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a villain that can hypnotise people through touch

The hero feels themselves tripping over their own two feet as the imposing figure advances on them, until their back hits the wall with a solid thud. They attempt to keep their breathing under control, but it’s a difficult game.

“Where are you going?” The villain asks simply, as if they don’t already know the answer to the question. The hero grits their teeth, baring them viciously.

“Stay back,” they hiss. “I mean it.”

“Or else what?” The villain chuckles humourlessly, their cold eyes not leaving theirs for even a moment. “You know you can’t win this fight.”

“No,” they shakily whisper, their eyes desperately searching for a way to escape. They are not ignorant to the power that the villain possesses. The power that had kept them trapped in their clutches for far too long. “Give me a ten foot pole and I’ll find a way to keep you away from me.”

The villain raises a brow. “You don’t have one of those, doll.”

“Yeah?” They spit. “Wanna bet?”

The villain takes a measured step forward, and the hero’s narrowed eyes suddenly widen, pressing themselves closer against the wall until they’re impossibly flat.

“No, please,” they breathe, their face wrinkling in fear. “The people need me, Villain. Please, let me go back out there.”

The villain laughs coldly, like that’s funny.

“You should see yourself when you cling to me,” they respond coolly, their eyes flashing with something dangerous. “It’s cute. You make these little doe eyes that drive me crazy.”

“That’s not me,” they choke, their hands pressing into their chest. “These gaps in my memory, not knowing how much time has passed, what you’ve made me do – it’s torture.”

“It’s far from torture, doll,” the villain frowns, taking another step forward. The hero’s heart hammers in their chest, lodging in their lungs and making it difficult to breathe. “You don’t see how much you’re spoiled.”

The hero chokes on a hitched breath. “You get off on this sick power play. You take away people’s free will, make them into—”

“—nothing?” The villain interrupts sharply. Their expression darkens. “You’d never understand what it’s like from my perspective. You’re thinking too hard, yet so little. Why don’t you come here?”

The hero instantly shakes their head. “No. Stay away from me.”

“Then I come to you.”

“Stay away.”

The hero makes a desperate lunge in an attempt to escape, but the villain’s hand seizes their wrist instantly, and they gasp. Tingles reverberate through their skin, and they desperately try to yank away. Their grasp is unrelenting, and with each second that ticks by, the tingles grow stronger, spreading through their body like wildfire.

“Stop,” they gasp, their knees weak when they’re tugged closer. “Please, please stop.”

“Shh,” the villain hums, a warm hand cupping their cheek, making the hero’s throat close up. Their mind goes haywire. But when the villain speaks, when their skin touches theirs, their thoughts begin to die out.

“That’s it, doll,” they purr, brushing a thumb under their eye when a stray tear leaked down their cheek. “Just like that.”

It’s always beautiful when the thoughts leave their eyes, when their weakening struggles die down, and they go slack and pliant in their arms. The villain’s eyes crinkle with a smile, admiring the dazed expression on their face. It takes moments until all the fight is drained out of them.

“There you go,” the villain hums, and their touch makes the hero go all fuzzy and lightheaded. “Let’s go back, shall we?”

The hero obediently follows them along.

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Insults (Fantasy Edition)

They're as useful as a wet blanket in the middle of winter

I could talk to my horse and have a better conversation

She did love her family, but she'd rather have an ocean between her and them.

He was the kind of man to stumble across rational thought quite by accident and dismiss it as absurd

'Quite frankly, I'd rather eat Hemlock.'

I know the gods do not exist, because if they did, they would've struck you down by now.

Well, you're clearly got some troll ancestry.

That's probably the wisest thing you've ever said and yet still you are wrong.

Do you just sit there all day and hope some sort of sentient through floats in your direction

She was tolerable. From a distance.

They were often wrong but never in doubt.

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Mad Scientist Wrapped

This year you:

Laughed nefariously 489 times.

Concocted 52 evil schemes.

Made 52 inators.

Were Defeated by heroes 52 times.

Asked out Heroes 26 times.

Were rejected by heroes 25 times.

