#traumatic flashbacks

[hashbrowne08]

Everyone else is having such a fun time with the orv anime announcement

I'm having war flashbacks to god of highschool

It looked so promising, and then they squashed more than 100 chapters into twelve episodes

So much character and joy was lost, so many important scenes were skipped for "pacing"

I am praying to any god who will listen, PLEASE DONT LET THE SAME HAPPEN

[writinggremln]

Hero whump part 1

(will there be a part 2? Idk I never thought I'd make it this far)

Cw: uhh, ok let's see. Hero whump. Loss of powers. Traumatic flashbacks (i think). Beginnings of a panic attack near the end. Pls let me know if I missed anything it's my first time writing whump idk what I'm even doing

The Super War they called it. It didn't last very long and everything happened so fast. Too fast. Honestly, the heroes were lucky to even have a chance to defend themselves. Hero thought it was a silly name, but given the casualties, that's what it was nevertheless. A war between Supers. Where Supervillain somehow managed to gather most of the villains of the whole country with one objective: level all the heroes and their legacy to the ground. Crush them, kill them, capture them and keep them as pets, it didn't really matter how. All that mattered to them was to destroy everything Hero had worked for. Those were the orders.

The fight was brutal and it lasted longer than it should have. Both parties suffered, heroes and villains. In the end, no one could tell which side won. All that mattered to Hero was that her close friends were somehow, miraculously alive. So what if her favourite place to snack was completely demolished? So what if her favourite park was in flames? So what if most of the heroes that had fought beside her were severely injured? So what if Supervillain was nowhere to be found? So what if he stole her power? Not that she needed it in the end, the punch she gave him was satisfying to say the least.

She didn't care. She didn't care one bit. None of that mattered. Hero rubbed her fingers against eachother.

Hero blinked, trying her best to ignore the pounding in her head, the ringing in her ears, the agony in her chest from running out of stamina, the way her knuckles flared from the pain whenever she moved her fingers. "What..." she gasped breathlessly. What was happening? One second she was punching Supervillain nonstop, the next she was...

"Hero!" Someone yelled loudly, too loudly, in her ear. "Oh my god, are you okay?!" Ecstatic, Hero wanted to answer, but all that came out was a pathetic "eh..." which admittedly summed up her situation. It was Hero 2 that came to her aid, his strong arms holding her up bridal style as he flapped through the air. The air rushed as he flew to who knows where, but not too high. He dropped on a terrace of an evacuated (hopefully) building, which was still intact. Somehow.

He gently put the Hero down, leaning her against a wall, safe and out of sight and sat in front of her on one knee, his body tense, ready for anything. "Hey, you okay? What..." he licked his lips as his eyes darted below, watching the fight from afar, "what happened back there?"

Hero groaned as she stretched, suddenly feeling exhausted. "What do you mean?"

Hero 2 just gave her one of his perplexed looks. His face was always so expressive. "What?"

"He took your powers away!" He nearly screamed at her, his voice manic and a bit desperate, his brown eyes wide. His wings ruffled behind him. Was he agitated? Angry? Upset? Who knew.

"Yeah, so?" Hero shrugged and immediately regretted the gesture, wincing at the pain on her shoulders.

"So?!" The winged man actually shouted at her this time, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder when he saw her wincing. "Why did you keep fighting?! He could have killed you!" His voice wavered. "You..." He got quieter then, "I saw him fling you to the ground! There was blood coming out of your head! I thought-"

"Some bushes cushioned my fall." Hero quickly interrupted him. "And it was just a scratch. Don't worry too much. We were trained for these types of situations, right?" She gave him a smile and turned her head towards the fight. Hero 2 did the same.

"Right." He mumbled. "It's chaos down there." His eyes darted from the ground to the skies, alert for any other hero who needed help. Then he swiftly turned his head towards Hero, so fast that she worried that he would break his neck. "Stay here." He gave her his radio. "Call for help. You've done enough." And with that he quickly jumped off the building and flew away.

