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Prompt #41

Vigilante always knew this particular group of heroes was fishy. When he stowed away on their boat, he expected to find seized weapons that went unregistered - which he sort of did if you counted the chained, beaten, and malnourished Supervillain tucked away in the corner.

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Prompt #40

Sidekick should have been ecstatic. After his third attempt, he had barely passed training and now a hero team is willing to take him on as a new member, it's just that...they're kind of creepy.

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Prompt #39

"So, how'v ya been?" Hero turns her head to scowl at the villain.

"What?" He shrugs - or does his best approximation of a shrug - from where he is bound to a tree. "Just trying to break the ice. It's way too quiet out here and crickets don't make good company."

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Prompt #38

You, a natural-born daredevil, come home to find your guardian angel and suit-wearing demon discussing the terms of their retirement.

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Prompt #37

Villain loved beaches, the feeling of warm sand beneath his toes, and gentle breezes. He loved watching the coming and going of tides and the sound of people splashing about in the water. Now, after a long and confusing conversation where his right-hand kept on acting as if he had been gone for weeks, he strolls down a little path to his favorite secluded area of the beach. The smile dies on his lips, heart pounding in his chest as the sound of waves washes over him.

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Masterlist

Snippets and short snippets

Heroes and Villains

Broken

New And Improved

Short Snippet #4

Tall Skies

Upstart

Short Snippet #3

Turnt Up

Short Snippet #2

Drowning Flames

Lost and Found

Short Snippet #1

Why?

Blunder

Forlorn

My Angel

Pseudocide

You Wanna Bet?

M-Mom?

Good Girl?

You're Me

Burning Wings

Fantasy and Sci-fi

The God with Locks of Gold

Hibernal

Prompts

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41

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Prompt #36

Villain had expected a clean and easy job. They would be in and out of the bank, cash in hand, before Hero was even notified. What they didn't expect was to find an exhausted looking Hero shoveling cash into a bag before them.

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Broken

Floating above the park, Hero watches her nemesis. She looks at Villain's disheveled form, his usual well-groomed hair appearing uncombed, and his typical dress shirt and slacks have been replaced by a t-shirt and sweatpants. She drops down on the bench next to him.

Villain yelps and jumps back, nearly falling off the bench.

Hero smiles and waves. She always liked Villain. He could be a bit cheesy at times, but he was generally an interesting conversationalist. He could turn almost any subject, no matter how mundane, into an object of intrigue.

"H-hero?" He sniffs. Hero purses her lips, examining her nemesis more closely. He looked awful - like he hadn't slept in days. He has bags under his eyes, and his eyes are red.

He rubs his eyes and looks at her again as if she would have disappeared.

Hero slides closer to him, taking his hands in hers. "Hey, Villain. What's wrong?" He jerks back, recoiling from her touch. He clutches his hands to his chest, widened, brown eyes staring back at her.

Hero frowns. "Villain, are you alright?"

He shakes his head a few times before nodding. "I'm, yes. I'm fine." His voice is hoarse. "Wha-what day is it?"

Hero's forehead wrinkles in thought, and she brushes aside a loose strand of vanilla-blonde hair. "Wednesday, I think. Why?"

Villain covers his mouth, shaking his head. "No, no, no, no, no. It can't be Wednesday. It hasn't been Wednesday in months." He gets up and starts pacing. Hero follows.

"Villain? Villain, are you alright?" She grabs both of his shoulders, forcing him to look at her. "Villain, I think you're sick. I can call a doctor or-"

He just stares at her hands - Hero's hands, real and touching his shoulder. He bursts into tears, wailing as her arms wrap around him. "Shh, shh, Villain, it's going to be all right."

She holds him until his tears die down, leaving him puffy-eyed from crying. Villain steps back, looking at her fully for the first time since she arrived.

"Villain?" Hero lets the unspoken question rest between them, giving Villain the time he needs. He sniffs.

"It-it always resets on-on Tuesday, e-even when you survive. I-I couldn't, I couldn't-" Villain breaks down into sobs again.

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Prompt #35

Heroes aren't too different from vigilantes. They may have different methods for going about their jobs, but both sets tend to work for the common good; so, when Villain left Vigilante hanging from a snare, he expected at least one of the heroes chasing him would stop to let her down, not to find her still hanging there late that night.

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Prompt #34

Supervillain thought the hardest thing he'd ever do would be to leave Hero, to tell her that it was all a lie. Now, he'd far rather see that first look of betrayal than the eager admiration beaming from their son's eyes as he donned his villain uniform.

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New and Improved

Left on his knees with his arms secured behind his back, Villain stares dejectedly at the crumpled bits of metal and wire, a tear sliding down his cheek. He was so close. He was so, so close.

He's jerked out of his thoughts as someone yanks his arms back and jabs their knee into his back. He falls forward, head smacking on the cold tile floor.

