#assorted writings

[boxoftheskyking]

Dumb preview for my dumb fic

Mike's brain does a hard reset. Or it tries to, but keeps getting stuck.

"Go to work," Harvey waves him off and sits back at the desk.

"Mmm," Mike manages.

"You're thinking about it, aren't you."

"Of course I'm fucking thinking about it. How am I supposed to think about anything else?"

Harvey sighs. "I don't pay you to stand there thinking about me getting pegged."

"You could, though." Mikes wipes his palms on his trousers. "I'm really good at it, turns out. I could go pro."

[assortedcriminality]

prompt #7

“Damn, you’re so strong,” Hero marveled, tracing a finger down Villain’s muscled arm. “I bet you could just throw me over your shoulder and carry me like a sack of potatoes, huh? Yeah, you totally could, wow.”

Villain scowled. “I’m holding a knife to your throat. Stop flirting with me.”

[pokemonblack3white3]

some pla warden/noble headcanons

I'd love to draw these but I don't think I have the time nor spoons for that so I'll bestow these ideas onto you all via bulletted lists instead

Obsidian Fieldlands

Nobles can live much longer than ordinary pokemon. Wyrdeer is 60 and Kleavor is 340 years old.

Mai is 30 and Lian is 11.

Lian's mother was the previous warden, and while Lian was always lined up to take her place, it was not expected to happen so soon. One day while travelling between the Fieldlands and the Pearl Clan's settlement, she disappeared without a trace.

Mai was very friendly with Lian's mother despite the clan rivalries, and did her best to help ease Lian into his position.

When Lian's clothes get too dirty or torn, Mai usually mends them herself. Lian often steals Mai's clothes and ruins them, much to her annoyance.

Kleavor has known Lian since he was a baby. He is incredibly territorial over both his wardens and domains, and is still furious over the disappearance of his previous warden.

Despite how aggressive Kleavor can get, he and Wyrdeer are actually on fine terms. The main issue lies with Wyrdeer's fear of bug-types, so they respectfully avoid each other.

Mai often has to clear bug-types out of Wyrdeer's way, and her munchlax has become surprisingly strong due to this.

Lian loves to talk to anybody who will listen about his rocks, so Mai, Wyrdeer, and Kleavor have become somewhat of experts on the subject.

Kleavor has no qualms with Mai but an incredible amount of qualms with her munchlax. Mai does like Wyrdeer and steers clear of Grandtree Arena.

Crimson Mirelands

Lilligant is 500 and Ursaluna is 20.

Calaba is 99 and Arezu is 23.

Calaba has outlived 2 nobles. The first was already elderly when Calaba became a warden, and the second was sickly since its birth, resulting in a shorter life. Calaba began practicing medicine to care for it.

Calaba was witness to days when there were bloody conflicts between the clans, and it resulted in her distrust of the Diamond Clan.

Arezu suffers a lot from imposter syndrome. Her attempt to try and quell Lilligant on her own was not her first instance of sneaking around the clans, as she usually tries to solve things on her own instead of asking for help. This was not helped by the fact that Calaba was incredibly nit-picky about everything Arezu did, and made sure Adaman knew about all her complaints.

They began to get along better after Lilligant was quelled, but it took a long time for Arezu to stop feeling like a cornered prey animal around Calaba.

While Calaba prefers for her hair not to be touched, she and Arezu will often spend hours cleaning and combing the knots out of Ursaluna's fur. Ursaluna loves rolling around in the muck.

Ursaluna is a giant teddy bear. He's quite sad that his intimidating appearance tends to scare people when he runs at them in excitement.

Since Calaba is too old to play as much as Ursaluna would like to, Ursaluna's most frequent playmate is Lilligant. Lilligant was quite close with the previous Lord Ursaluna, and delights in doting on her son.

On rainy days, Lilligant will usually set down her roots and remain still to preserve her energy, but on the rare sunny days, she delights in dancing under the sun. She often coerces Arezu into joining her, even though Arezu is an awful dancer.

