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Prompt #3: Stars
The sick, warm sensation of crimson blood seeped into Villian's jeans as they knelt, cradling Hero's limp form in their lap. Hero squirmed in their grasp, closed fists trembling. A truly pitiful sight.
"Now will you tell me who sent you?" Villain pressed; voice uncharacteristically gentle.
"Or-organization." Hero coughed, gasping as the silver blade was yanked from their chest. They attempted to sit up, Villain pulling them close.
"Shh, you did so well." They cooed, carding a slender hand through their sweat-covered hair.
"V-villain? Can I.."
'Yes, Hero, anything. What can I give you?"
"I-" They coughed, scarlet blood filling their throat.
"Stars."
Villian sat, cradling their form for a moment before comprehension plastered their face and they glanced up. Sure enough, the tree they were under was blocking the view of the night sky. Villian gently stood, Hero's expected exclamations absent. A short brisk walk to a grassy hill left the sky open and exposed, stars burning unusually bright above. Hero's face softened, eyes dimming as the stars reflected back from their tears. They coughed once, a meek convulsion, and the blood stopped draining from the wound. Their head lolled back, stars still reflecting off their unseeing gaze. Villian cradled their limp form.
Now they finally knew who Hero worked for, and they swore to themselves:
They would kill every last person who sent kids to fight their own battles.
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batcavescolony · 1 year
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Jason *dying his hair black*: you know I started dying my hair before Robin.
Dick: yeah why?
Jason: their's like five red heads in Gotham and I knew as a kid for a fact that one was Ivy and one was Riddler. Then I became Robin to find out the other was Batgirl/Barbra and finally Kate Batman's cousin who's now Batwoman-
Dick: Yeah Red Heads in Gotham are either heroes or villains
Jason: -yeah so I didn't want to draw attention to myself.
Dick: ...Jay?
Jason: what?
Dick: I don't think it worked you've been a hero, villain and now anti-hero.
Jason: ...
Dick:
Jason *slams down color brush*: FUCK
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lesbian-sunshim · 22 days
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rare pairs for your consideration - starlight x discord
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devine-fem · 2 days
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you have to love me at least a little bit to hate me that much. if you let the thought of me intrude your mind over and over due to your own obsession, then you have to yearn for me at least a little.
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blenderenvy · 1 year
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I love you irredeemable villains
I love you ugly villains impossible to sexualize
I love you villains who don't give a fuck about anyone else
I love you villains who has a good childhood
I love you villains who are capitalist
I love you lil jack horner
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I love problematic horrific villains who disregard others for the sake of money, because they are the most true to life of all villains
We don't all have tragic backstories sometimes people just suck
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pendarling · 10 months
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Remember Last Night
Hero stretched out their tired limbs after the sound of a passing garbage truck woke them up. Their eyes adjusted to the light rays melting into the room and a stir of their blankets around them was met with an unexpected guest. Beside them in bed laid a stranger. Their back was turned and they breathed quietly, almost too subtly for them to notice had they not felt the sheets move.
Hero shot up and looked around lost in thought, they didn’t recall having ever brought anyone home or even being bold enough to think about it. Yet, this stranger seemed oddly familiar. Their eyebrows raised as they took a closer second look at the features of an upturned jawline and a mess of hair that reminded them of… Villain.
But that couldn’t be right, could it? Their head pondered on what exactly occurred the night before and immediately a hand rose to their exposed chest. A heavy blush formed around their cheeks and at last, Hero picked up on the severity of their situation.
As calmly as they could, Hero stepped out of bed, painfully wincing at the sound of low creaking from the bed and the floorboards beneath them. They quickly hopped around on their toes in search for whatever remnants of clothes they could find.
Some were sprawled up against the lamp or on the couch, while others were tossed on higher locations, but nonetheless their eyes remained focused on tending to themselves.
Hero forced their attention away from Villain to stop the creeping sense of unbearable guilty attraction. The urge to take a glance to double-check it was all real, but they knew that was an excuse to deliberately satisfy their hunger to simply stare with awe.
With sore hips and an empty memory, Hero decided it was best to leave for about an hour or two before Villain woke up. That way they didn’t have to confront them and even more so they would leave on their own. Never to mention any of this again and hopefully forget one day.
But, the universe seemed to have planned something else for them. As Hero search for their keys the loud yawn of the other waking up caught them off guard. Their body stilled and turned to look at Villain rise from bed, their eyes meeting in a silent conversation which led to an awkward discussion.
“Good morning…” Hero shyly spoke, still risking if they should go.
Villain rubbed their eyes and let their thoughts wander for a bit before replying the same back to them.
