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Can i get an immortal villain×mortal hero please please please🥺
I'll give you my croissants 🥐🥐🥐
"How would you like to die?" the villain asked. Their eyes were closed where they sat upon a park bench, head tipped back to the cool breeze and the clear blue sky.
The hero stopped, a little uncertain, but not exactly startled.
"I've tried every kind of death," the villain said. "I can make a recommendation if you prefer."
"I'm not going to die."
The villain's lips twisted - a smile, of sorts. "All mortals die. It is the linchpin of their condition."
"I won't die because of you."
The villain's smile broadened. "Drowning, perhaps. Or maybe suffocation. I don't want to disturb the ducks."
"Why those in particular?"
The villain finally deigned to open their eyes at the question, considering the hero where they stood. The hero couldn't quite read the villain's expression, but their voice remained casual. "Everyone always thinks they can survive those ones. If they just thrash, just fight, hard enough. Then they go very still and very quiet when they realise they can't. You have time to realise what's going to happen to you, see."
"Nice to see you at least put thought into your craft."
"What can I say, I'm a sweetheart. You only get one death."
"But you don't."
"You've done some research. Not enough," the villain added, tipping their head, "seeing as you're still standing there talking to me. But some. Kudos. I guess we'll see if you're brave or stupid."
"I'm not trying to kill you."
"Contain me. Incapacitate me." The villain waved a dismissive hand. "You might save your generation, perhaps, if you get lucky. Are you feeling lucky?"
"I'm not trying to do that either."
"Oh?" The villain sat up a little, finally tuning in properly to the conversation. "Are you not a hero? You dress like one."
"I'm hoping to find a more peaceful, effective solution."
The villain slumped, bored, again. "Mm. This should be good."
"Because I have done my research," the hero said, taking another step closer. "You're immortal. You only kill people when they attack you or are in the way of you wanting something."
"As I said, I'm a sweetheart and a saint."
The hero's jaw tightened. The villain had slaughtered thousands across the decades after all. They were many things, and had lived many lives, but in none of them had they ever been a sweetheart or a saint.
"And what you want most," the hero ploughed on, "other than your comfortable life, is not to be bored. There's no end, after all. So you need distraction. Diversion. Something to make time a little less of of a prison."
The villain was silent for a long moment, watching the hero. "I take it back," they said, finally. "I'm going to drive a knife through your ribs. Nice and slow. You know it's much harder to die from a stab wound than people think? Often it's the blood loss that gets ya."
"And then what?"
The villain shrugged. "Feed the ducks. Go back to my book. Make Christmas lights out of your bones. The possibilities are endless!"
"Sounds lonely."
"You think you're the first to try this, don't you?"
"I think you haven't met me before."
"Maybe I will entertain myself with you," the villain said. "Maybe I'll destroy your life and the live of everyone you talk to from now on. That could be fun. It's been a while since I've been so personal a devil."
Despite themselves, the hero swallowed. Despite their resolve, they considered walking away. Just for a moment.
The villain pushed to their feet, tossing their paperback carelessly aside.
The hero squared their shoulders. They felt their suddenly-fragile feeling heart begin to race. They let the villain stop in front of them, they tried not to let out a desperate shudder as the villain's fingers wrapped around their throat.
"Pick an option," the villain said, caressing their pulse. "Lose air. Lose blood. Or lose everything, but get a few more years before you go. If you ask really nicely, I might even make it quick. "
The hero shifted. They passed through the villain's fingers as if it were nothing, as if the villain were nothing. A ghost. Untouchable.
When the villain turned, the hero sat on the bench the villain had vacated. They made a show of picking up the villain's book, willing their once-more solid fingers not to tremble.
The villain raised an eyebrow. "Phasing. Cute."
"I don't age when I'm in ghost mode. Any injuries I have heal. If someone kills me, I stay dead, presumably. I'm mortal, as you say, but..."
"Hard to kill."
"Hardest you'll find. Or does the challenge scare you?"
"Determined little martyr, aren't you?"
