Masterlist

Thanks so much for tagging me @nightfrostshadow this was super fun!! These are two of my characters from Secrets- Adrian (the blond) and Ash (the raven)

Tagging @larinzz @kaiwewi @amethysts-sideblog @emerqldspersonal

New Picrew!

Here is the link!

I decided to do a picrew for two of my OCs (can any of you guess who it is?) and I figured I would share! So without further ado, here are my tags to get the ball rolling!

Tags: @nightfrostshadow @creweemmaeec11 @sunflower1000 (happy bday!!!) @literally-just-kirby-sideblog​ @revrevrew-personal​ @nuttynutcycle​ @villain-enthusiast​ and anyone who would like to join, or has the characters to use this picrew with :)

This was soooo good 🥺

The alarm system blared, the pitch-black darkness of the base interrupted by flashes of red as the villain ran down another corridor with the hero in tow.

The villain followed their mental map of the facility, which they had carefully memorized in preparation for this rescue mission, so that they quickly turned each corner without so much as a second thought.

Which meant they were all the more surprised when they encountered a dead-end.

The villain stopped dead in their tracks.

Then, the hero crashed into them, still dazed from captivity, and gasped upon noticing the wall blocking their exit route. They frantically pulled against the villain’s grip on their arm, trying to scramble backward, but the villain knew they didn’t have enough time to retrace their path. Their pursuers were gaining on them, sounding closer by the second.

The villain pulled them towards a door of what looked like a supply closet, rattling the handle and throwing it open, before hastily shoving the hero inside. The hero hit the back wall with a groan, but, to the villain’s relief, the sound was drowned out by the rhythmic screech of the alarm.

The villain rushed into the small space immediately after, not even sparing a glance at the hero before turning to shut the door behind them. Then they placed their ear to the door, listening for their pursuers, praying that they won’t think to check the hallway with a dead-end.

However, they weren’t able to focus on the sounds outside because of the increasingly distracting noises being made by the hero.

“Goddammit, hero,” the villain hissed. “Be quiet. Are you trying to get us caught?!”

“N-no! I..I c-can’t breathe!”

The villain whirled, squinting as their eyes adjusted to see the hero’s shadowed form shake in fear, hand clamped against their mouth as they choked back sobs.

The villain blinked. “Oh god, you’re panicking.”

The hero shook their head, stumbling back and pressing themselves flat against the wall, as far away from the villain as they could - which due to the cramped closet space wasn’t very far. “You- you... I can’t-“

“You’ve gotta be kidding me. I’m trying to rescue you!” The villain groaned. “Now isn’t the time for this!”

“Shut... shut up!”

The villain sighed.

The hero was shaking like mad, their breathing coming up shorter and shorter, tears welled up in their eyes - they looked seconds away from a complete breakdown.

The villain swallowed, taking a small step forward. “Hero, you have to pull yourself together, or you’re going to get us both captured.”

“I’m trying!”

The villain stared and shook their head in exasperation. They placed their hands on the hero’s shoulders, pulling them away from the wall, and resisted the urge to shake them.

The hero flinched back in their grasp, gasping. “W-what are you—“

“I’m going to hold you now, okay?”

Startled, the hero dropped the hand covering their mouth. They pulled their tear-filled gaze up to peer the vllain in the eye. After a moment, they closed their eyes and managed a slight nod.

The villain carefully pulled the hero against their chest, feeling their breath catch as they wrapped their arms around them; one hand on their back and the other cupping their neck. They held tight as they lowered them both down, settling so that they were kneeling, tangled together on the floor.

The hero clutched to them as they started sobbing again, but for a completely different reason.

The villain stiffened, then cleared their throat uncomfortably. “Uh, okay- just- just listen to my voice. Okay?” they said, rubbing circles in their back in a way they hoped was soothing. “Um- take some deep breaths.”

They sat there for a few minutes, pressed together, the villain whispering soft reassurances as they ran their fingers through the hero’s hair; promising them that it’s over, that they’ll make it out, that everything will be alright.

The hero sniffled, their racking sobs dying down as they were slowly lulled into a sense of comfort by the villain. They rode out what the villain hoped was the final wave of tears, and the villain couldn’t help but find themselves comfortable as well, before they remembered the imminent danger nearby.

The villain’s head snapped up.

Footsteps began approaching the hallway outside. The hero was still upset, the noise drawing too much attention. They didn’t have enough time—

The hero relaxed, exhaling a long, shaky breath, their body still quivering slightly as they slumped, exhausted, against the villain.

