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one-time-i-dreamt · 5 months
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A bunch of my friends had super powers and my job was to get the swarms of press out of the room we were in. One of the reporters snuck past me and asked a friend what their power was. He answered, "Well, for every single chicken nugget you can eat, I can eat two chicken nuggets. But that's not a power, that's just talent."
It's been years and I still think about it.
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Hi! Could you do one where a male med student is sent in to patch up a male supervillain that is being tortured? And although the supervillain is restrained and his power locked down, the student is still terrified to be in the same room alone with him. (Doesn't help that the supervillain is wild and terrifying) An maybe there's that ominous threat looming over the student from whoever his superiors are. Only if you find time for it or want to!
Dylan was painfully aware of the desperate thumping of his heart. He was painfully aware of the fact that the villain could hear it; the villain's worst powers might have been dampened, but the super-senses had been left alone, hadn't they?
He was painfully aware, too, that those had only gone untouched because it was so much easier to hurt someone when they had a superior sense of touch and sight and sound and smell. Everything was magnified.
The room smelled like chemicals and blood.
Dylan swallowed. He tried to will his legs to move closer to the villain, who was thrashing against his restraints in perfect vicious promise of just what he would do to everyone the second he was free. There was a low feral growl rumbling in the older man's throat as his wild eyes locked on Dylan.
Dylan did not, could not, get himself to move. He had to get himself to move.
"I'm - sorry -" He struggled to find his sense of calm, his professionalism, his everything he was supposed to have trained for and oh god medical school didn't cover this bullshit. "I can patch you up if you hold still. Er-" He managed to start crossing the room.
"You come anywhere near me," the villain bared his teeth, "I'll bite that little rabbit-thumping carotid right out."
Dylan stopped. "I am allowed to call someone in to restrain you or sedate you further. I-"
"-Are you threatening me, doc?"
"No! No. I -" oh god, oh god, oh god, "it is easier to treat you if you're conscious. But they told me I could. If you didn't cooperate. I'd rather not." He wet his dry lips. "I don't want to hurt you."
The villain eyed him at that, sneered, but then, after another (useless) yank at his restraints, settled still. It couldn't be called a slump, or anything so deflated or close to surrender. There was a beat of silence.
"Oh," Dylan said, and scurried forwards. "Thanks. Thank you."
The villain was wound tight and Dylan had to resist the urge to clamp a hand over his throat, just in case.
The villain probably couldn't reach to bite his carotid artery out. He probably couldn't actually do that anyway.
Probably.
Dylan set his supplies down on the small side table, no doubt cleared of the devices that had left the villain's wounds in the first place. Even with the table bare, the observations still floated clinically through Dylan's brain without his permission.
Scalpel. Hard, blunt object. Cigarette.
He shoved it aside and got to work. Start with the worst and most urgent wounds, and work backwards. The familiar motions, the job, soothed him.
"You're a student," the villain said, breaking the silence after a long while.
Dylan jumped.
"I know what I'm doing." Dylan tried (failed) for a reassuring smile. "You're in good hands."
"Why have they sent me a student? Are you being punished?"
Dylan swallowed again, and wished he could find something flippant and quippy to say. He felt like he'd tried to eat a mouthful of sand. Sand with bits of broken glass in it.
"I heal," he said instead. His superiors hadn't said he had to keep it to himself, so...maybe it would help if the villain thought they were the same. Maybe. Maybe then he'd stop looking at the top of Dylan's head like he was considering performing a brain autopsy with his bare hands.
The villain stared at him. Dylan did not feel less like the villain might snap and try an impromptu brain autopsy.
"You probably can't kill me," Dylan said, "even if you - er - that thing you said you'd do." Eloquent, so eloquent, really. He kept his eyes trained on anything that wasn't the villain's face. "I heal. It's my superpower."
"How fast do you heal?"
Dylan shivered, because he was pretty sure the answer to that was not fast enough.
The villain laughed. It was a proper, maniacal laugh. Dylan wanted to curl up in a ball, but he didn't let his hands shake.
"Expendable little baby doctor," the villain cooed. "I see. No doubt you volunteered. Did it make you feel all noble, protecting your peers from the big bad monster in the basement?"
Dylan had most certainly not volunteered.
"I'm going to get the blood off your face now. Please don't bite me, I'm trying to help."
"Do you have your rabies shots?"
"I don't believe for a second you're actually rabid. You have none of the symptoms."
The villain grinned sharp and wide, making new blood crack along his swollen lip again and dribble down. But, when Dylan reached up with a warm-water damp cloth, he didn't bite. Dylan dabbed gently at the blood.
