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maybeitsalivescribbles · 15 hours

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Hey! Hope your having a good day! If you want to, could you do a story where a supervillain typically goes easy on a group of rookie heroes, as he usually fights them just for fun, and could destroy them if he wanted.

He just lets them think they can beat him.

Then, something happens (maybe they cross a line, and one of the heroes tries to stop their team from crossing that line but they don't listen) where the supervillain shows them just how powerful he actually is?

Sure. Do you mind if we stop for ice cream?

A Taste of Revenge

“You’ll never get away with this!” yelled one of the three Heroes from afar.

Supervillain smiled and just waved at them while flames and energy beams hit his forcefield without leaving a scratch. It was, in fact, the third time this month he was getting away with this.

The heroes were all new, of course. The town was too little for the closest hero agency to care about what was happening here, so they’d only sent their three youngest. Sometimes they popped in while he was minding his business. They always thought they’d found a way to break through his defenses, and were always wrong. He didn’t care much, amused by these three overgrown teenagers who were looking equally embarrassed and proud of their muscles, trying to speak loud to cover their awkwardness. There was no use hurting them. The hero agency would have sent someone competent in their place. If Supervillain was only mildly inconvenienced by them, and they were convinced to gloriously fight against evil, everyone was happy.

It was sunset. There was no time to sleep before another night’s work, but enough to take a break. Supervillain went home, put his citizen clothes on, called his cat who jumped on his shoulders, and went in his favorite ice cream shop. Coincidentally, it had a magnificent view on the shiny new heroes headquarters.

The door bell rang. The shop owner raised her head and smiled at him. He was a usual customer.

“Hello, Citizen.”

“Hello, sir. Hello to you two,” she added, nodding politely to his pet.

Supervillain smiled in return. To make sure he wouldn’t be ever recognized, he’d gotten a cat. Mister Whiskers was more than happy to follow him in his ice cream adventures, especially since Supervillain was the one who walked for them both. People asked to pet the kitty sometimes, but never gave his face a second glance.

“What will you take, sir?”

Supervillain pondered for a moment, answering then:

“When I was eight, my mother took me to see the ocean for the first time. I want three scoops of that memory flavor in a cup, please.”

“Right away, sir.”

She took a cup that she filled three times with white ice cream, then gently set her opened palms over it and closed her eyes. The scoops changed into a lovely turquoise. Mister Whiskers mewed with anticipation, opening and closing his mouth.

“And for the cat?”

“A kid scoop of Oyster-Caviar, lactose-free.”

She gave his orders to him. Supervillain thanked her and settled in his usual corner. While Mister Whiskers ate his own treat like he hadn’t already eaten thrice today, Supervillain took his time, glazing by the window. For the Heroes headquarters, it was the end of the day. Secretaries were pouring down the establishment. He looked at them with interest, wondering how many people was needed to manage three baby heroes. Sometimes they went in the ice cream shop, looking harassed, not giving him a second look. They never stayed long. It was just enough for him to memorize their faces and note their schedules.

Supervillain bit his lip to hide his smile when he saw the Heroic Trio getting out of the agency, their faces crumpled. Every time he saw them by the window, he wondered what would happen if they were coming here. Today, he realized that he was going to find out. After pausing, all three opened the door and went into the line that had been forming.

Supervillain took a spoonful of ice cream. It melted on his mouth as lightly as foam. It was a flavor of pure joy, with an aftertaste of melancholy. These holidays had not lasted long. Why rush his break, then? He was more than convinced that he wouldn’t get noticed, and if he was, well, that was too bad for the customers. Most of them didn’t linger anyway. They thanked Citizen and went out, hastily eating out outside, maybe because the Heroic Trio grumbled louder and louder about the wait. The line went down quickly until the moment a little boy asked for a cone.

“I can make all the flavors you want in the world, young man,” said Citizen. “Every memory, every feeling, every object, the weather, time itself, everything has a taste.”

The little boy thought long and hard, reading out loud the suggestions. After fifteen minutes, he made his choice:

“Chocolate.”