Completely quiet, but for a few small sniffles.

The villain still held their breath, their hold tightening around the hero, their head pressed firm to their chest, with the villain’s fingers clumped in their hair.

The footsteps paused, standing outside the corridor for what felt like hours, before finally moving on.

The villain exhaled in relief, but didn’t relinquish their grip.

They were safe, for the moment.

suki desu

Of Monsters And Mondays

tw: family issues, implied abuse, arson, Christian church

Sam loved Mondays.

Monday was hands down the best day of the week. For the simple reason that it wasn’t Sunday anymore and it wouldn’t be Sunday again for a while.

He wished today was Monday. He wouldn’t be here if it was.

But no, it just had to be Sunday morning, 9 o’clock.

Ah fuck, how he despised this hellhole! Every damn week. Again and again. It hadn't changed even a bit since last Sunday, or the one before that, or probably any other Sunday since he'd been baptised here.

Samuel, that's what they'd named him. God hears.

Ironic, wasn’t it? Fast forward 16 long years and God still hadn't ever heard any of his prayers. Or maybe he had and just didn’t care enough to answer any of them. Whatever, made no difference.

Same old place,

same old bullshit.

His gaze travelled up the cracks in the ancient wall, like dead riverbeds carved into the land during a drought, then it flickered past the equally dried up looking image of a crucified Jesus in the stained-glass window. A little further up, he locked eyes with one of the gargoyles lurking on the edge of the roof. Always waiting. Always watching. Ready to pounce the second he turned his back on it.

Same old place,

same old bullshit,

same old monsters.

A horrible dread settled in his stomach, much too familiar and as heavy as the massive wooden door creaking open in front of him. The shadows behind it seemed a little too eager to swallow him. Like the greedy maw that door had turned into in one of his nightmares, where the building had come to live so it could devour him for real.

Not that the place wasn't plenty horrible as it was. He hadn't even set a foot in there and yet he already couldn't breathe. This day was going to suck.

If only he could make himself throw up on demand, then he'd already be puking his guts out all over that pretentious angel statue next to the main gate. Maybe then his mother would have mercy for once, or at least send him home to reflect on what he had done.

Yeah, right! Fat chance.

He cast his mother another pleading look, even when he already knew it would be hopeless.

And of course it was. It always was.

Her cold eyes narrowed, staring daggers at him. The accusation she'd left unspoken rang louder in his ears than the deafening stroke of the bell summoning the churchgoers to worship.

He might have almost been grateful she didn't bring any of it up again. Almost. Because even though she hadn't said anything in a while, she also hadn't smiled at him even once ever since she'd learned the whole truth about him.

What had he been thinking, confiding in her in the first place? He should have known better.

Now something like scorn marked her features every time she laid eyes on him. Disappointment. Disgust. Or perhaps it was just plain disregard for him as a person? Maybe she just didn't think him her son anymore. Maybe all he was to her now was a parental duty left to fulfil, while she awaited the day she could finally erase his presence from her life.

Once upon a secret shared, she may have been the warmth of a summer day, but now, with the deep lines of that scowl on her stony face, she might as well be one of the gargoyles.

And here he’d thought he was supposed to be the monster.

He’d been told he was the one who needed to pray for forgiveness. He was the one who needed to atone for his sins. He was the one who needed fixing. According to all of them, including his own mother, the monster was him.

And perhaps there was some truth to it. Perhaps it was in his nature. It would make sense. For what else could he possibly turn out to be, having a monster for a mother?

But enough of that. He wasn’t going to argue the point today. Nor ever again. Honestly, what good had appealing to his mother’s loving kindness done him so far? She probably didn’t even possess any.

An impatient jerk of her chin towards the open door told him all he needed to know.

Yeah, fuck this. Diplomacy could officially go screw itself!

Sighing deeply, he lowered his eyes, let his shoulders droop and obediently entered the church, for what he’d make sure would be his last Sunday service.

Tonight, he’d take matters into his own hands.

Tonight, he’d burn this godforsaken place down.

Tonight, he’d become the monster they insisted he was.

Come dawn, he’d finally be free. Reborn again a higher being, rising, a phoenix from the ashes of what had been his personal hell in a life he’d leave behind tomorrow.

Things were about to change drastically.

A new day.

A new week.

A new life.

Yet one thing would always remain the same.

Sam loved Mondays.

I was searching for angst and you just fed me with this T-T

Villain coughed, red spilling over their lips in thin rivulets. They forced their hazy vision to focus on Hero, who was kneeling at their side, desperately trying to staunch the bleeding of the gaping wound in their stomach.

