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"is this too cliche?" who cares? bro, write what you have fun writing. stuff your manuscript full of your favourite tropes. the same themes you love. all inspired by things you grew up with. do it all. go off. load. it. up. be freeeee

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april 2024

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Tag the OC who WASNT MEANT TO BE THAT TRAUMATISED IM SORRY

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#asher #but he is nowwww

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Anastasia Trusova, “Dust” Acrylic on canvas, 2022

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snippet #1 - hero comes home with a date

warning: forceful villain, forceful situation, invasion of privacy, touchy villain (not nsfw), low self-esteem thoughts, could be uncomfortable for some readers.

“I really enjoyed tonight.”

“Me too.”

The hero put their key into the lock of their apartment door. It’s been so long since they last had gotten… intimate… They were a bit desperate at this point.

“Do you mind if I came in?” their date asked.

“No,” the hero stroked their tie, wrapping their fingers around the fabric. They were trying so hard to suppress the excitement in their voice.

“I’d like that.”

Their date hummed, then finally, kissed them. The hero caressed their date's locks, but then quickly realized they had to take their date's hands and put them where they wanted them to be.

The hero liked their date, they were incredibly sweet, but this kiss was not as explosive as they hoped. That’s unfair, this was nice and they hadn’t had it in a while.

The hero pulled away from the kiss, leading their date back into their apartment. Their date went for their lips again but this time, they stopped and looked behind them.

Terror rushed their date’s eyes like a tsunami.

“I have to go.” Their date untangled themselves completely from the hero’s grasp. They’re breathing picked up, their voice strained.

“But-” the hero blurted in confusion. What the hell was wrong with them?

“I’ll call you!”

“I-“

Their date practically sprinted down the hall.

The hero, confused, looked behind them and saw only an empty dark apartment.

What did they see that made them run for the hills?

Nothing.. you're just that unlovable.

They closed the door slowly as this ache in their chest started to infect. Suddenly they felt the stinging blisters from their heels, the cold wind hitting their bare legs.

Date after date after date, no one wanted them. No one called them back. No one ever came back.

Are they really that uninteresting? Appalling, revolting? Unlovable? A tear slipped out as they tried to sniff it back. Dating a hero is something no one wants to endure.

They looked in the mirror at their sunken eyes, the hope already drained out of them. They wiped their scarlet lipstick off and let it smudge over their skin.

They needed a drink.

They went to the fridge in search of that bottle of expensive vodka the company gave them as a gift.

They opened the fridge and saw that it wasn't anywhere. They must have already taken it out, so excited to have the place ready for their date only to be disappointed again.

They closed the fridge and gasped at the chuckle of someone’s familiar, cold voice.

In the dark, sat in their armchair across the apartment, drinking straight from their expensive bottle that was already half empty. Lounging without a care like they owned the place, was the villain.

The hero’s heart immediately picked up speed.

“You better pay for that,” they quivered, trying to find the confidence in their voice.

“Your precious drink or ruining your date?”

The hero thought back to the expression on their date's face when they left. Scared.

No, terrified.

“You- What is wrong with you?”

“I thought you of all people would know the answer to that question,” the villain chuckled.

They brought the strong vodka back to their lips that would burn everyone else’s throat, but they were gulping it down like it was water.

“Everything is wrong with me, darling,” they smirk.

The hero stifled the scream they desperately wanted to unleash at the villain.

“Get out.”

The villain only smirked.

“I’m not in any mood to deal with you tonight, okay?” The hero’s voice cracked, and they hated the sound of it.

”Aw,” the villain mocks, “Is my poor little hero sad they didn’t get their clothes stripped off by a random stranger? Or in that guy’s case, carefully taken off with extra precision by a random stranger?”

The hero wanted to smash that bottle right over their head. The only thing that stopped them was the tinge of something else in the villain's voice. Something like…jealousy?

“Aren’t you sad that no one can love you, especially not a guy who clearly doesn’t know how to please you?”

That stung.

“You‘re wrong,” the hero shivered.

“Am I?” the villain said, standing up and gulping down more of the hero’s precious drink. The hero could only stagger back in fear, their body beginning to shake.

“Or did you need to take his hands and put them on your body because he was afraid you would shatter if he dared to graze you?”

The hero backed up as much as they could, their breathing felt tight as they pressed themselves into the front door.

“Did you feel like you had to guide them everywhere, instead of having someone who just knew exactly where to put their hands on their body? Someone who knew exactly, and confidently how to make you writhe?”

The hero gulped as a heat started to envelop them.

“I-um..”

“Am I wrong that you didn’t even like him that much, you just wanted to feel cared for? Wanted?”

The villain walked over to the hero, caging their shaking body.

The villain pressed the hero into the door, still drinking from their bottle. The hero shivered at their touch and the coldness of the glass. The hero was breathing like they ran a marathon.

