#you told me this was the right thing

[iwritewhump]

"You told me this was the right thing" + mislead + blood on hands

day 29 of @whumptember

960 words

warnings: young whumpee, blood, character bludgeoned to death, gun, character being shot (not fatal), cursing, captive whumpee, chained to the wall

part one | part three

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Hero stares at the photo, “Are you sure it’s him?” she asks. “His hair wasn’t this long.” 

“It’s been a few months,” Superhero says. He puts a hand on her shoulder and pulls her against his chest. “It’s him. Supervillain wouldn’t lie about that.” 

She pulls away from him, tucking the photo away back into the envelope. “This is your fault.” she snaps. “You’re the one who told me this was the right-no this was the only thing to get him to stop.” 

“Hero, it was the only way.” He frowns and then turns around, “The only way to keep you in the game. The right thing for me to do was get Villain away from you so you did your fucking job. I mean, since you’ve forgotten about him, how many people have you saved? How many lives have improved since then?” 

She stares at him, ears unbelieving what they were hearing. Superhero turns back around and sits in front of Hero. 

“The truth is, Supervillain reached out to me first. And I told him I was looking to get rid of Villain. I don’t really think he wanted him that badly, but when I offered? He couldn’t refuse.

“And this?” He says, tapping on the envelope, “This was a signal to me that he’s ready to fight again. So let’s go, let's get Villain back and take Supervillain down once and for all. Because he doesn’t deserve what Supervillain’s done to him.” 

She looks at him and nods. Without a word, she gets dressed and gathers her weapons. 

The car ride to Supervillain is long and the only thing keeping Hero from jumping out onto the side of the road is knowing that she’ll see Villain again. 

Superhero casts glances her way the whole ride, trying to gauge how upset she was at him and knowing it would be more clear once she saves Villain. He parks the car and steps onto the gravel. The ground crunches under Hero’s feet and she storms up to the door. 

In one swift movement, she kicks it in and shouts, “Supervillain, where the fuck are you?!” 

Stumbling footsteps echo throughout the lair and Hero’s hand reaches for her weapon. Superhero stands behind her, a hand hovering over his gun. “Shoot first,” he whispers to her, “You don’t know what tricks he has up his sleeves.” 

“Supervillain, I only came for Villain. Just…let him go?” she begs. 

A weak voice calls out from around the corner, “Hero?” it whimpers. “Is it really you?” 

“Villain?” Hero cries. “Come here, I came to get you out of here.” 

“I…I can’t.” he stammers. “There’s a chain.” 

Hero charges ahead but is slammed to a stop by Superhero’s hand clamped down on her shoulder. “What are you doing?” she snaps, pulling his fingers off of her. “He needs me.” 

“It’s a trap!” Superhero snaps. He pulls her back to him and tilts his head, almost sympathetically. Hero sets her jaw and turns away from him, dragging him past the corner with her. He digs his fingers into her collarbone and she stops. For a moment, he thinks she’s going to kill him right then and there. He lets her go, and she walks away after one soft warning, “Be careful.” 

There’s a puddle of blood surrounding Villain. It’s stained on his clothes, dried on his hands, and caked in his hair. She runs to him and pulls him into her arms. “What happened?” 

He sobs into her chest, “I beat him.” he exhales shakily and tries to point at the bloodied hammer laying on the ground next to Supervillain’s body. “He let his guard down and I attacked. Just like you told me to.” 

“Oh,” She sobs, “I’m so sorry, I-I’m so sorry.” 

She presses a kiss to his forehead and holds him tightly as they both sob. Then, quicker than Hero thought possible, Villain pulls away and backs up against a wall. 

“What’s wrong?” she asks, scooting closer to her. 

His eyes lock on something behind her and he lifts a shaking hand to point at it, “Don’t-don’t let him-”

“Oh, shut up!” Superhero snaps. He points the gun at Villain and rolls his eyes, “You’re always blabbering. For once in your fucking life, just fucking shut up.” 

Hero jumps to her feet and stands between Villain and the gun. “What are you doing?” she asks, taking a step toward Superhero. “Supervillain’s dead. Put the gun away.” 

She snaps her head back to look at Villain, then she looks back at Superhero. He tilts his head and frowns, “I didn’t think you were still so fucking stupid. I mean, I spelled out my plan. Letting Supervillain know where out base is to send the envelope, going to his lair to ‘save Villain’, letting you go ahead of me.” 

The gun presses against Hero’s shoulder and her face is almost touching Superhero’s. “Put the gun away,” she begs. “Just let us go. You’ll never see us again and you can tell everyone that you killed Supervillain. Just…let us go.” 