"Not like you have anything to lose experimenting. You have all the time in the world."
"You realise I don't have to honour any deal now that you've revealed your hand? I could just hunt you and continue hurting other people, especially now I know how much it bothers me."
"I'll disappear."
"I have all the time in the world. I'd find you eventually."
"I guess then I'd just vanish again, if you don't want to play ball."
"You really are just the cutest, aren't you?"
"Is that a yes?"
"Maybe." The villain held out a hand for their book. "I haven't decided. Buy me lunch. See if you can keep my interest for more than five minutes."
"Lunch."
"There's a new cafe I haven't tried. Apparently they make their own croissants."
"You want to go to lunch with me?"
"No, I want to go to lunch. All this talk of bloodshed is giving me the munchies! But I'm assuming you're currently planning to haunt me, so you may as well pay. Unless you want me to just...kill anyone who tries to charge me."
"No! No."
"That's what I thought. Great minds."
The hero pushed to their feet, as the villain had, tentatively offering them their book back. They weren't entirely sure if that encounter had gone well or not.
The villain smiled, full of teeth, eyes gleaming.
"For your sake, little hero, do try not to be boring."
And, so, they went for lunch.
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"Gimme...just one second, okay?" the villain asked. They coughed up blood, felt it trickle down their throat. It was warm and thick and the villain truly believed they could never get used to that feeling, even if that wasn't the case. They couldn't get rid of the hope either. The hope, the desperate and dumb hope that all of this could end one day.
"You're awake..." the hero said, their voice not even above a whisper. It was sort of comical how their lips curled into a sweet smile. Their relief warmed the villain's totally failing heart. They kneeled beside them and their hand found the villain's dislocated shoulder. "I really thought this was it."
"You're way too optimistic," the villain said. They were choking on their own blood, drowning in it. It was madness.
"You're way too dramatic," the hero answered. They pushed some hair out of the villain's face. Soft fingers touched bruises and cuts. The villain couldn't tell if it was a gift or another cruelty from the universe. Seeing the hero, feeling their touch. The villain had hated them for years.
Had loathed their perfect teeth, their bright smile. Their dumb comments.
"If I asked you..."
"Yes," the hero said. "I would say no."
The villain let out a long and laboured breath. But the hero had broken into their heart of concrete, had managed to make the villain smile even on bad days.
"It would put my mind at ease."
"You would suffer," the hero said. "And I like to avoid that."
Something popped in the villain's torso and the familiar feeling of a rib snapping back into place overwhelmed them a little. They could never get rid of this curse.
"But what if I never die?" they asked. They squeezed the hero's hand as the cut on their arm healed. It was painful and even more annoying than being sliced open.
"Why won't you see this as a blessing? Think about all the things you can accomplish. All the subjects you can study. All the people you'll get to know."
Again, the hero's hand touched their cheek gently, as if the villain could break any second.
"And what about the people I will lose? What about you?" The villain spit out some blood and sat up, their body slowly getting all its functions back. "What if you grow old alone and I have to watch? Has it ever occurred to you that I want to do that with you?"
"Believe it or not but life expectancy among heroes is pretty low," the hero said, smiling sadly.
"God, then please just try it. Shoot me, cut my head off, whatever..."
"I am not going to do that," the hero said. They kissed the villain's forehead. "It isn't easy for me either. I want a long life. You don't want eternity. We don't get what we want."
"I have to protect you, then," the villain decided. "And find a way to heal like a normal person. I need to do experiments, I need to-"
"My love."
"-find a way to injure myself without healing within seconds. I need to find my weakness, I need to find something, anything-"
"My love." The villain stopped and stared at their hero. "It's alright."
"No. But I will make it alright."
That was also some sort of madness.
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the-broken-pen · 3 months
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The hero was halfway home when they got the call.
“I’m sorry,” the person on the other end said, voice wet with tears, and the hero knew.
They knew that tone of voice, they knew this sinking in their stomach. They knew.
Their phone shattered against the ground, fingers numb.
Their friend was dead.
