Confidence shattered and/or tears of fear + eager inexperienced hero realizing they're out of their depth?
Nails dig hard into their cheeks to stop any noise from escaping them.
They feel so ridiculously useless, and so out of their depth, curled up behind the car as they try to steady the deep panic that’s shaking their lungs. The hero had been training to be perfect; these were the problems they were made to deal with.
“You’re sloppy,” comes the supervillain’s voice, and the hero doesn’t dare let a squeak escape from their hand, clamped so hard over their mouth their knuckles have gone white. Footsteps crunched against the glass from around the car.
They should’ve never provoked the supervillain. What had they been thinking? So high on their pedestal, completely unaware of the reality that would come crashing down on them. The reality that, no - they weren’t perfect. In fact, the hero was starting to realise they were hardly special at all.
They hear the deafening sound of bullets spray against the side of the car, and they flinch violently, nails digging harder into their cheeks, begging themselves not to make a noise. They hear a distinct click, metallic clanking on the ground, and then a sharp, yet languid sigh from the supervillain.
Their ears strain, listening to the sound of their footsteps leading away.
They were leaving.
The hero dared tilt their head to the side, suppressing the whine that was bubbling in their throat when their bloodied injuries flared up. Blood pounded through their skull, daring to sink back against the car, lowering their hand.
The hero was certain they would have found them, sunk enough lead into them that they would’ve been dead before they could even scream. But they were okay.
They released a shuddering breath, tears stinging their eyes. They refused to let them fall right now, desperately trying to pick up the pieces of their shattered, blind confidence they’d weilded. Their technique had been no match for them - the supervillain had countered every blow, blocked every move, hit them so hard they were dizzy. And the hero hadn’t even been able to land a single hit.
They grit their teeth, shame stabbing through them. They shuffled onto their knees, crawling to the boot of the car. All of that training, and it had amounted to nothing against someone like the supervillain. The hero wasn’t even sure if after this, they would be able to find the courage to make it out onto the field.
A gun went off right by their head. The hero couldn’t contain their scream this time, wrapping their arms around their head in a panic to shield themselves from the attack. They could barely even find the air that had been punched out of their lungs, before the supervillain was standing in front of them, pistol in hand.
Their eyes widened, but it was too late. The supervillain’s fingers twisted in their hair, matted with fresh blood, and roughly shoved them against the ground with strength the hero wasn’t sure someone could possibly possess.
“Hello, little hero,” they smiled, calmly, as if this was no bother to them. “You ran off so abruptly after our fight. I thought that was what you wanted?”
They slammed their head into the ground, and the hero saw stars. Pain throbbed through their skull.
“Stop,” they croaked, their breath hitching with panic when the supervillain smacked their head into the ground once more.
“Stop?” They mused, twisting them so they were forced to meet their cold, pointed eyes. The hero couldn’t feel their nose, they realised, blood pooling across their tongue. Tears slid down their cheeks, the panic gripping them like a vice.
“Please don’t kill me!” The hero sobs.
“What happened to all that bravado you had before?” The supervillain murmurs, nudging the tip of the gun against their cheek, making them freeze. “Don’t hold out on me now, little hero.”
The gun presses like the nipping cold against their skin, smearing fresh blood along the metal. The hero desperately wants to curl into a ball, all of the fight they’d prided themselves on shrinking into nothing. Like it never existed. They can’t move, only wrecked by the uncontrollable shivers that have seized their body.
“I will say,” the supervillain drawls, their grip easing just an inch. The hero can hardly even bite back their sobs, even when they use the gun to catch their tears. “I admire your tastes. Though, next time, maybe simplify your palette a little bit.”
The hero can barely speak. “I’m sorry.”
The supervillain lets out an amused noise, releasing them. “Try this again, kid, and I’ll commit to bashing your skull in.”
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Opinions on Dream? :^
SO many feelings about him omgg rant under cut please forgive me
okay so i don't really talk or draw him much cause honestly,,,most of the times i just think he's a bit....boring? or more accurately plain? not in a mean way either but just in a 'fades into the background' type of way like don't get me wrong!! he's a really nice friend to his peers, his feelings about his powers and aura making his relationships harder to navigate and trust along with his whole conflict with nightmare and morality about what's good and bad IS very cool!! and i love it whenever they write him to be complex and not on this black and white mentality or when he's just straight up following along his friends with no free will or with a dubious purpose without ever addressing his issues or feelings! it's just unsatisfying to me :')
or when they're making him the 'naive' and oblivious, (sometimes childish?) character being marked as the obstacle and villain along with the other star sanses from the fic's pov, always talking about doing good things while fighting his brother and not hearing him out about the balance, (and for weak reasons most of the time. like it's been so long and you STILL haven't sat down with him when he's, generally, basically begged you to just have a talk? guys please :'( ) or when they go for the victim sad dream always missing the old nightmare, where corrupted nightmare is the incarnation of evil, with no sympathy or emotion except anger and sadistic glee, killing and hurting everyone and dream's just trying to protect the multiverse and dream's always been in the right. such extremes!!!
LIKE!! i hope i'm not the only one that thinks a 500+ year old should have had enough time to idk. learn things? about people and manipulation and deceit? after knowing what the villagers did to night? about the bad things in the world and how there's a lot of grey areas in life and that he maybe reflected on his past enough to process and ask himself if there should to be a convo to settle his differences with nightmare (and you can make nightmare the stubborn one too! or have them BOTH be petty and imperfect and have some things wrong and some right at the same time like why do i always see the good guy vs bad guy cliché with these two when they're the perfect example of why positivity doesn't have meaning without the negativity!! as long as there's a satisfying evolution or growth that doesn't leave me empty i'm good yknow?)
plus i believe dream really isn't as dumb as people view him. i do get some of you saying he probably can't read or write since that's actually a pretty interesting idea to explore! but in general please let him have emotions other than pure sunshiny happiness or endless sadness like he's gotta have more depth than that! let him make mistakes, have flaws that don't just make him the bad guy that's always in the wrong by default, and be angry or suspicious or jealous or bitter or battling his mental health problems/depression or malicious or smart or witty or mischievous and silly or sarcastic or ANYTHING dude i just want him to be put into different scenarios where he can be serious or lighthearted like it doesn't even have to be long or perfect but make him feel real.
it could definitely be that i don't read or see much art about dream or really look for it hard enough but also i just. i feel bad for even saying this fr and i wanna be honest about why i don't enjoy most stories about him cause he always gets the worst treatment along with ink!!! especially ink omg the poor guy has it the worst i think like wow do they mess him up :'(
always one dimensional in non shippy fics, or too plain or easily replaceable by other, more entertaining people in the significant other's life in most of his ships like man. i have read fics out there that made me genuinely FEEL and root for him and love his character so much it restored all hope for me!!! but i can only name one on top of my head and the others? it's been so long i don't even remember their names i just legit feel terrible cause i love him still and i can't find many headcanons that fit my interpretation of him yknow?
not to say people who write him very happy, mislead or sad are ruining him like that's silly- if i see something i don't like i just. move on bro i wouldn't force people to feel or think the same way i do about him cause anyone can have whatever headcanons they want!!! just talking about what i personally look for in him and why i can't exactly find it since most of the stuff out there just isn't my cup of tea :')
hopefully i didn't set anyone off with this rambling opinionated essay i just pulled hhh xD i know i know he's a popular character and i know a lot of people like dream so *sobs* please please recommend me artists and fics about him that you think is good it's been so looong since i've read or seen anything new that makes me attached to this little guy aughg<33333
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