“Not this time,” he says. His finger pulls back on the trigger and the bullet goes through her. She falls to the ground and Villain screams. 

He crawls forward and presses his hands against the wound. “No, no, no.” He babbles. Desperately, he puts his other hand on top and stares at her, “No, no. Hero…” Superhero grabs a handful of Villain’s hair and pulls him to his feet. He pulls him away from Hero until the leg with the chain is pulled back. He tosses him onto the ground and shoots him in the leg. 

Hero shouts in protest, begging Superhero to let him go and take her instead, but her pleas fell on unlistening ears. 

[artkaninchenbau]

People keep on asking for more Baby Robin and Papadile so here is more Baby Robin and Papadile. Now never ask anything from me ever again

[mobius-m-mobius]

#there are two types of actors 😂💖

[harbingersecho]

are we the sins we have committed? are we the things we have endured? [...] who are we?

[ref]

[royaltea000]

He’s like the worlds shittiest Madonna to me

[faaun]

last night i got home kind of tipsy and very much in tears and my mother told me the force you exert to keep someone in your life is proportional to the force with which they will leave your life. if you have to fight tooth and claw to keep them, their leaving will be just as hard, just as harsh, and just as definite.

[kingslionheart]

A good King relies upon good advice, Uhtred. I speak only as a man who has made mistakes before.

[thatorangedrank]

Little is Alyx 👎🏻

Little is Penny 👎🏻

Little is a reflection of Ruby in Vol.1 and is a physical representation of “healing your inner child” 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻

[yippee-optimistically]

mods r asleep post humanized 4x

finished catching up on tpot it was peakkkkkk but i am so scared of one. also working on little clay and felt dolls of 4 x and 2

[almea]

[dukeofthomas]

why does every reconciliation fic go like this

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: Bakugou dies but comes back to life, “comes back wrong” trope, implied fighting, angst

When Bakugou died, you’re not sure how you went on living. Grief had taken over your life, sat you in the passenger side while it cruised off the highway into icy waters. And even then, you couldn’t find the energy to drown.

It’s why there’s a sudden uptick of energy when you’re promised to have him back. Some top scientists contact you months after his death, tell you to hurry down to the headquarters labs, come and rejoice for what you’re about to witness. And you’re horrified, to say the least.

“This isn’t my husband.” Are your first words when you walk in, watch the figure on the other side of the glass examine its own hands. It looks like your husband but—but his hair isn’t the right shade of blond all over. His nose bridge had a slight bump after a scuffle with a villain. He had a scar on his hand but—but it never looked like it was to sew a pinky beside the other fingers.

“Is that really my husband?” You ask next in disbelief, slowly entering the room. Bakugou’s head snaps up, his eyes a little brighter than you remember but—they hold so much emotion. So much memory, so much panic, so much guilt.

“I left you.” He mutters, his voice raspy and ragged, and you wonder if it’ll always be like this now. It makes you cry a little harder than it should, but you only embrace each other. He’s cold and his shoulders don’t hold the same mass and his back doesn’t carry the same scars. There’s one, jagged and rough, running down his back, and you think, you think that’s where they slipped a new spine in.

“Welcome back home.” You tell him, weeks after meeting him again, new and not totally—Katsuki. He’s stiff and he doesn’t immediately take off his boots when he enters, and it worries you. Makes you think if you’ve just let a stranger into your home, one that has stolen your dead husbands face. Makes you wonder if he’ll be as loving as Katsuki once was, or if he’ll become your monster looming over you with the guilt of not being able to rest anymore.

“I’ve missed you so much.” You whisper against his mouth one night, a little while after he’s moved back. You don’t know why you lay under him, why you let him nestle himself inside of you, why you let him hold you against his chest. Katsuki always ran his hands over your cheeks and neck whenever he held you like this, but this…man, only holds himself up with his hands resting beside your head. It’s alien, how he looks at you, how his hips are methodically measured with every thrust, how he kisses you every 8 seconds. You wonder if he’s more robot than Frankenstein monster.

“Why did you come back to me like this?” You ask him one night, barricaded in the bathroom away from him. You can hear his sobs on the other side, his pleading to be let in. He tells you he never wanted to come back if he had to be like this, that he’s sorry, please let him in, he misses the warmth of your skin, he’s never been so cold before, he’s never liked the cold.

“Is this considered cheating?” You ask yourself aloud one night, when Bakugou is forced back to the lab when he becomes too…un-Bakugou. To sleep with a man that is your husband in every way but? Your husband has been dead for a year now, and yet you stroke the chin of the man that tries so hard to be him everyday, but fails so miserably at it every time.