While Arezu was recovering on sunny days, after Lilligant was done dancing she would sit next to Calaba and sunbathe until Ursaluna inevitably got bored demanded to play.

Ursaluna loves playing with Arezu, but she finds him a little intense and hates getting dirty.

Cobalt Coastlands

Arcanine is 2 and Basculegion is over 1,000 years old. There have only ever been 3 basculegion nobles.

Palina is 27 and Iscan is 31.

After the previous Lord Arcanine's death, Iscan often visited his grave and brought Palina and her growlithes food he'd made. He was by far the kindest and most patient with Palina during that period.

Iscan has a collection of pearls, sea glass, and other nick-nacks Palina has given him. Her favorite things to gift him are treasures that match the color of his eyes.

Iscan has had his own problems with being considered unfit for his job, due to his fear of ghost-types.

Basculegion is the only ghost-type Iscan can stand. When Iscan gets anxious, Basculegion is the best at calming him down.

Arcanine takes his duties very seriously. He tends to get a bit snappish with the more relaxed Basulegion, who will often playfully splash Arcanine when he gets too close to the shore.

Palina can still bring out the inner puppy in Arcanine.

Arcanine is incredibly fond of Iscan, both for how he helped him and Palina following his father's death and because Iscan gives the best pets (and treats!).

Basculegion and Palina also get along quite well and enjoy diving together.

The four of them often spend time together as a group, having picnics on the beach of Firespit Island.

Coronet Highlands

Electrode is 70 and Sneasler is 170.

Ingo is 38 and Melli is 19.

Melli was a bit of a nobody until Electrode chose him as his warden. It's why he takes so much pride in his job.

Electrode was one of the weaker of the previous lord's children, a runt of the litter. It was entirely unexpected for him to become the next lord. Electrode chose Melli because he recognized himself in Melli.

Occasionally, the clan that serves a noble switches. Before Ingo, Sneasler's warden was from the Diamond Clan. When her old warden died, she refused to choose a new one and began to get aggressive with members of the Diamond Clan when they tried to force her to do so. Choosing Ingo as her warden was entirely an act of spite, but she grew to truly care for him.

Even though she is happy with her new warden, Sneasler is still very bitter towards the Diamond Clan. She especially despises Melli.

Electrode likes Ingo just fine, but Sneasler also dislikes Elecrtrode for his affiliation with the Diamond Clan and doesn't like for Ingo to hang around him or his warden. Electrode is also a bit mishevious and that clashes terribly with Sneasler's tendency to hold grudges.

When they first met, Ingo had a habit of subconsciously treating Melli like he would Emmet. Melli is an only child and found it incredibly unnerving. Ingo has since reigned it in, but it tends to pop out again on occasion.

Besides the torches, Melli has sabotaged other efforts Ingo has made to make traversing the Highlands safer. The day a fence Ingo put up saved Melli from falling off a cliff was the most vindicating moment of Ingo's life.

Alabastor Icelands

Braviary is 120 and Avalugg is the hero's original companion.

Gaeric is 42 and Sabi is 7.

Braviary's previous warden was from the Pearl Clan and a close friend of Gaeric's. Sabi received a vision of his death and when nobody would believe her, travelled all the way to the Icelands on her own instead an attempt to save him. She arrived in time to watch him die. A lot of the Pearl Clan resent Sabi for this and for Braviary choosing her as his next warden.

Gaeric ended up doing a lot of Sabi's training, since the next closest warden was Melli who was rather young himself- and generally ill-suited for the job of a teacher.

Gaeric and Braviary's previous warden were both trained by the same person. Their mentor tempered Gaeric's impatience by making him spend days climbing Avalugg and cleaning him as well as removing any unwanted pests. Gaeric used this method of training on both Irida and Sabi, and the girls have bonded over their hatred of it.

Sabi learned to braid her hair from Gaeric.