Asked out then got seduced by Secret Agent Superspy and tricked into going on a date where he tied you up and foiled your evil scheme 1 times.

Got 306 new hypnotized evil minions and fellow villains on Tumblr!

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Hero forced to go on a date with a villain to convince them to help? Hero is terrified and villain is flirty. (Love your writing so much ❤️)

"Oh, good," the villain purred. "You received the clothes I sent you."

The hero's skin prickled under the villain's admiring gaze, heat rushing to their face.

The villain smirked, even though the blush was hardly flustered pleasure, so much as some flushed combination of helpless, frightened fury and humiliation. The villain made a twirling gesture with their finger.

The hero turned in a slow circle, however much they hated putting their back to the villain for even a second. Not that it mattered. The villain was just as dangerous standing in front of them as behind them. The hero still jumped when they turned to find the villain right in front of them, movements perfectly silent. Or maybe the hero's heart was simply pounding too loud to hear.

"You are even more stunning than usual," the villain said. "Now say hello." They tapped their cheek.

The hero leaned in, dizzy, and pressed a quick chaste kiss where the villain indicated.

The villain curled an arm around them, pulling them flush in one easy movement.

The hero squeaked.

Any thought that this could even vaguely be like a normal date, with the same expected courtesies, social niceties and distance, vanished. They really hoped they weren't expected to put out on the first date too. They weren't sure what they do would do if that was the price that the villain demanded in return to their aid.

The hero tried to focus on the main goal, but their every instinct twitched to have the villain so close. It made it difficult to think straight.

The villain inhaled, lips brushing the hero's cheek in turn. "Fear," they said. "Is such an exquisite perfume on you, my dear."

Then the two of them teleported.

The villain's ability was such that they could transport themselves across both great distances, and also great time periods. The only thing they needed to do it was some small thread, an item or even a memory, to connect them to where they wanted to go.

It made them almost virtually impossible to imprison or out-trick.

It also made them the only person the hero knew who could rescue the trapped civilians before it was too late.

Unfortunately for the hero, 'too late' for the villain, given their abilities, was rather less of a ticking time bomb than it was for the hero's stress levels. How long would they draw it out? There were still limits, there had to be. Bringing back the dead on one's own timeline was a rather different skill, after all.

The two of them appeared upon an empty beach, the sky lit the same fading gold as the sand. The air was warm and sweet. There was a picnic blanket awaiting beneath a small marquee like-covering, its hangings entwined with glimmering lights. There was a picnic basket, too.

"I'm told," the villain said, "that you enjoy picnics."

The hero was never going to enjoy a picnic ever again.

Their stomach squeezed, unsure how they were even going to manage to eat anything without hurling. Except, well, they could imagine how well throwing up in the middle of the date would go. They resisted the urge to start running, or at least recoil. They let the villain lead them to sit down instead.

The villain retrieved delicate glasses, too fine for any normal picnic, and poured them - it was the hero's favourite wine, too. Their favourite food. How could the villain know? How intently did they watch?

The hero shoved away another wave of dizziness.

"So," they said. "You said you'd consider helping, if I came to this date with you. I'm here, so-"

The villain clicked their tongue and held up their glass in toast. "Don't be so eager to skip the foreplay, love. You'll need it."

The hero nearly dropped the glass in panic.

The villain smiled, head tilted in that admiring way once more.

"I said I'd go on a date." The hero tried to keep their voice light, careless, suitably at an advantage. "That was it. I said nothing about how long that date would be, or how good it would be. I've shown you what it can be like if I behave, but-"

"But if I don't help you, you'll be a naughty little hero?" The villain bit down on their lip, as if delighting in the idea.

The hero stopped short, feeling like they'd put their foot in a minefield. An active one.

The villain laughed, softly. "Whatever would I do with you, if you did that?"

"You could save them now," the hero tried again, mouth dry. "Come back, after - I'm not going anywhere." There was nothing light or careless in their voice now. "Where would I go? I have no idea where we even are."

And thinking about that, about being somewhere completely alone with the villain...

