An Outed Secret.

An Outed Secret.

So, this one's a bit weirder than what I usually write. I just wanted to post something. Also, I just chose random names.

Summary - Nathan bullies the shit outta Simon. Usually. So, when someone reveals a huge secret of Simon's that changes his life, Nathan goes completely bat-shit.

TW - Swearing, bullying, harassing, outing someone's gender, transphobia

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was never a surprise to find Nathan kicking Simon’s ass.

Complete opposite, they were. Simon was more creative and constantly scolded to act “normal” in the views of others. He was always different. Nathan was more harsh and stern, always following expectations of being strong and cruel. Even as opposites, they always cross paths.

And shit always hit the fan.

Nathan would always torment Simon, even for the smallest things. Accidentally sit next to his desk in physics? Punch in the face. But no one ever batted an eye. Not cause they were scared of Nathan, no. Because no one cared enough about Simon to be worried.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was another chaotic day in Black Diamond High School; A prestigious school, usually for the highly academic kids or the rich ones.

Simon was the mix of both.

Simon’s father was an important figure in the government, and his IQ was higher than most. It didn’t help his situation, being intelligent. It just made him more of a target for thinking differently.

Simon sat down at a desk in Chemistry, hours more preferred class. Most of his “friends” were here. At least, people who tolerated him.

He fiddled with his pencil, eying the clock warily. Nathan sat at the other end of the classroom and prayed it would stay that way. The teacher should be coming in a few minutes. “Just stay unnoticed,” he mentally told himself. Sadly, Nathan wasn’t the only one who found Simon weak and pathetic.

“Aww~ Is the freak sitting alone?” He heard a cackle and slowly turned around to face him. It was Orion, his second least favorite. Ruffling his hair, Orion gave a shit-eating grin. He plopped down on the seat next to Simon. “So, freak,” Orion started, making Simon flinch. Freak was his least favorite insult. Mostly because he believed they were right. “I heard that… you have a little secret? Is it true?” Simon looked at Orion in confusion, wondering what he was hinting at. Orion rolled his eyes, huffing.

“Is it true you’re a girl?”

Simon dropped his pencil, making the entire class’ attention go to them. Orion snickered at Simon’s horrified face. “So it is true! You are a girl! Ha!” He started laughing, and most of the class joined. Insults were hurled at him, calling him tranny, freak, and girl. He put his head on his desk and covered his ears, failing to see Nathan glaring at Orion.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The next few days at school we’re shitty. There was no sugarcoating it. The ones who were decent to him abandoned him, not wanting to be a victim. His locker was vandalized with trans slurs and swears. Almost everyone threw insults through the hallway. When he went to the male restroom, he was thrown out for being a “pervert.”

Life sucked.

Today was no different, in full honesty. Simon was shoved against a locker, groaning in pain. “Can’t believe you’re this pathetic, girly.” Wincing, he was face to face with Orion. He quickly punched his stomach, making Simon yelp in pain. He clutched his stomach, the surrounding crowd laughing. Orion yelled insults, the others joining. Simon curled into a ball on the floor, crying silently. He looked up enough to see Orion about to throw a punch at his face.

At least, until someone pushed Orion away.

Orion was shoved before he could deliver the punch. Simon looked in the other direction, realizing the person was Nathan.

Nathan just saved Simon from a punch.

Nathan just saved Simon from a punch.

Glaring, Orion got up and grabbed Nathan by the collar. “The fuck was that for?!”

“For being a dick!” Nathan quickly punched Orion in the face, causing him to let go and clutch his jaw in pain. Orion was seeping with anger, tackling Nathan to the floor. People quickly flooded around them, attempting to get a close-up view of the fight. Simon got up and pushed his way to the front. Nathan was on top of Orion, pulling at his hair and clawing at his face. Orion was grabbing his shoulders, desperately trying to push him off. Orion had a bloody nose with a black eye forming. Nathan had a slap across his face, but nothing too major.

