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#just fucking hilarious imo
mirohtron · 9 months
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the villain jumped at the sound of a twig snapping.
and then, immediately, felt faint. they pressed their palm to the bleeding wound on their side and tried to pay no mind to the white-hot pain, instead focusing on where the sound had come--from the bushes of this park, long forgotten by the city, along with this little neighbourhood. they peered, blinked hazily. light played from a dim little lamppost onto a figure, a pair of eyes peering back.
oh, how close the villain was to home. and yet, look at how close danger was to them. they drew their knife from their boot with a shaking, blood-slicked hand. they willed their voice not to shake as the lamppost flickered. "out," they called. "now."
from the bushes came a soft gasp, and then rustling. it wouldn't be smart to throw their knife at whoever was there and hope it landed on the target. the villain found themselves considering that option either way.
this park was unkempt, uncared for, the grass going up to their knees. this was where teenagers came to smoke or have unhygienic trysts. the trees, old and heavy with their branches and planted too close, formed canopies. benches lay half-covered in weeds and moss. the lampposts were dim, flickering, with weak bulbs and creaky poles. this was not the best place to fight, especially considering their state. going to the blocks would be much safer.
the villain forced themselves to step away from the rusty lamppost they'd been leaning on and winced when it creaked. they kept their eyes trained on the bushes. they stepped backwards and closer to the gates, knife before them. they ignored every terrible ache in their body, gritted their teeth.
they heard a pained groan. tilted their head to the side.
out, with impossible speed, came something red. the villain could barely comprehend it before a human-shaped weight partially slammed them against one of the stone pillars lining the metal fence, and their shoulder went white with bruising pain when corded muscle hit one of the anti-climb metal spikes. oh, this was so uncomfortable. the corner of the pillar dug into their muscle.
suddenly their entire skin stung, and the villain's body contracted and jumped at a spike of electricity. their vision was hazy, and then quickly the weight shifted, and an annoyingly high nasal voice screeched in their ear.
"oh my god! oh my god, shit, i'm so sorry, i--"
the villain groaned, starting to slide down, but hands caught them by their sides and forced them to lean against the pillar. they blinked spots out of their vision, and a pair of worried, flickering amber-yellow eyes came into their view, along with a nose, slightly bruised, taped with white medical tape.
ah. that explained the terrible voice.
"i'm so sorry," said the person who had slammed them into a fence at light speed. the villain could barely think, barely manage another groan. "holy shit, you're bleeding. i mean, i knew you were bleeding, but not so much--"
no shit, sherlock, the villain wanted to say. but they were stung with another bout of electricity. the speedster yelped and let go, allowing the villain to sink into the knee-high grass. they kneeled and pushed grass away from the villain's body. where did their knife go?
amber-yellow electricity flickered around the speedster's body. the villain glanced up and now saw brown eyes, the amber gone.
"you..." they said, and wanted to hiss it, but ended up sounding just croaky.
"i'm sorry, i don't know how to control it yet," the speedster said, speaking swiftly. but it was unnatural; they enunciated each word properly, but their tongue seemed to move unnaturally fast, like a sped up recording. "i don't know anyone who can help me except you, i mean, you have powers too, right?"
no. the villain merely faked that with tech. but they nodded either way, because they didn't trust themselves to have the mind to omit vital information should they explain that right now.
"so you're not here to kill me," they said in a croaky voice. nonetheless, it sounded pretty all right.
"no! no, i just--i don't trust those heroes."
the villain laughed at that, and then hissed when it sent pain to their side. "good kiddo."
the speedster hovered their hands over the villain's wound, awkward, unsure of what to do, but still eager to help. "i'm not a kid." the speedster said.
"think you'll shock me again?" the villain asked, ignoring the speedster.
"n-no? it only happens when i'm nervous."
"do i make you nervous?"
the speedster frowned. "i dunno, do you like getting electrocuted?"
that almost made the villain laugh again, but instead they just settled for a grin. they held out their bloody hand. "get me up."
the speedster pulled their arm around their neck. "ew," they complained, queasy about the sticky blood. but they lifted the villain up and apologised when the villain groaned and led them out of the park.