"And miss that adorable desperation on your face? Sweetheart."

The villain sounded chiding, and the hero shivered.

They gulped down a mouthful of wine but couldn't taste it over the acrid panic burning in their throat.

The villain settled back, perfectly at ease, and set their glass their down. They arranged food on...there was only one plate. One plate, two forks. The villain loaded up a bite, holding the morsel out the hero's mouth, eyes agleam with dark amusement, with a hunger that had nothing to do with the horrifyingly delicious scents surrounding them.

"I'm curious," the villain said, "how far you'd go save them. And the night is still so young! Shall we find out?"

In the end, everyone was saved from the caves and the oncoming tide. In the end, the hero lay upon a picnic basket, cool evening air stroking bare skin and...

And the villain stopped. Arms braced on either side of the hero's head, studying them.

"I said I wanted to see how far you'd go to save them," the villain said. "I didn't say I'd make you do it. When you pick me you'll do it of your own volition."

The hero stared at them, brain un-computing.

The villain smiled, and pressed their fingers to the hero's lips instead, parting them a fraction.

"They're saved, my dear. Have been for a while. Now." They sat up, and pulled back. "Shall we do this again and see what you do next time? I still can't quite predict you...you're incredible."

And time looped back to the beginning of the evening again.

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whumpy object: a spoon

congratulations. u have unlocked a repressed memory (i was haunted by the spoon killer for years. i literally just managed to watch it in whole at 21 even tho it's literally a joke video. i conquered a fear today)

tw addiction, corporal punishment, brief creepy/intimate whumper, forced intimacy

addiction whump. dirty, burnt spoons

spoons used to give medicine (maybe it's just cherry cough syrup, maybe it's something serious)

spoons used to feed whumpee warm soup (by caretaker when they're too weak? or by whumper as they're tied down and forced to enjoy a nice dinner?)

whumpee born with a silver spoon in their mouth. kidnapped for ransom. forced to work.

whumper born with a silver spoon in their mouth. can't take no for an answer

caretaker born with a silver spoon in their mouth. can't fathom whumpee's predicament that stems from, in part, from now being filthy rich

spooning... nice spooning with someone whumpee loves, or forced with whumper

iced spoons on wounds and swollen places to soothe them

beaten with a wooden spoon as a disciplinary measure

wooden spoon with a sharpened, pointy end

feral whumpee who's only allowed spoons, no forks or knives

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merry suf-mas everyone

#friend art is good!

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like a rolling stone!

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cleaned up these sketches today 😌

blue jays are assholes but they’re so fun to draw.

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Genes

Hm... i kinda want to make comics about uh... less than silly subjects. would that be ok

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Yes I’m an Azula apologist—she deserved better; she deserved therapy and love and support and patience 🫶

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things i’ll not call you a whore for:

sexual activity

how you dress

things i’ll call you a whore for:

stealing my food 

stealing my lemons

my cat likes you more than me

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for my friends bday

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emily gwen, the creator of the sunset lesbian flag that we’ve come to commonly use, still continues to live in poverty.

multi-billion dollar companies have used their design and made profit from it, and yet they have not seen a cent for their creation.

i’ve been friends with emily for years, and i have not once seen them be financially stable the entire time. i’ve seen them homeless, unemployed, starving. right now, they need our help more than ever.

please consider donating to emily’s ko-fi, especially if you’ve used their design to create something and profited from it.

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yeah sorry we took your canon male character and made him a butch dyke. no yeah it didnt change his appearance hes just a butch dyke now. sorry. hes infinitely cooler now if that makes u feel better

#this is what RZR should have been #RZR #chris marquette #it’s a horrible show don’t watch it

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Other Voice Actors: hey guys here's my obligatory social media presence (:

Other Voice Actors: thanks for supporting my project (:

Other Voice Actors: I'm going to pretend like the fandom doesn't exist for my own sanity (:

Cody Christian, the voice of Cloud Strife:

Homie showed up to the ship wars with a bat and is just taking out kneecaps.

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why small kittens are always either the most pathetic or the most evil creature you've ever seen