Braviary used to be very distant with his wardens, instead going off on his own to stop problems before they even began, but he is inseperable from Sabi. He now spends much less time scouring the Icelands for danger and instead passes the days playing with Sabi. He is incredibly paranoid something will happen to her, as well.

Braviary was friends with Gaeric even before Sabi became her warden, and their shared grief brought them closer.

Avalugg spends most of his time sleeping and usually only moves if something important is happening (such as receiving a new warden) or something truly dangerous has occurred that Braviary alone cannot handle, though such a thing that has not happened in the current Lord Braviary's lifetime.

Avalugg is still alive in modern times, the people of Sinnoh having unknowingly built Snowpoint City on his back. He hibernates until the region needs him again.

[dapper-lil-arts]

Deleted scenes from the fanfic im writing

assorted unrelated Sunset Shimmer misadventures lmao. i'll put the context on the ending author's note part of the fic -v-

[aure-entuluva-2407]

king of fools

original

[addiepaca]

#02 Wavering Resolve

“Honey.”

The Villain fidgeted with the ends of their nails, barely paying attention to the movie their spouse had selected. The lack of illumination in their shared living space except for the TV screen only made them feel more cramped. Villain’s gaze flickered to their lover’s face every now and then, an attempt to gauge their reaction. Though much to their dismay, the other was completely immersed in the movie—about superheroes nonetheless. They couldn’t fathom why anyone would want to watch a film about heroes, aren’t they overdone by now?

“...Honey,” Villain tried again, steeling their resolve as they finally locked eyes with them. Trying to ignore how the brilliant colors emanating from the movie played on their features brilliantly, reflected in their soft eyes. A sight to behold, but not what the Villain needed right now.

“Dear,” Hero replied with a snarky grin, slightly amused by their spouse’s display of anxiousness. Though a single look in their dilated pupils and stern expression told the Hero it was something serious. They shifted on the couch, giving them their full attention as they waited patiently for them to continue.

“I-” Villain struggled for a moment, a distasteful sensation curling up in their stomach. “I need to tell you something.”

Ignoring the obnoxiously loud sound effects from the ongoing fight scene, Hero tilted their head, raising their eyebrows in curiosity. “Yeah sure,” they replied softly. Letting the other work through it at their own pace.

The Villain had the sudden urge to retreat from the conversation. While the idea of not keeping any secrets from their spouse had been a long time promise, it was a dreadful matter to convey considering their… status. A criminal—or worse a monster, Villain wondered what words would come to Hero’s mind when they found out. If they found out.

Of course Villain practiced the words, carefully calibrating the perfect response to every reaction they could think of. They knew better than to hope for immediate acceptance and a bed of roses waiting for them after revealing their identity. At the same time, Villain couldn’t imagine their spouse wanting to be involved in the Hero-Villain business; they never had any interest in the matter. Not to their knowledge, at least.

God, what if they want to break up over this? Who would willingly want to be with a wanted fugitive of the law anyways? In fact, the Villain would be more concerned if the Hero decided to stay. Though all the worst outcomes ran through the Villain’s mind at that moment, a small part of them wanted to hold on to their spouse. Perhaps there was hope that they would stay for them. Entertaining such thoughts may be childish, yet it was a comforting notion that maybe their love could overcome their flaws after all. 

The couch creaked under their weight as they shifted again, it seemed like a faraway fantasy for the Villain, they realized how long they had been stalling and cleared their throat. Suddenly all of that practicing went out the window and they blanked, unsure of what to say or even how to act. Their fingers rubbing the nape of their neck, clinging on to the last sense of normalcy while they tried to compose themselves.

“I felt like I needed to tell you, I’m…” 

The world seemed to halt the moment they uttered those words. Their spouse, who was still patiently focusing on them despite their reluctance to even graze the subject matter, reached out a hand to caress their knuckles. Such a gentle action, their touch feather-like and warm, easing some of the tension in their shoulders that they didn’t even realize were present. Would that same comforting expression still be present when they told the truth?

