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uuhh yea, something possessed me a time ago and i drew these, i like him , his design it's pretty cool
Fake yhs tv (real)
whine whine whine, thats all you two ever FUCKING do. give me a break for once. god.
I love "i would kill for you" ship dynamics but what about "i would stop killing" ship dynamic??
I would lay down my sword for you. I would change my nature and go against everything i've known. I would resist the easy way out of solving my problems. I would give up the adrenaline of battle to stay by your side and make tea instead. I'm not sure I know who I am without a weapon in my hand because I've had to fight for so long but for you I'm willing to try and figure this out.
It must be hard. To put down your weapon that's protected you for so long. It's allowed you to stay alive it's kept you from getting hurt--physically and mentally. Because you've never had to worry about a real relationship if you think you'll be dead at the next battle. And you feel naked without it and it feels like you're ripping off an extension of yourself. Are you even whole without it? Are you worthy of being loved if you can't prove it by risking your life? And yet they've found someone who's asking them for something much harder than dying in battle on their behalf. They've found someone who wants them to live. And that's much more terrifying.
Okokok the touchstarved Villain one absolutely melted my heart but what Abt touchstarved hero? Hm? Like what if Villain found Hero, abandoned by their team and decided to bring them back to their base? Hm? And villain discovers Hero is very touch starved and underappreciated? Up for that challenge? 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨
Request #14
I don't know, snowshower, are YOU up for the challenge of READING IT?!
The villain watched as the superhero's team made a run for it, scrambling out of their territory like a pack of scared little rats. They chuckled to themself, waiting until the last of them disappeared out of sight before leaving their position up on the roof, walking calmly down the staircase of the abandoned warehouse and preparing to leave when the faint clanking of chains caught their attention. They stopped, listening carefully, and when the sound repeated itself they turned back, making their way deeper into the building once more.
They'd set traps all over the place - not that they were truly necessary when the villain's power was so great. It was merely a precaution, just on the off chance that one of the heroes was actually smart enough to check there...and one of them had been.
The villain looked on in surprise at the hero in front of them, chained to the ground and desperately trying to claw off the shackle that had latched itself around their ankle when they'd made a poor choice of footing. It was rather pitiful really. They'd been the only one to get somewhat close to the villain and yet they were the only one left behind...
The villain frowned: why had they been left?
It wasn't like the superhero to just abandon one of their team - had the other miscounted? Even stranger, the hero didn't seem to be calling out for help, all their focus simply targeted at the chain trapping their leg.
"Come on," they muttered to themself, cursing sharply when the metal contraption refused to budge. "Come on."
"They left."
The hero's gaze snapped over to them, eyes widening a little before turning back down towards the floor.
"I know," they said.
Then they went back to trying to free themself.
The villain watched on, perplexed. Was the hero not upset their team had left them? They had to be; they had to be feeling so lost - so betrayed - right now but they weren't showing it, not in the slightest.
"Aren't you scared?" the villain asked. "You've been abandoned, and you haven't got the power to fight me on your own."
"Oh, I'm terrified," the hero responded.
The villain's incredulity grew. "Aren't you going to at least try calling for help? I could be lying to you."
"But you're not."
"But I could be."
"But you're not."
A pause.
"Why?"
The hero turned to face them, brows drawn together in confusion. "Why what?"
"Why would they leave you?"
At that, the hero huffed a laugh but it sounded tired - dead. The villain noted the strained look in their eyes and the way they seemed to hunch in on themself, gaze falling down to the chain once more and giving it a half-hearted tug.
"Because they haven't realised they've left me," the hero said. "Because Superhero is too busy watching the people they think will hit the big leagues and the rest are too busy watching the people that they consider their competition."
The villain's frown deepened at the implication. "So no one's watching you?"
The hero gave the chain one final tug before letting it fall to the ground with a loud clang that echoed throughout the warehouse. The action was sharp, frustrated, and the villain might have flinched from the suddenness of it if they weren't already expecting it.
"Do you think you could give me a fair fight?" the hero asked, ignoring the question the villain had given them. "I know I can't beat you, I just...I'd rather go out fighting, you know?"
The villain considered that for a long moment, gaze flickering between the trap and the defeated hero in front of them. "You think I will kill you?"
"Well, yeah..." the hero said.
"Who told you that?"
The hero blinked, that same look of confusion crossing their face once more. "I mean, Superhero always said that--"
"Superhero is a liar," the villain interjected. "I'm not a murderer."
"But you won't let me go," the hero challenged.
The villain paused.
"No," they agreed. "I won't."
"Well then--" The hero held up the chain holding them captive, though their eyes held no hope over the endeavor. It wasn't a chance they were asking for, it was a final moment of dignity. "How about that fight, huh?"