Again. Again, again, again again���
“Fuck,” the hero muttered, heart clenching. “Fuck.”
They were crying by the time the villain appeared next to them, and it took everything in the hero not to punch them.
“I don’t know why you do this to yourself,” the villain said, eyeing their tears.
“What, love?”
The villain tipped their head slightly. “No. Love things you can't keep.”
The hero was sure it would kill them this time, the heartbreak. They had thought after enough centuries, enough people loved, enough funerals attended, death would be an old friend and not a bullet wound. They had hoped it would hurt less.
But it still hurt, and death was chronic.
“What, you expect me to be you? Cold, killing people for fun?”
The villain raised an eyebrow at their tone.
“I don’t kill people for fun.”
“Don’t you?”
“No,” the villain shrugged a shoulder. “I just don’t care if there are casualties. Besides, not everyone is a good person in the first place. I’m doing the world a favor, half the time”
“How can you say something like that,” the hero hissed. “Do you hear yourself? Do you hear how awful you sound right now?”
The villain gave the hero a long look.
“Hero. You fight the worst people this world has to see for a living, and you’re standing here saying they deserve a second chance?”
“Yes,” the hero snapped. “I am.”
“You are a bleeding heart,” the villain observed. “It’s amazing you haven’t turned into me.”
“You and I, we are not the same.”
The villain half-smiled. “Aren’t we?”
“Shut up,” the hero looked away, chest tight. “These people, these lives, are so precious, so, so fragile, and you take them away like it is nothing.”
They were shaking, and they weren’t sure if it was rage or fear or something else. They couldn’t stop. The hero wondered if this was what death felt like. If this is what it felt like to have your body betray you, longing for the ground and solitude of a grave.
“I am not going to stand here and debate morality with you when you are breaking apart at the seams.”
“I’m fine,” the hero managed. They willed themself to stop crying.
“Death is inevitable, and you are hiding from the truth of that.”
The hero’s throat closed before they could respond.
“Your friend is dead, and no matter how much you fight, you will not win the war against death a second time. Do you hear me? You and me, we already won. We are time’s children. We will be here longer than ‘here’ will be. Death has no claim to us, and yet you keep pushing, and pushing, and pushing, because you cannot bear the weight of this gift.”
The hero’s knees gave out, and the villain caught them.
“Stop letting the guilt of being alive break you.”
“I don’t want this anymore.” It was a pitiful thing as it fell from their mouth. Something broken, worn out and tired.
The villain rested a hand on the back of the hero’s neck. “You cannot undo this any more than you could the last time you tried. I promise.”
It almost sounded like an apology.
“I am tired of loving precious, fleeting things.”
“So don’t,” the villain said easily.
The hero closed their eyes. “How?”
The villain hummed, voice soft. “Love me for a while. Until the burden of existence fades. I won’t leave.”
“You say that like loving you is easy.”
“It isn’t. But you’ve done it for centuries–what’s a few more?”
“You kill people.”
“No. I just don’t save them, and I don’t carry the guilt of not saving them, because it isn’t my job.”
“Yeah.”
“It isn’t your job either.”
The hero had known that, centuries ago. Somewhere along the way of funerals and eulogies, it had been hard to keep believing it wasn’t their fault when they were always the one left alive.
So they had stopped.
“Promise you won’t leave?”
“I couldn’t leave you if I tried.”
“Liar.”
“Yeah,” the villain agreed. “But never to you.”
Just like the hero had known it to be true when they were both fifteen, mortal, and wild, the hero knew it was true now.
And so, like every time this had happened before, across centuries and continents and deaths, the villain brushed away the hero’s tears; and they went home.
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gingerly-writing · 1 year
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Prompt #3400
"I'll find out how to end your immortality, how to take you down once and for all-"
"No you won't."
"Yes I will-"
The villain crouched down beside them, and rested a gentle hand on their quivering chest. "Much older and wiser minds have tried and failed. Much older. There is no way to kill me, no way for me to die." They patted, twice, almost comforting. "But if you find a way, give me a ring. I'm always happy to try again."
