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writintheprompts · 2 years

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More prompts about heros and villains don't giving a shit about destiny please

bet!! (some are hero x villain some aren't!)

Hero POV

"If I have to kill someone, so be it."

"I don't think I can keep being the good guy."

"Who cares what the gods tell me to do? They are not important to me anymore."

"If being the good guy in the end means I have to do some fucked up shit, I don't think I'll be able to be the hero you want."

"Who gives a damn about what they think of you? I want you to be mine."

"I was never meant to be the hero. You all were the ones who put me on a pedestal."

"I'm no hero. My past has made sure of it."

"Fate can curse me, karma can kill me, and destiny can leave me to rot, but I won't regret my decision."

"I don't want to save the world anymore."

"Kiss me, and let's forget about this hero-villain bullshit."

"I don't think these people are worth saving."

"Do I really have to follow the prophecy?"

"I don't want to be the chosen one."

Villain POV

"Over and over, the cycle continues. I do something bad, and you catch me. I'm sick of it."

"Maybe I'm not that heartless."

"I won't kill them."

"I don't care what evil things you want me to do; I'm not doing them."

"You did this. Not me, not the prophecy, but you."

"Can we stop fighting? Just once?"

"It gets lonely in my lair sometimes."

"I'm tired of being the outcast."

"I just want to be a good guy. How do I get people to view me that way?"

"My powers are not meant to save people."

"If this is what destiny decided for me, I want nothing of it."

"I deserve to make my own path as much as you do."

"Hopefully, the city will forgive me."

"The gods are angry that I stopped carrying out their wicked desires."

"I don't know how to move on with a new life, but I'll figure it out."

Hope you enjoy these!

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negligenceatbest · 1 year

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Where we Start is Where we End. (Where we Live is Where we Die.)

Summary: You lost everything in the apocalypse. Everything you ever cared about, that is. After bouncing from survivor groups to other survivor groups you decide you can't live like a rule book anymore. So, you decide to travel the map and end up in Baltimore, MD.

You expect nothing more than to find a place to lay your head down and sightsee for a few months before keeping it going to the next place, like you had before. The apocalypse was a free vacation Afterall.

Maybe it'll start to cost you one day.

Relationship(s): Yandere Cult leader Hannibal Lecter x Reader

Chapter Five: Anti Fruit Snack Association.

Words: 2.2k

A/N: this took me forever to post it was basically done but was sitting in my drafts bc i had to rewrite some parts. to those still reading this series ty for ur patience and without further ado let’s get into it :))

Sometimes, you wonder what life would be like if the apocalypse didn’t happen at all. If on that spring evening so many years ago, the sun didn’t fall, and the human race didn’t turn where you would be? And though, it’s inevitable and probably (certainly) nothing you could’ve done to stop it, what if you could have? What if someone could have?

To be known as the hero who saved all of mankind. And to be known as the hero who helped. What would that have been like? You didn’t know and wouldn’t know in this life, but it was still fun to think about. To be looked at differently than who you once were. Then who you were now.

But even if it wasn’t you, and there was somebody else, somebody with more credentials and more experience or maybe just somebody who looked better on screen to say that they saved the human race… What kind of life would you be living right now, in that universe?

You would probably have finished high school and would have made something of your life. You would have traveled like a normal person, maybe meeting that guy you met the other day and his dog like a regular person. Making blatant conversation that did nothing but further your relationship that was yet to come. Then, you could’ve been regular friends. Like regular people in regular situations. Maybe become something more like regular people do.

That would be your preferred normal future.

You wouldn’t have had to scavenge for your food, visiting stores with high claims secretly just so you could get your fix not to starve. You wouldn’t have to wear the same outfit for days on end just to ensure you had enough clothes before you could find some place to wash them again.

There were many things you wouldn’t have to do again, and vice versa. You wished you were in that universe now.

But unfortunately, you aren’t and will never be. You will grow old on this planet that houses living corpses that seek food in their warm counterparts. They will always seek you out, cold eyes gazing into your warm ones. You will keep moving and they will always be slightly too close behind. Always a little too close for comfort.