“Am I wrong that all you want is for someone else to touch you? Love you, that you’ll even sleep with someone you don’t even like to feel like someone would care for you even a bit?”

The hero’s eyes stung from their words and the smell of the vodka on the villain's breath.

“But-“

“That the innocent little hero of this city wants someone to please them, make them cry out and make them beg for them to stop because it's too much?”

The hero didn’t know what to say to them anymore.

“Well?” they whispered.

The villain pressed their body into them more. They caged them in with two hands beside their head, leaning over them.

The hero was in a whirlwind of emotions. They didn’t know if they felt angry, sad, hurt, lustful. They just wanted to stop chasing everyone away and to soothe the ache between their thighs.

The proximity of the villain's body, their cologne and the smell of the alcohol, their mouth was making everything feel hazy.

“Go on,” the villain whispered, their gaze going between the hero’s eyes and mouth. “Tell me I’m wrong, darling.”

They wanted to, they really did, but they couldn't get the words out of their mouth.

Because you want everything they told you...and more.

“You want a drink?”

The hero looked up at the villain's eyes. They nodded their head. They wanted to chug.

The villain didn’t move their hand so the hero went for the bottle. But before the hero could grab it, the villain moved the drink above their heads.

“Wha-“

”Open your mouth.”

The hero stared in disbelief and confusion at the villain. The villain took their hand and opened the hero’s mouth themselves. It shot a wave of shivers through the hero’s body. They held their mouth open, stroking their skin as the hero looked up at them and whined.

The villain began to gently pour the vodka down the hero’s throat.

The drink burned when it hit the back of the hero’s throat, making their eyes sting. It was cold and flooded their senses quickly, making their eyes roll.

But when the hero looked up at the villain, they felt this sense of warmth enveloping them quickly as they stared into their cold eyes. The hero gripped the villain's shirt and their one arm, clenching their thighs, as the villain smirked down. They had to know how they were making the hero feel, and how much the hero liked this and hated that they did.

The hero tapped the villain's arm for them to stop, but… they didn’t. They didn’t let go.

It started to burn their lungs.

The hero’s eyes filled with panic as the villain's smile only grew wider. The villain's hands dug more to their jaw and waist, they pressed the hero more into the wall.

No. No. Please-

The hero could only gulp down the drink more and more. They tried so hard to close their mouth but the villain was too strong. They began to panic.

It burned. It burned tears to their eyes, their throat, and their stomach. They clawed at the villain's shirt to stop but they didn't release them, they just let the rest of the bottle go down the hero’s throat. They started to gargle, trying to say please or anything, but they couldn't. They could only drink. It felt like they were drowning.

The villain didn’t let up, in fact, they kept their hand digging into the hero’s jaw as the hero tried desperately to turn their head away. The villain loved to see their hero panicking, writhing underneath them. The fear flooded their eyes as they desperately pleaded with the villain through them. The villain only pressed them further into the wall and listened to them gulp down their drink and whine like a good little hero.

The villain didn’t want to punish their hero, but they needed to after they dared to show their beautiful, amazing self to another. They were theirs and theirs only.

The hero spurted and heaved the drink up as it burned their lungs. Arms wrapped around their waist as the last cold contents of the bottle spilled over their face and hair. A little of the alcohol seeped out of their mouth, dripping down to their chest.

Their chest felt like it was on fire as they coughed more. Breathing felt like the hardest thing. They already felt the effects of the vodka seeping through their bones, making them mush.

“You made a mess of your expensive drink.” the villain snarked, slowly wiping some of the hero’s drool with their thumb.

The hero didn’t have much energy but they tried to glare, still coughing a bit. The villain reveled in it.

“Don’t worry,” the villain smiled too widely, “I'll clean it up for you.”

The hero didn’t have time to react before the villain gripped them by their hips and waist, and licked a long strip from their neck to where the vodka was seeping out of their mouth. Their hero couldn’t suppress their gasp.

The villain was thinking of doing this for too long of a time. They went absolutely insane when they found out about their little date. They were going to torture and kill them like all the others, but this time they wanted to torture their little defiant hero a bit instead. Teach them a lesson.

And the hero, the hero could only moan and whine underneath them as the villain devoured them, gripping them exactly in the way the hero wanted their date to.

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The moment I met my brother and beloved photographer, the injured Abdullah Al-Hajj, who was besieged for 14 days in Al-Shifa Hospital, and Abdullah had his legs amputated after the Israeli occupation planes targeted him while he was doing his work documenting scenes of the Al-Shati refugee camp, and he was without medical care, food, drink, or operations throughout this period. Period, his condition before the siege is very difficult, so what about his condition because he needs operations on a daily basis, so what about his condition during the siege!

After he saw me, he cried and said, "My love, Bilal."

Bilal Mortaja

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