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gale-gentlepenguin · 7 months
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Something about the Immortal villain succeeding in their plan only to be the only sentient being on the planet that just hits so raw.
Yes they did it. They accomplished their goal, but now they are just sitting on a rock floating in space in which they can’t do anything but reflect on their actions.
Some just sitting and wallowing in their success, left purposeless not even willing to continue as they have achieved their ambition and it’s pointless, others wondering how to escape to another time or another place but can’t seem to get there because of the limitations set by being the only person there. Maybe a few actually reflect on their action and decide to reform, accepting they may have screwed up but they can at least use this time to atone for their misdeeds.
But in the end, they are simply alone on a desolate rock floating in space. A true moment of be careful what you wish for. As not even death is there to be a mercy
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seafoam-icecream · 1 year
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”You’re lying. Nobody can live that long.”
“It’s true, and you’re just like me. Don’t you find it strange that you still haven’t hit puberty?”
“I-I’m a late bloomer. A really late bloomer.”
“That’s the first excuse we all use. After that, we can hide it for a few decades. Eventually though, people start noticing the lack of gray hairs, the lack of wrinkles, and how we’ve never gotten sick. Then we have to come up with new excuses - we use hair-dye, we use anti-wrinkle cream, and we just have good health.”
“Shut up.”
“No, you need to hear this. Because soon you won’t have any excuses left, and you’ll have to pack up and leave before the black suits knock on your door and take you to the white lab coats.”
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writingwithcolor · 3 months
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What Makes an Ethnic Villain "Ethnic" or "Villainous?" How Do You Offset it?
anonymous asked:
Hello WWC! I have a question about the antagonist of my story. She is (currently) Japanese, and I want to make sure I’m writing her in a way that doesn’t associates [sic] her being Asian with being villainous.  The story is set in modern day USA, this character is effectively immortal. She was a samurai who lost loved ones due to failure in combat, and this becomes her character[sic] motivation (portrayed sympathetically to the audience). This story explores many different time periods and how women have shown valor throughout history. The age of the samurai (and the real and legendary female warriors from it) have interested me the most, which is why I want her to be from this period.  The outfit she wears while fighting is based on samurai armor, and she wears modern and traditional Japanese fashion depending on the occasion. She acts pretty similar to modern day people, though more cynical and obsessed with her loss. She’s been able to adapt with the times but still highly values and cherishes her past.  She is the only Asian main character, but I plan to make a supportive Japanese side character. She’s a history teacher who knows about the villain and gives the protagonists information to help them, but isn’t involved in the main plot otherwise.  Are the way I’m writing this villain and the inclusion of a non-antagonist Japanese character enough to prevent a harmful reading of the story, or is there more I should do?
Why Does Your Villain Exist?
This makes me feel old because David Anders plays a villain with this kind of backstory in the series Heroes starring Masi Oka. 
I think you want to think about what you mean when you say: 
Villainous (In what way? To whom? To what end?)
Harmful (What tropes, narratives and implications are present?)
I’m relatively infamous in the mod circle for not caring too much about dimensions of “harm”. The concept is relative and varies widely between people and cultures. I don’t see much value in framing motivations around “What is less harmful?” I think for me, what matters more is: 
“What is more true?” 
“Are characteristics viewed as intrinsic to background, or the product of experiences and personal autonomy?”
“Will your portrayal resonate with a large audience?”
“What will resonate with the members of the audience who share the backgrounds your characters have?” 
This post offers additional questions you could ask yourself instead of “is this okay/not okay/harmful.” 
You could write a story where your antagonist is sly, sadistic, violent and cold-blooded. It may not be an interpretation that will make many Japanese from combat backgrounds feel seen or heard, but it’s not without precedent. These tropes have been weaponized against people of Japanese descent (Like Nikkei Japanese interned during World War II), but Japan also brutalized a good chunk of Asia during World War II. See Herge’s Tintin and The Blue Lotus for an example of a comic that accurately showcases the brutality of Japan’s colonization of Manchuria, but also is racist in terms of how Japanese characters are portrayed (CW: genocide, war, imperialism, racism).
