I really haven't been active but I do want to post my art here, so here goes nothing
My beloved boys Argos and Mr Plant! I hope the fandom accepts me as a part of them
I really don't know how this thing works, help
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Sidekick Can’t Talk
TW: mention of removal of vocal chords, implied wounds (I clearly have no idea how to tag stuff please let me know if I should add anything or if I did it incorrectly)
The alley was dark and Villain wanted nothing more than to be home. They shoved their hands more deeply into their coat pockets and hoped they wouldn’t get frostbite. Their thoughts were on coffee and ice packs for their bruised ribs. They could thank Hero for the pain. And the limp.
Another day, another fight that had ended in Villain’s humiliation. This time they had barely escaped. They were so deep in their thoughts, they walked right past a huddled figure without thinking twice about it.
What stopped them was the sound of muffled crying.
Villain turned on their heel. They peered into the shadows, walking over to the shape crouched in the darkness.
They recognized them instantly. If only by their mask. The real question was what was Hero’s Sidekick doing on the streets. Villain stood over them awkwardly.
Sidekick didn’t look up, but kept their face in their arms, shoulders shaking.
Villain shrugged. This was not their problem. They turned to leave, working their jaw in a tight circle, and then turned back. They unbuttoned their jacket and draped it over Sidekick.
Sidekick’s gaze flickered up.
Villain tried to look nonchalant. It was rather hard when they were freezing. They were sure their hands were going to be frostbitten by the time they got home. “You good there?”
Sidekick looked at them strangely and Villain suddenly felt distinctly uncomfortable. Sidekick looked– they looked terrified. They gestured for Villain to leave, yanking off the jacket and trying to give it back.
“Hey, hey, no it's okay. You can have it.” Villain smiled, dropping down to Sidekick’s eye level. “Really, I don’t want it.”
Sidekick shook their head frantically, extending the jacket again.
Villain refused to take it. Their eyes narrowed. Something was off. Sidekick had never talked much, but something was off.
“What are you doing out here?”
Sidekick faltered, their gaze dropping. They seemed to curl in on themselves.
Villain reached out, placing a hand on Sidekick’s shoulder. “Sidekick?”
Sidekick jerked away at the touch and as they pulled back, Villain saw the scars. The scars on Sidekick's throat. The kind of scars they would have if someone cut out their vocal chords.
Villain froze for the second time that night, blood rushing to their head. “You– you can’t talk.”
Sidekick shuddered. They shook their head.
Villain had the irrepressible urge to punch the wall. Which was stupid. They had committed worse crimes than this. And yet. And yet this made them angrier than they had even been. They lowered their voice, trying to sound calm. “Was it Hero?”
Sidekick stared straight ahead. They were visibly trembling.
Villain’s voice darkened. “Can you stand? We’re going to get you somewhere safe, and then I’m going to have a little chat with Hero.”
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I know everyone wants to erase the Goncharov remake from their collective minds, but I think it's still worth deconstructing how catastrophically bad and listless Michael Bay's Goncharov (2012) was
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can you believe that we have fanfiction. that we have websites dedicated to fanfiction. that there is a place that you can go and read tens, hundreds, thousands and thousands of pieces of writing that strangers have made. people who are not "writers". people who come home at the end of the day and have feelings and say, i am going to put that into words. i am going to share those words. short, long, sweet, sad, horny, funny, wonderful words. we are all just human and we all love to make and remake and share that with others. can you believe that.
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