Villain held their tongue, their eyes darting away for a moment. Nearly consumed by their thoughts as their heart loudly pounded inside their chest. They wondered if the Hero could hear the quickening rhythm. Hero leaned closer, their noses inches away from brushing against each other, resting their forehead against the Villain’s while cradling their hand. Their eyes locked on the other.

“...You’re?”

Maybe it wasn’t the right time. Villain wanted to hold on to this moment, this familiarity, if only for a few days, weeks, months perhaps. Losing something you once held dear, Villain didn’t know if they could handle that.

“...I don’t like the new rug.”

Hero blinked slowly for a few moments before a slight frown appeared on their lips, followed by an “Oh,” which implied both surprise and disappointment. Villain took their hand, entangling their fingers together while cursing themselves internally for their cowardice. “Yeah, it’s just… not great. I think we have to get rid of it.”

“What’s wrong with it? I thought you liked it.”

They pursed their lips for a moment, reaching for the remote to turn up the volume—as if the sound effects weren’t obnoxious enough—while they made up an excuse. “The texture really isn’t great, I mean I thought I’d like it but now? Not really.”

“Well okay, that’s fine,” Hero replied. Admittedly a bit taken aback since they had no qualms about that rug before, but if their spouse thought otherwise they didn’t mind compromising. Villain chuckled—awkwardly—rotating their head back to face the TV, still holding their hands together. 

Hero had to admit, they were slightly disappointed that Villain ultimately decided against revealing their identity, as they had many nights before. While Hero had their own fair share of secrets, they didn’t want to burden their lover with the pressure of unveiling their less than legal occupation if the Hero were to tell them theirs. So they waited until the other trusted them enough, secrets never stay secrets forever.  At least it was cute, this little game of to reveal or not to reveal they had going on. In spite of the fact that their lover was literally the fiend they had been trying to catch for months now, The Hero knew they would stay. Despite the consequences. They wondered if Villain knew that.

[nonamenonamenon]

Across all three realms, Solomon is a sorcerer known to all as fearsome and powerful.

He has a notable amount of demons under pacts with him, and his magical prowess is nothing to laugh at, either.

Some even tell the tale of the sorcerer being able to wage war on the entirety of the Devildom, with only one man, himself, backing his corner.

To his friends and acquaintances, he's an eccentric human with a love for cooking. His love for the act doesn’t mean he’s good at it, though.

Rather than fearing his skills and abilities when it comes to magic, his cooking is the most fearful thing about him.

He’ll serve you food that looks like it’s been made out of poison and objects entirely unfit for making dishes with a handsome, close-eyed smile.

He’s entirely oblivious to the deadly effects that his meals dish out to those who eat it, with his cooking being bad enough to make even the most fearful demons in the Devildom keel over and faint simply by having a taste.

However, known to you, and only you, is a softer side of Solomon not often seen by others. Among every human, demon, angel, reaper, and any other race in this world, you feel as though you’re blessed by the Celestial Realm itself to be the only person to see all of his sides so wholly and so intimately.

As his adorable apprentice (as the sorcerer often calls you,) you’re all too aware of his skill when it comes to magic. In your eyes, he’s stellar, and an amazing teacher. While being his pupil isn’t easy, he makes sure to know that you’re doing well through praise, offering a kiss for every spell you get right, and other rewards that… aren’t exactly age appropriate enough to mention.

Though, you think he enjoys these acts a lot more than you do.

When it comes to domestic things, Solomon is all too elated by the act of cooking for the one he holds most dear. He puts all of his heart and soul into the meals he creates for you, though that doesn’t mean they’re any better. Living with Solomon… is no easy task. Especially when it comes to eating his cooking.

Unfortunately for you, your love for Solomon and the guilt of having to stare at his sad face when you reject his meals overpower your distaste for his cooking, so you grin & bear it, even if you’ll end up with nasty side effects after.

