Honestly, The Fact People Have To Say It Is The Real Concerning Part. Remember, Your Body Is Your Right.

honestly, the fact people have to say it is the real concerning part. Remember, your body is your right. you have the right to say no about what others want with your body, the right to say yes, and anything in-between. Remember, stay safe and cautious.

the pride discourse is absolutely rancid this year, i have seen with my own two eyes so far

we should up to age of consent to 21

16 year olds shouldn’t know what sex is

drag is inherently sexual and inappropriate for children

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*casually pulls out sketchbook and pencil*

I didn't actually see the eclipse (wrong continent) but it definitely got the gears in my head turning. I wish I had art skills to draw the idea bouncing around in my noggin, but consider; corruption takes over Nightmare and Dream. They merge together into one entity called Total Eclipse.

Its magic is ice white, its body is pitch black. It retains Nightmare's 'texture' but it has Dream's ethereal glow. It's large... the intimidating stature of two Gods in one form, with an aura of unspeakable intensity. Despite its two halves famously being at constant war with one another, the entity is stable, unnervingly calm. It constantly looks faintly amused.

When it speaks, it speaks in either Dream or Nightmare's voice. If it's talking to someone who knew one of the two, it uses the voice they're most familiar with. It occasionally uses both at once - seemingly for dramatic effect.

It can trigger any number of feelings in someone with only a glance. It looks like it takes joy in doing so. Standing too close to it can cause uncontrollable tears.

It responds to the name 'Eclipse'. It has a delayed response to 'Dream' - and doesn't seem to react at all to 'Nightmare'.

never stop lovin' Neil and his music

BABES WAKE UP TODAY’S A NATIONAL HOLIDAY 🌈🐀

🎶NEIL IS BANGING OUT THE TUNES🎶

My (old) contribution to the beautiful day that is april 13th

Keep at it with the tunes.

Please, sign it.

5 THOUSAND MORE NEEDED!!

Change.org

Sign the Petition

STOP THE KOSA

End blood quantum now

Blood quantum is how much native blood you have in you and it needs to be a certain threshold to qualify you as a tribal member. Blood quantum varies from tribe to tribe.

It means my mom is a tribal member but because my dad is outside of my tribe... I don't have enough tribal blood to enroll. Neither does my daughter. Our "official" indigeneity ended with me.

My dad is still native tho. Just southern native. Others have two parents enrolled in separate tribes and can't enroll in either one despite being Full native because their parents were mixed with other tribes so they don't have enough blood of Any tribe to qualify.

And to what end are they doing this?

Under the treaties the US govt can lay no claim to native land. So how do they fix that? Get rid of the natives, of course.

And since they can't slaughter us in broad daylight anymore they did the next best thing. What the colonial government has ALWAYS done to us and other poc.

Made up a bunch of arbitrary laws to restrain and limit our power and numbers.

And this can't continue. We are the only race who needs to apply to be part of the community we were born into. The only race who needs to prove our blood.

And that's the thing: it's not even based on blood. Racist scientists defined who was a full-blooded native based on things like shoe size, head circumference, and skin pigment.

Not blood. And besides that it wasn't uncommon for outsiders to become part of a tribe!! You didn't need to be native by blood to be native! Blood quantum has made it IMPOSSIBLE for them to qualify and made it impossible for tribes to practice that long time aspect of our culture.

So please share this post. So many people legitimately think natives are extinct and even less are aware that we do more than just sit around drinking all day. Few people have good feelings about us and within that there are a few who actively help. Please be one of those few.

We need support and allies and for our voices to be heard. Please don't let this post just be me screaming into a void. We need people to know what blood quantum is, how archaic and harmful it is, and to help us spread awareness to people who otherwise would ignore us. Use your privilege.

Summary - Supervillain kidnapped Sidekick, letting Hero get away. Sidekick gets restless and angry, and Supervillain decides to play with their food.

TW - Swearing, manipulation, kidnapping

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When Sidekick woke up, their vision was blurry and faded. Memories of the past flooded into them, and their vision slowly regained. Slowly, they made out the ash-gray walls and the long dining table they sat at. Using context clues, they figured they were in a dining room. It was large and eerie, the ash-gray walls looming over them. The shadows of servants scurrying were on the walls, illuminated by the dim Moonlight cast from windows. They acted like finger puppets, each movement controlled by a puppeteer. They tried to move around, but their body ached. Moving just their hands, they realized they were tied up to the chair. They looked down at their body. Instead of their uniform, they had new, comfier clothing. It reminded them of a pajama set. Still, they shivered. it was barely warm enough for the cold aura.

“You’re quite oblivious, aren’t you?” The sudden voice knocked them off guard, and they looked in front of them. Across the giant dining table, there sat Supervillain. They looked majestic and royal, like a cruel king compared to a measly villager. “Always trying to act smart by seeing the smaller details, but too naive to see what’s in front of you.” Sidekick didn’t dare speak. After all, lowly peasants don’t speak when in the presence of a god. The servants all around them were living proof. “I always found it quite humorous. Don’t you?” Supervillain spoke elegantly, their voice as smooth as wine. They waited patiently for Sidekick to respond, but when they didn’t, they just continued, a frown evident on their face. “Disappointing. I was hoping you’d have more… resistance like Hero. Try to get out while kicking and screaming. Maybe some badmouthing here and there.”