Simon could see in the distance a few teachers and officers sprinting to the scene. They shoved the other students out of the way and pried Nathan off. Still, Nathan was trying to resist and punch Orion. Some teachers had medical kits, trying to put ice on his black eye.

Simon gasped, recoiling when Nathan tried to punch the security guard. He slowly backed away and rushed out of the hallway.

The thought of Nathan fighting Orion lingered in the back of his head.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Later that day, everyone avoided Simon.

It confused him. I mean, a few hours ago, everyone was beating him up, calling him slurs, and even threatening to reveal even more personal information. Now everyone ignored him. Some even looked scared or threatened by his presence. He shrugged it off, going on with his day. It was quite nice not being harassed every second of the day.

While walking past a hallway, there was another, smaller crowd. He was about to walk past, having enough drama for now, but heard a familiar voice.

“You little shit.”

Simon paused. Was that—

There was a bang against the locker. He could hear someone whimpering and trembling from fear, along with the flashes of photos and video recordings. Curiosity got the best of him, and he shoved his way through. Looking at the scene, he saw Nathan holding some girl by his collar against the locker. Simon recognized her as one who poured her yogurt on his head in the cafeteria. Nathan slammed her body into the locker again and growled with anger. “Fucking answer me! Did you do it?!” His grip grew tighter, the girl shaking while her friends watched. Nathan scoffed, pushing her to the ground. Her friends helped her up, but they were all visibly scared. He looked at the girl sympathetically. The girl and her friend group glared at him but stopped immediately when Nathan gave them a death stare. They scurried off, and the crowd slowly dispersed when the action ended. Simon was about to leave until a hand grabbed his shoulder.

“Simon.”

He jumped slightly, turning around. As he guessed from the deep voice, it was Nathan.

“N-Nathan, hi, Nathan, hi!” Simon stuttered and stammered, still nervous and socially awkward. He was always scared of Nathan. Just because he saved his ass earlier today doesn’t mean he’ll forget everything he did for years.

Nathan rolled his eyes, glaring at Simon. Still, there was something more in his eyes. Nathan never let go of his shoulder, keeping his grip tight, yet loose. His eyes softened when he saw how nervous Simon was. “Is it true?” He asked.

“What?”

“Are you really trans?” Nathan muttered, but his voice lingered with understanding. Simon let out a heavy sigh, putting his hands in his pockets. “It’s… a touchy subject.” Nathan looked deep into Simon’s eyes, finding nothing but the truth. “Right.” There was an uncomfortable silence between them, knowing it was a serious and personal topic.

Nathan looked like he wanted to say more, but decided against it. He suddenly grabbed Simon into a strong hug. It felt forced, but Simon thought it might be because he hadn’t had a hug in a while. It was quite awkward. Bring in a hog with someone who punched him in the face.

Still, it’s the thought that counts.

Nathan pulled away, and Simon swore he saw him slightly blush. Nathan did a fake cough and folded his arms. “I… I have to go.” He moved past Simon, probably going to his next class. Simon just stood there, thinking about what happened. So, his bully is not transphobic, hugged him, and blushed?

He shrugged it off, walking in the opposite direction. The blush was probably from embarrassment, right?

Right?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

i just randomly wrote this a few months ago. And then I found it, and decided "why not?" Anyways, I don't like it, but I said the same thing about Caretaker and I got a few comments that they loved it, so I don't know if I should say it again. Anyways, bye darlings!

please bother me I'm lonely

bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

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.

be wary and cautious of what you use! make sure to check the list!

Check your hand sanitizer y'all

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

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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.”

☆ Xaniadusca Masterlist ( ! CANON ! )☆

DISCONTINUED

New Link

────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──────

Betrayal.

Summary - Ori and Onyx leave the Devil's Crest, leaving Midnight behind, too. The battlefield is swirling with emotions, sadness, anger, and betrayal. Angst

Part 1 | Part 2

────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──────