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#an answer for an ask
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Hello!! I would like to request a part 2 (or not? more like another POV) to the protective younger sibling!sidekick snippet if you’re okay with it ^^
This time it’s hero asking henchman to meet up and henchman just panics like “omg do they know who i am?? bro im going to get my ass beat and die 😭💀” and decides to spill everything from their real identity to their bar escapades with sidekick
but in reality hero was just really glad that their younger sibling finally got a special someone so they just wanted to get to know them more and all about their relationship😭 also ofc they knew who henchman was all along, duh (their villain lover tells them literally everything)
pt. 1
“I swear, I wasn’t trying to spy on them or anything like that — at first I didn’t even know it was them and I think they still don’t know it’s me. I just kind of met them a couple of times coincidentally and I don’t know, I like them a lot, I really do. They’re so smart and like, I don’t know, so quick? Like they can keep up with my mind and I wasn’t really trying anything at first, I didn’t even think they’d like me and I was just kind of—”
“Woah, I didn’t even get to accuse you of anything.” The hero played with their pen out of habit and studied the henchman. They were certainly panicking and the hero was not going to let something this small turn into this giant thing. “I wish all my interrogations would go that way. Would make my job certainly easier…”
“Please don’t kill me,” the henchman whispered.
“Jeez. Relax. I’m not gonna kill you for dating my sibling.” The hero rolled their eyes. What exactly was their lover telling the henchman about them? That they were some sort of monster?
They definitely needed to talk to the villain. They’d danced around this subject for a while now. When the hero had found out a few weeks ago, they had wanted to talk to the henchman immediately but the villain had urged them not to rush into anything.
And they supposed the villain was right about that.
Getting into other people’s business didn’t always turn out great for the hero.
And they simply really wanted to see their lover.
“Technically, we’re not dating…”
“Well, whatever you want to call it, I can’t tell you what to do and what not to do. You’re great, so I have nothing to fear. I just wanted to get to know you a little better.” The hero worried their lip between their teeth. Maybe they had enough time to visit the villain during lunch? They let the pen spin in their hand.
“Wait…really?”
“Yeah, you’re old enough, I reckon. You can decide these things for yourself.” The hero took in a deep breath. Maybe they should review some cases first? For whatever reason, their mind kept jumping from one topic to another and they weren’t really sure if it was the coffee or them being a little more nervous than they wanted to admit.
This was their sibling’s first (potential) relationship. Clearly, they were old enough and the henchman was a great choice but the hero wondered if their sibling wanted to distance themselves now that they were older.
Whatever choice they’d make, the hero was going to support them, even if that meant they were the annoying older sibling. Maybe the villain had some advice for them.
They closed their eyes and took in a deep breath. Speculating wouldn’t get them far.
“I’m not really used to…responsibility, I guess?” The henchman stared at the hero’s desk as if they were trying to control it with their mind. Their nervousness had shifted to embarrassment and the hero didn’t want that in their office either.
“How so?”
The henchman thought about their words carefully, as if the hero was still an enemy they needed to be cautious around.
That was smart. But the hero doubted they still saw them as a threat. If they really wanted to date the hero’s sibling, they’d try everything to end up on the hero’s good side.
God, their mind was racing. They really needed to see the villain. They always managed to calm them down.
“…sometimes I feel more like a burden to the villain. They barely take me out on missions or let me help them,” they eventually said and the hero couldn’t believe how far off the henchman was with an assumption like that.
Them? A burden to the villain who protected them, shielded them as if they were their own child?
“They’re terrified of losing you,” the hero said.
“I can take care of myself. I’m not dumb.”
“They don’t think you are.” The hero clicked their pen a couple of times and doodled some hearts onto paper. The henchman seemed to be a usually quiet person but right now, a lot of frustration was set free.
It wasn’t exactly anger; it was disappointment.
“Still, I would appreciate a little more trust. I am more than capable to help them. I don’t want to do just research. One time, they nearly died because they didn’t tell me they were injured.”
“They do trust you. They’re just trying to shield you from the bad things. Believe me, I’ve tried doing that and I’ve failed,” the hero said.
“Then what am I doing wrong? I’m not a child anymore. I know how to fight.”
The hero was quiet for a moment. Apparently those doubts had manifested throughout time. The henchman felt quite worthless and couldn’t really see how much the villain actually cared about them.
How the villain made sure they were eating and drinking enough. How they called them several times a day to make sure they were okay. How they researched schools and workplaces for them all the time.
“You’re an orphan, aren’t you?” they asked as gentle as possible.
The henchman nodded. “I barely talk about it.”
“Well, the villain is an orphan as well and they were robbed of their childhood. They don’t want you to grow up as quick as they had to. That’s why they let you do…well, office work instead of getting your hands dirty. It’s more of an excuse. They want you to study people instead of fighting them.”
“…but they need me. They’re a total idiot sometimes. Last week they were clearly outnumbered and almost got themselves killed. Again.”
