#unhinged hero

[mirohtron]

k-k-k-kyle please write an unhinged hero for me >.<

Something was wrong.

The villain shot up in bed, alarmed. The right side of their bed was empty—the hero was gone.

They fisted the cheap motel bedsheets. The hero couldn't be gone. If anyone was meant to abandon the other during a joint mission, it would be the villain. Not the hero. Not the goddamn goody-two-shoes.

A thud came from outside. The villain flinched, going cold. They called their powers. They got out of bed and stood a good few paces away from the door.

The door opened. The villain's fist burst with light, buzzing and humming, ready to blind and burn.

The hero stood bloody at the door, a knife so red it seemed almost painted crimson in hand. The villain took in a sharp breath, heart dropping, stepping back as they noticed the limp arm peaking out of the doorframe like the poster of a goddamn whodunit. Their light flickered like an exhausted bulb.

The hero tilted their head. Their eyes looked wild, their hair wilder, their smile cutting. "Hey. You're awake."

"What did you do?"

The hero's brows rose. They swung their knife up and forward and the villain shot a small blast at their hand. The hero dropped the knife, hand stung, hissing. They put their hands up placatingly.

"I wasn't going to hurt you," the hero said carefully, despite their twitching fingers. They looked jittery, like they were coming down from an adrenaline rush. The villain's heart pounded deafeningly in their chest. The hero. With a bloody knife. The city's sweetheart and golden child. With their left arm soaked in red. With their cheek smeared with blood.

The hero sighed, ran the bloody fingertips of their right hand through their hair and shook their hair to let it fall into place naturally. They looked so, so wild, and out of their costume and in a ruined tank top, they looked terribly enticing, But the villain couldn't focus on that. Even if the moonlight painted their edges silvery.

Their fingertips crackled with light.

Slowly, the hero gestured their hand again, like when they had the knife in hand. "You're asking me like I did something terrible," they said. "That's what I was going to ask. I wasn't going to throw a goddamn knife at you. Who do you think I am?"

"This evening, a really annoying hero. Now?"

The hero laughed dismissively, shaking their head softly. "A serial killer? C'mon. You're worse. Drop the hand."

The villain did not drop their hand.

The hero chuckled once, and it almost seemed like they were enjoying this. “It’s always scary when a good person turns evil, even for you, huh? No one’ll believe you.”

“Why did you kill them?”

“I wanted to.”

“Why?”

“Does there need to be a reasonable, justifiable why? I just wanted to. I got an urge. I'm as bad as you.” The hero kicked their knife away. “Happy? Put your hand down. My arms are getting tired.”

The villain eyed them.

The hero eyed them back.

The villain cautiously brought their hand down. Their light dimmed slowly, like a bad bulb. The hero slowly put their hands down too, watching their expression closely.

“See?” they said. “That wasn’t so hard.”

The villain clenched their jaw. The hero huffed out a breath, putting their hands in their pockets in a casual, harmless gesture. They lolled their head down to look at their feet, their carefree demeanour vanishing, and gave the villain a lethal look.

The villain brought their hands up again.

In seconds the hero had the villain’s wrists pinned to the wall. Their grip was so tight, it hurt to struggle, even with the blood on their hands.

“Now listen, okay? All right, okay.” The hero closed their eyes against the onslaught of light. “Let’s be calm.”

“Don’t fucking talk about calm!”

“Fiesty. Calm down. I can’t hurt you. I can’t even see you.”

“You can feel me!”

The hero snickered like any of this was funny. “Well, I would love to feel you.”

The villain’s light flickered in bewilderment. The hero slid their wrists up, forcing them on their toes, humming in satisfaction. “Turn it down.”

“What the hell are you trying to do?”

“I’m trying to warn you. Didn’t I tell you I wouldn’t hurt you? Don’t force my hand.”

The villain still tugged on the hero’s grip. But there was no getting out, and they couldn’t keep the light up forever. They dimmed down. 