Ignoring the loud groans behind, he was about to merrily go out, when one of the heroes caught him by the shirt:

“You haven’t paid, kid.”

“She gives it to me for free,” explained the boy, pointing at Citizen.

“Really? Why is that?”

The kid shrugged, licking his cone.

“Sometimes, I do the dishes.”

“He’s right,” intervened the shop owner. “He’s done nothing wrong, let him go.”

Hero released the kid, who went away trotting and licking his prize, and turned back to the owner with a frowning face:

“What sort of business are you running here?”

Citizen raised an eyebrow:

“I don’t understand.”

“Do you see these suits, ma’am?”

“Well, yes-”

“That means we’re heroes. He-roes, you understand? We protect you all day, putting our lives in danger for you. We’ve just escaped the most dangerous criminal of this town. We’d like to give us a little respect.”

“But I didn’t-”

“You made us wait to indulge a kid who can take anything he wants? It’s bad business practice. Terrible, even. How can you make profits like that? It’s a wonder this shop is still open.”

The three heroes towering over her, the woman tried to look at Supervillain, the only customer remaining, but he avoided his gaze. He wasn’t about to blow his cover for that. Furthermore, Mister Whiskers had finished his cup and was now interested in Supervillain’s ice cream. He put it away, but as he avoided the cat’s insistent paws, he was still listening to the conversation, quietly readjusting his perception of his self-proclaimed foes. Kids they were, but bullies are of every age. He heard them making their choice (one Nova scoop, two Oncoming Storm scoops, one First Prize cup), and refusing to pay.

“ If you give free food to the bloody kid, I think you can afford to give us a free pass, too.”

The shop owner made the effort to laugh, throwing her red braid off her shoulder.

“You have a good sense of humor,” she said politely.

“I’m not joking.”

Ah, thought Supervillain, there you go. Citizen raised her tone, but they laughed at her:

“What are you going to do, use your power?”

“That’s not our fault if all you can do is ice-cream flavor', said another. “I’m sorry you can’t be a Hero, but not everyone is born equal, don’t take it on us.”

Supervillain stared at his blue ice cream melting, waiting for the shop seller to burst in tears and give in. That didn’t happen. Instead, she clenched her fists and said:

“I am more useful than you.”

The booming laughter of the Heroic trio filled the room, but the shop owner was fed up. She hit the counter with her little hand and yelled, covering their voices:

“I feed children who are hungry. I give people the taste of things they’ve forgotten and can’t have otherwise. I give people shelter when they need it. You’ve just set foot in the neighborhood and do nothing but cause property damage. I am the better Hero. Now get out of my shop.”

The laughs died out. With a stony face, one of the heroes went behind the counter, pushing her away, and took their orders by force.

“Keep telling yourself that,” he said.

The doorbell rang when they left. A heavy silence fell.

The shop seller rocked slightly on her heels, burying her face in her hands. Supervillain looked at her, then at his now melted ice cream. His mom had offered him to see the ocean to cheer him up. He remembered why, too. Because of the day before. A school day. A bitter taste in his mouth. The wall behind his back. Kids with frowning looks and mocking smiles.

“Forcefield is not even a real power.”

“You’re so uncool.”

“What can you do, uh? Hiding like the coward you are?”

Supervillain sighed, shaking his head. No, that wouldn’t do at all.

He stood up, holding out a handkerchief to the ice cream seller. She took it without looking at him. While she blew her nose, he turned his eyes towards the Hero headquarters, looking at the Heroic Trio walking away.

“They’re kids,” he said. “They don’t know a lot of things.”

“That doesn’t give them an excuse to-”

“I know. They have no respect for powers that aren’t flashy enough for them. They’re the kind of people thinking that forcefields are for defense only.”

He smiled. All the windows on the first floor of the Hero headquarters exploded.

People screamed in the streets. The Heroic Trio came back running despite the glass shards flying, trying to localize the culprit.

“They have no imagination,” he explained pleasantly at the shop owner, who was looking at the scene with wide eyes. “They don’t know how impenetrable shields that can be projected from everywhere could be used otherwise.”

He glanced at the building now cut in two, shaking his head:

“I mean, how can they realize that this kind of shield could pierce any matter like a knife through hot butter?”