Up close, the villain's wild dark eyes looked more exhausted than his general demeanour let on. Dylan wished he could offer painkillers. Something. He quickly looked away again.
Dylan was painfully aware of the red bleeping light of the cameras watching them from every angle. He was painfully aware of how careful the villain's breathing had got, with his closeness, like the villain was counting each sore breath.
Dylan was just...in pain, and aware, how easily their places could have been swapped. The villain was no doubt painfully aware of everything too.
Dylan's still thumping heart. The cold sweat prickling along the back of his neck. Everything about him must surely have been too loud and too raw to the villain's already overloaded senses.
"I've told them," the villain said, "that when I escape I will come after everyone who held me here. Everyone who works in this damned place. Everyone who knew."
When. Not if. Dylan didn't know if that was fake confidence, arrogance, or something else. His heart skipped either way.
"I'm good with faces," the villain continued, much quieter, and Dylan almost wished he would go back to snarling and raging like an animal in a cage. Something just a tad less focused. "I'll remember yours too, doc."
Their eyes met.
"When I escape," Dylan said, so soft that only a villain with super senses could possibly hear the words in the breath. "I'm going to run so hard and so fast that no one ever finds me again. I suggest you do the same."
He stepped back, just as the villain jolted forwards again, missing him by inches. Dylan heard the snap of teeth clacking in the air where he had been.
Healing blood. It burned through all power dampeners. Through all painkillers and sedatives and chemicals that might wound. Through everything. It took most people a lot longer to figure that out. Dylan's superiors hadn't even figured that bit out.
The villain was smarter, more calculating, then he acted, wasn't he?
They eyed each other again.
He let the cloth fall back into the bloody-pink tinged bowl, job done.
"See you later," Dylan said. "Unless you escape before then."
"Until next time, little doctor."
He felt the villain's eyes on his back all the way out.
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mr-shimurka · 1 year
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Best fiend forever💘
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worrywrite · 27 days
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Secret project. Day 4 poll 1 (I'm starting to lose track of things but at least I remembered to do it today).
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veganpsychedelephant · 9 months
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softandwigglybones · 24 days
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Alright now, let's discount going for the "most powerful" or "most versatile" or whatever.
What superpower would you have? Which one fits you as a person, based on personality, backstory, etc.
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dungeonmalcontent · 26 days
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Secret project poll, day 5 poll 1
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fallengrain · 1 month
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ACKKKKKKKKK! MY HEARTTTT!
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procrasticus · 3 months
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Recent team drawing, I like this team of heroes I made
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xenojiva69 · 3 months
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Billy betraying his companions...
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one-time-i-dreamt · 1 year
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I can shoot bubble out of my finger at incredibly high speed and I used that power to assassinate the president.
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dinhui · 1 month
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whumpasaurus101 · 2 years
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Summer of Whump- Day 22- Magical Exaughstion
ONE OF MY FAVOURITE TROPES, I HAD TO!!!!
@summer-of-whump
Cw: Sidekick referred to as kid but is 17/18/19, magical exaustion, sidekick whump.
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“Again,” Villain instructed. Sidekick whimpered, lowering their shaking arms, “P-please Villain, I cant… it's too heavy!!!” Villain sighed, squeezing the bridge of their noise with their thumb and pointer finger, “That was an order, Sidekick, not a request.”
“Villain, i cant, I really cant!!!”
Villain growled, backhanding Sidekick hard across the face, “You think you're better than me, don't you? You think you don't need all this training. Making me out to be the bad person here. I saved you sidekick, I put a roof over your head and I can easily take it all away from you.” 
Sidekick’s eyes blew wide, “N-no.. please.. I'm sorry, I don't think that at all!!!” Villain took a step forward, “Then.do.it.again.” Sidekick gulped, shakily lifting their hand as they quickly used their powers to lift Villain’s car, lifting it up with grunt and setting it back down to the ground. “Good, now teleport.” 
Sidekick bit their lip to hold in a whimper. They closed their eyes and blipped to the inside of the car before back to their original position, stumbling slightly but managing to catch themself. Villain simply nodded, “Good. Now suit up, we have our mission today.”
Sidekick nodded, quickly running into the base and into their room. Their hands shook like mad as they changed into their uniform. Keep yourself together. It was too much. Villain’s constant training was ruining them. Everytime they teleported, they felt as if they could collapse, everytime they lifted something heavy, they felt as if their knees would collapse from under them.
Oh shut it, stop feeling sorry for yourself.