You, a warm counterpart, will keep killing until you die. Whether it be for self-defense or for food. It’s a kill or be killed world and you will never have the hands of a saint.

*****

Lightning bugs only coming out during the summer was one thing you were regretful to learn multiple years ago, their tearful existence leaving you like the seasonal apple trees your grandmother used to plant in her field over the acreage of her farm.

You had only seen them a couple of times in your life, their beauty lighting the dark and bringing you to a path of wonder you would follow blindly on your own accord, a trail of bright light following behind you as you went. These bugs had lit up the dark and you had experienced fireworks in your own hands. These bugs were wonder and faith, you would wait plenty more summers if it meant having a chance to see them again. Even in the apocalypse.

Right now, you sit in a tire swing far from the house you squat in, humming a song you grew up listening to and reading the journals you just couldn’t seem to stop reading. This time, the writer, Will Graham, talks of his childhood. Nothing too explicit, and nothing too subtle. Mostly of his adoptive father and this Hannibal character. You were growing curious if the writer would ever come back to the house. You would like to put a face to the penmanship.

Most of the writing in these journals were comedic in a sense, but you can tell the writer has struggled. You shook your head at the thought and realized that everyone alive had struggled now. Still, it wouldn't be fair to pity someone who didn't ask for it.

Your legs kick slightly as you swing softly in the tire and chew on some fruit snacks you had gone to find the other day. They tasted a lot like if fruits were chemicals, but they were still good, so you didn’t care. You turned the page with your free hands pinky and thumb and read that page as well, hoping you wouldn’t finish these journals all so soon and if you did that there were more somewhere else.

Maybe reality shows were onto something when tv was still a thing. People really were interesting sometimes.

You continued to read one page after another, never growing tired of what they had to say. On one page you had read of Will finding an abandoned dog he named Winston, a male dog who was terribly hurt and not much of a people person himself. The writer had gotten close enough by feeding him and being as non-threatening as possible. Soon, after Will gave the dog treats, they became inseparable. You wondered if it really was the treats or if it was true animals could tell good people from the bad ones.

You counted back the date, thinking of the already older dog being even older by now. Winston probably was already a senior citizen by now in dog years. It would be nice to meet the dog before you left if you could.

If you couldn’t, you wouldn’t be so surprised either. It wouldn’t be the first time something didn’t go right. You really started to wonder about the owner of the house now, thinking that maybe he had moved elsewhere.

It would be sad, but plausible. You had done so as well, why couldn’t he? You shrugged to yourself subconsciously.

Tires rolling over gravel halted your thoughts as you fell out of the tire swing and back onto your blanket that held your booklets and fruit snack wrappers. The ground was soft as you fell with an ‘oof.’

The house seemed farther away now that someone was here and you kind of sighed as you wished you had brought your binoculars. It was probably the owner anyway so you weren’t that worried, but you hoped they wouldn’t be that freaked with someone lounging in their house.

You mean, imagine if you came home and someone was sitting on your loveseat reading your diary entries laughing at your painstaking memories and was eating fruit snacks that you weren’t even sure we’re safe to consume. To your defense though, they were the good type so that does kind of make it better. Anyways, you suddenly really wanted to hope the owner would be a good person.

Maybe you were too nonchalant about staying in another survivor's house. You should have just looked elsewhere. Somewhere without a fireplace or hot water or plumbing. Yeah, no. You would take your chances fighting off the anti-fruit snack homeowner (if they were anti-fruit-snack.)

You doubted it.

You slowly made your way back to the rustic house and trying to put on a welcoming face. You thought about how you would tell the person you had been staying in their house for days without them getting mad. You didn’t know if they would take that well at all, so you decided to just not add any more fuel to the fire and not tell them about reading their diaries.

Hopefully, it all goes well.

*****

After Will had finished talking to Hannibal in his office, he decided to look for Kylo. As tired as Will was, his dog was more important than sleep. He was family. Family doesn’t leave each other behind.