The heroes wanted to rush towards the headquarters, but bounced back. The forceshield was now covering the whole building, slightly buzzing. It didn’t stop there. It got tighter and tighter until the walls cracked and collapsed under the pressure.

“People inside-” squeaked Citizen.

“It’s the end of the day, my dear.”

The heroic trio was running around, getting people away, swearing and not knowing what to do. The forcefield didn’t vanish until the building was in ruins. Only then Supervillain turned towards the show owner. She flinched hard, but he only pulled out his wallet.

“Now, how much do we owe you?”

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the-starlit-authoress · 24 days

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Based on this prompt by my beloved @puddleslimewrites <3

Hero didn't shrink under Superhero's gaze. They stared back, expression firm. "I know I messed up. But I did what I could to fix it and no one got killed."

"There are three civilians in critical condition in the hospital. You don't know no one got killed yet."

"What else do expect me to do? I did my best to make it right."

"I expect better from a hero of the agency!" Superhero tried not to raise their voice. They and Hero were standing in one of the agency hallways, this argument was far too public.

Hero crossed their arms and glared back at Superhero. "I never even wanted to be a hero! This is what you wanted. I did what you asked of me and look where it got us."

"You mean where you got us. Do you understand how much damage control I'm going to have to do with the press because of this? And with the agency and city officials?"

"Is that all you care about? The mess I made that you have to clean up? Don't you even care how this might be affecting me? Or I don't know, can't you at least be proud of me for taking responsibility and trying to fix it?"

Superhero sighed like they were dealing with a disobedient child that refused to go to bed. "I don't have time to hold your hand right now, I have the agency to deal with."

"Oh my god can you not be Superhero for one fucking minute and just be my mom?"

Superhero pinched the bridge of her nose. "We'll talk about this later. Just go home."

"I'm not a little kid you can just send to my room for timeout anymore. You-"

"[Name], go. home." Superhero shot her child a warning look. Hero held her gaze until she turned and started walking down the hall.

Hero resisted the urge to yell at her as they turned the opposite direction and stormed out.

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late-night-tourist-attraction · 1 year

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#30

The villain's assistant came marching into the villain's office with a mild look of displeasure. Trailing close behind them was a small child dressed up in rags.

Briefly the villain looked up from their stack of papers to greet their assistant only to double take when getting a glimpse of the child.

" assistant, why is there a child in my office?" The villain had asked with an arched brow.

The assistant let out a long sigh as they pushed the child closer to the villain. " It appears that this child is insisting that they are yours."

Wide-eyed the villain peered over their desk to get a better look at the child . " what!?" The villain had screeched out before getting up from their seat. "no, no, no, no, that is impossible?’’ the villain had screeched out yet again.” assistant just what kind of silly little joke are trying to pull here?!!’’ the villain had inquired.

The assistant rolled their eyes In annoyance. ” here!’ the assistant said as they handed a small bundle of worn-out papers to the villain before they swiftly turned on their heels. “With all due respect boss, you pay me to deal with company matters, not your family affairs, so I’ll let you figure this all out then.’’ the assistant had finally said before making their leave.

The villain sighed in frustration. ‘’Great, this is just great, wonderful even.’’ the villain had sarcastically said before looking at the bundle of papers in their hands. “ now, what am I to do with you?” the villain had said as they looked down at the child that stood before them.

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thepenultimateword · 2 years

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Short Prompt #40

"Daaarling~"

Despite moving in two weeks ago, the house was still practically unfurnished, and Supervillain's voice echoed eerily through the emptiness. An unseen wall here, a shadowed wall there; it was all so dark how was Villain to recognize which voice was the original?

They held themself closer to the kitchen wall, heart beating violently against their ribcage while their hands fumbled around the counter in search of drawer handles. If only they could find something, anything...

The clack of footsteps on the hard floor froze them solid. They were close. Closer than Villain had anticipated.

Villain scrambled behind the island just before the lights flicked on, illuminating the blank kitchen in a sterile white light that made the marble countertops gleam too bright.

