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kittykody · 14 hours
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SHORT BOTW COMIC CAUSE WHY NOTTTT (I love making myself sad💔)
anywayyy failed hero au cause yeahhh
YIPPE (my fingers hurt from drawing on my phone 😿)
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captainpirateface · 3 months
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I am a failed Hero.
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traditionalbird · 1 year
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It hurt. Everywhere.
It hurt along my arms where the sharp edge of the blade had dragged along the skin. It hurt where the skin of my back had been flayed open by a whip. It hurt where a red hot iron had pressed into my skin and burned the flesh. And it hurt—oh how it hurt—where they had stabbed my stomach. I was dazed and my head pounded, I think I still had the dregs of a drug in my system. I stumbled along on wobbly legs trying to keep pressure on my stomach. I glance behind me and scan the area, the road, the building, the alleyways I couldn’t see anyone following me, hadn’t the last fifty times I checked, but I still felt eyes watching me. 
I couldn’t believe I had escaped. It didn’t seem real. 
I had escaped.
But they hadn’t. 
Because they were dead. They were dead.
I barely knew where I was but I managed to spot  familiar road leading up to the last person I would ever want to admit weakness to. I stumbled up his drive and thumped my fist wearily on the door. Funny, I thought leaning on the doorframe and trying not to faint, it always seems like they would be in some lair or cave maybe hidden in an active volcano or have a moat around it or something.  Maybe with bats or snapping crocodiles. 
The door opens and I almost fall onto the entryway floor. They [villan] looks shocked as I sway on their doorstep. “I just...I didn’t know where else to go.” I try and think as my head grows fuzzier. And then I don’t think I just succumb to darkness
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cuineart · 9 months
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Treat yours̶e̶l̶f̶ kid 🍦🍭💙
I love found families 🥰
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hyakunana · 6 days
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POV: Even with advantage and buffs, your local folk hero just rolled 1 in Intimidation
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ghostbsuter · 5 months
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Danny had everything under control! He did!
It's dark out, time ticking to zero, and he's desperately trying to hide the baby yeti along the shadows of the alleys.
He's so so dead. Even more than he is right now. Turning full ghost even.
When Frostbite finds out that he'd taken his eyes off Snowdrift for five seconds and ended up in the living realm with no preparation, very short notice, or plan, he will never trust Danny with babysitting again!
Oh ancients.
"Hey there— is that a yeti?"
Great, a hero.
Swirling around, Danny stands in front of Snowdrift, hiding their form barely, their fluff and form peeking from behind the legs.
"No—"
"Greetings! My name is Snowdrift!"
Danny glances at the yeti cub as they stand next to him.
"Snowdrift, this is a stranger danger situation, remember what I told you about those?"
The cub peers up at him, confused. "Name no name and call for Dad?"
The teen nods.
Snowdrift looks at the hero, and a light bulb goes off. They quickly slide back behind Danny's form, simply peeking from the side now, curious.
"You saw nothing." The halfa turns to the hero, grinning nervous yet threatening.
"I'm not sure this is how it goes—"
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earthtooz · 1 year
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one big brain dump tbh but a lot of fluff and swearing !
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you fall for bakugou katsuki first.
he's unstoppable, a force to be reckoned with in the hero world. many have had their eyes on bakugou ever since he was a mere hero course student. safe to say he did not disappoint.
now climbing to one of the top hero spots, dynamight is widely adored by japan. despite crowning one of the most 'undesirable' personalities a hero can have, his fans equated him to a pomeranian and moved on to the latest papparazi photo taken at the time.
before the public, you adored bakugou katsuki first.
as a classmate, he pushed you to your limit without even knowing, invigorating you with a spirit to keep fighting. as a friend (you got there in the end), he entertained you with his grumbling, liked to carry your bag for you despite your reluctance, and kept you company throughout rigorous study periods.
somewhere along the way, you realised you adored bakugou katsuki, a lot more than friends should.
now as a coworker in his agency, he keeps you company during late hours, sends you off on missions with a 'come back alive, idiot', and delivers you gifts when things are going rough.
fate plays her cards and bakugou katsuki now finds himself falling even harder for you. five years after your revelation.
when he looks you in the eye there is something akin to determination in them and it alights pure admiration in his veins. despite your kindness, you are strengthened by ambition and purpose alone, and he finds himself caught in your magnetic field.