Well, there was no way out of this now. They would have to put up with whatever they were given and pray for a change of heart. If Villain didn’t already hate them that is, otherwise they’d be doomed.
With little left to hide, Villain casually stood from the bed. Hero frantically turned around to face away from what they knew would have stopped their heart right then and there.
The sound of Villain’s footsteps entering the bathroom was what finally put them at ease and let out a breath. “How could I do this to myself?” They whispered with a hint of confusion. No matter how hard they tried to recollect any details of last night, nothing came about. They wondered if Villain’s natural reaction without any panic meant that they knew what was going on. If so, they’d need to get the information out of them without looking totally lost.
Hero wasn’t sure if they were going to be used or fed false memories so it was best to seem collected. For now, all Hero knew was that they definitely weren’t getting drunk last night because they weren’t currently experiencing any hangovers. It didn’t mean it was any better though because it meant that when they chose to share the same bed with their enemy, they were in fact, fully aware and present in making their decisions.
They sat at the kitchen table after preparing breakfast. Their eyes hiding their own distress.
Villain had finally exited from the bathroom and strode into the kitchen, still seemingly acting normal.
“Oh, what’s this?” They sat down and stared at the meal in front of them, “you’ve decided to make breakfast for a change?” They laughed and picked up a spoon.
Change? Was this a ritual that they did often or… they never made breakfast for more than one person before so this would be their first time.
With the way their nemesis was acting though, it made it seem like they were giving them a hint at what the entire picture may be. Though this wasn’t the sort of hint Hero was looking for.
With their brows furrowed, and still trying to connect the dots, Hero took a look around the home.
It looked like their house and the layout was all the same, but there were a few parts to it they couldn’t recognize. Whatever it was, they were sure to figure it all out by the time they got just the slightest of clues.
Ideally, they would’ve preferred if Villain would just hurry up and tell them what sort of witchcraft they might’ve used to get Hero to climb into bed with them so easily, but this was reality. And Villain was known for their strange mind games as a favourite tactic.
They ate silently, Hero catching the easy stance of their enemy but they didn’t even bother to pass them a skeptical look. They looked almost too comfortable with being around Hero, like they’ve done this one too many times.
Their head turned to face the clock, it was noon.
Villain stood up and thanked them for the breakfast, “I’m gonna be back by 10 tonight. I’ll probably call a little before that.” They watched Villain set their dishes into the sink and take a glass of water before continuing, “So don’t bother waiting for me.”
“Oh.”
Their clouded gaze met Villain’s again. Were they missing something? It felt like there was a part of Hero that had went on a vacation and left them in their place. The growing unfamiliarity made them worried. How could Villain act so nonchalantly?
The other had finally caught on to their expression and tapped a finger to the counter slowly deciphering their face. “What’s wrong?”
Everything, or that’s what they wanted to say, but how would that turn out?
Villain noticed their extended silence and walked their way, they pushed a chair close and leaned over. Hero flinched the second their forehead met. A reaction that apparently didn’t sit well with Villain at all. “Does your head still hurt?”
They licked their lips and shook their head. Hero didn’t know if they ever notified Villain of any of their health or wellbeing if anything it would be stupid to do just that.
“I’m not…” they trailed off.
“Hero, you don’t look too happy. What’s the matter?” They pushed.
It wasn’t going to help them to keep quiet any longer, so they figured they might as well give in with all the concern they’ve received. “I can’t… remember last night.” They murmured feeling the warmth spread across their face already. Their longtime enemy however didn’t mirror that response and it made them anxious all over again.
“What do you mean?” They asked.
Hero swallowed and looked for a better way to clarify, but there really wasn’t any other way to put it. “I just can’t remember.”
“What about the medicine I gave you? Did your headache at least go away?”
“What headache?” With the way the conversation kept continuing Hero was slowly becoming convinced that it wasn’t just last night they were forgetting.
Villain leaned back into their chair and watched the scene unfold in front of them, “Do you at least remember our anniversary, honey?” They gave them an opportunity to let the question sink in, but to Villain’s surprise Hero turn to them with an unusual response.
“What anniversary?”
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MASTERLIST
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skiplo-wave · 11 months
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Agree
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Which OC fits with the “mad scientist” trope?
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jestiric · 3 months
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forever thinking about the tears on the cybermen suits
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doctor who costume designers i love you
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starry-night-author · 10 months
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June of Doom Day #21
| Memory Loss |
June of Doom Prompt List
"Oh Superhero..."
Superhero sighed as they felt arms wrap around them from behind, a chin resting on their shoulder. "You're thinking too hard..."
Hero's tone was light and playful, but Superhero could hear the concern there. They wanted to know what Superhero was thinking so they could help.