"I know you're in here, love," Supervillain sang again, this time half whispered.

Goosebumps raised on the back of Villain's neck, and they slowly lowered themself to all fours, padding slowly, hand over hand toward the gaping arch leading to the living room. Escaping through such a large opening was a longshot but it was a better chance than--

Their sock slipped on the polished wood, sending them sprawling forward with a flail of limbs and the loud thunk of their forehead against floorboards.

Supervillain's lurched around the island, every tooth bared and gleaming in a wide, predatory grin.

"Found you."

They swooped down all at once, seizing them roughly under their arms. Villain shrieked.

"No! No!" They thrashed wildly in the larger criminal's grip, but no amount of fighting stopped them from being dragged backward out of the kitchen and through the pitch-black depths of the long, barren hall.

"It's just a dinner!" Supervillain said, veering away from Villain's clawing hands.

"There's going to be two forks!"

"You don't know that!"

"They're heroes!" Villain cried. "They're going to be posh and perfect and condescendingly nice about all our mistakes! I refuse to fall prey to their trickery and wiles!"

"My love," Supervillain said with barely masked exasperation. "It's a double date, not a fight to the death."

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villainsandcivilians · 4 months

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your writing is so good! here’s a request with the dialogue prompts:

something hurt/comfort with prompts 13 & 14

thanks!

Thank you, I hope you enjoy! (Also I’m alive and writing again!)

Warnings; blood, unconsciousness, head injury

Masterlist

Just a reminder that this is not a prompt and requests are open

Villain’s mind was in turmoil. Half of the time their heart was in their throat, the rest they were filled with a murderous rage that came on so suddenly that it was a struggle not to let their power explode out of them like a tornado. Civilian – limp, unconscious, bloodied Civilian – was cradled against their chest, arms hanging uselessly by their sides whilst Villain ran as best they could to get back to their base in time. Their heart twisted at the cruelty of it all. Villain knew they would have still been walking with these injuries, in a lot of pain but conscious and feral enough to carry on fighting. But Civilian? Civilian, who had never seen a day of violence in their life was passed out in Villain’s arms. Villain bared their teeth in a snarl. When they found out who was responsible for this, there would be hell to pay.

Their step faltered as they glanced down at Civilian, a drying track of blood mapping a path from their nose to their chin, their chapped lips parted. Villain forced their hands to remain steady, even as they wanted to shake with rage. The worst part was that in some way, this was their fault. The only reason anyone would attack Civilian was to get to Villain, especially after they made it clear that Civilian was off limits. Villain had begun making a mental list of people to interrogate without really realising they were doing it. They gritted their teeth and carried on running.

Villain didn’t dare think about how much time it had taken them to get back to their base, the elevator ride to their quarters too long and too silent. Their personal doctor was already on their way, meaning Villain just had to get Civilian situated and do a preliminary check of their injuries in time for their arrival. Villain bolted out of the lift before the doors were fully open, slamming their hand onto the scanner and cursing the device throughout the few seconds it took to register their identity. They ran straight into their living room, heedless of the blood and dirt that was doubtless being ground into the carpet with every step.

Without putting Civilian down, Villain pulled several cushions onto the floor and out of the way, and arranged the rest to support Civilian’s head. Villain ever so gently lifted Civilian’s body onto the sofa and laid them down, sharp eyes monitoring their every movement. Villain carefully cupped their hands around Civilian’s head to keep it steady. Their temple was bloody and starting to bruise a horrible purple colour. Villain swallowed, two fingertips pressed against Civilian’s weak pulse. Villain didn’t know how long their partner had been laying there, how long they had been unconscious. If they didn’t wake up soon –

A shot of adrenalin pumped through Villain’s veins and their muscles tensed in an instant as Civilian jolted, then gasped for air. Their eyes flew open and darted around the room frantically, trying to place themselves. Villain was there immediately.

“Sweetheart, it’s alright, I’m here. I’m right here with you, I’ve got you.” Villain’s heart twisted at the frightened look in their lover’s eyes as they finally looked up. “That’s right, just look at me. You’re safe here, we’re home now. You don’t need worry.” Civilian swallowed harshly.

