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[villain-filled-writing]

Hi! I saw you had requests open!

Could you maybe write something about a hero who is trying to figure out the recent disappearances of other heroes in the agency, one being Hero's old mentor Superhero . Only for Hero to be kidnapped by Supervillain, who revels the truth behind what happened to all those heroes (could be sinister or not, you can decide)

Love your writing, btw !

Ahhhh, my first request!!! I hope this is to your liking!! I decided to make the ending a bit sinister because why not? Anyways, thank you for the request and the compliment and please enjoy this piece!

Warning: brief mention of death

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At first, Hero thought nothing about the disappearances of their colleagues. After all, in their line of work it was bound to happen and, as bad as it sounded, was technically normal, especially to those who fought against the stronger villains that occupied the city.

Of course, over the span of two weeks, a total of fifteen heroes had been reported missing, among them was Superhero, Hero’s mentor. To say she was only a mentor to Hero would be a lie, she was almost like a parental figure to them, a mother they never had. For years Superhero had trained Hero to be the best they ever could be, she took them under her wing and taught them all she knew. Sure, sometimes she would get carried away with their training, or act weird whenever she’d tell Hero they’d become the greatest of all time, but Hero looked up to her and had vowed that one day they'd be just as strong, if not stronger, than their mentor.

So when news had hit that she too had gone missing, suddenly all those other disappearances became the hero's top priority, everything else they had planned for that week were thrown out the window that very same minute. Their only goal from that day forward was to find the missing heroes, to find their mentor.

Their investigation lasted weeks, almost a month, before they had finally gotten their first lead; an address, more specifically the location of an abandoned warehouse where all types of villains would go to for either negotiation purposes or… some darker business they'd deal with there. How Hero got this address, they couldn't even really remember. They had found it during one of their many all-nighters they had pulled, so of course the memory of how exactly they found it wasn't the clearest. Nonetheless the Hero had suited up the following evening and headed for their destination.

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They should have expected it, really they should have. The warehouse was located far outside the city, making it difficult to get backup quickly if someone were to attack Hero. Which is exactly what happened. Hero had arrived at the abandoned building and, after clearing the outside, headed in without much thought. Things were quiet and even though the outside of the building looked rusted and old, the inside looked way better and more well kept. That should have been their warning, but no, it wasn't. What was their first warning was the sudden laughter that rang out in the building, followed by a dark, menacing voice calling out to them from the shadows, “Hello, Hero, Fancy seeing you here.” Hero remembered panicking as they looked around frantically for the owner of the voice, and they had only stood still for a brief second before they felt a sharp prick against their neck and suddenly they were falling forward, body completely numb and their vision starting to darken. They remember passing out as the laughter around them resumed.

Now here they were, still in the warehouse but this time bound by chains that were attached to a small metal hoop connected to the middle of the wall they were leaning against. Standing before them was none other than their captor, Supervillain, who was smiling too brightly for Hero’s' liking. “Good morning, little Hero. How was your nap?” the villain asked casually, “What the hell do you want from me? Let me go!” the hero demanded. “Oh, trust me little one, in due time I will~. For now, though, you will have to stay there.” The criminal mastermind informed them, watching in amusement as Hero tugged on their restraints. “Fine, if I'm staying here then I guess I have a right to ask, were you the one kidnapping all those Heroes? What did you do to them? Where are they?” the hero demanded as they looked up at their captor. “What did I do to them? Dear Hero, didn't your mentor tell you?” The Supervillain asked as a wolfish grin appeared on their face,

“They are all dead. Superhero made sure of it. After all, how can you rise to power when you have too much competition? It was a fair trade in her eyes. Your fame for their lives, you could do what they couldn’t and all that. All I did was help capture them, she took care of the rest. Technically I wasn’t even going to help, but she had a whole speech prepared to persuade me, and with the way she begged, well, how could I say no~?”