The soft, quiet, and romantic moments with Solomon are what you treasure most.

The ones where you sit, studying together in a comfortable silence, where you simply exist in each other’s presence, feeling the other’s warmth.

The moments where you’re quietly observing his peaceful sleeping face, and the moments where he’s giving you much needed comfort and affection, consoling you without needing to say any words.

It’s heartwarming, and it makes your stomach churn & flutter in a good way.

He once told you that he never had anyone in his life that cared about him so deeply, or anyone to care for in the same way.

Throughout your entire relationship, and for your foreseeable future with him, you make sure to never let him feel that way ever again.

It’s a gross underestimate to say that you two only love each other.

What you have with Solomon goes deeper than words can describe, and what you two feel for each other is more than you can express.

It’s why the quiet moments with him are your most treasured.

In each comfortable silence that the two of you share together, no matter when it is or where you are, the both of you know well that there’s a million words (and more) of love and affection being said.

[dangerous-advantage]

jin ling, having done some stupid shit: my uncle's gonna kill me!

lan sizhui, serenely: it's ok, your other uncle's a necromancer

[assortedcriminality]

prompt #2

“Shit, you’re way more tired than I thought,” Villain said, easily dodging a poorly-aimed kick and ducking to avoid a malformed punch.

“Not tired,” Hero grunted, pausing the fight to half-fall into a wall, using an elbow to support themself. “Mmfine.”

Villain raised an eyebrow. “I see. Then you’ll be able to easily escape when I do this.”

Blindingly fast, they grabbed Hero’s shoulder and shoved them hard to the ground. The crime-fighter let out a sharp cry, pain radiating through their back. Their nemesis was on top of them before they could even think to move, straddling their hips and pinning their wrists to the floor.

“Go on,” Villain said, eyes gleaming as they locked gazes with their enemy. “Get up.”

[pokemonblack3white3]

Btw writing that little thing on hau and Hop did totally make me put the ship goggles on. Hop goes to alola to study z-moves and kukui introduces him to melemele island's singular trial captain hau. Hop thinks he's getting a tropical whirlwind island romance but the truth is hau is a flighty bitch who's using Hop as a rebound because he and gladion are taking a break again. Slotting my ideal relationship dynamic for these two into exes.

[stupid-lemon-eater]

oh my god the climax to this piece of shit is going to be set to apt

[onnahu]

I think we deserve StephCass cowboy au. Or just like, western climate about girls destroying bars and killing men in duels.

Let them have horses. When they meet they fight because both horses have the same name - Batgirl. Cassandra's horse isn't even female.

Make them enemies to rivals to running-away-from-the-law-together to lovers born of the nights spent together under the night sky by a fire, trusting each other to keep watch while they're sleeping.

Let Cass be a runaway from her rich ass father David Cain that tried to (put here something he would do bc i have no idea) her so she stole his horse and made her way from the coast to the steppes where no man hired by her father would find her.

Let Steph be a girl that swore she'd kill every man like her father, and that want's to achive a bigger bounty on her head in a year than he did throughout his entire life. Let her crossdress and pretend to be a man so she isn't treated as a dirt under the other's boots. Make her be so charming that she undercover as a man steals the ladies of anyone who pisses her off, but not enough to deserve death.

Let them play Robin Hood if it was a western. Let them rob banks. Let them beat up men. Let them kiss. Let them collect a harem of girls pining over them in every city they passed through, even if they know they'll never return.

I got seriously invested. Damn. So yeah. I'm looking for volounteers lmao.

[ricegod56]

New Key Role

Mr. Surfer Bro has the pink key (who I will from now refer to as Rose from onwards because I think it suits them). Rose's design is clearly suppose to reference the ancient Greek and Roman (their tunic/toga and laurel). The ancient Greek and Roman are known for their myths and gods. Greek and Roman Gods rule over their domain; such as the sky, ocean, and the underworld. So I think Rose is the ruler role . We know that in Chase's story there is no evil and everyone gets along (aleast until a cat hits aother)so Mr. Flip Flopy's role has to be one of the good one. Doesn't a ruler take care of their people. Also, it also fits one of the symbols on Nox and Violet's book, the crown.

