#phantosm

[troublcmakcrs]

     closed starter for   ⟶   @phantosm

   “Ack!  No, please!” Tweek cries, throwing his gloved hands up in front of his face.  “I’m n-not a real hero…”  Cartman will probably have his hide for breaking character on one of their play days, but Tweek will worry about that later.  That fatass isn’t here in his raccoon costume, facing down what appears to be an actual supervillain.

   Tweek is dressed in his Wonder Tweek outfit, with his superhero name proudly displayed on his headband, and he pulls on the front of his blue coat, crinkling the ‘WT’ logo on it.  This has got to be the absolute stupidest mix-up he could have gotten into, and if he wasn’t scared, he would be much more angry about it.

   “I—I—ah!—I don’t h-have powers!  I can’t r-really control the w-weather…”  As he tries to back away, his heel catches on a sidewalk crack, and he tumbles backwards, screaming until he lands hard on his ass, and then he just shakes with the shock of it.  “There are—nh—o-other kids… around… playing…  They’re just p-pretend heroes!  Please d-don’t hurt them, either!”

[sadsack-phd-a]

@phantosm

He sighed heavier than it seemed remotely possible for another person to sigh, his shoulders sagging hard enough that one of them popped. “Oh my God, could we?” Flug could never talk freely about that sort of thing here. The place had ears (figuratively, of course, and only literally in Black Hat’s room dedicated to the severed ears of past victims), and there wasn’t much space to vent. 

Getting out of the manor for a drink with one of his peers sounded just what he needed. It sounded... almost normal! Like something normal people did! When they weren’t catering to the nonsensical whims of an egotistical eldritch man-child with a murderous temper. “It certainly has been a while, you’re right. Give me a moment, I think I’ve just about got this...” 

Bracing himself on the scaffolding, he reached up to the small dial on the side of his goggles, squinting behind them as the view was enhanced. 

“Hm... just seems like a case of rusted joints. Pretty sure I can relate to that one myself. Ahaha... ha...” 

He cleared his throat, and started digging through his tool box. “Um... a-anyway, not to worry, I’ll have it fixed up for you in no time.” 

[streetslost]

@phantosm​

         “THERE’S KIND OF DIFFERENT LEVELS, right?  doing crime doesn’t make someone a villain...”  cat felt EVIL, felt twisted and wrong and broken and angry and like she was terrible at her core.  but yet, she was also fairly certain she wasn’t a villain.  just a criminal.  a girl who stole and lied and broke.  broke others, broke things... but m o s t l y broke herself.  and also just was broke.

             which was the reasoning for the crime.  “but i don’t really care if you are a villain.  so long as y’don’t try and off me.  or take my stuff.”

[bubblesune]

@phantosm​ <3 for a starter

“I don’t know whats worse. That ugly fucking cape or that stupid fucking mask.” Velvet...That’s not how you start a conversation.

[endsvilleborn]

@phantosm​ started following!

          ❝You’re a crummy villain.❞  That’s it, that’s how Mandy introduces herself. She degrades him, makes him feel lesser than, so he could potentially strive to become greater. Mandy didn’t like taking the easy path. She wanted competition. She wanted to build up a Burj Khalifa and tear it back down, not stomp on sandcastles.

         ❝Your entrance needs work, your monologuing is awful, and frankly-- Twinks like you aren’t intimidating.❞  Time to build up something great - And break it.

[brokentoys]

@phantosm​ LIKEY - WIKIED .

“  Yeah,  I  fucked  up,  ”  he  began,  taking  a  slice  of  Zeke’s  pieces.  “  I  was  sober,  &  you  know  how  angry  I  get  when  I’m  sober.  &  well...  I  accidentally  committed  armed  robbery.  I  was  feeling  hotheaded,  &  I  accidentally  pulled  a  gun  on  someone,  &  robbed  him.  I  don’t  know  what  the  fuck  to  do.  It  was  in  front  of  an  officer.  So,  I  ran  here  to  hide  out.  ”

[archived-stories]

((Starter for @phantosm ))

The moment her lips locked withe the strange scientist, a pang blossomed in his chest.

Though in a way, he felt some relief too.

He knew deep down that the heroine had altered his mind, that she didn’t feel affection for him or probably anyone else here, that she was just using them all for whatever ambitions she had. Yet his brain just. wouldn’t make that connection.

Until now.

They were free. Thankfully.

Though if they stuck around, they probably wouldn’t be for long.

Heroes were among them. And while the attention was on Heed, that will probably change once she was delat with.

Ghoul looked to the heir at his left before grabbing for the hand gripping his shoulder. Then he leaned a bit closer.

“We should go...” he muttered.

That was all the warning he gave before trying to lead Dark Phantom off, weaving through the crowd as casually as he could.

[ecoterrcrist]

One-liner || @phantosm​

❦     -       ❝ I wouldn’t touch that. ❞