The hero opened their eyes. They let the villain drop to their heels and kept their wrists pinned beside their head. “Don’t utter a word,” they said. “To anyone. Not even another villain. Not even a thief, or a goddamn baby. Okay?”

“You said no one’ll believe me.”

“There’s already rumours going around about me. I don’t need fuel added to the fire.”

The villain scoffed. “How many of those rumours are true, huh?”

The hero lifted their wrists off the wall and slammed them right back in. The villain yelped in surprise more than pain. “Shut it.”

“Fuck you.”

The hero tilted their head.

The villain looked down and tugged urgently.

The hero let their wrists go.

The villain pushed their chest immediately, stepping around them. “Asshole.” The hero flicked their hand and wiped it on their top. They ran their right hand through their hair again and shook it to mess it up like a bloody puppy. The villain looked at the way the tank top stuck to their torso, glanced down to where it rode up just a little bit to give them a glimpse of their toned stomach.

When they looked back up, the hero was looking at them.

The villain flushed. The hero laughed and gave another cutting grin, pressing bloody fingertips to their lips to blow them a kiss.

The villain's jaw worked as they nearly threw back an insult, but they thought better of it. That'd just give them something to retort to. So they picked up the knife and pointed at the limp hand at the door. "We need to bury this."

"Of course." The villain hated that grin. "I know a spot."

The point of the knife dipped as the villain wondered how many bodies had piled up on this mission without their knowledge. It made them worry, but it also made their heart stutter to think of blood dripping down the lines of the hero's face. They shook their head.

The hero extended a hand. "Help me bury it?"

"Of course," the villain said. "I'm better at disposing bodies than you are."

[anyosu]

izuku really went "hey girl wanna talk about our traum-" and ochaco goes "oh you ugly as fuck. hope you get better soon <333" and DIPS. HOW do you recover from that. truly nobody does it like her i love her

[lilislegacy]

“honey” is such an ‘old married couple’ nickname. i usually hate pet names, especially for percy and annabeth, but i’m not gonna lie guys…. i kinda love the thought of them sometimes referring to each other as honey?? like, i can just hear it. “honey you know i respect and value your opinions so so much, but can you shut up for like 2 minutes?” “honey you know i love you and your great plans, but can you not get us fucking killed?” “hey honey can you use your sword to cut the tag off my dress?” “wise girl, honey, why is nico asleep in our guest room… again?” peak romance? i think yes. also annabeth is from the south, so it actually makes so much sense.

it’s so unexpected, but also so fitting?? idk for some reason i love it. just me? send help

[herbarimoon]

He's actually fun to draw

[violent138]

I feel like the Robins probably watched horror movies to really up their game, taking notes on the gestures and body language that would creep you out. "Criminals are a superstitious lot", so yeah the guy in full body armour that could beat you up would suck, but a small child, somewhere in the dark, with an echoing laugh all around you as you fire off a hail of bullets, somehow dodging everything and gleefully messing you up. That's psychological warfare.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Bros before Ho(oh my god is that Hanguang-Jun?)

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[bibmob]

reposting from ig cuz why not 🌻

[halfblood-hero]

Jason: Smart is attractive. Educate me on something I don't know!

Percy: The mouth of a jellyfish is also an anus.

Jason: Stop.

[erinwantstowrite]

if i had written jason i wouldn't have made him attack tim to like. prove he could handle himself or whatever. i would have made him try to steal tim from the get go. it would have been a process of jason putting his best foot forward to be better than bruce in literally every capacity and that means stealing his robin. or at least trying. jason would have no idea tim is enacting his own 65 step plan of bringing jason home

[mangosmoothies]

TILL THE BED BREAKS

[tekitothemagpie]

When I think about Toshinori and his career as a hero, I think about how much he gave and sacrificed and got almost nothing in return and feel bad for him because he deserves better.