“Wh-what happened?” It was a struggle for Villain not to grit their teeth.

“I don’t know yet sweetheart, but I will. I promise you that.” Civilian tried to nod but stopped when a harsh pain flooded their skull. They went to say something but the words came out mumbled, yet still they pushed themselves to sit up. Villain saw the exact moment the wave of nausea passed through them, knew how they felt as the room spun around them and their head suddenly felt like it was attached to a load of bricks. Villain caught them before they had time to reel and fall.

“Woah, woah. I know, darling, believe me I know. Just lean back… that’s it. There you go, well done. I’m right here, you’ll be okay.” Villain helped Civilian lay down again as they spoke, moving to rub gentle circles on their shoulder.

The door went in the background and Villain released a breath; the doctor had finally arrived. They rushed in wearing a combination of pyjamas, a dressing gown and polished black loafers, a leather briefcase tucked under one arm. If the situation had been less serious, Villain might have laughed. Villain moved a side to let the doctor tend to Civilian, explaining everything to them in quiet tones. Villain doubted if Civilian would remember any of this by the time they were recovered, but it served to calm them in the moment.

“You’re doing so well,” Villain murmured as the doctor finally stood back, the pair sharing a nod.

“Don’t leave them alone,” the doctor advised, “you know the drill. Falling asleep and not responding when you try to wake them is a no-go, so is any vomiting. Call me if anything happens.” They fixed Villain with a hard look, as if to convince them that Civilian needed more care than they normally afforded themselves. Villain scoffed. They might have had little care for their own health and wellbeing, but the same was not true for Civilian. The doctor must have seen this in Villain’s response, for they nodded once more before taking their leave.

Satisfied that the door was locked and Civilian was no longer in a critical condition, Villain settled down to spend the night by their side. They left only one time to get Civilian their most comfortable blanket, spending the rest of the night wide awake and holding Civilian’s hand.

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faytelumos · 5 months

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File: SAI-000022341: Turmoil

Additional Aliases: Breaking Point, Taylor Carter

Birth Name: Spencer Carter

Ability/Abilities: Empathy, Mental Bridging, Mind Control

Power Level: 3

Roster: Rehab

Defect Chance: Moderate

Classification: Theft, Criminal Organization

Public Opinion: Null

Admin Notes: They/Them pronouns.

Field Notes: Highly sensitive to the emotions of those around them. Weeps frequently, though it doesn't break their concentration on a task.

Medical Notes: Subject remains underweight and vitamin D deficient. Meal plans and hydration schedule provided. (see attached: File SAI-000022341-3D).

Additional Notes: Subject is adept at avoiding mind reading and probing. Vigilance outside of rehabilitation center is paramount.

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just-1-lonely-person · 2 years

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You know what I like?

Childish Villains.

Like- they didn't have a childhood so they just do all the fun stuff now. They don't necessarily want to hurt anyone, they just wanna be happy and do their own thing.

yes, they brake down sometimes or have a bad day, but everytime they're outside they try to make the most of it.

they see the fighting, robbing banks and running from the police as fun.

I just really like the concept don't mind me lmao

#villain #childish villain #hero and villain community #heroes and villains

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world-of-fire-and-flight · 2 years

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Mirth's Ebenezer: Part 9

A/N: Our favorite love triangle is baaack (more or less)! I’m a little stuck on this ngl, but it’s coming together…I just don’t know where the whole “someone’s betraying the agency” plot went. Maybe Mirth’ll find it again😝

Warnings: …implied nudity because Mirth takes a shower. Slight anxiety, hypothetical situations, worry, overthinking, and gun reference.

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Buzz.

Mirth groaned. Without even cracking her eyes open, she unraveled herself from the warm cocoon of her blankets and flipped over. Stretching, she blindly reached for her cellphone buzzing on the faraway nightstand. Wrapping her fingers around the cool metal of her phone, Mirth blinked her eyes open and tried to force the bleariness from her version.

Supes.

Sighing heavily, she tapped the answer option and put the phone to her ear, falling back onto her pillow. “Hello?”

“Did I wake you?” Superhero snickered.