"tell me about your powers," the villain said, so that they'd have a distraction from their pain.
relief spread over the speedster's face, like they'd been eager to share their story. "oh, it was a mess how i got it. i, like, visited the rich part of the city for a university interview. i got lost, and, like, i had money. i thought i'd get something to ease up, you know?"
the villain chuckled and bit down on the pain that bloomed from it. the speedster huffed but righted their body and went on. their voice fluctuated between nasal and normal, like they were putting care to incorporate their stomach into their breathing.
"so i walked into this shady place. fuck, dude, it was this horribly surveillanced lab. i touched something i shouldn't have—i didn't even need weed to be that stupid!—and spilled some chemicals i didn't know about. it was raining that day too, and, like, it blew out the electricity. i stumbled into something, turned something on. i got shocked so hard that i should've died, but i woke up surrounded by these scary, suited-up people. and i got scared, and i started, like, vibrating and electrocuting these guys. i saw a window to escape, so i ran. i ran back home. slammed into a couple walls on the way." they pointed to their broken, bandaged nose. "i don't know how to control this."
for the first time, the villain peered more closely into their face and saw how badly their nose had been taken care of. there was too much stuffing in one nostril, too little in the other. it was not going to heal in a straight line. "i can tell."
the speedster moved their face back, and the villain's knees gave out at yet another electrical shock, pulling the speedster down with them. they gasped.
"i'm so sorry!"
"s'fine." the villain gasped. "you got a medkit at your place?"
"uh-huh."
"take me there."
the speedster blinked. "are you sure?"
"yes."
"aren't you scared i'll hurt you?"
"scared you'll do it on accident."
the speedster frowned, but they lugged the villain on.
their place was small, the paint slightly cracked. outside, their complex appeared run down, the balconies rusted and old, graffiti at the entrance and more on the walls which bordered the complex. but the speedster had made their apartment look as cozy as possible, with warm lights and little trinkets and large posters of bands and movies and television shows plastered to the wall.
"it's not much," the speedster said as they came out of the bathroom, medkit and damp towel in hand. they handed the towl to the villain, who cleaned off the blood from their face and hands.
"it's cute," said the villain. the speedster's twin-sized bed, on which the villain sat, was beside the window that led to one of the balconies, slide up to allow cold night air in. not all buildings in this part of the city had balconies, and for the ones that did, they were too old to safely stand on. the villain noted that the speedster's balcony was tipped slightly downwards.
the speedster placed the medkit down beside their desk, and the villain pulled it towards their body, opening it and pulling out the hydrogen peroxide. the villain eyed their torn suit and their wound and sighed and pulled the top off, neck first so it wouldn't stretch unnecessarily.
electricity flickered, and the villain looked up to see the speedster decidedly not looking at them, standing awkwardly. they smiled. "i don't make you nervous, you said?"
"didn't say shit."
the villain directed their smile to the bottle and pulled out the cotton, wetting it. they hissed as they dabbed at the wound. the speedster shifted on their feet. "how long since you've had these powers?"
"...three days."
"hm."
"what?"
the villain took out the gauze and bandage with one hand and made a come hither motion with the other. the speedster bent to their level, and the villain ripped off their bandage.
"ah!" the speedster yelped, jumping back in a flash of electricity, covering their nose. they glared up at the villain, eyes amber-yellow, electricity in their pupils. "what the hell, man!"
"look at your nose," the villain murmured. "it's getting better already." that bruising from earlier was completely gone.
the speedster blinked, removing the cotton from their nostrils, half-bloody. they breathed in through their nose. "holy shit."
the villain raised their eyebrows. "super healing. electricity. super speed." they leaned back on an arm, tilting their head. "aren't you something."
the speedster pinched their nose. "it only aches."
"come here."
at that the speedster's attention came to them again. they stood straight, eyes accusing. "don't do something like that again."
"it's nothing like that." the villain gestured towards them with the gauze and bandage. "dress my wound."
the speedster blinked once more, but they came to the villain's side and kneeled, happy to help, and obediently dressed the wound.
the villain looked down at them with dark eyes, legs spread. "how eager you are," they murmured, "to get between my thighs."
the speedster made a flustered noise and flashed with electricity, prepared to run back, but this time the villain was fast enough to yank them onto bed. the speedster yelped, cheeks red. the villain came close. the speedster scooted back.