You could also write a story where your character’s grief gives way to despair, and fuels their combat such that they are seen as calculating, frigid and deeply driven by revenge/ violence. This might make sense. It’s also been done to death for Japanese female warriors, though (See “Lady Snowblood” by Kazuo Koike and Kazuo Kamimura here, CW: sexual assault, violence, murder and a host of other dark things you’d expect in a revenge story). 
You could further write a story where your antagonist is not necessarily villainous, but the perceived harm comes from fetishizing/ exoticizing elements in how her appearance is presented or how she is sexualized, which is a common problem for Japanese female characters. 
My vote always goes to the most interesting story or character. I don’t see any benefit to writing from a defensive position. This is where I'll point out that, culturally, I can't picture a Japanese character viewing immortality as anything other than a curse. Many cultures in Japan are largely defined by transience and the understanding that many things naturally decay, die, and change form.
There are a lot of ways you could conceivably cause harm, but I’d rather hear about what the point of this character is given the dilemma of their position. 
What is her purpose for the plot? 
How is she designed to make the reader feel? 
What literary devices are relevant to her portrayal?
(Arbitrarily, you can always add more than 1 extra Japanese character. I think you might put less pressure on yourself with this character’s portrayal if you have more Japanese characters to practice with in general.) 
- Marika. 
When Off-Setting: Aim for Average
Seconding the above with regards to this villainess’s story and your motivations for this character, but regardless of her story I think it’s also important to look specifically at how the Japanese teacher character provides contrast. 
I agree with the choice to make her a regular person and not a superhero. Otherwise, your one Asian character is aggressively Asian-themed in a stereotypical Cool Japan way (particularly if her villain suit is samurai-themed & she wears wafu clothing every so often). Adding a chill person who happens to be Japanese and doesn’t have some kind of ninja or kitsune motif will be a breath of fresh air (well, more like a sigh of relief) for Japanese readers. 
A note on characterization—while our standard advice for “offset” characters is to give your offset character the opposite of the personality trait you’re trying to balance, in this case you might want to avoid opposites. You have a villainess who is a cold, tough “don’t need no man” type. Making the teacher mild-mannered, helpful, and accomodating would balance out the villainess’s traits, but you’ll end up swinging to the other side of the pendulum towards the Submissive Asian stereotype depending on execution. If avoiding stereotypes is a concern, I suggest picking something outside of that spectrum of gentleness to violence and making her really boring or really weird or really nerdy or a jock gym teacher or…something. You’re the author.
Similarly, while the villainess is very traditionally Japanese in her motifs and backstory, don’t make the teacher go aggressively in either direction—give her a nice balance of modern vs. traditional, Japanese vs. Western sensibilities as far as her looks, dress, interests, values, etc. Because at the end of the day, that’s most modern Japanese people. 
Sometimes, the most difficult representation of a character of color is making a character who is really average, typical, modern, and boring. 
- Rina
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friedwizardwhispers · 3 months
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I truly think the entire dynamic between Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu and just scum villain in general is funnier if Shen Qingqiu is a 19/20 years old at the beginning acting like an immortal master.
And not just because he might be younger mentally than LBH by the end.
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rarepears · 12 days
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In an AU where Shen Yuan transmigrates into PIDW not as Shen Qingqiu and accidentally achieves immortality at 12…
And then there is Luo Bingge fluttering about trying to serve his nice shizun in all of the ways…
They are going to kind of look like Ciel and Sebastian (black butler).
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nelkcats · 10 months
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Multiverse in Gotham (again)
Danny could admit that since he discovered he could open portals on his own he had been a bit excited, and maybe he didn't think through the consequences.
After the third time he failed to close a portal in his own dimension and had to call Wulf, he thought maybe the scenario wasn't helping him, so he switched dimensions. The DC universe was weird enough to accept random portals opening and Clockwork seemed to agree with his reasoning, despite the obvious reproachful look he was sending him.