If Will was being honest, the temptation of a silk duvet and matching pillowcases to rest his head on were something he had all but wanted to say no to. He had all but wanted to decline Hannibal's invitation, but he concluded long before that the safety of his dog (his family) was more important than sleeping like a king. Will would rather sleep in his dog stuffed barn, covered in fur and kisses and warm as a coat than to even choose leaving his dogs behind for a one-night arrangement of velvet comforters and feather pillows.

What good would a night of comforters and cloud like wonder do if after all that, his dog was nowhere to be found or even worse? If he had took that offer, if he had even thought for a second that it would be something worth more than finding his dog alive, then Will would have truly succumbed to the world he lives in now. Will would then know that he was better off being dead then ever being compared to anyone in this stupid suburban hell.

But Will wasn’t that person, not yet anyways, and somehow he knew he wouldn’t be-even if it was only for awhile.

The night was pitch black and cold, drawing a shiver from Will as he walked in silence. The small amount of light illuminating from street to street was sadly only coming from inside the curtain covered windows. It had shown a pathway, all the way down to the third to last house before the street ended with a turn, it was the only house without lights on and Will had known that that was Arleen’s house. If not because of her upkept garden he could slightly see, then because of the sleek cruiser parked out front that hadn’t been driven in years.

Damn, Will thought to himself, that is one hell of a ride.

And it sure was, too. Though Will wondered if there was any way to get it back up and running again. It wasn’t a priority in the first place so he didn’t care. Will had made it to the house, walked around to the side door and knocked once, twice, thrice before he stopped and looked around, still on edge. He waited a while, before he knocked again and heard a hard bark.

Will sighed as he heard that bark, a relieved feeling swaying over his nerves. A feeling almost like he had been high and was as relaxed as ever. His adrenaline crashed downwards and he felt himself sway as he stood. He was so tired. Will soon saw the porch light and urged himself awake for a little while longer. He would be asleep soon, it’s fine, he told himself.

The door opened and Arleen peeked over in her white night dress and curler filled hair, she sighed in relief finding it was Will. Not even saying anything she urged him in and pushed him into the living room, guiding him to the sofa. She guided his sitting figure to a laying one and pushed off the extra pillows to where he only had one for his head to rest.

Will followed blindly, trusting her undeniably and opened his mouth to speak as she left the room for a moment. She came back in less than a minute with a comforter and thick blanket to stack on top of each other. Will took them from her and just as she was about to leave and turn the light off he had called out to her, noting how everything went so fast.

“Mrs. Bradshaw?” Will queried.

“Yes, William?” She turned around with a small smile, she could tell his night hadn’t been well and she hated seeing the boy like that. Such a sweet child who’s only flaw was having one too many dogs, it didn’t matter though because as she saw it, he was doing them a blessing.

“Uhm..” He hesitated, “Are you not gonna ask me why i’m here?”

“I already know. It’s written all over you.” She laughed, “Plus it wasn’t like I wasn't expecting you since I woke up with Kylo scratching at my door.” She finished. Will nodded in understanding and assumed Kylo was in the house somewhere. He let out a small hum and opened his mouth to say something else before he was interrupted by a tired voice.

“Let’s talk in the morning over breakfast, okay? Beauty sleep is required of those over 50.” Will nodded, sinking further into the warm blankets. “Now, goodnight.” She said and Will returned the words and blinked as the room turned black. Soon, Will was laying down staring at nothing in particular except for the dark and only then did it occur to him how drained he was. He felt like he had never slept, and his only hobby was seeing how long he could go without blinking.

His eyes burned and he closed them, cuddling more into softness. It’s okay, he knew it, Hannibal would take care of the mess he made, and maybe he would finally kick them out. No it wasn’t a maybe, Will thought, He would.

It was handled in a different way, obviously. But We all know that.

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minsungii · 2 months

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im sorry, I've been really busy so I haven't been able to get back into my first unfortunately. I am planning on writing again very soon. as of now I'm very sick and need a few more days before I start getting ideas again. thank you all for being so patient with me 🥹 requests are still closed as of now!!