Hero did not remember if she had called for help or not. Her memories were a bit hazy after that. She did remember waking up slowly, very slowly. She remembered staring at the ceiling, breathing softly while licking her lips repeatedly, even though her tongue felt like sandpaper. She remembered the steady beeping of her heartbeat. She remembered how thirsty she was and the dull ache of her body.

She didn't remember how long she was like that, could have been hours, could have been seconds. The nurses that came by to check on her nearly jumped out of their skin when they noticed her fully wide open eyes.

After the nurses calmed themselves down, they had explained that she was in a normal civilian hospital, and Hero remembered the empty feeling in her chest, remembered how she wanted to protest that that wasn't right, why would she be in a civilian hospital when she had powers. The nurses hadn't noticed Hero's inner turmoil and had explained to her how she had been asleep for nearly a month. No wonder she could barely move. The fight - or as the civilians called it, war - was over by then. Her memories were a bit hazy, but she did remember Superhero visiting her.

Which was weird, because she thought he didn't even know he existed. She'd thought she was hallucinating when she saw him in his civillain form, walking to her room like he personally knew her.

"How are you holding up, kid?" He asked as he sat on the chair beside her bed. It had been a few days since she had woken up and she had requested for her to be in a sitting position. She had had enough of the white ceiling. And by then she had remembered why she was in a civilian hospital in the first place. Not that she cared, she just needed a change of scenery. Seriously, who cared. It's not like she had her powers for that long, compared to the others. Beside her, Superhero made himself comfortable, his grey eyes twinkling. Or maybe that was just the light, playing tricks on her. Or maybe she was hallucinating for real.

"Okay?" Hero answered, her voice raspy and the Superhero chuckled.

"You don't seem so sure." He said, his dimples showing as he smiled. Hero's face heated up and she turned it towards the window, grateful that it was open, breathing in the fresh, cool air.

"Sorry," she apologized, hoping her red face wasn't too obvious, "I just didn't think you'd visit me."

The superhero huffed, but it wasn't ill-intended. Both of them knew that they had only spoke to the other rarely, when they had the fortune of teaming up. "I know, kid. Things have been a bit... hectic."

Hero didn't say anything to that. She didn't want to know the casualties, not yet. She gulped, suddenly aware of how thirsty and weak she was. Not that she cared. She didn't. She didn't! "So why are you here?"

Superhero sighed. "I heard about your powers, kid." Hero refused to show any emotion to that. She didn't care, why would she care? It was worth the crunch of her fist connecting with Supervillain's face anyway. "I'm sorry."

They stayed a minute in silence, Hero waiting for him to continue and Superhero... well she guessed waiting for her to break the silence. Or pitying her. Who cared. "But I also heard," Superhero said then, "that you managed to land a hit on him too."

Hero let out a short huff that could be mistaken for a laugh. "Yeah, well," She moved her fingers, clenching and unclenching them as some form of exercise, rubbing them against eachother, "what kind of hero would I be if I relied only on my power, right?"

That answer seemed to please Superhero. "I want to recruit you." He said suddenly. The hero paused the flexing of her fingers. Did she hear that right? Was this a prank? Was he mocking her? "Don't worry, it isn't not an order, it's a request. You don't have to answer right now."

They stayed in silence again, and Hero couldn't tell if the air was heavy or if she had trouble breathing now. The constant beeping in her ear seemed normal, albeit a bit faster. To work with Superhero, the Superhero, that was... well that was an opportunity that most of the heroes couldn't pass up. The reason so many heroes trained so hard their bones broke. To work with Superhero was an honor amongst heroes. Both Hero and Superhero knew that.

But they also knew that the stronger the heroes were, the more dangerous the villains and threats became. They knew that they had to stay on alert 24/7, ready for any vicious villain attacks, to always keep their mind on their friends and family's safety first (because who knew what sort of vengeful villain that would face them would do). So they both knew this wasn't an easy decision to make.

Something clinged and Superhero checked his phone. He frowned. "Okie-dokie, I need to go." He said as he slapped his hands on his legs as he got up. "Don't stress yourself too much about it. Just think about it while you're recovering, okay?" He ruffled her hair and went on his way, not bothering to look at her.

