“Don’t Even Think About Telling Me What To Do.” Hero Said Bitterly, Pulling On Their Mask. “I

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Prompt

“I need you to go on a date with me. I told them I have one.”

The hero blinked. “Why not ask one of your henchpeople?”

“They’re like, below me and it’d be an abuse of power.”

"I thought we had something, I.. I thought you loved me!" "We are but enemies, my dear. Soon enough we have to part ways, and this is the path I am taking."

Reunions Part 3

Carlotta: Your friends are coming to visit?

Carmen: Like they do every month! We normally met online but we decided this was better.

Carlotta: How did the whole.. online meeting thing go?

-Flashback-

Shadowsan: GET THIS FUNKY FILTER OFF ME THIS INSTANT

Player: *laughing his headphones off*

Julia: *facepalms* Zoom meetings are such a mess

Zack: AHAHAHA LOOK SHADOWSAN HAS A CLOWN MASK ON

Shadowsan: GET THIS OFF ME, PLAYER-

Gray: LOOK MATES! I'M A POTATO!

Carmen: *trying to hold in laughter and failing*

-Flashback ends-

Carmen:

Carmen: ..Well

Here's links to pt 1 & 2!

https://doodlethesnicker.tumblr.com/post/640476435261292546/their-reunions-part-1

https://doodlethesnicker.tumblr.com/post/640528528902930432/reunions-part-2

Dash: I’m not great at the advice, but can I offer you a sarcastic comment?

Scene Prompt

“Just sit down! I’ll bandage you up,” the ex-villain said, gesturing to the chair.

“I can do it myself,” the hero grumbled, swiping the first aid kit and grudgingly sitting.

The ex-villain pursed their lips. “Hey.” The hero ignored them, cracking open the kit. “Hey,” they said louder and caught the hero’s chin between their fingers, gently tipping it up so their gazes met. “Needing help doesn’t make you weak.”

“I can clean my own wounds.” The hero jerked their face from the ex-villain’s grip and began to swipe a disinfecting wipe along their arm, grimacing at the sting.

“That’s not what I’m talking about, and you know it.” The ex-villain plucked up the ointment and applied it to the hero’s scrapes in wake of the wipe. “Needing my help during the fight today doesn’t mean you’re any less capable.”

“I shouldn’t need anyone, and especially not you,” the hero hissed, fingers digging into the arms of the chair.

The ex-villain flinched at their harsh tone but began to wrap a bandage around the hero’s arm nonetheless. A trickle of guilt seeped into the hero at how their former enemy simply took their words and didn’t lash back, and the fire in their chest dimmed.

They cleared their throat. “I-I shouldn’t have said that. You were just trying to help. I’m not angry at you. I’m angry at me,” the hero confessed.

Smiling sadly, the ex-villain said, “I’m not new to self-loathing either, especially given my past, but that’s something we can both work through. Together, if you’d like.”

- Lynn

Request for “former villain taking care of the hero when a new threat is too much for them to handle” by mudnight_writer

It all feels the same

I loathe Heroine.

I loathed her ever since the first time I saw her. From the very first flashy, dumb grin she flashed at me.

I loathe the littered freckles on her cheeks and the red, long scar that went over her jawline. The dark circles under her eyes and her forever messy curly hair.

I loathe her stubbornness. How she shows up every day. How she manages to get up every time. How convinced she is that her actions truly matter. How she fights for each pathetic person, as if each and every soul was so precious to her.

I loathe the way she pretends. Pretends to be confident. Pretends to be in control. Even when she is hurt and anxious and so obviously tired. How she comforts every victim, when she can barely calm herself. How she smiles softly, even at me. As if I were that easy to fool.

I hate her for rescuing me. 

She threw herself into the water. She pulled me up to the shore. She stayed until I sat steadily. Then she left. Not even giving a demand or a price or a reason.

I hate how she laughs at my jokes. As if we were friends. As if I actually make her smile.

I hate her most when it’s just the two of us. Hate how calm she gets. Hate how much she underestimates me. How calmer she gets.

And I was angry when I found her lying in the cold. Angry at her recklessness and bravery and passion, that forced her to never back down. Angry that I had to drag her out of there. That she used me for warmth. That she looked so comfortable. 

I get angry when she doubts herself. 

Because I know just how harder my life has been ever since she came to it. I know how kind she is in her greatest victories, I know how purposeful she is in her darkest hours, I know her better than everyone.

I was angry at her lover the moment I met her.

Angry at this feeble, laughable, fool who seemed to think she deserves Heroine. I got furious when she approached me. The idiot smiled and offered her hand.

I pushed it right away. I shoved her past me and wanted to walk away, to wait until she realizes just how useless she is to everyone. Wait until she leaves my and Heroine’s life. 

But she dared to keep talking. Dared to say she understands me. Dared to say Heroine’s name.

I lashed out at her. 

I yelled that she has no right to tell me about Heroine. That she’ll never know Heroine like I do.  That she is just lonely and desperate enough for Heroine to pity. That she would never truly love her.

I was pulled to the ground, and saw Heroine above me.

I could barely recognize her face. There was so much loathe and hatred and anger in her stare. I never saw her like this, not when she fought the worst of villains, not in the most stressful situations and not when I was in danger.

She told me to stay away from her lover.  That otherwise she will kill me.  That she doesn’t want to see me ever again.

She only stopped when my eyes started to water. I couldn't tell anymore what expression she wore, but I saw her leaving.  Panic rose through me, and I called her name. Begging her to stay.

She looked back at me, and for the last time, I saw her clearly. There was no malice nor pity in her eyes. Only disgust.

I loathed myself ever since.

‏‎Asriel Dreemur/flowey- undertale drawing‎‏ https://www.instagram.com/p/B26dOW8hFd_/?igshid=1bthibuganr4a

i watched the last few episodes of shera with my brother today here was the verdict:

-one of his first comments was “bow seems gay”

-not meant homophobically just. as an observation jsjdjdjsjdj

-upon being asked which characters he thought ended up together he said: scorpia and catra, bow and adora, perfuma and mermista

-favorite character is melog

-joined me in my confusion when swift wind tackled adora and she lived

-like ma’am that is a whole ass horse

-was very confused by shadow weaver’s gender fmfmvjfnfn

-initial guesses as to scorpia’s species, fully knowing her name: “lobster or shrimp”