But Superhero couldn't tell them.
How were you supposed to explain to your romantic partner and closest friend that they'd once been a villain? One who they'd kidnapped and who's memory they'd wiped? One who they'd spent the last year lying to to try and get them to properly reform?
And now that they'd succeeded, that it weighed so heavily on their conscience that they couldn't look at their partner without feeling guilty?
"Sorry," Superhero sighed. Sorry for everything. "Just... there's that new Supervillain case that's been stressful."
"Well," Hero hugged them closer. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Superhero had been trying to keep Hero and Supervillain as far away from each other as possible, not wanting old experiences with Supervillain to possibly trigger Hero's erased memories. Supervillain and Villain had been close, and if anything was going to bring back Hero's memories, it would be them.
So Superhero had made sure Hero worked on every case except for Supervillain's. They made sure Hero was always kept too busy with other things whenever Supervillain became a problem again.
Superhero shook their head. "I think I've got it, it's just overwhelming."
"I'm sorry, darling." Hero rested their head against Superhero's, smiling faintly. "I'm sure you'll get them once and for all."
And hopefully not try and do a memory wipe on them. Villain thought, knowing they shouldn't say that part out loud.
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nat-20s · 7 months
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Apologies to my coworkers but I got a book that they have an unofficial book club for and like. One of them really hyped it up and apparently it's popular on booktok right now so I was like oh sure I'll give it a shot! And six pages in and I simply cannae do this
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Appendicitis Pt. 3
Here's Pt. 1 Here's Pt. 2
Here we go! you asked, and I'm happy to deliver! Decided whether or not I wanted this to happen, but I was bored and ended up keeping it! This one is shorter, but I hope you enjoy!!
CW: Hospital setting, waking up during surgery, lmk if I need to add others idrk what else to put
"........Heartbeat increasing......"
"...Medic......."
"...asleep......they need........"
"I don't usually........."
Villian felt their consciousness returning, sure they were in recovery. They remembered Hero finding them in the street, the gas flowing into their nose, and then... now. Light shone above, casting a pink glow that Villian could see behind their eyelids. The beep of the heart monitor pulsed steadily behind the conversation they could barely focus on.
"They need more, where is it?" An unfamiliar voice demanded; their question followed by a 'plop'.
"I don't know, but it's out. Good thing, too. It looks like it's going to burst any minute now."
"Hero, they're going to wake up, their heart rate is increasing..!"
There was a pause, and Villian felt eyes on them.
"I think they already have... Villian?"
A small voice in Villian's head told them that Hero wanted their attention, that they should respond, and they forced their drooping eyelids open.
"Shit... Medic, we need that anesthesia right now."
Villian watched Hero drop something shining from their hand and turn to Villain's head. A tiny, almost foreign bloom of panic and confusion. They looked side to side and strained to force their muscles to obey. Hero noticed, placing a gentle yet firm hand on their shoulder.
"Can't have you doing that, you need to stay down."
Villian tried to argue but their lips seemed unresponsive, only managing a weak groan.
"I know, I'm sorry. Are you in pain?"
Villian looked around with a frantic gaze, breath quickening, and panic pulling them away as they tried to command their body to move, but it wouldn't obey.
"Hey, hey focus in. Blink once if you're in pain, twice if you aren't.
Villian blinked twice and Hero breathed a small sigh of relief.
"Found it!" The other person announced, and they crossed around Villian to the IV stand. Villian's gaze followed the other person and to the tin on the table next to them. They couldn't focus enough to try and understand what it could-
"Hey, hey no don't look over there, look up, look at me."
Villian obeyed and Hero nodded.
"Okay, all hooked up! About thirty seconds." The other person proclaimed.
"nnn...not.....done?" Villian slurred, fatigue already pulling them down as Hero shook their head.
"See you on the other side, Villian."
lmk if you'd like to see a Pt. 4! :)
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ohfugecannada · 5 months
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Peak media trope is where the heroes have the same type of queer coding the villains do.
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catgirl-catboy · 2 years
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Relatable villains are fascinating, but let's not put down unrelatable villains.
Sometimes a villain is an absolute piece of shit for no real reason, and thats very fun.
A villain doesn’t need a grand motive or soul crushing trauma to be enjoyable or well written.   Sometimes they just want to rob a fucking bank.
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prompts-cemetery · 1 year
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The villain's newborn child communicates with the hero through telepathy, causing confusion and chaos, the villain is clueless.
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eremin0109 · 6 months
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Not to dunk on the worst of evil on the eve of its finale but like gurl, you could never be the absolute whoreslut that is evilive.
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