"Okay." Hero rasped, her mind reeling, her brain not even registering the hair-ruffling.

Hero was sent home after two months. It had been a few days since her recovery and she was still thinking about it. She wanted to. She wanted so desperately to work with one of the greatest superheroes alive, to fulfil her childish dream, even for just some short time. She hadn't been in the hero business long, not as long as her colleagues, but despite the hardships and broken ribs and stolen power... she loved her job.

But she also loved being realistic too. There was only so much she could do without her powers. Like it or not, she would be dead weight sooner or later. She couldn't imagine why Superhero gave her the offer. She stared at the wall as she thought about it, her shoes on her feet and her jacket over her shoulders, ready to go to HQ for her reports on the fight.

Hero stood at the door, frozen. She rubbed her fingers against eachother, some small part of her hoping that it would initiate a spark. Her electric powers were dangerous, but this was something she did to calm her nerves. The zapping sounds and the buzz on her fingers always brought her some sort of pleasant stimulation.

But there was no zapping or buzz now, just the uncomfortable feeling of her skin. Hero started to clench and unclench her fist. Her palms were sweaty and clammy. Her heart refused to slow down and pounded and pounded and pounded in her chest. She could feel her arms shaking and could vaguely notice her breaths becoming shorter and faster. Her skin felt hot and cold at the same time.

Could she even call herself a hero right now? Did she even have the right to just walk in HQ like usual, like nothing happened? To file reports like it was just another usual scuttle between heroes and villains? Honestly, Hero thought they would've given her the boot by now. Or maybe that's what was going to happen today, right after she'd step in HQ. Maybe they were all secretly laughing behind her back, saying how stupid and reckless she was for facing Supervillain head on. She wasn't really popular in the first place, so why would they even accept her? The only reason they talked to her before was because of her power and now? Now she was powerless? Just an ordinary civilian playing pretend. What was she without her power? What was going to happen to her now? What-

"You know there's a chance to bring them back, right?" Said a voice behind her. Hero froze, her breath hitching and she refused to turn around. Because turning around would mean acknowledging him.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...I know you can hear me." Villain sighed, shuffling so he could get more comfortable on the sofa. Hero's sofa. The sofa that she'd payed for with money that she'd gotten from her job. Hero's job of heroing. The job that she might not even have after today. In Hero's house. She turned around then, a look of annoyance on her face. Villain twirled his fingers in greeting with an impish look on his face.

"Get out of my house."

"So mean." The villain stood up and walked towards Hero slowly, enjoying every microsecond of the small twitches her annoyed face was pulling. "And after I came all this way to warn you."

Hero didn't say anything. Her fingers twitched instinctively, her body begging to give him just a tiny little shock.

Only to be reminded of her current predicament.

Hero huffed though her nose and her heart skipped a beat when she blinked and was met with Villain's chest right in front of her face. She met his gaze then. "Warn me about what."

Villain only hummed and twirled his fingers, causing the water in the sink to float around them. "Do you want them back?" He said, a trail of water flicking her nose. "Your powers, I mean."

I know what you fucking mean. Hero refused to show any emotion. She clenched her fists beside her to stop her fingers from fidgeting. "Warn me about what."

The trail of water surrounded them as Villain twirled two fingers in a circular motion over and over. He sighed dramatically. "Such a shame. What happened to you, I mean." Hero's jaw clenched. "And to think all the work we could've done together."

"Warn me." Hero's voice was low. "About. What."

"Are you sure you don't want them back?"

Hero's hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, her grip strong. Villain only quirked his eyebrow at her. Hero's voice shook. With rage, regret, fear or something else, they didn't know. The villain stopped moving his fingers and the water fell on the ground with a splat. "Villain."

"Hero."

"...Warn me about what."

A beat of silence. Then Villain seemed to sigh in disappointment, before wrenching his wrist away from Hero's grip. Hero let him. As long as he wasn't mocking her by putting on a water show, she'd be fine. "That little scuttle you had two months ago," he flicked off an imaginary speckle of dust from his shirt, "was just the beginning."