They let out a sigh, looking at themselves in the mirror, fluffing their hair slightly before dusting down their uniform and nodding. They thought it would be best not to collapse before the mission so they walked back to Villain who was waiting for them outside the base. 
“Oxford bank, teleport us there.”
Sidekick gulped, quickly blinking back tears as they slowly nodded. They placed their hand on Villain’s shoulder, closed their eyes and blip.
They quickly clung onto Villain as they stumbled, starting to feel weak, “S-sorry…” Villain shoved Sidekick’s hand off, “Hurry, grab what you can before Hero gets here.” 
Sidekick nodded once more before running into the bank, trying to ignore how their vision swayed. Villain worked with the safe as Sidekick went to the smaller rooms, full of wads of cash. They took out their bag and quickly shoved as much money as they could into it.
“Drop the bag,” A voice came.
Hero.
Shit.
Sidekick yelped, spinning around quickly, met with Hero’s eyes as they held a gun pointing at Sidekick. Sidekick quickly raised their shaking hands, not dropping the bag, “W-wait… don't shoot…”
Hero smirked, taking the safety off of the gun, “Oh? Then drop.the.bag.” Sidekick whimpered, Villain would kill Sidekick if they ruined this mission!!! “I-I can’t…” “Oh, you cant, can you? You even have a superpower which could save your life right now and you're not even using it. Villain mustn’t be training their Sidekick very well, so why don't we start training?” Hero smirks before quickly firing the gun.
Sidekick cried out, blipping to the other side of the room to dodge the bullet, making Hero chuckle, turning around slowly, “Hm, you don’t look too good, Sidekick, something the matter?” Sidekick couldn't tell them! If Villain found out they had snitched to them, oh boy- they would be dead.
Hero raising their gun once more was enough to make Sidekick blip to their original spot, stumbling sloppily as they clutched onto a vault. Hero chuckled, “Tired already? My my, Villain is a terrible mentor!!!”
Sidekick whimpered, “H-Hero, st-st’p, pl-please….”
Hero barked out a laugh, “Oh, I'm not doing anything, you're the one who's tiring yourself out, dear!!!” They raised the gun once more, Sidekick didn't fall for it this time until they say Hero’s finger slowly press down on the trigger, they yelped and quickly blipped, but this time, they glitched.
They glitched, stumbling into Hero with a sob, their whole body seizing in pain as they broke down crying, “‘m s-sorry…I ca-cant.. Pl-please.. No m-more!!!” Hero’s eyebrows furrowed in concern , quickly dropping the gun and holding Sidekick close.
“Woahwoahwoahwoah, kid, hey, it's alright, what happened, buddy?” Sidekick sobbed against Hero, their whole body shaking, in abysmal pain They couldn't manage any words, a cloud of pain filling their brain.
“Sidekick I-” Villain paused, their face darkening, “Let go of my Sidekick, Hero.” Sidekick felt as Hero tightened their grip protectively on Sidekick, “Not happening, what the fuck did you do to them?”
Villian only scoffed, “Oh will you stop falling for their dramatics, they’re fine! Now I suggest you let them go before I make you.”
“Villain, I am not letting this slide, you're clearly not training them properly if they show up to a fight. Their power drained.” Villain’s face darkened as they raised an eyebrow, “Oh, well their power better not be drained because I warned them what would happen if they run out of power so they can’t teleport us home.” 
Hero felt Sidekick flinch against them, realizing their mistake. Hero only ran a hand through Sidekick’s hair gently, feeling how they leaned into the touch. Villain took a step forward, hand raised, fire blazing from their palm, “Let.Them. Go.”
Sidekick looked around them, just before Villain’s blaze could touch Hero, Sidekick raised their shaky arm, picking up a money box from the corner of the room, using all the rest of their power to move the box through the air at full speed, quickly knocking it into Villain’s face, sending them sprawling back unconscious.
Sidekick fell limp against Hero, just about conscious, Hero held them tight and gently rubbed their back, “Heyheyhey, it's alright, I got you kid, you're safe. You don't have to put up with them anymore.”
Sidekick sobbed into Hero’s shoulder, clinging onto Hero’s shirt as tight as they could.
Pathetic.
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My favourite songs from March (in no particular order):
Fifty-Fifty - BAE173 His Car Isn't Yours - WENDY SUPER POWER - LUN8 HEYDAY - XODIAC Switch On - HIGHLIGHT BOX - NCT DREAM LIGHTHOUSE - TEMPEST Broken Heart - AMPERS&ONE BAD - Kim Nam Joo ON MY LIPS - ICHILLIN'
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