"uhm," the speedster said, wide-eyed. their hair was floating up now, static electricity buzzing around their body. the villain felt the hair on their arms rise, but they pushed forward regardless. "aren't you worried i'll, like, shock you?"
"aren't you worried," the villain murmured, and placed a hand on their heaving chest, "that i'll do bad things to you? i'm a villain, after all."
the speedster made a funny noise. "like--" they cleared their throat. "like what?"
the villain leaned in, breath brushing delicately against the shell of their ear. "like this," they whispered, and shoved the speedster out onto the balcony.
the speedster yelped, and then sat up, looking at them in shock.
the balcony creaked on rusted hinges. the villain yanked the window down just as the speedster moved to climb back inside.
they stared at the villain in hopeless dread.
the balcony gave. the speedster plunged. and then the balcony underneath their's fell under their weight, and so on and so forth, a horrible cacophony of rusted, creaking metal giving way over and over again, the result of the city's municipality forgetting this run-down neighbourhood.
when there was no more sound the villain opened the window and peered down to look at the speedster lying in bloody metal. they groaned like a wounded animal.
in the low light of the streetlights the villain watched the speedster's body heal, the bones mending, the skin stitching itself.
delicately, they perched their chin over their palm. "i'll help," they said. "but i'll help as bad guys do. and if i ask for favours, consider it a chance to pay off this debt." they checked their nails idly, and picked at the grime underneath. god, this new development was making them feel better already.
the speedster wailed.
"don't worry, darling!" they called. "i'll fashion a nice suit for you as a gift." wound and aching body forgotten, they fished out one of the speedster's clothes and tugged it on, and headed down to help their new...sidekick? apprentice? whatever the speedster had just become to them, the villain was glad they were their problem to handle.
this was going to be one hell of a ride.
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zhongli-lover-69 · 11 months
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feeling insane abt javert again.
he is a fascinating character to analyze + compare against valjean + is such an interesting personification of the faults of the french legal system, of the way lawfulness can become twisted when not tempered by mercy. dedication to the flawed human construct of justice versus dedication to the religious concept of mercy + forgiveness.
but. more importantly: javert is fucking hilarious. his sense of humor is so dry + off-putting. he takes himself so seriously but his comments are so jarringly silly. i adore my fucked up little plot device of a man.
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melloneah · 3 months
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WHY CANT I WRITE FIC IN 2 LANGUAGES AT A TIME????? there’s a polish phrase i wanna put in it SO DESPERATELY and i find it so funny but……no direct translation 💔💔💔
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hydrangeyes · 5 months
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I really do love how the fandom has their ship but man do I wanna see a bit more of the rivals to codependent to lovers route more
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transxfiles · 1 year
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so SO funny how the entire narrative is trying to push misty to get together with walter. like he is clearly at least kinda crushing on her and the directors are paralleling them and the writing is trying to push them together. meanwhile misty keeps going "i would like to see nat again please. stop talking to me." walter looks at misty with big eyes like PLEASE we only need ONE hotel room RIGHT and misty says, "two hotel rooms. i would like a separate one. yeah put it under a separate name. freak." and leaves him in the dust.
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sage-nebula · 2 years
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Tbh, I think it's kind of a waste that the flickies were dropped from Tails' super form in later games. Like I just kind of find it hilarious that while Sonic, Shadow, and arguably even Knuckles go Super Saiyan when they go super, Tails goes Super Disney Princess and summons birds that attack whoever tries to mess with him. I just think it's really funny.