And then I saw this panel,

And I realized this sick fuck gets off of doing that. He fucking loves it. I haven't seen him look more alive. And it makes it a little better for me tbh.

[misseandc]

Here's what all those embroidery panels I've posted are for...

I havent really fully explained here what exactly the cosplay I'm making with my panels are for so I wanted to share this here to give yall a more in depth look at my crazy cosplay idea! ❤️

[pestopastaenjoyer]

“Advance takes place before both adventure games!!1!!11” my brother in Christ. If this was supposedly set before sa2 then why would Sonic stay Super in space by himself for DAYS & come back w a solemn expression before smiling at the player to congratulate them for beating the game

[applecidersstuff]

I’m reading HOO for the first time, and…

I knew that Percy was unhinged in his books, but why does HOO becomes twice as crazy as soon as he enters the chat?

Like tlh was more or less sane, there were some parts, but mostly it was okay, but as soon as Percy comes into the book all of a sudden Ares is calling some girl ‘centurion shish kebab’ Percy’s casually roasting Hera and her son, actively trying to get Nico to tell him who he is, sending Romans into mass panic, oh and all of this is accompanied by Nico girlbossing roman house elves in the back.

[milomilesmib]

Nico: if I was an orphan who never knew my parents, I would DEFINITELY be saying shit to non orphans like "how does it feel to know your parents had SEX to make you" and they'd be all "oh well so did your parents" and I'd be like "NOPE THE BITCHES WHO MADE ME DIED WHEN I WAS ONE. My parents did NOT make me. CHECKMATE 💅"

Percy: yeah, but when I met you, you thought you were an orphan who never knew your parents, and you didn't make those kinda jokes with me

Will: he was TEN. I don't think he even knew what sex was.

Nico: can confirm. I only know because Reyna taught me via donuts and donut holes during Blood of Olympus :3

Reyna: can confirm. He then asked me "what if I don't want a donut but rather another donut hole?" I realised then and there that he's gay.

[yeyinde]

I just read your alpha fics for Price and Ghost and yes I am having a little trouble thinking clearly but I am on my hands and knees asking if maybe there is a chance you would write one for alpha Johnny? I loved the imagery of him holding back from claiming someone in the Ghost fic and I would love to see him finally lose that control completely.

i had an idea for Johnny, but it felt too similar to the baby trap fic i'm writing. the theme i have for him is basically "this man snatches wives clean off the streets" i guess :/

but the idea was:

Alpha!Soap who finds runaway Omega!Reader on the side of the road, desperate to escape town. to run. and as a beacon of his community, law enforcement (a game warden) who has sworn that his duty is to serve and protect, he offers to take you in. to give you shelter until the next morning when you can leave town, running away from the alpha that's been stalking you these last few months, waiting for your heat to claim you.

protecting you is just the right thing to do, after all. and so, he does. brings you into his home, makes you dinner. humming to himself as you beg him to see you off at the train station tomorrow. you have to leave. you have to. staying here is not safe with that alpha still around.

he says, "i'll take care of it."

and he does. but maybe not in the way you'd have expected.

your heat starts in the middle of the night, and you wake up to him smothering you with kisses, drowning you in his musk. he whispers in your ear about how you don't have to worry anymore—he took care of the problem, and he'll take such good care of you, too. always. you don't have to do anything except rest your pretty little head on his pillow and let him rut between your thighs until he's had his fill. delirious, half-mad from the heat, you agree. signing your soul away to a man who'd follow you to the ends of the earth with a smile on his face like this was some off-putting courting ritual and not a desperate escape.

(they find the body in the summer. Price takes one look at the mangled remains, shakes his head, and mutters something about a bear attack. an accident, naturally. that sort of thing just happens around here. and people like Johnny too much to go wondering why you ended up claimed by him the same night the alpha stalking you goes missing. an eerie coincidence. those sorts of things happen, don't you know? and if they have other questions about it. well. Johnny'll set 'em straight.)