Then he took another step forward, leaning in close and whispering in Hero's ear. She tried to step back, only for her back to be met with the door behind her. "You should really prepare yourselves. The plans Supervillain has made will exceed all your expectations. He will attack again, stronger than before, more ruthless than before. He's determined to find all of your weaknesses and crush you all beneath his boot."

Hero's mouth felt dry all of a sudden. Her fingers twitched at the mention of his name. The name of the one who ripped her power off of her. "Why are you telling me this?" She asked, her voice wavering slightly.

Villain put a finger beneath her chin and raised her head, forcing her to meet his gaze. Hero was so glad that she didn't flinch. His eyes shone with predatory hunger and cruel amusement at the same time. His voice sounded playful, but Hero knew that he was being serious. "Because that litte stunt you pulled only succeeded in putting a large taget behind your back." He leaned in and whispered, his eyes never leaving hers. "Do you have any idea how many villains are foaming at the mouth just to get their hands on you?" He said, the look of amusement gone from his face. He grabbed her face suddenly, making her gasp. "Nobody is allowed to hurt you but me, Hero. Always remember that."

He let her go then, shoving her face away. Hero clenched her teeth, her heart pounding wildly. Villain only grinned, his usual impish look on his face as he stepped back with a knowing look.

"And it's not so fun without the suspense, am I right?"

Continued here

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🧍🏾‍♀️🧍🏾‍♀️🧍🏾‍♀️🧍🏾‍♀️🧍🏾‍♀️yeah not very whumpy, I know. @chaotic-orphan i blame you for this. (I was the one that sent the ask of your whump series making me write whump series. I'll blame you for everything I write here)

Hero standing in front of the door of her house trying to convince herself that she doesn't care (she's about to have a panic attack):

Hero 2's face after Hero said "so what" (supervillain literally just stole her power):

How Villain felt after telling Hero that there's a possibility that she could get her powers back right after she was starting to have a panic attack:

Me after opening a side blog just so I could write whump

[perceiving-misha]

THE LAST BULLETPOINT THO

I am READY for PowerPoint night

let me know what I’m missing lmao. Based on several great posts (x) (x) 

[asphodelles]

how did you lose your fingers

[hypewinter]

During a press conference for the newest Justice League member, Phantom, a reporter asks him "Do you have anything to say to all the children who aspire to be like you?"

Phantom looked at the reporter puzzled before saying, "Children wanna be like me? Why? I'm a bad influence."

[wield-the-mighty-pen]

This image somehow explains everything and nothing about Gabriel at the same time...

[linkneol091]

Saw a person in reblogs who said that V was probably Cyn’s fav chewtoy and I loved the idea

Bonus:

[gaybirdnerd]

Ghost, put back in the coffin years later and losing what sanity he has left.

He unburies himself for the second time ofc, but this time he comes out inherently wrong.

Soap will try to get him to talk to him, to quip and make puns and dad jokes like before "the incident" as they've taken to calling it, and only gets blank stares that don't quite meet his gaze or drift just too far to one side to not be focusing on something that's moving when nothing is behind Soap but a wall.

Price, who tries to get Simon to therapy and gets reports of him ghosting (ha) his team of mental health professionals. Who will get responses from Simon, things a good soldier would say, and then hear frantic muttering as Simon's attention runs away to the corner of the room.

Gaz, who's the first to be sent on a mission with him, Simon's first since the incident because he needs to be kept in rotation because he's only a tool, because Soap is already deployed elsewhere. Who sees as Simon absolutely LOSES IT at the sound of gunshots and tears people apart with a ferociousness he didn't think humans could attain, only to be met with frantic whispers and wide eyes and shaking hands once it's all done. Hearing apologies to a Joseph and Tommy and Beth because Simon somehow got it into his head that it's THEIR blood on his hands, as he tries to claw it off and needs to be sedated to be brought back to base.

The 141, who all get a retirement house together after a couple of last missions simply so they can help Simon recover. So they can protect him when he's at his worst and celebrate with him at his best. The 141 who give up their lives in the military not because they don't care about their country or job anymore, but because their friend and brother and lover needs help, he needs them, and he needs to be reminded he's alive.