but these newfound feelings come to him as effortlessly as water flows down a stream after a downpour; destined to feel this way for you, helpless against the currents of life. after a long drought, he feels refreshed and rejuvenated by the energy you bring to his life.
he loves the little notes you stick on his desk, often paired with smiley faces, stupid jokes, or reminders that range from 'drink water!' or 'see you at the meeting at 1! :p'. he loves the daily lunch runs you have together, sometimes it's easier to get to work when he knows you're there with him. he loves that you're workout buddies, always giving him extra 'fun' challenges during his session by sitting atop him during push-ups or planks, or clinging to him like a koala as he does pull-ups.
bakugou katsuki loves you so naturally that you've been embedded in the little cracks of the hectic lives you both lead.
you're his homescreen and lockscreen, there's a plushie you gave him in third year sitting in his large-ass bedroom, there's a photo of you and him on his office desk, even more polaroids at home, and there's a designated mug for you in his cabinet for when you come over. it's used approximately twice a week.
bakugou doesn't want to show it, really, he doesn't, but he finds himself staring at you too often, too softly. there's a multitude of paparazzi photos of you two, the cameras catching the obvious shift in his eyes when it's you he's next to, looking at you with a grin as you ramble excitedly to him.
mina's never fails to send one whenever she sees them.
she even sent him a photo that was taken whilst he was walking through the street, too engaged with his phone to realise cameras pointed at him. the wild part is that there is a gentle, heartfelt smile etched on his face.
‘texting y/n? down bad.’
the acid user was blocked that day. she was right though.
the sad part is that he can recall exactly which text you sent that had him that giddy; it was a selfie of you and a pomeranian from patrol, paired with some joke that you found bakugou whilst out. whilst he would've blown anyone up who made the comparison to his face, he found himself zooming in on your bright smile, heart aching with a familiar longing.
he hates you. he hates you so bad that it hurts not to have you.
every reminder that you weren't his pains him even more. at his core, bakugou is nothing more than a bitter, jealous son of a bitch, but he can't help it. he's sacrificed too much to get to the top, but he doesn't want to lose you.
not when you look so beautiful- so ethereal laughing with that extra ‘hero’, monoma. under the gala lights, in your outfit, you were truly beautiful, and bakugou finds himself stunned by your allure, stomping over to you in a vulnerable moment of bewitchment.
he doesn't know how many people he pushed aside in the crowd, ignoring their grunts and gasps to reach you.
you, sweet, radiant, undeniable you find him first, meeting him in the middle with an even brighter smile.
despite being in the middle of a stuffy, packed floor, filled to the brim with heroes, sidekicks, reporters and managers alike, it is only you and bakugou. the intimacy causes him to feel overwhelmed by your glow; the tie he's donning suddenly tightening around his neck, causing him to choke on his words.
there's a sudden urge to get to his knees and start praising the ground you stand on.
"hi," you murmur.
"hey,” he responds, briefly scanning you up and down. “you look nice.”
you laugh at his compliment, masking the violent heartbeat of your chest. "thank you, katsuki. i think you look dashing."
the blond offers you his arm. you take it without much thought. "of course i do. if i wanna stand next to you i have to look worthy of it."
you fall first for bakugou katsuki.
but he's waiting at the bottom to catch you in his arms.
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kil-luna · 1 year
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bakugou is a dumbass. he would never, ever confess first no matter what. the idiot in him would think that confessing first would mean he would lose.
and you aren't someone who can muster the courage to speak to him about your feelings, so no feelings are talked about at all.
and katsuki will hate every single second of it. he would hate how he could be with you now if only YOU would confess the hell up already. 
that’s why you two entered in your relationship in the strangest way; everyone knew you were together but the two of you. even if you two weren’t aware of this because you didn’t put any label in your relationship, you sure did act like a couple, so there wasn’t any difference at all.
“its been almost a year, i think. is that right? what will you do for your first year anniversary?” momo asked you one night. everyone was gathered in the living room of the UA dormitory so almost everyone heard, including bakugou. he was about to go upstairs to sleep, but then he was certain that momo was talking to you, so before he could think, he already blurted out, “HAAAH? anniversary? this dumbass? WITH WHO?!” he was never really concerned about anyone else’s relationship. they could all get married for all he care. however, he was surprised that YOU were in a relationship with someone who isn't him. that's not how it's supposed to happen.
almost instantly after his ridiculous question, everyone turned their heads to his direction. “WITH YOU!”