“No…” Mirth yawned, “I’ve been awake for…” she trailed off, twisting around to catch sight of the alarm clock. The red glow of the clock read 12:43 pm. “…hours.”

Silence.

“Riight…” Superhero drawled. “I just wanted to check in and let you know that Baron and I are both alive, and well, and unscathed, and that the safe house is actually pretty nice. There’s three bedrooms and a full kitchen, and honestly I might try and get the Agency to lease it out to me once this is all over.”

Mirth laughed. “Beats your apartment then?”

“If it wasn’t for Baron, absolutely,” they huffed.

Mirth rolled over onto her back and draped her arm over her forehead. At one point or another, she’d have to scrape the will together to drag herself out of bed and down the stairs for breakfast.

“Supes,” she started, “it’s been what, twelve hours? It really can’t be that bad.”

Superhero scoffed. “I mean, when you put it like that—”

“IS THAT MIRTH?” Baron’s voice sounded in the background of the call, followed by Superhero hushing him and then the firm thud of a door pulling closed.

“I swear, it’s like I can’t get a moment’s peace. First, he had to play with the thermostat, then he had to set up all of his streaming accounts, and then it was a two-hour rant about the Wi-Fi connection out here,” Superhero ranted. “I don’t mean to rush you and I know I said to take all the time you need, but please, I’m begging you, come and suffer with me?”

Mirth’s lips pulled into a grin. “You did tell me to take all the time I needed…”

She could feel the tingle of apprehension that struck her friend in the silence that followed. Sitting up in bed, Mirth bit her lip, waiting for Superhero to say something, anything, even if it was only to throw some snark at her.

“I did…” Superhero said slowly, hesitation in their voice. “We’ll manage for a few more days, but after that my grab-bag is gonna be empty and Baron doesn’t have much here either. The Agency provided some things and some basic necessities in the kitchen to keep us for a bit, but we’ll have to figure something out for supplies and clothes then.”

Mirth hummed, tossing the covers aside and standing at last. Stretching she said, “I’ll take the ride out there today—”

“YOU WILL?!” Superhero said excitedly.

“Yes,” Mirth rolled her eyes, walking downstairs and yearning for her first cup of coffee. “Do you want me to grab anything before I head over?”

“Uh,” Superhero paused.

The coffeemaker whirred and gurgled as Mirth grabbed her favorite mug from the drainboard.

“Could you grab some stuff from my apartment? I’ll text you a list and check in with Whitmire about grabbing some of Baron’s things. I don’t know if they’ve dissolved his operation yet, so it may be a while before we can do that.”

Mirth nodded, taking a sip of freshly brewed coffee. “Okay, sure. Anything else?”

“Migraine medicine?” Superhero asked.

“Oh, stop it,” Mirth sighed, “The day you get a migraine is the day the world is ending.”

Superhero chuckled. “Touché.”

“I’ll be over in a few hours.”

“A few hours?” Superhero sputtered, “It only takes two to get here at most.”

“You said, and I quote, ‘take all the time you need,’” Mirth mimicked, “and Baron agreed. So I’m going to pamper myself before heading out because I spent the last two months held against my will by Whitmire’s squirrely and just ways, so excuse me for enjoying my freedom before shackling myself to you two idiots for the next three years.”

“…that’s fair…” Superhero conceded. Mirth took another sip of her coffee to stop the triumphant retort begging to leap from her tongue. “I’ll call Whitmire and see about Baron’s stuff and the progress they’ve made dissolving his villainous enterprise.”

“‘Kay. I’m gonna eat some breakfast and get some things done around my apartment before heading out.”

“I thought you’ve been up for hours.” Mirth could hear Superhero’s trademark smirk in their teasing tone.

“Sorry, you’re breaking up, gotta run!” She hung up before they could get the last word in. Setting her cell down on the quartz countertop, she glanced across her living room and out into the bright light of the afternoon. Outside, the electronic billboards scrolled between advertisements for art museums and musicals, for new products she couldn’t care less about and everything in-between.

