the back of the book and read the ending, and were watching the hero catch up to the scenes they had already seen played out. The villain’s eyes burned into them.

And abruptly, skin going cold, the hero realized there truly wasn’t a way out of this for them.

The villain would never let them be. They could run, like the villain said, and the villain could kill every person who so much as looked their way. They could hide, and stumble through cities and down alleys and the villain would always be around the corner. 

They had little doubt that every other person in this shitty motel was already dead. 

The villain grinned like they could read every thought as it crossed the hero’s face.

“Where will you go,” the villain said. They stepped forward until they were close enough to touch. 

It wasn’t really the sort of question that wanted an answer.

“Everyone else in this building is dead, aren’t they?”

The villain cocked their head, as if to say, Come now, you know the answer to that.

The hero didn’t think they would ever be able to draw a full breath again.

“Where,” the villain said, soft like a secret. “Will you go, little hero?”

It felt like dying. It felt like reaching out to help someone a second too late. A second too slow to catch the building as it fell. The wrong side of a fire before it blew up.

“With you,” they whispered, and the villain smiled wider.

“What was that?”

“You heard me,” the hero snapped, and thrust their hand out. The villain took it without hesitation.

They tugged the hero into them, leaning to slot their mouth next to the hero’s ear. The hair on the back of the hero’s neck stood up.

“You could do so much bad,” the villain whispered, and the hero ground their teeth hard enough to hurt.

Anger flared bright enough to drain every ounce of fear from their body. Because this was the worst case scenario, wasn’t it? What could be lost.

“Every step you make, every blow you deal and fire you start, I’ll be there. And I'll stop you. Again, and again, and again. You want me?” The hero bared their teeth. “Then have me.”

The villain tugged them closer, and laughed.

“I look forward to it,” the villain replied, and then darkness swallowed the both of them whole.

A week later, a team of agents entered the motel to find it coated in blood and the smell of death.

A month later, everyone knew there was a fight of immovable power and unstoppable force shattering its way across the world. 

A year later, the victor panted through a bloody grin, bruised and crackling with vicious unleashed power, and laughed. Because truly, the ending had been on the horizon since the moment the two of them had first met.

[dudhsd]

You know what justice is? What peace is? Shigaraki and Dabi (and Twice ofc, and maybe Toga) living, and Endeavor and Hawks being dead. That would’ve been way better.

I call bullshit.

[sonics-atelier]

Drive To Survive, they could never make me like you.

[sebastbeeanvettel]

newey at aston.....i need fernando to go absolutely feral

[haletostilinski]

Best Teen Wolf Character: TOP 10

Hey all! To round out the best teen wolf character tournament, I'm going to give the rankings of how every character placed of the 64 characters included in this competition. How I'm ranking them is going by the rounds. So the characters that didn't make it past the first round are the lowest, then second, third round etc - within each round, they're ranked by how many or few votes they got.

So if a character made it past the first round, I'll put their total votes just to see how many they got throughout the whole competition, and just for those who might be curious - but total votes don't have any bearing on their placements. So one character might have gotten a lot one round and very few the next round, but have more total votes than the character ranked above them because that character got more votes the second round.

I know this ranking isn't full proof, but I'm just doing this for fun, so again let's not take it too seriously. This way just made the most sense for how each character should be ranked. Also I will highlight a character's vote count red to indicate that it was eliminated that round.

So, without further ado, the rankings! Part 4 😁 (Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)

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10. Jackson Whittemore - 293 votes

(Round 1: 539 votes | Round 2: 353 votes | Round 3: 293 votes | Total Votes: 1,185)

9. Isaac Lahey - 311 votes

(Round 1: 627 votes | Round 2: 487 votes | Round 3: 311 votes | Total Votes: 1,425)

8. Danny Mahealani - 28 votes

(Round 1: 590 votes | Round 2: 463 votes | Round 3: 312 votes | Round 4: 28 votes | Total Votes: 1,393)

7. Lydia Martin - 81 votes

(Round 1: 680 votes | Round 2: 753 votes | Round 3: 517 votes | Round 4: 81 votes | Total Votes: 2,031)

6. Allison Argent - 147 votes

(Round 1: 550 votes | Round 2: 409 votes | Round 3: 392 votes | Round 4: 147 votes | Total Votes: 1,498)

5. Peter Hale - 388 votes

(Round 1: 723 votes | Round 2: 476 votes | Round 3: 453 votes | Round 4: 388 votes | Total Votes: 2,040)

4. Sheriff Stilinski - 57 votes

(Round 1: 650 votes | Round 2: 681 votes | Round 3: 641 votes | Round 4: 361 votes | Round 5: 57 votes | Total Votes: 2,390)

🥉3. The Nogitsune - 246 votes

(Round 1: 1,028 votes | Round 2: 454 votes | Round 3: 439 votes | Round 4: 404 votes | Round 5: 246 votes | Total Votes: 2,571)

🥈2. Derek Hale - 412 votes

(Round 1: 874 votes | Round 2: 655 votes | Round 3: 468 votes | Round 4: 410 votes | Round 5: 531 votes | Round 6: 412 votes | Total Votes: 3,350)

🥇1. Stiles Stilinski - 1,007 votes

(Round 1: 929 votes | Round 2: 595 votes | Round 3: 550 votes | Round 4: 499 votes | Round 5: 529 votes | Round 6: 1,007 votes | Total Votes: 4,109)

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