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woundedheartwithin · 1 year
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I like the idea of angry teenage Yagami just following Kaito around yk1 Majima Everywhere style and just jumping him from trash cans and shit
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michiganmerchant · 1 year
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please do not read the tags i am being insane at 10pm on a sunday night
#thinking. perhaps even thoughting. thunking.#<- new tag because i am Insane#anyways shipping disease is real etc etc but. i love luke hughes because i also love brandt clarke#and i want to put them together like two barbie dolls !!!#listen LISTEN luke/brandt is like me and two other people in the fucking boat but it's such a good one#it's also completely made up in my head but. well. look.#luke/brandt is the only appealing hughes ship to me! i dont know why!#quinn/elias does not do anything 2 me (quinn/elias/brock DOES but also not a. ccanucks fan)#no jack ship inspires me Enough but he and nico are kind of cute?#but luke and brandt bitch4bitch... oh that's good stuff right there mhmm 100%#it's just. it's the way luke is such a peculiar and funky little guy like of course#he had to go... not fall in love but something to the left and darker than that with the boy he used to beat up during ministicks#also hilarious how they're both dmen! opposite sides too! wow you could put them togeth-[gets shot]#i think soecifically the idea of examining luke and his little guy bitch vibes via brandt i#who is also little guy bitch and them being narrative foils 2 each other when they are Not the same person its like WOW!!!#i want to write (no i dont i want to read actually) about luke and his tenacity when confronted with a bite that's just as bad as his#luke and his youngest brother weight of expectations successful brother vs brandt being the best clarke at hockey in his family#they're around the same point imo in their development curve and its going to be SUCH a battle i know#because they play similar games#and i think brandt heightens luke's competitiveness! and his competitiveness is part of what makes him- HIM!#in conclusion i am going to watch lak vs njd even though i do not like any of these teams in the slightest!
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puppsworld · 1 year
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they’re buddies, me thinks
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catoscloves · 2 years
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"elena's such a bitch when she and damon are together she's so much better of a person when she and stefan were dating" like both of them are terrible only elena's actions reflect on her morality not who she's dating stop that at once
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crehador · 1 year
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this season’s astonishingly mediocre romcoms are making me realize shikimori was waaaaaay better than i originally gave it credit for
#crab watches#various things#tomo-chan is actually alright but the bits are pretty hit or miss since no two characters have THAT much chemistry with each other#i do like tomo and jun together in general#they have a nice dynamic and i dig their backstory (always a sucker for childhood friends)#as for ice guy... lmao a big yikes of a final episode today#overall this was such a soothing series and my main gripe (before today) was just its comedic timing#the bits almost all felt like they were 1.5 to 2 times longer than they needed to be#probably the series could've told the exact same story even with half-length episodes#the pacing of the relationship development was also imo not the best#wish they'd gone the horimiya route of having the couple get together and then just showing the relationship for a while#anyway new main gripe is the random fucking shotacon vibes in the final episode COULD WE NOT HAVE DONE WITHOUT#in hindsight there were warning signs#the first time himuro turned into a kid for magic yuki-onna reasons was actually kind of hilariously cute#like ''oh no the guy who's a yuki-onna descendant got too hot and melted on a company retreat in okinawa and#now he's turned into a kid in front of the colleague he has a crush on'' that's funny#but definitely not a joke worth visiting twice especially since the second visit was less ''funny'' and more ''suggestive''#i will admit that it is reasonable for himuro to get all flustered when falling into a bed with fuyutsuki#even though his body changed into that of a child his mind is unchanged and this is still the woman he's crushing hard on#but tf was she getting flustered for too?? girl that is a child rn??? compose yourself#anyway these tags are getting absurdly long so i guess this is now#parting thoughts
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llycaons · 1 year
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ugh I can't believe parks and rec is over 10 years old
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coilheads · 1 year
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pokemon sc/vi is a lot better than i expected
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dailyoyo · 26 days
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all that said. despite so much of this stuff being heavily future-based. i find og jsr more fun to actually Play LMAO
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futurefind · 10 months
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//The sudden realization that Pseudo-Servant/Thetis!Rea (esp if she's also Master) has the most chaotic potential/dynamic due to the combo of shounen protag magnetism/unflappable all-loving-ness and Goddess Core:
Douman.
They're both gremlin bastards and more importantly fking Nerds wrt magecraft (if in v disparate ways), and more specifically he focuses on curses. Her Divinity eats them for breakfast.
Just. They keep crafting honing and throwing ever-higher levels of Shit at Rea hoping for something, anything,
And then she just uses any level of active magecraft to counter it and oop there it goes. Gg + gl next time ig
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sovaharbor · 1 year
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save our friends warrior of light stuff blah blah blah blah blah anyways dilf man brainrot LOOK HOW CUTE THEY ARE NEXT TO EACH OTHER!!!!!!!!!
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