But it seemed that the Master of Time was letting him make his own mistakes, Danny hoped that was a good sign.
The problem was that he forgot the fact that Wulf was on vacation (his friend had warned him not to practice his power until he was back, but the halfa wanted to get better and surprise him) so he had no idea how to close all the portals he had opened.
That would be fine, if the other dimensions hadn't noticed the portals. Danny glanced nervously at the dinosaur, before shifting his gaze to the overgrown Batman and the female Joker. He grimaced, he was pretty sure they weren't from the dimension he was in.
Gotham had never had such a strange afternoon. Bruce was going crazy at all the signs of danger appearing in his city, though his system couldn't seem to find the source. He really hoped it wasn't a repeat of the Crisis on Infinite Earths.
For his part, Danny was still trying to close the portals when he heard someone clear their throat behind him. The halfa slowly turned to find Red Hood and Nightwing looking at him, both had their arms crossed and a look of disappointment on their faces (how did he know despite the masks? Danny had no idea).
"Would you believe me if I said it wasn't me?" Danny asked, hiding his glowing hands behind his back with a nervous laugh.
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matimatti · 1 year
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Sqq with glasses can be something so personal and beautiful,,,,,,,
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kedracka · 7 months
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wow, she remembered about Inktober……… I'm a little late with posting, but oh well day 1. Dream
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you're so talented i'm in awe!! any chance you could do a flirty hero x flustered villain? i am starved of this dynamic and the snippets you've written are by far some of my favourite
“Wow,” the hero whispered as their gaze followed the heavily decorated pillars in the walls, all the way up to the more than delicately impressive fresco. It seemed liked their eyes wouldn’t want to let go of the sight. The painter must’ve been a god, creating worlds out of paint and water.
The hero had seen a lot of art in their life but this, this was ethereal.
“That’s quite something,” the hero said. Eventually, they tore off their gaze and glanced at a much more beautiful scene. The villain in the middle of all this. “Your library is as beautiful as you. I most ardently admire that.”
“Sure,” the villain said, rolling their eyes. The hero could see all the imperfections on their face: the scars on their nose, their dry lips, the injury in their eye…Nevertheless, the villain was blushing and nevertheless, the hero considered them more breathtaking than the library in its entirety.
“No, that was a lie,” the hero whispered. “You’re more beautiful.”
Sometimes, the hero regretted that they were so straightforward. They should’ve learnt to keep their mouth shut in all these years. But right now, it just felt good to say what they’d been thinking about for months.
“Didn’t you want to research—” The hero came closer until their noses were only inches apart.
“If someone carved your face into stone, they’d go mad for they’d never capture your beauty,” they whispered. They pushed a loose strand of hair out of the villain’s face, losing themselves in their gaze once again. The villain seemed to be troubled by the same fate.
“Look, I—”
“Don’t you think we were made for each other?” the hero whispered in their ear. “Two immortals, destined to be together?”
Their fingertips followed the villain’s veins on their wrist. It took every last bit of control the hero had in them to not go crazy. They wanted the villain so desperately, it almost was an obsession.
“I always thought I was alone…” They took a look at the villain who was focused on the hero’s lips but seemed to be unable to speak.
They looked incredible. The hero was furious internally for having known the villain for merely three months. Three months. They could’ve lived for centuries with each other but no.
Destiny wanted for them to meet now.
Typical.
“How did you…?” The villain looked up at the hero, confused.
“Darling,” the hero said. They smiled as they whispered against the villain’s ear. “You have a library with a copy of every book imaginable. You don’t die when I kill you. And you didn’t even question my statement.”
The tip of their nose brushed the shell of the villain’s ear.
“Now please, please show me around and make me fall in love harder.”
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I know, that it´s an old idea - that Danny, now immortal, with his family long having passed on, falls in love with some mortal and they marry and then have an end (if it´s happy or not mostly depends on the writer).