The villain hummed, kneeling down and reaching out, the hero ready to pass them the chain only to feel the villain's arms wrapping around them and holding on tight - they sucked in a breath, shocked; the sudden touch overwhelming. A moment passed, then another, and the villain refused to move. The hero struggled, tried to push back - kicked and punched and flailed and yelled - but the villain never gave in. In their hold, the hero started to shake, that mass of emotions they'd been pushing down now surging forwards with a fury.
"God," the hero said. Their breaths were sharp and uneven, their lower lip trembling as they stilled. "You really are a villain, aren't you?"
The other cracked a smile. "What gave it away?" they asked.
Slowly, the hero let their arms wrap around the villain's shoulders, their hands scrunching up the fabric of their cloak - clinging on for dear life.
"You did the one thing that could make me cry..."
Rescue
I have absolutely no idea why I hadn't planned on posting this.
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Hero closed the fridge door again, empty-handed. Their options were meager and time-consuming, and they didn't have the energy tonight.
They limped to the cupboard and opened it, their eyes falling to the crackers. They pulled out the box, and it felt like they were on their last sleeve. They… could probably hold off. It was late enough by now they could just go to bed. They could save the crackers for breakfast. If they combined it with a coffee, they could probably make it through to the afternoon.
They set the crackers back in the cabinet and closed the door. They flicked off the lights as they hobbled past, keeping a hand along the wall for stability and guidance. Their stomach growled despondently, and they limped into their room. Falling into bed was a relief, and they were exhausted enough to fall asleep within half an hour.
Their front door opened.
Hero flinched awake, heart pounding, ears straining. Was it a dream? Were they imagining—
Someone was moving in their living room. In their kitchen.
Hero slowly got out of bed, trembling, breathing hard. They strained, avoiding putting their weight on their bad leg, and did their best to sneak to the door. They turned the handle carefully as the intruder opened their fridge. Ha, were they only here to steal groceries? Then they came to the wrong apartment.
The light was on in the kitchen. Hero braced a hand on the door, moving slowly, deliberately. Closer, quietly, so they could see the open fridge door—
Villain turned away from the fridge, grabbed a jug of milk off of the floor, and turned to put it in the fridge.
Hero stared as Villain packed eggs and ground beef and a head of lettuce and a bunch of carrots into the fridge. They looked to the front door, which was again closed, to the doorframe that looked perfectly intact. They looked to the grocery bags, to the meat and vegetables on the counter, next to the stove.
"Are you going to keep hiding like a shadow?" Villain asked, closing the fridge and putting away pasta and rice and condiments. Hero hesitated before limping into the light.
"What are you doing here?" Hero said lowly. They tried their best to stand upright, to be threatening. If the organization knew they'd let Villain into their home, there'd be hell to pay.
Villain paused, then looked over their shoulder at Hero.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" They shook their head, turning back to the cupboards. "Get off that ankle." Hero bristled.
"Get out of my house," they threatened. Villain wiggled their fingers and ooed mockingly.
"Oh, my, I'd better not cross the starving, injured, sleep-deprived Hero." They packed away a loaf of bread. "I'd be in for a real thrashing."
"I mean it!"
Villain closed the cabinet door sharply, looking directly at Hero. Hero flinched at the sharp sound and movement.
"Sit. Down."
"Make me," Hero whispered. They knew they weren't good for a fight right now, but if they didn't try—
Villain marched straight for them. Hero took up a modified stance, keeping their weight off of their bad leg, and when Villain got to them they struck. Villain deflected the blow with ease and then grabbed Hero sharply by the ear.
"Ow! Ow!"
"Shut up."
Villain pushed them back into a chair, then went for the stove. They turned on the heat and drizzled some oil Hero didn't own into a pan. Hero watched, a little mesmerized, as Villain started cutting up an onion. They did something weird, not cutting it all the way through on one side, and they didn't so much as sniffle as they chopped it up into little pieces. Then they dumped it into the pan, and Hero listened to it sizzle as Villain got started on a tomato.
"What are you doing?" Hero asked again. Villain barely spared a look over their shoulder.
"I'm making you something to eat." Hero blinked, breathing deeper around the tension in their chest.
"W-why?" Villain dumped the diced tomato into the pan next, then grabbed some spices Hero had never seen before.
"Because you can't heal a sprained ankle on crackers and soda."
Hero looked down at the tabletop. Why was Villain doing this? Was this a ploy? It had to be a trick; they wanted something. If Hero ate this, they'd owe Villain.
"Whatever it is you want me to do, I won't," they rasped.
"You mean eat a proper fucking meal?" Villain said smartly without turning. They stirred the veggies Oh, jeez, it already smelled great.