[addiepaca]

#01 Blue Hour Talks

“Are you an idiot?” Medic glared at the Villain, their eyes slightly narrowed while they wrapped a bandage on the other’s arm. “What?” The Villain, slightly baffled at the sudden jab that broke the peaceful silence. They had hoped to at least get some slack after the disastrous fight in the warehouse last night. Bags clearly visible under their eyes after barely getting any sleep for the past few weeks and their body riddled with fresh cuts and bruises.

“Did you really let the Hero beat you because they seemed ‘under the weather’?” They tighten the bandage around their arm, causing some tension in their already strained muscles. “I did not, I just didn’t want to fight a sick hero,” Villain cleared their throat. The two had been throwing punches like usual when the Hero’s eyes seemed hazy, their breathing uneven and their face slightly paler than usual. Their moves were also lacking the typical force and precision, the Villain dodging every blow with ease it was almost laughable. Though the thought seemed to churn the Villain’s stomach with an uncomfortable feeling. Probably pity or something.

“Right, whatever helps you sleep better.”

Medic finished wrapping up their arm and leaned back on their seat, crossing their legs. Turning their attention to what the Villain assumed was their patient file. Villain scoffed lightly, pulling down the sleeve to cover their arm and rolling their eyes. “You know I’m really not appreciating your judgmental comments,” they sneered, brows furrowing as they rested their chin on their hand, pouting like a petulant child.

“I don’t get paid enough to keep those comments to myself,” Medic didn’t look up from the stack of papers in their hands, noting something down with barely readable handwriting on one of the pages. “You don’t get paid for this at all,” Villain retorted.

Medic finally shifted their gaze and groaned, hitting Villain on the head with their own file which made the other gasp in disbelief. “You’re right, it’s charity work. Be grateful I’m even listening to your nonsense,” Medic grumbled. Throwing the papers on their lap for them to read later. “Oh shut it,” they muttered under their breath.

It’s not like the Villain cared or anything, they just happened to be a considerate person. Besides, what good would beating a sick hero be? It’ll be too easy, too boring and definitely not worth their time. Villain had better things to do than prolonging the fight that night, like getting a few minutes of sleep before inevitably failing to get some rest. Eventually dragging themselves to the infirmary to treat the wounds they had been too lazy acknowledge.

“Really, how long are you going to keep this up?” Medic sighed, their eyes scanning over them with a thinly veiled exasperation. Villain, sprawled up on the patient bed with arms folded across their chest raised a brow at the vague question. “Keep what up?”

Medic made a strange gesture with their hands. “This ‘thing’ with the hero,” Swirling their left hand around unceremoniously while scrutinizing the Villain, their face almost looked annoyed. That fact, for whatever reason, made Villain just as irritated. Why couldn’t people mind their own business anymore?

“There is no ‘thing’ between us,” Villain said with a stern tone. Leaving no room for interjections as they glared at Medic. If they were allowed to punch medical personnel on company time, this ridiculous conversation wouldn’t even be happening right now. Medic pursed their lips with a sceptical expression on their face.

“Right,” they replied.

“Right.”

A moment of silence passed over them, as if to let the words sink in before Medic started persisting again.“So there’s nothing going on between you two?” They tilted their head in curiosity like a cat. Villain fought the urge to roll their eyes and rubbed their temples instead, surprisingly taking a second to think before answering. “Other than the usual hatred and disgust, no.” The other hummed in acknowledgement, nodding as they took in the Villain’s reply. “So if the Hero were to start seeing someone else, you wouldn’t mind?” 

The sudden hypothetical caught the Villain’s attention, making them flinch and glare at their sibling, dumbfounded. “What kind of question is that?!” Their voice slightly raised, though they didn’t mean to come off as harsh, the provoking question just irked them. Medic scoffed, a mocking smile playing on their lips as they brushed off their aggression. “Just answer it,” they urged. 