Mirth wrapped her arms around herself. The quiet of her apartment was joined by the hustle and bustle of the city street below. It was a faint symphony that she’d missed. It wasn’t that Superhero’s apartment was in a quiet neighborhood, but it was quiet. Tucked away in the outskirts of the city, their apartment was bigger, and probably cheaper, but it didn’t have the same cozy feeling that her apartment had.

It didn’t have the exposed brick or the loft with its industrial banisters or the wood beams running along the ceiling. It didn’t have her charm or the touches of a life lived there.

No matter how much Mirth knew she had a job to do and that she needed to do it, if not because of the goodness in her heart then at least to support her oldest friend, she couldn’t bear the thought of leaving her apartment again. She supposed her and Superhero would have to work out a schedule today too.

Trepidation flooded her gut.

Why had she agreed to this?

Shaking her head, Mirth trudged back up the stairs. Pressing the switch for her automatic curtains, the oversized windows dwarfing the exterior wall of her apartment drew shut with the subtle hum of mechanics.

She promised not to take too long in getting ready for the day, but the moment the warm spray from her shower hit her, her entire body sighed. One night hadn’t been enough time to reconcile her Rogue Trial and the events that had unfolded during Baron’s.

And if Supervillain was involved with the leak within the Agency…were any of them really safe? What if they already knew where Baron was, that he’d let the cat out of the bag and that the entire Agency was looking into the mole now? What would Supervillain do to get even with Baron?

And more importantly, would she and Superhero get caught up in that vendetta?

Shutting the shower off with a frown, Mirth inhaled the steam lightly scented with her cinnamon sugar body wash. She’d have to bring all that up with Superhero today too, especially since Whitmire and Agent had mentioned using Baron to help flush out Supervillain’s informant.

That tidbit made her realize just how much work this house arrest gig was going to be. She could handle an investigation. She could handle community service and making Baron served his.

But the two of them combined? House arrest plus community service and an investigation involving Supervillain?

It was enough to send chills of anxiety pooling in her gut.

Quickly drying off and Mirth debated whether she should wear civilian clothes or her supersuit. It’s not like the public didn’t know her as ‘Mirth’ or that she hadn’t gone shopping in her uniform before, it was just…taxing.

Deciding to play it safe, she slipped on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, shoving her mask in her pocket and her suit in a duffle bag. Grabbing whatever else she could think off and shoving it in her bag, Mirth overlooked her apartment in the dim light of her floor lamp and the few lights she’d flicked on downstairs.

It was going to be a long three years. Whether or not Baron and Superhero could get along was the least of her worries as her mind turned over the prospect of who the mole was and what Supervillain would do when it inevitably got back to them that the Agency knew.

Before Mirth could talk herself out of it, she dug through her closet until she could haul her safe from the back of its depths. Inputting the code and letting the safe open with a clank, she pulled the Agency-issued handgun from within and a couple magazines. Sliding her conceal-carry holster onto her waistband, Mirth untucked her shirt and let it hang loosely around her hips. The extra magazines she strapped to her ankle with another holster that hadn’t been broken in yet.

Her lips pressed into a grim line, Mirth shook her head, overly conscious of the holster digging into the skin of her stomach and the Velcro itching her ankle. But at least she wouldn’t wholly be dependent on her powers, especially if she got caught in her civilian clothes.

Just in case, she told herself. Just in case, she’d be ready for anything.

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Part 10

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the-cypress-grove · 8 months

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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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turtleblogatlast · 1 month