“I’m not Hero.”

“I realized that,” they said, “but it makes it more appealing. I like challenges. You seem more quiet.” Supervillain snapped their fingers and a servant appeared, setting down a wine glass in front of them. They opened up a wine bottle and poured it for Supervillain. Sidekick distracted themselves by staring at the wine slowly emerging in the glass, its ruby color like crimson blood dripping from a wound. When the servant finished, they set the bottle on the table and sat behind Supervillain’s chair, staying by their side if they needed anything more. “Like a ragdoll,” Sidekick thought.

“You know,” Supervillain started, casually taking a sip from the glass, “I’m honestly surprised you haven’t asked any questions like a typical person.”

“I know what you do to people who step out of line.”

Supervillain set down the glass and gave a devious smile. One could mistake it for innocence if they didn’t see the devil in their eyes. “Clever. Very clever. Though, I assure you, if I wanted to hurt you, I would’ve done it by now.”

“I heard you have a habit of playing with your food.” Sidekick glared but made it softer than they would with any other villain. “Manipulation’s what you’re known for, is it not?” Supervillain scoffed, seemingly offended.

“It’s not manipulation if it’s right in front of you. I’m simply toying with how the human mind works.” They took another sip. “I’m known for giving people what they want in exchange for something I want. It’s a deal, not manipulation.” They paused, then ended with a smirk. “But, then again, simple-minded people see things so dangerously. Never risking a thing and keeping themselves closed off from the world. Never let themselves get close to others to ensure they’re never tempted by said deal. I always found it amusing, don’t you?” They swirled the wine in the fancy glass, licking any residue off their teeth. “Manipulation is controlling and influencing something for your desire. Deal-making ensures both parties get what they want in the end.”

“Yet only one party gets what they truly desire. The other gets what they think they want, but they regret it in the end.” Sidekick spoke, not thinking through their anger. They glared again, this time with hatred. “What do you want from me, Supervillain.”

“Ah…” Supervillain grinned, satisfied with their response. “It took you longer than I anticipated to rile you up, but better later than never, as they say.” They snapped their fingers again, and the servant rushed to the kitchen. After a few moments, they returned with another wine glass. They set it in front of Sidekick and poured them a glass. The servant bowed to Supervillain and scampered away, leaving Sidekick and Supervillain alone. “Would you mind elaborating on your words? I don’t think I understood you the first time.”

“You trick people. You know it, I know, the whole world knows it.”

“Yet it works, doesn’t it? After all, it worked on every soul who lived to regret it, and the people who regretted it in their last breath.” Sidekick’s breathing hitched. It felt worse hearing it come out of Supervillain’s mouth. “However, we’re getting side-tracked, aren’t we?” They took a swig at the wine, finishing it off. The wine glass in front of Sidekick remained untouched.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Sidekick said, seething with rage. “You like it when people ask questions, so here’s mine. Why am I here?”

“Well, since Hero decided to abandon you and save themselves, might as well have fun with it.”

“I don’t follow.”

“Oh, trust me, darling,” Supervillain said, “You will.” The following silence was awkward, a staring contest between the two. Sidekick’s gaze kept shifting between every small movement Supervillain took. They seemed relaxed yet stern, ensuring they had the upper hand. Of course, trying to find a way out was useless, but Sidekick wouldn’t lose hope.

Groaning, Sidekick tried to argue. “Hero didn’t abandon me. You set fire to a building we were patrolling in and they panicked. You can’t just blame them for that.” They breathed heavily, the fact Hero could’ve abandoned them purposely was starting to infect their mind. “They wouldn’t. There was a lot of smoke and ash, they probably thought I already got out.”

“It’s embarrassing how you keep trying to hold onto hope.”

“It’s called trust,” Sidekick retaliated. “Something you clearly don’t feel.” Supervillain glared, and Sidekick quickly shrunk under their deathly gaze.

“You’re getting annoyingly bold, aren’t you.” Supervillain thought about this. “Good. I like a cute bravado from people. Just more enjoyable to see them crumble at my hands.” Sidekick’s pupils shrunk a little. They looked at the table, their reflection haunting them in the bright red wine. “So, little Sidekick…” Without Sidekick knowing, Supervillain got up and stalked towards them. Supervillain’s hand grazed their cheek, but Sidekick refused to flinch. They didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of seeing their fear. “You wanted to know what I’m going to do with you, right?” Reluctantly, Sidekick nodded. Chuckling, Supervillain walked being Sidekick’s tied-up figure and messed with their hair, twirling it around their fingers.

“I’m going to break you.”

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for once I actually feel proud of my writing- I liked how this one came out. also, huge thanks to @avvail for the writing prompt! Check them out, they make great ones for hero x villain tropes.

prompt #75

The sidekick can feel a horrible, high pitched ringing in their ears. Fire and flame lick at their skin, charred and dirty with thick smoke. They can barely manage a hoarse wheeze, before something hard presses down on their back.

“I was hoping to catch Hero,” the supervillain murmured under their breath, and the sidekick’s throat closed up under those intense eyes. “But I suppose you’ll do.”