“Well, thank God I am here now to help them. More or less.” The hero leaned back. Most of the time, they disagreed with the villain when it came to work. But they’d obviously break a few rules to save their lover every now and then. “You need them just as much as they need you, don’t you?”
The henchman didn’t meet their eyes, so the hero continued.
“You think they don’t care and you think they’re pushing you away but that’s not true. Truth is, this isn’t all fun and games. Seeing someone you love collapse is the worst thing in the world. Losing someone close to you is an indescribable grief. Let me do the saving and the nasty work. You can guide them. Do the research and make plans. Fight my sibling occasionally…”
Suddenly, the henchman blushed.
“Oh, I…uh…”
“You’re right. You aren’t a child anymore and you can decide what you want to do with your future. But there are people who care about you and they will try to shield you from danger, no matter how old you are.” The hero stretched their limbs and suppressed a yawn. They stared at the doodles they had drawn on a few sticky notes.
They had subconsciously written the first letter of the villain’s name into the hearts.
Now, they really wanted to see their villain. They knew their lover was calculated and smart and capable but the hero needed to see that stupid smirk more than anything. All this talk about danger and death…
“Don’t worry, okay?” they asked and the henchman nodded. “If you need anything, just ask me.”
“Thank you. Really, thank you.”
The hero stared at the doodles and smiled softly.
“Don’t you have a date to go on? Or is that tomorrow?” they asked.
“Tomorrow—” The henchman was still blushing when they stood up. “I should, uh, probably go. Again, you really helped me. Thank you.”
“Anytime.”
It was safe to say that the hero and the villain had lunch together.
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willowfernn · 14 days
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You should totes draw Mothwing 🙏🙏
You are so right, here’s your woman:
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ask-mark-stuff · 17 days
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Help!
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violets-and-books · 6 months
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Wylan riding a motorcycle in a modern AU got me ✨thinking✨
Tattoo shop parlour. Wylan owns it and opens it across the street from Jesper, who, to many peoples' unsurprise, opened a small shooting range doubled as a gun store (with a limit on certain guns). He wants to own a bakery because he just likes the idea and he likes kitchen work because it keeps him moving, and he likes to shoot but he doesn't want to be associated with it, especially because he lives in a bad part of town (why Wylan opening there was so shocking). Jesper is doing his absolute best to keep the range afloat despite his gambling debt that's been stacking up.
They meet and do not get along. Jesper thinks Wylan is a total bitch and Wylan thinks Jesper is an asshole. After a series of glaring at each other from across the street, Wylan gets a call from his bestie, Nina, asking if he could pick up her friend from his house and bring her to his because her car won't start. Wylan goes and turns out, it's Jesper, surprise surprise. Jesper is drunk as hell and Wylan delivers him to Nina as promised, but not before lecturing his neighbor/stranger about the dangers of being intoxicated and alone. Jesper later gets Wylan's number off Nina and texts a thank you the next morning. Wylan thinks to himself, "Maybe he's okay", and Jesper does the same.
They actually start getting along when Jesper comes over to personally thank Wylan and they get talking because Wylan was closing and Jesper wasn't busy and had an employee to take care of things while he was gone. So they have like a genuine conversation and Jesper rips a flirty comment and Wylan blushes and it's begun from that point forwards.
Anyways. Indulging your Motorcycle Wylan and my Jesper likes Baking head canons. Enjoy bestie 😋😌
Wylan riding a motorcycle is the most perfect au to ever exist, please and thank you
TATTOO AND FLOWER SHOP!!! I love Wylan owning a tattoo parlour because a) he would, just to piss his dad off (cos Van Eck is definitely the kind of guy who believes tattoos lower iq or something) and b) it fits so well with both his rebellious side and also the motorbike?
Jes- Jesper owns a what?
Bestie, I am from Britain. You have no idea how much fear and confusion the words "gun shop" struck into my heart
Jesper's gambling debts, those are IMPORTANT!!! Thank you for including them!!!
Wesper not getting along at the beginning is always *chef's kiss*
Wesper having a mutual friend, love it!
BESTIE
Bestie. What if
What if the "I like your stupid face" is a drunk confession? Like, Jesper's sprawled across the back seat of Wylan's car, drunk out of his mind, having just listened to Wylan's lecture about why you shouldn't drink alone and then
Jesper: Yknow, your face would be a lot prettier if it didn't talk so much
Wylan: What?
Jesper: I like your stupid face. It's your voice that's the problem
Wylan: I'm.... sorry?
Jesper, not really listening: Well, not your voice. What you do with your stupid voice. You shouldn't lecture so much. 'T huuurts
And then he doesn't speak for the rest of the car ride
Bestie, I love this
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black-rose-events · 2 months
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Hello hello! Sorry to bother you, but it's been a few days after February and my writing for Villiantines hasn't been posted here yet. Should I @ you again on the post?
Hey @chaoticgoodthief!
Unfortunately both Codex and I have been foiled! Between work (smh villains gotta pay the bills somehow thanks to those pesky heroes interrupting our visit to the city bank 😒) and catching colds, we've fallen a bit behind on our reblogs.