They lifted a hand to brush over Hero’s tense fingers. “We....we made a good team, didn’t we?” they whispered hoarsely.

Hero pressed harder on the injury, hands stained with crimson. “No—no don’t talk like that. You’re going to make it.”

Villain managed a weak smile, knowing that they had only a few more minutes. “You need to keep going, Hero. You have to make it home. For me. For all of us.”

Hero tore off a piece of their shirt and tried to use the fabric instead of their palms, but it was drenched in a matter of seconds. “I can’t, Villain.” Their voice cracked. “Not without you. Just...just hold on for a little longer.” They threw the useless cloth off to the side in frustration and looked up at the expanse of empty terrain. “Help!! Please!! Somebody!! Anybody!”

Their cries disappeared into nothingness.

“Please...” They slumped down, a broken sob tearing out of their throat, helpless to do anything as the life slowly seeped out of their lover.

Villain reached up and brushed away one of their tears with a thumb. “It’s okay, Hero. It’s going to be okay,” they rasped. “You’re going to be okay.”

Hero swallowed thickly, grabbing Villain’s hand and holding on tight with their own blood-crusted one. “N-no I’m not,” they choked out. “You...you were everything to me, Villain.”

Villain coughed violently and shuddered, black edging the corners of their eyes. The world seemed to spin and dip and blur together—or maybe it was just their tears.

It was all happening too fast.

“Make it home,” they murmured, barely audible. A heaviness settled deeply on their chest, pulling them into the ground.

They smiled one last time.

“I love you, Hero.”

They didn’t get to hear Hero’s response before they were swiftly bundled away into the blanket of darkness around them.

Thanks a lot for tagging me @nightfrostshadow and @creweemmaeec11 <3 sorry I'm a bit late for this^^ (this chain was so much fun!)

Tagging @kaiwewi and idk who else to tag because I think everyone's been tagged already. So @ anyone who hasn't done this yet and wants to do it:)

Picrew Chain!

So I also wanted to start one ahaha :) Just saw this one on Pinterest so here we go. Pretty sure this must already have been done but I haven’t seen anyone I know do it so hopefully this continues.

Make yourself and tag your friends!

This is the link

I did two because I couldn’t choose a hairstyle :D

I also just realised the black wasn’t black ahaha it made the hair brown but anyways.

Tagging- @amethysts-sideblog , @akawrites000 , @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi​ ,and anyone else who wants to join! 

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Oh hello! It's that time of the month again, thank you ^^ 🌸

I only met you recently, but I headcanon that you're really sweet and would help put others however you can!

I also think you love angst, I don't know why, it's jut the vibe I get haha

Omg this means so much coming from you^^

And yes, you're right, I try to help people however I can, it makes me happy if I can make someone's day better:)

And well yes, I do like angst (but ofc only in stories and fiction, definitely not in reality haha). I guess the reason for that would be- sad stories just stick with me and it's more like an emotional outlet for me, so yeah.

I wish falling in love was as easy as falling for your fics I SWEAR-

Hello! Can you please do something with a female hero and a female villain who are dating but pretend to be enemies around everyone else please? Thank you!

yes of course!  sorry this is a bit short

“Sierra!!  Stop fucking around!”

Sierra sighed.  Did she want to fight Quinn? Of course not.  Was her boss currently giving her a death stare because she hadn’t hit Quinn yet?  Maybe.

Sierra and Quinn had a very.. complicated relationship.  Sierra was a superhero, and Quinn was a villain.  They first met when Quinn was hijacking a bank, and Sierra had been sent to stop her.  Sierra remembered the first thing she thought was ‘Wow. She’s beautiful’.  A grave injury and a blurted-out confession later, the two of them were happily dating.

But, no one knew about their relationship.  That was how Sierra found herself on the battlefield, being yelled at by her superior for going easy on a villain, aka her girlfriend.  She sighed, moving closer to Quinn.  “Quinn..” Sierra hissed, eyebrows raised.  Quinn’s eyes widened in comprehension.  The next thing she knew, her girlfriend was writhing on the ground, moaning in pain.

Sierra tried her best to hold back a laugh at Quinn’s horrible acting.  Quinn caught her eye and winked, causing Sierra to let out an undignified snort.  Her boss looked over at her, confusion evident on her face.  Sierra made sure her body was shielding Quinn’s before kissing her gently.  Quinn stiffened at first, but eventually relaxed and grabbed Sierra’s hand.  The kiss was far too short, in Sierra’s opinion, but there was nothing they could do about that.  Sierra was cursing all the gods above as she pulled away- her stupid boss would start wondering what was taking her so long.  Quinn looked up at her quizzically, and she felt guilt course through her chest.  “I’m sorry about this,” she whispered, caressing Quinn’s face.