But you know what would be funny? If Danny, regardless of if he´s king of the infinite realms or not, I don´t care, falls in love with one or both of the parents of a random hero or villain. And Danny, deciding to become the daddest dad to have ever dadded, watches his new child with the parent(s) by his side and intervenes when it gets 'too dangerous'. Or if he just wants to cause some mischief.
The person now being fathered is very confused because "What the hell is going on?"
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sesamenom · 6 months
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Ringlord High King of Everything Elrond, inspired here
(@the-writing-goblin)
I imagine in this situation elrond would have been partially tempted by boromir's declaration, but instead of trying to fight sauron with it (because even in the weirdest crack au i can think of elrond is still too genre-aware to try that) he tried to use it to supercharge his use of vilya and protect everyone.
basically Ringlord!Elrond turned the entirety of Eriador into a mega-gondolin situation: massive walls (courtesy of numenorean/eregion tech) around the regions bordering the north or Mordor, fortresses along the mountain range and several layers of gates along every road in or out. Everybody goes in; nobody goes out; everyone is safe.
and he ended up claiming the kingship to give him more authority in the process - he's High King of the Noldor and Sindar and King of the Edain (given that there are like three half-vanyar in middle-earth, he's more or less king of all children of iluvatar) and so he can have command over the entirety of the West.
and with the help of the Ring, this actually works! but the corruption starts to show eventually
he uses his kinship to Gondor to forcefully drag them into his neo-gondolin-empire-creation so he can ensure none of his great-nephews will ever have to face sauron. he extends the walls to encompass Mirkwood, because he's the high king of the sindar and has a duty to protect thranduil's realm, and unleashes the full might of his melian-lite powers to purge Sauron's Shadow and the spawn of Ungoliant from the now-Greenwood.
Galadriel and Glorfindel very much see where this is going and are very very worried. galadriel won't let him build walls around lothlorien (because she lives next door to a balrog and knows exactly what happened to gondolin) but celeborn thinks it's a good idea, since after all Doriath wouldn't have fallen if Melian's girdle had still been up. glorfindel tries to talk him out of it but the ring has taken hold
the Ring's power also enhances all his natural weirdness and powers - he has his wings and maia markings permanently activated now, with or without finwean anger. he can fully shapeshift, and he goes from raising waves in the bruinen to raising tsunamis in the great sea.
except the finwean anger seems to be permanently activated now, too, and anyone who harms someone he's deemed under his protection finds themselves the target of a rather ironic vengeance quest. the shapeshifting is looking weird now - his teeth are always sharp now, and his eyes have gone fully inhuman. sometimes he has claws and his wings look more like bats than eagles. and his water powers are more like osse's- he can't calm the waters now (goldberry is the first to notice something's up) and can only stir them into massive ship-sinking storms and tsunamis.
this progresses until he's basically Evil Luthien ruling over a continent-wide Mega-Gondolin, slaughtering orc-hordes before they even reach the white walls and sinking any naval fleet Sauron tries to send around the coast. Everybody is brought in; nobody leaves; everyone is safe...?
he figures out that the dwarven legend of "Durin's Bane" has to be one of the few first age balrogs thats still unaccounted for. and well, it's living right on his border, and he can't risk another fall of gondolin, right? so he leads a small force in there to clear moria, and they shove the balrog off the edge, but it takes one of his captains (except glorfindel) with it (maybe erestor?) and he uses the ring and saves erestor, (and maybe floods the balrog for good measure), and glorfindel is sure he saw elrond's eyes go yellow for a moment.
and even fully corrupted, he knows he can't take the ring directly into mordor. but he can wipe out sauron's armies outside the walls, to protect his kingdom - because turgon's mistake was thinking he was safe even when there were balrogs and dragons and orcs outside, right?
somewhere along the way, arwen realizes what's happening and goes to live with galadriel. one of the twins goes with her; the other stays out of loyalty but eventually follows.
elrond's kingdom has become a cross between doriath and gondolin now, with all the surrounding lands warped by ring-magic to hide it, and layers of stone walls and iron gates preventing anyone from leaving. because everyone is here; nobody leaves; everyone is... safe?
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HELLO?? WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT THIS?!!
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