@sungminxxx

#writing account

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bitches-who-write · 9 months

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Hi everyone! Your bitches are back!! We have 60+ requests so we'll be getting back to posting again. Keep an eye out to see when your request is published. (Even if it was anonymous)

#headcanons #henry bowers #henry bowers x reader #imagines #patrick hocksetter x reader #ship requests #hororr #horor movies #horror films #it 2017 #it stephen king #itmovie #pennywise the clown #fanfic #writing account #writing #fanfiction #send requests #ask me anything

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theaawalker · 5 months

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| -> my dear colleagues...

Thank you for all the likes, reposts, follows, and love. I'm at 15 followers right now... with a 2-week old account. We did it, besties! Let's see if we can get to 50 before the year is over. Also...

I've been really busy this past week. I got LOoOoOoOts of stuff on the way. I'm talking smut imagines, book edits, and writing tips (cause my inbox is filling up). Get excited!!! >0<

PS: Should I give my followers a name? "Followers" sounds culty... do you all wants a name? Like the Barbz or smth? Lemme know, via comment of dm! Love ya!

STAY SWEET! <3

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starburstslyther1n · 3 months

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I’ve made this account to post fics so I hope whoever may find this account, you enjoy my writing. I’ll be posting the prologue to a fic I have an idea for so hopefully someone will enjoy a Fred Weasley/Slytherin reader fic

#ao3 #my writing #writing account

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marloray · 8 months

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Oh man, welcome! I'm Marly/Scrunkly, and this is my writing sideblog! You can find my main at @scrunkalicious!!

Here I'll post chapterz to my storiez, oneshotz, and maybe I'll even do requestz!

{STORIEZ}

Not All Black Cats Are Bad Luck ~ 2/??

A Lackadaisy, OC X Canon story! Featuring my self-insert, Marly Divata, the cellist, along with hatchetman Mordecai Heller!

World Hoppers ~ 1/??

A fictional fantasy story, featuring my two OCs, K-9 and Q-17! Follow these two as they travel the world and all it's dimensions via Portals!

Tagging system:

#NABCABL - Not All Black Cats Are Bad Luck

#Marloray - Marly Divata & Mordecai Heller content!

#World Hoppers - World Hoppers!!

#K-17 - K-9 & Q-17 content!

{A LITTLE ABOUT ME!!}

Hi! I'm Marly/Scrunkly! I go by She/Her, though I don't mind They/Them. I'm a Filipina artist, musician, and writer! You can find my main at @scrunkalicious!! I'm a big fandom person (NITW, Lackadaisy, BATIM, Pokemon, more!), and I love talking about OCs, so I'm always open to chat! Hope you all enjoy my writing!

#marly divata #writing #creative writing #selfshipping #selfship writing #filipina #my writing #writing account #introductory post #:)#<3 #!!!

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rocknrollchickens · 2 years

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red

it is sticky on my face and fingers it’s red and dripping and splattering and oozing across my knife and plate my hands are forever stained the dog had a taste and wants more i want more more more

i’m eating the flesh and leaving the bones for the compost pile birds are circling above they want some too i’m happy to share there’s more more more

the sensation of eating is carnal i’m ripping chunks out with my teeth letting myself get dirty and unclean and messy and stained forever i have some left but i want more more more

i want the taste forever in my mouth on my hands on my face until i’m stained and coloured until it’s burned into me i want it i need it i must have more more more

i butchered this carcass with my knife and hands and teeth i’ve done something irreversible it covers the counter in red it covers me it’ll cover the dog and birds if i’m not careful always more more more

more juices and red and stickiness more flesh and bone and blood

i am stained and covered and consumed i’ve eaten it all devastated every piece and still i’m hungry i’ll always want more more more

pomegranate

#poetry #original poetry #original poem #writing #poem #pomegranate #pomegranates #fruit #fruit poem #hi yes i write #i write poems #sometimes #writing account #cottagecore #cottagecore poem #cottagecore poetry #goblin core

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chogiwapadada · 2 years

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Hear ye hear ye

My writings will now be posted on @onlymingyus I will also do my reblogs of writings from that account

So....follow if you'd like to.