We're hoping to have everything reblogged by Friday now that I'm on the mend and can focus on words😎
- Mod Spectre 👻
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sixofcrowsxzoya · 8 months
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do you have an ao3?
no unfortunately not! i just started writing, even though ive been in the fandom for ages. feel free to request a fic anytime tho!
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yamujiburo · 3 months
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clothes shopping!
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ineed-to-sleep · 3 months
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Collection of memes with mostly my tav/astarion to keep myself sane
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bixels · 4 months
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Baffled.
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Could you do uh some story about villain who betrayed hero but then regretted it, and hero hates his guts for it? I just want to see the world burn.
If u don't want to , that's fine, love ur writing, keep shining queen
“You…” The tears in the hero’s eyes blurred their vision and their mind alike. Their hand shook around the blade as they tried to let their own weight the work, instead of actively pushing it into the villain’s chest.
But the villain was just as determined as always, just as strong. None of them were happy about the situation. The hero saw it in their eyes.
Why did it have to come to this?
“I’m sorry,” the villain whispered and the hero could feel how their resistance weakened. Their weapon was already slicing up the villain’s suit.
For the first time, the hero didn’t have a plan. Their mind was full of rage and urged them to finish the job.
With the villain out of the picture, these feelings would go away. They would be able to sleep at night, they would be able to move on and get into a relationship. They wouldn’t dread the hours.
But they couldn’t. They couldn’t kill them, no matter how intense their pain was. They couldn’t kill this person who had shared a bed with them. Who had cared for them. Who had loved them.
Right before the blade could cut through flesh, the hero cursed and tossed it away. Tears of rage and grief ran down their cheeks and they could barely form any words as they sat on top of the villain and broke down into a million pieces.
Their tears fell onto the villain’s chest as their trembling fingers clawed at the villain’s suit. They wanted to make them suffer, they wanted to make them feel the kind of pain that they had experienced, that they were still going through.
But the hero knew violence wouldn’t ease their mind.
“Leave,” the hero said eventually. Their voice was shaking. “You have to leave.”
“Please, I am sorry. I didn’t lie about my feelings for you.” The villain’s voice was calm and calculated as so often but the hero could hear the little bit of desperation that came through.
“No, you have to leave.” The hero dried their tears with their sleeves. It was as if their heartstrings snapped. That kind of pain was completely different from all the wounds the hero was used to. Torn flesh and broken bones — all of that didn’t even come close to what they were feeling now.
“I am sorry, okay? I am sorry for lying. I’ve fallen for you, I cannot help it. I wasn’t supposed to but I did and I — I think about you and I miss you and it wasn’t supposed to be like this, okay!?” The hero shook their head.
“Leave the city,” they said. They had no other choice.
“No,” the villain said. Their eyes widened and instead of their calm demeanour, they panicked. They sat up and the hero stood up, ready to go. For the umpteenth time, their heart squeezed together until blood dropped. “I won’t leave you a second time. I don’t care if you stab me to death or poison me or beat me. I don’t care if you torture me. I won’t go. I will stay with you this time. I will make it up to you. Whatever you want. Tell me what to do and I will obey.”
“I don’t want you here,” the hero answered. “If you love me, you’ll be gone by tomorrow. You will never come back.”
“No, please.” The villain stood up and reached for the hero. Their hands found the hero’s forearms and for a second, the hero was back in their bedroom, waking up next to them. They were stitching up each other’s wounds. They were kissing at the kitchen table.
The hero pushed them away.
“You’re not welcome here anymore.”
“You know as well as I that we belong together,” the villain said. Despite the shock in their eyes, they seemingly tried to keep it together. To use reason instead of emotions. The hero cursed themselves. Even when they hated them, they knew them. They knew every single habit, every single detail. “This will haunt you.”
“You already do.” The hero paused and took one last look at the villain. “Don’t you ever come back.”
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willowfernn · 14 days
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Dovewing :33
Douwing <3 (I hc she has that harmless “wing” mutation hehe.)
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ask-mark-stuff · 15 days
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Boi
He looks handsome! :)
Is his head..a mouth? Why are there eyes in there...?
Don't be rude, Mark!
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violets-and-books · 8 months
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Have you read any of the Wesper Spider Man AUs on AO3? There's like five I think and they're pretty good
I have not because I fear that a lot of them are based on Across the Spiderverse, which I haven't seen yet
But crows superhero AUs are just >>>>>
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carlyraejepsans · 3 months
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When I was like 15 I dated this guy named Wes and we would roleplay Soriel so then when we broke up it made me have a vendetta against the ship for a few years. You made me like them again though so thanks. Also I'm a lesbian now.
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samble-moved · 8 months
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post itself
false flags
trans/adjacent tags
accessibility features
tumblr live post (thanks for the link, @problemnyatic)
flashing / strobing / lights
unblockable flashing ad
buying ad free
staff @/macmanx guilt trip
list of staff + more issues
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evilwizard · 2 months
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what is the difference between a witch and a wizard
wizards are mathematicians and physicists. witches are chemists and biologists
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