“It’s okay baby,” Quinn replied.  “Just hit me,” she said, gesturing to herself.

Sierra knocked her in the jaw, a sick feeling churning in her stomach as she watched Quinn crumple to the ground.  

POWERLESS

The villain noticed that, for whatever reason, the hero was completely off their game. As they fought, their blows had no weight to them, their movements were sloppy, and their blocks could practically be broken by a short gust of wind. And then, in a bizarrely uncharacteristic display of behavior - the hero stole the villain’s usual move when a fight wasn’t going their way - they attempted to flee.

They didn’t get far before the villain tackled them down, straddling the hero’s thighs and pressing their wrists against the ground by their head. They sneered as the hero feebly struggled in their grip.

“So, my supposed ‘nemesis’ is this easy to take down?” The villain scoffed, leaning down close to the hero’s face. “How pathetic.”

It didn’t feel earned. The hero wasn’t usually this weak - they could normally bat the villain yards away like they were merely swatting a fly... but now, in their current state, even a fly could probably best them.

Something was wrong.

“Ugh! LET GO OF ME, ASSHOLE!“ The hero shrieked, squirming desperately underneath the weight of the villain. “Get the FUCK OFF!”

The villain narrowed their eyes, peering down at them, and then paused. Staring at their neck, they noticed an odd mark... a small puncture wound, like the hero’s skin was pierced by something... Oh, shit. They blinked, peering closer. It was some kind of injection... but of what? They removed a hand pinning one of the hero’s arms, because it’s not like they could do anything with it anyway, and held it in front of the hero’s face.

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Huh?” The hero blinked up at them, pausing their thrashing at the sound of the villain’s concerned tone. Then, they huffed, rolling their eyes. “Very funny.”

“What?”

“Wait...” The hero’s brow furrowed. “You mean you don’t know? But it was practically broadcast to all of my-“

The hero was cut off by the sound of a super-weapon charging up, and when they both looked to the side they were greeted by a comically large barrel of a gun.

“Step aside, villain.” Another one of the hero’s enemies called out, a wide smirk spreading on their face as they eased their finger on the trigger of the super-weapon. They aligned their eye with the scope, aiming directly at the hero. “They’re mine.”

The hero cursed under their breath.

Then, yet another enemy flew in, landing in their immediate vicinity with a ready fighting stance. “Ladies first.”

And another. “I call dibs.”

“Well, this is the worst day of my life,” the hero croaked, trembling as they tried to swallow down their panic. “...and probably the last.”

The villain threw up a temporary force field around them, and then pointedly turned their gaze back to the hero.

“I’m going to need an explanation.”

The hero’s eyes had a hopeless glaze in them, but then - out of all things - they laughed. “Haven’t you noticed? I lost my powers! I’m completely fucking powerless!”

The villain’s eyebrows flew up. Oh. The injection... it was some kind of serum that took away their powers... and now they were the easy target of all of their worst enemies, which are currently pounding at the weakening force field.

The hero was throughly doomed. Unless...

“If you don’t want to die today, you’re going to do everything I say.” The villain ground out through their clenched teeth. “Got it?”

“What? You mean that you’re going to help me?” The hero blurted out, then they eyed the villain skeptically. “Why?”

“Now’s not the time for questions.” The villain stated before they rose to their feet. They held their hand out to the hero expectantly. “Now, grab my hand, quick. This force field isn’t going to last much longer.”

The hero brought themselves up to their elbows and bit their lip, brows furrowing as they considered taking the villain’s hand.

The force field shook, destabilizing from the force of the imminent threats awaiting the hero outside.

“Now or never, hero.” The villain said, extending their hand out further.

The hero closed their eyes, exhaling out of their nose as they grit their teeth. A short, contemplative moment passed, as the hero weighed the risks - coming to the conclusion that they were screwed no matter what - and their eyes popped open decisively.

“Fuck it.”

They clasped the villain’s hand, effectively placing their trust - and their life - in the hands of their sworn enemy.

The force field encompassing them fell, leaving them unguarded. Their enemies were on them in seconds, before the villain hastily threw down a smoke bomb from their belt.

Then, with their hands still clasped together, the villain bolted, dragging hero along in tow.

*hugs back*

thank you for the hug <3