#updates #writing account #boost if you see it

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shinestarteaa · 2 years

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Hi! I've had this account for a while now but I'm gonna do an intro !

My name is Teriessa but I go by Tea!

This account will be a writing account for Kpop aus and some of my favorite anime ships as well. I'll also use it for posting about my favs here and there.

I'm a huge multi in kpop and I like to watch anime too!

I ult Seventeen, Stray Kids, Nct, Ateez, and The Boyz

My top three favorite animes are Fairytail, Snow White with the Red Hair, and The Seven Deadly Sins.

I also have twitter @/teaalovesnana and if you like daily agendas feel free to follow me there! :D

If you read all this then give me a follow ^-^ I promise you'll like my stories :D

#introduction #about me #kpop #seventeen #ateez #nct #tbz #skz #writing #writing account #anime #fairy tail #the seven deadly sins

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writintheprompts · 2 years

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Enemies-to-lovers dialogue prompts? Preferably one where the villain is I sane and in love with the hero if that’s not to much to ask. Please and thank you.

HELL YEAH ENEMIES TO LOVERS >>>

Villain POV

"I would set the world on fire for you, you know that, right?"

"Sometimes, I want to kill you. Other times, I want to kiss you."

"I thought I would do anything to wipe you off the face of the Earth. Turns out, I'd do anything to keep you here."

"Can you...stay? I know I'm locked in this cell, but...I don't get much company. Villains do feel lonely, you know."

"I miss our fights."

"You were the only one to ever give a damn about me. Even if it was just trying to stop me from destroying the world...you still cared."

"I know every single thing about you. Down to the last detail. I could kill you or your loved ones at any moment--but I'm not going to do that. Not yet."

"When I finally rule the world, I want you to rule it with me."

"Kiss me, before I change my mind and blow you to pieces."

"I refuse to let you die to anyone else. You are mine."

Hero POV

"Don't do this to me."

"Why do you have to be so goddamn heartless?"

"If you care just a fraction of an amount for me, let them go."

"I don't know if I can trust you. But I'll take the risk."

"You backstabbed me when I needed you the most."

"If you really cared, you would give up this villain act."

"I know that all you're going to do is take advantage of me. But I don't care. I want you."

"I didn't want to chase you down...but here I am."

"I don't care what you've done. I'm not leaving you to die."

"Stop saving my life. It should be vice versa."

#writing #writing prompts #oc prompts #prompts #writing account #writing promo #story starters #ship dynamics #ship imagines #imagine your otp #otp #angst #enemies to lovers #villain x hero #hero and villain #hero x villain #superhero #villain #answered ask

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minsungii · 6 months

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NEW FIC COMING LATER TODAY!!!

#writing account

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kym-cruz · 1 year

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I’m here just waiting for you to pick me up in your car

We’re going out somewhere & I don’t think it’ll be far

It’s a date but not 1 like we’ve had before

This time it’s a surprise & I don’t know what to be nervous for

Or if I need to be nervous @ all

For all I know we might go shopping @ the mall

I really have no idea just what we’re gonna do

But I’m thinking it’ll be fun bcuz I’m gonna be w/ you

As cliché as it may sound, I’m honestly excited for whatever you’ve planned

Bcuz I just love surprises & getting surprised by you if I can

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hopeisawriter · 2 years

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FIC REQUESTS OPEN

just wanted to add that I have the right to reject any, and depending on what you ask for I may or may not be able to write it. however, don’t let that scare you! my asks are open (that’s where you can leave the requests)

I will write max 1k words per request, unless I get carried away, but you can put in a word count if you like between that number!

SOME THINGS I WILL NOT WRITE:

-couples (you can do married though) ex. Spideychelle as bf/gf no, married, sure

-shows I do not know (self explanatory)

-anything I find offensive

-NSFW

I WILL WRITE

-angst

-fluff and domestic fluff

-things that will make people cry.

FANDOMS I WILL WRITE:

-Marvel