His groan is interrupted by gasping as the knee applies more pressure, squeezing the air out of his lungs. The villain kicks and squirms, trying to free himself from the awful pressure, but the person on top of him pins his legs. Villain squeezes his eyes shut, tears slipping out in spite of him.

It was hopeless. He failed. He failed her, he failed himself, and now he was going to die with a cackling fiend on his back.

"That's enough now, Other Hero."

Villain tensed but sucked in a deep breath as the pressure eased on his back. Any relief that provided was short-lived as Other Hero slammed his face into the floor.

Iron floods Villain's mouth as he coughs and splutters, still winded from the previous assault. His coughing devolves into spitting, followed by panting and eventually groaning, a trail of blood still making its way down Villain's face, collecting on his chin before dripping onto the floor.

"Are you done yet?"

Villain goes rigid before forcing his muscles to react. Craning his neck, Villain glares at the hero, wishing he could wipe the cocky smirk right off his stupid face.

Hero appraises his captive, a self-satisfied smile pulling at his lips.

"Why so bitter, Villain? You've lost before." Met only by a deep scowl, Hero crouches down in front of the villain. Grabbing him by the collar, Hero pulls Villain closer so his breath can be felt against his ear. "She's better off with us, anyway."

Villain's face turns crimson, and his pulse races, rage flooding his veins. He lunges at Hero only for the air to be pressed from his lungs, leaving him thrashing and writhing under Other Hero's weight.

Hero lets out a derided laugh before grabbing Villain by the chin, forcing him to face him. His nails dig into Villain's skin, more blood slicking his face.

"That little device of ours, it was initially intended for you." Villain shudders, a chill seeming to radiate from the hero's words. Villain thrashes again, this time intent on opening his mouth, only for it to be clamped shut by a blood-smeared hand.

"We wanted you, Villain. You were smart, a genius really, skilled in combat, and had no end of weapon and tool ideas, which you quickly turned into reality. You would've made a perfect addition to the team, if not for one little thing."

Villain grunts, glaring daggers at the hand covering his mouth. Hero laughs a crooked, amused laugh.

"Your villainous tendencies soiled your candidacy, but we had a fix for that, and we would have used it too if you hadn't presented us with a better candidate."

VIllain shrieks from under Hero's grip. His head is yanked forward, and the hero goes on.

"We had Sidekick trailing you. We were hoping you would lead us to your base, but you led us to something so much better. She doesn't even have a record, so we won't have to do a coverup, and she's younger so she doesn't have as strong of a constitution."

Villain screams, Hero finally letting go. Other Hero slams his head down, silencing Villain's scream as his world finally gives way to a muddled black.

In his last moments of consciousness, Villain hears Hero go on: "-same powers...good thing...she takes after daddy."

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Prompt #33

Villain thought beating Hero would be simple, after all, what can a no name cape do?

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Prompt #32

Sidekick never knew why everyone acted strangely around her. Everyone seemed distrustful of her or irritated by her presence. She tries to help out and earn approval, but nothing works. If anything, it just makes people mistrust her more. Once again, left alone by her team as they go out to deal with a villain causing havoc, she finds disturbing notes that only confuse her further. It only gets worse when her team drags in a strangely familiar villain, who seems to recognize her from behind his gag.

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Prompt #31

When intergalactic college equivalents first started accepting human students, you were amongst the first to volunteer. After the initial novelty of space wore off you decided to introduce your new alien colleagues to the concept of ragers. You got black-out drunk, but that was fine. The night was such a blast that even the next morning's hangover didn't make you regret it. Five years later, an alien ambassador's daughter appeared on your doorstep, claiming to be your fiance. Now, as you board her ship, you really wish you could remember just what went down that night.

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Short Snippet #4

Hero leaned back to watch as the sun slowly dipped beneath the horizon. She looks at the lounging villain beside her. He has his thumbs tucked in his pockets and eyes locked on the sun.

"It's beautiful isn't it?"

Villain nods, gaze unaltered. Hero rolls over, facing him fully.

"If you could do anything, what would you do?"

Villain doesn't think. "Marry you."

She slips her hand into his. "You never asked."

Finally pulling his eyes away from the fading star, he looks at her, eyes widened. "Will you?"

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The God with Locks of Gold

"Every 1000 years all of the Gods get together for a contest to see who can collect the most souls with a single catastrophic event. Last time Poseidon broke the 1M mark with a Tsunami/earthquake combo. You’re up." Response to a prompt from @writing-prompt-s

You were a minor god, name known to few. You lacked a pantheon and the strength associated with it. You, like most gods, required worship to increase your strength, yet with little power you could hardly answer a prayer. You could not strengthen armies, nor could you ensure each arrow landed true. There was no ending famines nor ensuring plentiful bounties for you, for you were just the golden one, an awful little child. Who would pray to you?