Villain bristled at the smug look on their face, weighing the consequences of knocking them out right now. “I don’t care who they see or don’t see, they’re not important to me.” They lied, the thought of it brought some discomfort to the Villain. After all, who has time for relationships when you’re busy fighting crime? Why would you not devote your utmost attention to your enemy? It’s absurd to think their the Hero would start to stop paying their attention to the Villain in favor of their spouse. The Villain had almost forgotten the fact that the question was a hypothetical.

“Okay,” Medic raised their hands in the air in a defeated gesture while averting their gaze. The corners of their lips twitching to hide a smile, undoubtedly. They leaned back in their chair again, quietly reaching out for the TV remote on the nearby desk. “You don’t believe me,” the words came out from the Villain’s mouth as more of a statement than a question. It wasn’t particularly hard to tell when Medic didn’t believe their half-assed lies. The derisive tone seemed to run in the family after all.

The TV screen lights up the dimly lit room, causing the Villain’s eye to twitch as they adjusted to the brightness. “I believe you, I’m not sure if you believe yourself,” Medic feigned indifference as they casually propped their feet on the bed. “Shut up,” Villain remarked. Kicking their feet away with a grumble, earning an annoyed scoff from Medic. 

“At least say thank you for patching you up,” they pressed the buttons on the remote, rapidly switching between channels while humming. The Villain slumped on their bed, stretching their bandaged arm carefully, almost forgetting the fact that their body hurt like hell. “No.”

Medic turned their head towards them and huffed out an annoyed breath. “Say thank you or I’m telling mum you ended up in the clinic again.”

“Why do you always pull that card?” Villain had the urge to throw them out of the room, but relented given their threat. Which they knew wasn’t a bluff. “Because it always works,” Medic shrugged as if it was a common fact. 

Villain groaned and leaned their head against the headboard, running their hands through their ruffled hair. “Thanks, happy now?” they gave in. Secretly fearing the wrath of a certain woman who they haven’t called in a month.

“Good enough,” Medic smiled smugly. Putting away the remote after settling on the news channel, one of the few that was interesting enough to capture their attention.

“Freak,” Villain muttered under their breath.

“Loser,” Medic replied.

The news flashed a clip of various heroes being awarded a few days ago, smiling and waving to the locals. Their hero inching closer to a certain rookie who hadn’t even been in the business for a year, hand in hand as they laughed softly together, lost in their own world. The Villain clenched their jaw.

part 2

[sheawritesstuff]

Random Redacted Headcanons

✩ David had braces in middle school

✩ Sam loves dark chocolate in any form,  especially dark chocolate chips straight from the freezer

✩ Asher hates the way sleeves feel on his arms and almost exclusively wears tank tops if he's wearing a shirt at all

✩ Aggro insists on following Sweetheart everywhere and screams if they close a door in his face

✩ Ollie is the youngest of his siblings

✩ Aaron enjoys trying new colognes and analyzing their scent profiles

✩ Ivan has a standing desk

✩ Vincent and Lovely have absolutely gotten red and blue slurpees respectively and tried to make their tongues purple

✩ Geordi cooks / bakes as his “me time” and gets anxious when anyone else is in the kitchen with him

✩ Guy has strong opinions about pineapple on pizza and will explain the history of “Hawaiian” pizza anytime the subject is brought up

✩ Damien is sensitive to the textures in food so Huxley usually tries the first bite of new foods to make sure the texture is acceptable

✩ Gavin has a soft spot for cheek kisses 

✩ Milo hums songs stuck in his head rather than singing them 

✩ Lasko prefers tables over booths at restaurants 

✩ Camelopardalis enjoys knitting in his free time - Since he doesn't have to wear actual clothes, he usually donates his finished projects 

[transgirl-gaming-thoughts]