“I’ll come back to you right this time.” Bakugou promises to you when he’s strapped down to leave for the lab and before he’s sedated. But you don’t believe him—you never did. Your husband is dead, and this animated corpse has been nothing but a cheap mockery of everything you’ve lost and something you will never truly get back.

[sysig]

You keep underestimating others and it’ll come back to bite you (Patreon)

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

@val-the-bun you are Evil. You are evil putting this in my inbox.

More were-harpy Vaggie but it's sad now and everything HURTS (copy pasted here bc the format in the ask got effed but i refuse to suffer this alone)

val-the-bun asked:

And then, of course, *the trial happens*.

And *the absolute shit timing of the fallout*.

Charlie is too stuck in her own spiral while vaggie just... Tries to hole up on her own (her usual 'nest' was in their suite. But she didnt want charlie to have to deal with her).

Charlie is curled up on vaggie's side of the bed, buried in blankets while she questions if anything they had was real.

While vaggie is in agony for the first time in three years since she'd started changing. Every fiber of her being wants to call for charlie. Yearns for that safety... but instead she bites her tongue and just curls in on herself, alone in the room she hastily barred shut. ~~She deserves this. To be alone.~~

Not sure which hazbin is the one to hear vaggie's pain and tries to check on her (let's go with angel and husk).

The hasty barricade she put on the door isnt enough. Not when the others are trying to force it open.

Vaggie tries to scream for them to go away. The last scrap of clarity she has before that warning turns into a predatory *shriek*. Vaggie's monster form tears apart the already falling barricade, and bursts into the hall.

'WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!'

'Fuck if I know, just run! Angel, hurry up!'

Vaggie is *tearing through the halls*, jaws snapping after Husk and Angel. They manage to hit the lobby, Husky grabbing Angel and flying like his life depends on it.

Meanwhile monster vaggie leaps after them... *right into the chandelier*.

Charlie hears the sound of that distant, shattering crash down below, and she *realizes*. Suddenly those painful worries have to get shoved down as charlie bolts out of their room.

'Please dont hurt anyone. Please, please, *please...!'*

Charlie's heart sinks as the shadows around the hotel start to writhe, and radio static fills the air.

'My my, what a surprising turn!'

Vaggie is *shrieking*, thrashing against shadowy tendrils as she tries to claw at Alastor.

'Now now. *Stay down*'

A rap of his cane, and vaggie's practically being crushed into the floor.

'What the fuck is wrong with you?!'

Husk is holding Angel back, looking away as Alastor starts to raise his hand. He cant watch this...

'Let her go.'

Alastor freezes when he feels the tip of an angelic spear under his chin.

There, standing at his side, in her full demon form, *is Charlie*.

'Ah, miss Charlotte. Lovely to see--'

'Let. Her. *Go!'*

For a moment, everything is quiet except for the sounds of vagging struggling, her talons digging into the floor. She's bleeding, golden blood pooling on the lobby floor... *And dripping from the claws on Alastor's hand.*

'Oh, very well. Good luck!'

Vaggie is snarling when Alastor lets her go. She starts getting ready to pounce when Charlie steps in front of her, spear in hand. Vaggie starts backing away, looking less like a predator and more... *like a cornered animal*. Her whole body seems coiled to run away as she keeps backing up, snarling and shrieking more in warning than anything else.

'Was it a lie?'

Vaggie shrieks at her, swiping at the air in the hopes Charlie would stay away.

'When you told me you didnt know what this was, was it a lie?'

Angel starts to step forward, but husk grabs his arm.

'Just let them do this...'

'Did. You. Lie?!'

Vaggie backs right into the wall, feathers flaring with a hiss.

'Was any of it real?'

Charlie can feel the tears on her cheeks. But what she wasnt expecting was to see tears in Vaggie's eye... Even as she snarled, and shrieked, and snapped her fangs, she was crying.

Charlie presses forward, Vaggie raising up over Charlie with a hawk-like screech, talons lashing out... But they dont connect, her talons *trembling* as they stilled inches from Charlie's face, her own spear aimed at her chest. Vaggie's eye is wild and afraid, but Charlie can see the *pain* there, too. She let out another shriek, closing her eye like she was bracing for the inevitable...

[genericpuff]

vent post

[millenianthemums]

parents of disabled kids will be like “we know our kid is disabled but we just won’t tell them about it. we don’t want them to think they’re less valuable than other kids. we don’t want them to feel limited by their disability, we want them to know they’re capable of anything.”

meanwhile those kids are growing up thinking “why is everything so much harder for me than it is for everyone else? there’s no reason i shouldn’t be able to just do this. i guess i’m just a failed, broken person.”