The other gods from their mighty pantheons would barely spare you a glance, while the other outcast and isolated gods would derive mirth by mocking your pale, twig arms, and common clothes, and so frail a youthful face. The only thing they dare not mock was the golden mop upon your head, your only saving grace, for your golden curls were beauteous coils that only the divine could behold. And for that, they were jealous. How dare this weakling have hair so fair?

And so, you concealed it with a cap, ensuring that none other than yourself should see your locks again, yet each time they mock or tease, you see their eyes, whether they be reptilian or mammalian, birdlike or fish, attempting to catch a glimpse of your golden curls. Never do they look into your eyes.

Absorbed in your pitifulness it came as a shock to you when Posiden, the great Neptune, shaker of earth and sea, selected you. You, one of - if not - the weakest and most unassuming of the gods, was selected to upstage the god who had sent a million souls to his brother’s hall.

You knew why he picked you, once given the chance to think. The contrast, the juxtaposition, would make his victory all the more renowned when a millennium passed and the next god could barely harm a soul. He would see his glory upheld and untarnished, as the theological joke only continued to fall, slipping closer and ever closer towards oblivion.

So you set upon your duty in the only way you knew how. You scoured great libraries searching for clues while expanding your knowledge. Then you returned home, amongst the people. You spread your knowledge amongst them, bringing hope of better things. You saw the sparks of light in their eyes. You saw dreams and desires on the brink of fruition.

Then you vanished…yet your knowledge remained.

They knew of the lavish luxuries just out of reach. They knew how their not-so-distant neighbors were getting along. They knew how sweet the fruit had been and now suffer from the aftertaste. Nothing they had would ever seem so great again. And so they fought.

They fought from deep within their souls to correct a perceived wrong, for how dare they live with their eccentricities while I live with only my necessities?

And so it spread. A few dozen at first turned into a few hundred, turned into several thousand, hundreds of thousands, millions, billions of corrupted souls. Billions of mine.

Every time they thought of what others have, wanted deeply that which was not theirs, smiled through gritted teeth as someone complimented what they did have, they were worshiping me: Aurelius, god of animus.

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You were a minor god, name known to few. You lacked a pantheon and the strength associated with it. You, like most gods, required worship to increase your strength, yet with little power you could hardly answer a prayer. You could not strengthen armies, nor could you ensure each arrow landed true. There was no ending famines nor ensuring plentiful bounties for you, for you were just the golden one, an awful little child. Who would pray to you?

The other gods from their mighty pantheons would barely spare you a glance, while the other outcast and isolated gods would derive mirth by mocking your pale, twig arms, and common clothes, and so frail a youthful face. The only thing they dare not mock was the golden mop upon your head, your only saving grace, for your golden curls were beauteous coils that only the divine could behold. And for that, they were jealous. How dare this weakling have hair so fair?

And so, you concealed it with a cap, ensuring that none other than yourself should see your locks again, yet each time they mock or tease, you see their eyes, whether they be reptilian or mammalian, birdlike or fish, attempting to catch a glimpse of your golden curls. Never do they look into your eyes.

Absorbed in your pitifulness it came as a shock to you when Posiden, the great Neptune, shaker of earth and sea, selected you. You, one of - if not - the weakest and most unassuming of the gods, was selected to upstage the god who had sent a million souls to his brother’s hall.

You knew why he picked you, once given the chance to think. The contrast, the juxtaposition, would make his victory all the more renowned when a millennium passed and the next god could barely harm a soul. He would see his glory upheld and untarnished, as the theological joke only continued to fall, slipping closer and ever closer towards oblivion.

So you set upon your duty in the only way you knew how. You scoured great libraries searching for clues while expanding your knowledge. Then you returned home, amongst the people. You spread your knowledge amongst them, bringing hope of better things. You saw the sparks of light in their eyes. You saw dreams and desires on the brink of fruition.

Then you vanished…yet your knowledge remained.

They knew of the lavish luxuries just out of reach. They knew how their not-so-distant neighbors were getting along. They knew how sweet the fruit had been and now suffer from the aftertaste. Nothing they had would ever seem so great again. And so they fought.

They fought from deep within their souls to correct a perceived wrong, for how dare they live with their eccentricities while I live with only my necessities?

And so it spread. A few dozen at first turned into a few hundred, turned into several thousand, hundreds of thousands, millions, billions of corrupted souls. Billions of mine.

Every time they thought of what others have, wanted deeply that which was not theirs, smiled through gritted teeth as someone complimented what they did have, they were worshiping me: Aurelius, god of animus.

Every 1000 years all of the Gods get together for a contest to see who can collect the most souls with a single catastrophic event. Last time Poseidon broke the 1M mark with a Tsunami/earthquake combo. You’re up.

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