#this is posting 2 hours from home

[raineandsky]

#97

“[Villain].” The supervillain beckons them closer from around the door. “I think you might like this one.”

He’s in their little captive room; being a criminal organisation has made them improvise their spaces. A hero is tied to the rickety chair in the middle of the room, ignoring them both with their head bent. A rare sight, and a nice one at that. A sight that suggests a hint of winning.

“Wait,” the supervillain says softly.

They wait. Nothing happens. “[Supervillain], what—”

A sound breaks through their question. A sniffle. The villain ducks slightly to look at the hero’s face, catching the glistening trail of long-since shed tears on their cheeks. Catching heroes is rare enough, but having them cry about it? Gold.

The supervillain flashes them a quick grin. “Wait ‘til you hear their cover story.”

The villain steps forward and flops down in the seat in front of the hero. The hero keeps their head ducked, holding back shuddering breaths, and the villain simply waits for acknowledgement.

Waiting is in vain, it seems. The hero refuses to look up, even when they clear their throat expectantly.

“I thought heroes were meant to be made of steel,” they comment eventually.

The hero finally looks at them, and the villain only feels slightly bad about the miserable quiver of their mouth and the leaking of their eyes. “I’m not a hero,” they say shakily.

The villain raises their eyebrows. Denial’s a new one. “He must have told you that!” the hero continues, their gaze set on the supervillain at the door, and on the last word they break down into tears.

The villain glances back at the supervillain and he throws them another elated smirk. The slightly bad feeling they felt suddenly splits into painful worry.

They turn back to the hero and open their mouth to say something, but it occurs to them they don’t know who the hero is. They’ve never seen them before.

The worry becomes gnawing.

“You’re not a hero,” the villain reiterates slowly, and the hero’s head snaps up faster than the villain thought they could move.

“Yes!” they cry. Hours of tears scratch at their throat. “Thank god, yes. I’m– I’m not a hero. The agency they– they took me off the street, I’m not a hero or anything or– I’m not anything to do with them I swear please the agency is just–”

“Stop,” the villain snaps, and the hero's words cut off abruptly. “The agency took you off the street?”

The hero nods as they gulp down another sob. “I don’t know why. They threw me out in a hero costume and told me to distract the villains, I don’t– I don’t know anything—”

“Hey,” the villain says smoothly. They scoot their chair closer to the hero’s. “Hey, it’s okay. We’re all here because we hate the agency, right?” They glance back to the supervillain, who’s looking rather unimpressed by this turn of events. “You’re on our side now.”

The sob escapes the hero’s throat this time. Or whoever they are. “I just want to go home,” they manage through the tears.

The villain fishes a tissue from their pocket, tipping the hero’s head back to carefully wipe some of the tears from their face. “I know,” they say softly, “but the agency might be out searching for you right now. We’ll look after you until you can go home, okay?”

The hero hiccups their next breath. “T–Thank you.”

“I’ll get you back on your feet,” the villain says with a sigh. They glance back at the supervillain scowling from the door. “And [Supervillain] will go find whatever the hell the agency’s trying to distract us from.”

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Learning to celebrate the little wins!

[gunstellations]

MAG39

[todayisafridaynight]

[og]

[joongdunking]

[elenadoeslife]

❤️‍🩹

[lesbianwyllravengard]

Having ocd while being in an abusive environment really does exacerbate every aspect of ocd because when you already have an idea in your head that Certain Things are always indicative/precursors of Other Things no matter how irrational, and you are then surrounded by people/an environment where everything you do is monitored and scrutinised, and punished at random, then every little thing you do must be purposeful, with an excuse ready on your tongue for any which way said person(s) might react. and so it creates an idea in your mind that, therefore, every little detail of your life can also be used to (mis)characterise you or reveal something secretly horrible about you. You start to think you're actually just inherently evil and bad and so everything you do must be an attempt to disprove that, to show you're not a lost cause, and so the idea of "just do something for fun/do something just because/do something on a whim" is not just an impossible mindset to naturally have, it is also a dangerous one.

[plumdale]

I love it here

[icewindandboringhorror]

Pictures and things

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Ayo Gianni is streaming

I got scared by the twitch notification earlier

we’re so back

But I watch the streams after they get uploaded it’s just easier to write down the timestamps and transcriptions that way

[chimkinnuget]

ups i love you. ups i am going to be at my grandmas on Saturday. ups I'm begging you do not deliver it on Saturday. I will not be home until after Christmas, ups. ups you understand this right. ups

[luck-of-the-drawings]

when i was in highschool one o my biggest coping mechanisms was drawing all the kids i hated getting killed and eaten and killed. and well. time is a slowly ascending spiral. you will find patterns.(i work as a blackjack dealer. gamblers are FASCINATING

[roaringheat]

just got home from my friends bday hangout and im actually rlly rlly glad I went like it honestly couldn't have come at a better time i actually feel alive

[evannhansensletters]

Status; October 4th.

I CAN

FINALLY

GO HOME.

RELEASE ME💔💔

but now I have to drive 3 hours there,

kms

[queer-omens-in-the-archives]

Engaged in touching grass today (figuratively; visited an offline friend) and it was nice. There was a cat even (literally the chillest chonky white-orange I have ever seen). I recommend the experience.

[bauxitt]

I applied for 5 jobs today! (and all in my hometown I just moved from..) I know I just moved but I miss my family so much I love my parents and my brothers and my 4 grandparents and my sister in law and they all live up north.. I don't know why I thought moving to where I had more friends but no family was a good idea? There's also more job opportunities there like all 5 jobs I applied to are OT jobs and full-time and long-term, there's almost no such jobs here because of competition so it's all part-time and substitute positions and I can't get a house loan with part-time and short-term. Also it's much more expensive to buy a home here. Also there's so much talk about preparing incase of war and invasion and how will I survive here alone without my family? Even if northern norway is more vulnerable if it comes to war, I'm still with my family so why care?

Wow this post got a way from me.. yay~ I applied to 5 jobs *everyone cheered*