"This is a trick," Hero whispered.
"The only trick is getting the horse to drink water," Villain replied. Hero's stomach growled loudly at that moment. There was barely anything in the pan and it already smelled amazing.
"I, you can't fool me," Hero tried weakly. "I'm, you can't just buy me with food." Villain laughed, throwing their head back slightly as they did.
"Oh, baby," Villain chuckled, looking to Hero in the weak light, "even if you were right, you'd be wrong." They just kept chuckling, and Hero watched as they opened up a package of ground beef.
Hero watched, once again hypnotized by the sight of Villain's cooking. They added in the meat and continued to stir intermittently, adding more spices and smelling the pan along the way. The kitchen was soon full of the warm, mouth-watering scent of it, and Hero's stomach growled desperately.
There was a catch. There had to be a catch. Six hours ago, Villain was dancing around Hero like they were a mere pest. The fight had been over almost before it started, and Villain had walked all over them. And now they were here, in the middle of the night, chopping cilantro on their counter.
But, God, it smelled so good. And Hero was so hungry. When was the last time they'd had a proper meal? With more than two food groups?
"What do you want?" Hero rasped. "For the food?"
"I want you to stop asking me stupid questions." Hero shut their mouth, watching the quick way Villain roughly cut the greens. They were more precise with the lettuce next, and then they stirred the pan again before producing taco shells and warming them in the steam from the meat. A moment later, they opened a bag of shredded cheese.
Hero sat silently as Villain flicked off the heat and scooped the meat into the shells. They sprinkled on some cheese and cilantro and a more generous amount of lettuce, producing four tacos in quick succession. They set them down, dug a plate out from a cupboard, and then Hero was looking at four hot, loaded tacos right in front of them.
They didn't spare another thought to the cost, lifting up the first carefully. They took a bite, mindful of the loose way it was all packed.
It was amazing. Warm and just barely spicy and crisp and soft and crunchy and —
Hero took another bite, and another. They were halfway into the second when Villain sat down before them.
"At least someone appreciates my cooking," Villain grumbled. Hero slowed down, the reality coming back to them now. They swallowed what they had and put the taco back down, and Villain's sharp eyes snapped to their face. "If you ask me one more time what I want from you, I'm going to strangle you," they growled.
Hero snapped their mouth shut again.
"I don't want anything from you," Villain growled. "You need someone to take care of you. Because the people who employ you clearly don't." Hero frowned.
"They're good to me."
"Then why did they let you fight me on a sprained ankle?" Hero opened their mouth to mention the shortage of heroes lately. "Why do they continue to postpone your weigh-ins?" Hero faltered. How did Villain even know about that? "Why do they pay you in peanuts?" Hero gritted their teeth. "Why don't they send someone to check on you? To make sure you're okay? Why don't they have you in therapy?"
Hero looked down, their vision. They didn't know how to ask for a raise. And they'd called to see a therapist so many times. But nobody cared. Nobody ever took the time to care.
Hero sniffled, reaching up and covering their face. Villain shifted, and then Hero was being pulled into a tight hug.
"You're worth more than this," Villain hissed, their arms wrapped around Hero's head. "You don't deserve this. I can see it wearing you down."
Hero gritted their teeth, fighting the tears, but their throat was beyond sore now, and they sniffed and shook in Villain's tight hold.
"All I want," Villain rumbled, "is for you to get what you deserve. Because it's not those shit stains at the organization."
Hero whimpered softly, losing the fight with their tears. Villain let go and knelt down, and they wiped away Hero's tears with both hands as Hero sat and shook and sniffled pathetically. Villain looked over their face, hands on their cheeks, and Hero closed their eyes as Villain leaned in, kissing their forehead firmly.
"I meant it when I said I'm not fighting you anymore," Villain said against their skin. "I can't keep facing someone who doesn't deserve my wrath." They kissed Hero again, firmer this time, and Hero put their hands over Villain's. Villain pulled back, wiping at another tear. "Now eat your damned food," they whispered.
Hero nodded, sniffing, and slowly turned to their plate again. They continued to eat through the threat of tears, sniffing and struggling to swallow past the lump in their throat.
It was the best food they'd ever had.
It’s just me and my bag of Costco Kirkland’s Signature against the world
rotatable artfight attack for starspacecorn on ArtFight earlier this month. it's honestly giving more "punk tactics" than "sk8ter boi", but I attribute that to me not giving them any form of wheels, lol.
link to starspacecorn's insta, where there's more art of their OC's!
I just know all the redesigns are gonna be hot. I know it.
I mean.
I'd say they already are so far. Can you tell who my favorites are though, lol
Click to see all of the first pic
Teach me how to be fascinating