“WHAT THE FUCK?!”
again, bakugou is a dumbass.
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drac-kool-aid · 11 months
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I like the reading that the Romani did actually try to post Jonathan's letters, that they were caught by Dracula, and he then lied about their duplicity to Jonathan. It's clearly not the read that Bram intended, but he's dead, and I'm not. (Yes, that was a Death of the Author joke)
Anyway, let's take this a logical step further! In a mirroring of what he did with the three roommates, what if this was another "test" both for Jonathan and the Romani.
He knows he's going to have to start having people around again soon to help with the arrangements for the trip, but (if you ascribe to the idea that he hadn't initially planned to let Jonathan live after his initial use was done) he hadn't accounted for his captive to still be running about the castle.
He's already seen proof that Gothic Heroine Jonathan Harker has the power to turn even the most cowed peasants to his side, as seen by the townsfolk and the carriage folk already, so now he's got to nip this in the bud because Jonathan needs to think he is isolated, needs to view him as his only form of safety.
So, Dracula carefully keeps watch, and lo and behold, the Romani DO attempt to help Jonathan. Well, it's a good thing he anticipated this.
So, he interrupts the delivery of the letters, maybe pushes the idea that he's omniscient of all that goes on in Castle Dracula cause who's going to call him out and people are less likely to attempt anything if they are under constant surveillance, maybe maims or kills a few people to really push the consequences of helping again.
Okay, that's one part done. Now, for Jonathan, he can once more enforce the idea that Jonathan can only turn to him for protection, increase his feelings of isolation, and destroy his trust. He can happily torment him as he sees fit, and everyone is too shaken by their disastrous first attempt to try again.
Anyway, long story short, interpreting the text as "maybe the Romani people are good and aren't a racist caricature" actually gives a more interesting reading. Also, it allows them to parralel Jonathan's plight as people who are forced due to circumstances to obey Dracula, as he is the least likely to kill them right this second.
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ao3-crack · 1 year
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fried-manto · 2 years
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Oyasumi.
Click the pictures for better quality.
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wonder-vixen · 2 years
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Damn Russians are going to turn me on when I wake up
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Ok but Jason grace having to like kill ppl.
Killing demigods for Lupa that didn’t pass the tests. Killing for the legion to keep order.
He’s a kid and doesn’t rlly understand the gravity of his actions. People died all the time in the Wolf House and legion.
It was only fair… right?
He didn’t have to do it much any more now he was older, but no one ever said ‘hey that’s messed up’
Until he met the 7
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coldshrugs · 19 days
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take a deep breath
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take a deep breath
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take a deep breath
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vierapril day 10: breath
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redkelpfish · 1 year
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Jason Todd is a damn good example of how superheroes can’t be parents. I’m not saying heroes should be forbidden from having children, but the moment you do, you choose one or the other. You either cease to be a hero or you must fundamentally fail your child.
Because that’s the basis of being a parent—choosing your child. Day in and day out, no matter what. There is no bigger picture, no greater good. Between a bus full of people and your kid, your kid has to count on you to be the one person in the world who would let the bus fall. A hero can’t do that. A hero shouldn’t do that.
Jason Todd so desperately wanted Bruce, his father, the one person he needed to let the bus fall. But Bruce had chosen “hero” two decades ago, and there was no room for Jason Todd, son. So Jason Todd, Robin died a martyr with no one left to carry the cause. An unfortunate casualty. He came back as the only thing left, the only version of Jason Todd that a clown didn’t beat to death in warehouse in Ethiopia. Jason Todd, son. And there was no father. He kept reaching and reaching and there should have been something to meet him. But Bruce Wayne was a hero. And Jason Todd was a son.
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ASOIAF discourse would be a lot more fun if we all realized that every single person who has been put in a position of leadership/rulership fails in one way or another. Jon and Dany failing is not an indictment on their abilities to lead or rule. They’re kids, they still have shit to figure out. Given “what was Aragorn’s tax policy”, I doubt GRRM will write a story that will feature the appearance of a most perfect ruler ever who will be a total success instead Jon and Dany who were tOtAl FlOpS. Especially if this person has no previous experience that has been detailed within the text itself. That’s not only antithetical to the series, but also not how you write a narrative.
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