[cross-d-a]

Yeah Jod’s a complete dick but his backstory is my FAVOURITE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! a Jedi on the run after order 66, desperate and starving, running into an equally desperate and starving force-sensitive kid and taking him under her wing? Teaching him what she can? And then getting caught and they make Jod watch as they kill her?? Yeah A++++ Villain Origin Story. Honey, your trauma does not excuse your actions but I DO understand why you are the way you are.

[kittycommitte]

[swkbiggestdefender]

I think sandy being represented as a butterfly is actually really accurate butterfly in alot of cultures means transformation, hope, and rebirth and in some chinese stuff it represents rebirth after death

sandy is a reincarnation of sha wujing but you could say he was transformed again by the way he changed for better

also a  blue butterfly symbolizes hope for yourself the hope that sandy have for himself that he won't change back to what he was his hopes and hard work is the thing that stopped him from felling back into his old self

[yuikomorii]

// I’m sorry, fellow Ayato stans, but I was in a mood for angst. :”)

[ghost-bxrd]

PROMPT

Thinking about Dick in cryo and hypothermia...

What if something went wrong during a Titans mission? Stranded for a bit somewhere cold, rescue took a little while? And Dick ends up going into cryosleep? Talons look pretty dead when in that mode, right?

The rest of the titans freaking out, especially since they still aren't really sure what species or what flavor of meta Nightwing is, and they don't know what to do... (Let them be somewhere where they can't get in touch with the Bats to ask)

All of them convinced Nightwing died, horrified and mourning, and trying to figure out how they will break the news to Batman and Robin...

And halfway through the discussion the 'corpse' just sits up.

Hardcore trauma for sure 😭😭😭😭

Lmao Wally would deadass be cradling Dick’s head so gently and heaving big, gut wrenching sobs and then Dick would just— sit up. Blink.

“Why are you crying so loud?”

And everyone just starts screaming.

(One of the Titans totally tries sneaking Dick’s pulse once they’ve all gone to sleep— just to be sure Dick really is alive and they didn’t dream it— and promptly starts screaming again when there’s none.

Dick is cranky about being woken up. Going to sleep without Jason in the nest is hard enough, did they HAVE to wake him up????

He softens significantly though and explains that, no, he does have a pulse. It’s just really, REALLY slow. And a couple of seconds held to his wrist isn’t gonna do it mate, sorry.)

[scuderia-piastri]

skysports why did you end quali and then IMMEDIATELY play a clip of lewis and nico from back in the day hugging each other without warning that is so evil do you know how hard i flinched

[gutterclan]

Moon 4 - Part 2

Maybe we should move someplace new / and build time machines to go and get us back / Back before we were brittle

Gutterrat was seen speaking to a Camosunclan cat across the border. Scandalous!

Start / Back / Next

Ferntail, a young warrior of strict Camosunclan, had met Gutterrat across the border before the founding of Gutterclan. Then a loner named Brie, Gutterrat- both personable and lonely- had struck up a rapport with Ferntail.

Ferntail himself- something of a punching bag, as a "Medius" near the bottom of his clan's hierarchy- fell into an easy friendship with Brie, free from the constraints of rank.

He declared himself to be Brie's mentor (though he was scarcely a moon older). The two spent a season "training" together - escaping to the fantasy that Brie might one day join the clan as a full warrior of Camosunclan, and openly live alongside Ferntail.

Some things aren't meant to be.

[bookwormbynight]

From personal experience, holding the corpse of a loved one who just died a sudden death in your arms is terrible. The second that realization hits, that what you have in your embrace is not and will never be the soul you just saw in there - it's like smacking into an oncoming train. The strength of the emotion will cause sensation that physically overwhelms your body. A certain cold rips through you. Your organs drop out of your body like they do on a rollercoaster and your fingers go numb. You're flooded with this fear of the alien where you expect to see familiarity and comfort and love.

I think that's why Light's smile drops off his face.