[sepiamestus]

You guys should read thepromised neverland

[aimasup]

Favouritism

Bill get a hold of yourself man

[firefox-official]

Be honest, are you a bad person in any kind of way? I've been finding out about gross stuff that a bunch of blogs I really liked did and I feel icky :(

yeah in most ways. Good luck out there

[eggsistential-breakdown]

Okay, but hear me out -- what if his parents weren't usually red and blue?

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

License to Kitty.

[calamitys-child]

What's everyone's favourite flowers that aren't like. The normal ones. Like everyone's a fan of roses and sunflowers what's a more niche one. One you don't get in gift sets. Mine's sweet peas

[orchidbreezefc]

i made a variant of [link: two cakes] to illustrate a related principle

[aroacedavestrider]

people will hear you talk about struggling with mental illness and say “you can do anything if you just put your mind to it”. brother what part of the body does the mental illness happen in. what do you think is the problem

[r0semultiverse]

Like music to my ears

[a-drama-addict]

not caring too much about a fandom’s favourite guy is the worst. you’ll think “oh i’ll look into the tag see if anything new and cool’s there” and it’s just that fucking guy again

[aesethewitch]

When I was a kid, we moved into a house that had a huge lilac tree out front. It was mostly rotten, and it needed to be taken down before it fell. It took a while, but eventually, it was gone.

Mostly. A couple years later, little lilac babies popped out of the ground in its place. My mom was determined to get rid of them, because she'd planted a beautiful flower garden there, and the lilac trees would overshadow and kill the whole garden. I insisted on saving at least a few saplings. She said fine, but I had to dig them out and put them in pots myself.

So, I did. I spent days digging little lilac bushes out of the ground and putting them into pots. Some couldn't be saved, but some could. When all was said and done, I had five brand-new lilac saplings. Seven or eight years old, and it was my absolute pride and joy.

Three died due to sun scorching, severe drought that no amount of watering could save, and perhaps just being moved from their place in the ground. But two survived, and I was awfully proud of them! I'd go out and talk to them every single day. I watered them by hand and made sure they were fertilized properly. I learned all about their favored environments, and I was determined to make sure they lived.

One of my mom's friends saw what I was doing with the lilacs. She asked if she could have one to put in her backyard, and I agreed on the condition that she take very, very good care of it.

It's now fucking enormous. I'm talking ten feet tall and bursting with beautiful purple flowers every spring. My mom still gets updates each year as they start to bloom, which she forwards to me. And all I can think is, "That's my friend! Thriving some twenty years on, there it is."

The other tree nearly died, too. It lived in a pot for far, far too long. I wanted to plant it somewhere in my parents' yard, but my mom was reluctant. Eventually, we agreed to put it in the far back garden. It grew okay for many years, despite the shade, but in all these years, it's never bloomed.

Last year, the massive tree casting massive shadows over the lilac and the garden cracked in half and fell. It tumbled into the garden, crushing part of the nearby shed and destroying a few plants beneath it.

It missed my lilac by inches.

The clean-up is long done. The rest of the tree has been cut down, and my lilac has full sunlight for the first time in fifteen years. It won't bloom this year, I know. But it's got new shoots up. It's taller than ever. I spent half an hour a few weeks ago praising it for surviving all this time, dreaming about its future and telling it how I believe it'll become the tall beauty it's always been meant to be.

I think next year, I'll see flowers.

[lowkeydivine]

Underrated panel

[kottkrig]

People liking your personal OCs is still such a crazy feeling, I've been doing this for years and ppl asking about them still fills my entire heart with warmth and idk how to handle it

You enjoy this fictional guy I made up for fun?? Whose only content is random artwork or writing made by me and a handful of other artists at most? They have no show/book/game with a large fandom, it's just one person with an art blog?? I love u

[minjimunji]

bi 4 bi percabeth,,,,, 👉👈

[free-piza]

enough about taylor swift already. reblog and tag the smallest, least known artist you listen to