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I love Raph and haven’t said that enough so to be more specific I love that Raph is a soft boy who loves bear plushies, a gross boy who eats an assortment of things that are definitely better left alone, a smart boy who is more than capable of taking down villains through planning and fortitude alike, a strong boy who is dedicated to training his muscles and fighting prowess, a teenage boy who loves his brothers but is more than happy to tease and roughhouse with them, an angry boy who sometimes lets his anger take a hold of him to cover the fear, a gentle boy who is generous with hugs and affirmations to those he loves, a capable boy who takes on more than should ever be expected of a teenager, a good boy who just wants to be a hero and slowly comes to realize the cost of that duty, a good boy who has no reservations about putting himself in the way of harm coming to his family, a good boy who’s a great brother and son and person and deserves only the best the world has to offer.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt raph #rise raph #he’s so wonderful frfr #my poor boy is traumatized but still so proud of what they accomplished because they’re HEROES #what started as something fun - Saturday morning cartoon-like heroes vs villains esque - soon becomes his calling #and he loses himself a little along the way #because the world is TERRIFYING now #if they don’t do something about the bad things in the world then worse things will come #and Raph CARES too much to let it happen #even at the expense of his own happiness and youth #and he luckily reigns back that fear - knowing his family is there to keep an eye out with him #and he finally lets himself be a kid again #he’s very well rounded and his flaws are so good because (like the others) they are ALSO his strengths #I like how it’s softly implied that bears are his fav animal too bc that’s cute af #headcanon that he likes them so much because a stuffed bear was the first toy splinter managed to get Raph #but yeah one of my favorite things about tmnt is that the characters are well rounded and rottmnt exemplifies that immensely #with raph being no exception!!#amazing big brother and character #there’s a REASON in my tmnt main character tierlist he’s S tier!!!!#hot take but in terms of who should be leader I think it should be less who’s the better leader-#-and more who’s the better leader FOR THIS SPECIFIC MISSION #bc all four can be great leaders fight me on that #APRIL can as well 100%#doesn’t need a designated leader for them to succeed #they just need ~communication~#one of my favorite things tying Raph and Leo together is that they both *hide*#I’ve talked about Leo’s many masks a lot but Raph has one too #and it’s the mask of a hero - the mask of the protector

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allthingswhumpyandangsty · 18 days

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enemies to lovers but it’s a villain and a hero walking hand in hand out of the fire and the smoke together, leaving everything behind them

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the-starlit-authoress · 1 month

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Chance

Part Two

Villain coughed as they pulled themself out of the wreckage. The wreckage the heroes caused, but would surely be blamed on them in tomorrow's news. Their knees gave out immediately the first time they tried to stand, pain went shooting through their side.

Sitting on the ground, they surveyed the damage. There was a gruesome gash on their side, probably caused by the broken chunks of stone ceiling they had been buried under. Their ribs were probably fractured, if not broken.

Carefully, ever so carefully, they managed to stand up. With a hand clutching their side they started limping in the vague direction of their base, planning to get home, do the bare minimum required to treat their wounds and pass out.

And that's when they heard it.

Crying. A baby crying. It sounded close. Too close.

It only took a minute or two of looking around to find the source of the sound. It was a struggle to lift the debris given the state they were in, but Villain managed. It was in fact a baby, and probably the only reason it had survived was because who Villain assumed to be its mother had used herself to shield it. They frowned at the sight. Another causality caused by heroes' disregard for civilians. This too, would probably be blamed on them.

Villain wasn't sure what to do. They couldn't take the child in somewhere, they'd be arrested on the spot. And they couldn't leave it here either, who knows when someone would come back to clean up the mess. It wouldn't survive here on its own.

They really only had one option.

"Uh, hey there, little buddy." the Villain said awkwardly as they tried to scoop the wailing baby up into their injured arms. "could you maybe, uh, stop crying? Please? It's a long walk back to my house and I'd rather not draw attention..."

Unsurprisingly, the baby did not comply.

They frowned but didn't know what else to do. What they did know was if they stood here much longer their legs were gonna give out again. So they began the slow, and painful, trek home.

Eventually, the baby did stop crying. Perhaps it just exhausted itself. Whatever the reason, Villain was grateful. By the time they made it home the baby had fallen asleep. They laid it down on the sofa and dragged themself to the bathroom to deal with the gash in their side, the rest could wait until they rested.

When they came back, the baby was awake and crying again. They gathered it into their arms and sunk into the couch. "....Sorry about your mom little guy. The heroes are pretty reckless."

They could feel themself getting closer to passing out. "You're lucky I found you, though it was purely by chance....Chance, huh? That seems like a pretty good name for you."

Their eyelids slipped closed as they fell asleep with the baby in their arms and mumbled. "Welcome to the dark side, Chance."

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