Hello Writer Of Most Beloved Snippets! Might I Request A Little Something? I'd Love To See Hero Get Injured

The defiant Whumpee didn’t care if they died. For a long time they didn’t, at least. It made living in hell easier. Then the Whumpers went and found themselves another hapless victim.

So what? It wasn’t the Whumpee’s responsibility to take care of fresh meat. They could’ve cared less.

But then the Thing had to go on and look up to them with those big, watery eyes. Speak with that trembly little voice, “Did I do something wrong? What’d I do to end up here?”

The Whumpee didn’t care about dying. But now they’re gonna live to protect this new captive, even if it’s the last thing they do.

Another day, another hostage. The city leaning into its comic book fanbase was really hurting their ability to get you. None of the so-called heroes were willing to go the lengths necessary to get you. You simply didn't fit the bill.

"Hey! Release her!"

"Kitty, you know me. Hand over the half-million and she lives, fight me and she dies. Simple."

The cat hero leapt forward, but not before you pulled the trigger. And stabbed a knife through Lioness's throat. With another shotgun fire to the face, you had two more deaths on your hands.

- -

Another day, another crime.

This time it was Phoenix and Eel's turn. Phoenix sat on a chandelier and Eel walked towards you menacingly. You were no match for them in a fight, but that wasn't your style.

"Teamwork. Classic. A shame I don't need it." You sat comfortably on a plush chair.

"Just tell us where the bombs are!" Eel was impatient.

"Don't you have people to find them?"

"Of course—"

"Then let them do their job."

The four bombs went off, shaking the ground.

"There they are. All four of them."

"What kind of monster are you!" Phoenix roared, diving for you.

You are not that powerful of a villain but you rank high on the wanted list because you don't give prep time and you dont talk too much

𝐀𝐝𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭

written after, as distinguished from subscript

I just think people write out of obligation too often.

"How do I motivate myself to write through the boring part of my story?"

"How do I make this boring scene not boring?"

Don't write it.

Don't write boring things just because you think the structure of the story demands it. I promise it doesn't need to be there.

If your characters need to have gone shopping for a later part of the story to make sense you can just have a sentence about how they went shopping and move on.

You are not obligated to write the boring parts. No matter what those parts are.

You are not obligated to make the parts of your story that you're not excited to write interesting somehow.

You can just write the fun and interesting parts and gloss over and summarize boring things.

Your audience will thank you and you will thank yourself.

why is biopunk only ever used as horror? Where’s the biopunk equivalent of cyberpunk edgerunners? Give me a Sci fi setting with dungeon meshi style chimeric modifications as a primary worldbuilding mechanic.

extra arms, giant monster body from the waist down… go to a sketchy grafting parlor and get some budget bioelectricity organs that give you Lichtenberg burns every time you use them. Give me a character that wears a mask for half the story and then reveals that they’ve got three rows of teeth, six tongues, and heavily paralytic saliva.

I don’t know, maybe Tumblr User Heron Knight Georg, who repeatedly fantasizes about molting like a cicada, gets gender envy from bloodborne bosses, and thinks that the Bone Turner’s Tale would be the perfect summer read, is an outlier and should not have been counted, but I know what website I’m on. I know just how gender affirming having six arms or feathers instead of body hair would be for most of the people here.

I think there’s some potential here if biopunk is used for more than scorn-level H.R Giger dystopian shenanigans. Give me biopunk 2077.

What about a sub!villain who tries to play the part of the suave, dominant villain cause they’re afraid of vulnerability… and an actually dominant hero who sees through it and flips the script. Could it also be spicy please?

Also, your writing is amazing and it makes my day better! Thank you so much for sharing it! I send you hugs!

"You may think you're deceptive. But you are not." The end of the villain's dagger nearly buried its way into their own skin. Although the villain couldn't recall when the hero had gotten a hold of it during the fight, they were quite pleased with the result. (The result being the hero on top of them, still panting from the fight.) "Your effort is quite delightful, though."

The villain cracked a smile.

"Oh, you want to ravage me so bad..."

"Your imagination doesn't even come close to how bad I truly want that," the hero answered.

There was something in their presence that stirred the villain in an exciting way. Was it their body? Their personality? Their morals and their desires? Usually, the villain considered themselves to be talented when it came to reading people and analyzing the relationships they had with them.

For better or worse, it was different with the hero. More confusing. More dangerous.

At this point, the villain was playing with fire - they didn't know exactly what their relationship with the hero was nor where they stood.

"I loathe you for being my only weakness." The hero let the blade dig into the villain's chin until they looked up. "And destroying you would probably bring me some peace."

"Oh." The villain had never heard such a blunt statement coming from the hero. At least not something this personal and...open. It nearly made the villain sick to their stomach how casually the hero had mentioned it.

Slowly, the hand which wasn't holding onto the dagger travelled up the villain's arm until those cursed fingertips found a shaking wrist and grabbed it.

"But what am I without you? What is Orpheus without his muse?"

"You're so charming today..." The villain tried to sound as flirty as they could but their voice was inexplicably trembling.

When had the hero decided to be so horrible and seduce the villain? And why on earth was it working?

"How does that make you feel?" the hero asked, their voice nothing more than a whisper. They freed their index finger from their grip around the villain's wrist and slowly, agonizingly, let it travel upwards. The villain took in a sharp breath, surprised by the hero's actions.

It felt a little too intimate. Nearly immoral.

The villain felt quite stupid for blushing, after all, it was just the hero's finger rubbing against their palm and their breath on the villain's neck.

"I'm..." The villain tried to concentrate but it wasn't that easy anymore. They closed their eyes, close to defeat already. "Sorry, what do you mean?"

Did the hero have to level their weight on the villain's hips? Did they have to say these things? Startle the villain like that? Couldn't they just flirt, try to kill each other and go home after?

Did the hero have to whisper something this close to a confession into the villain's ear?

"How does it feel to be my only weakness?" the hero murmured. Their grip loosened and slowly, their hand began their conquest towards the villain's fingers. "How does it feel to mean so much to me? To occupy my thoughts during the day? And my dreams during the night?"

Hell, the hero was dreaming about them?

"What are you doing...?" Suddenly, the hero let their fingers entwine, squeezing gently and for whatever reason, the villain took in a quick breath.

"I believe we both know you crave a superficial relationship. Something that makes you feel superior and secure. But I can tell you from personal experience that those relationships don't work out in the long run. They will make you feel miserable. They will make you feel worthless. If I want you, I will want you bare. And there is nothing I desire more." Their lips were close to the villain's. "In your own time, of course. You strip. Figuratively and literally, obviously."

"I- You-"

"I am always willing to help, though." The hero smirked lazily and squeezed the villain's hand. "There is no reason to feel ashamed. Or to feel weak. After all, you have me in your hand."

The villain couldn't say anything.

It had started as a normal fight. With the usual flirting.

And now, the villain was actually thinking about opening up to someone. To talk about all their horrible fears and the self-doubt. About all their mistakes and regrets.

This had to be some new weapon or master plan to turn the villain into a good person. Whatever it was, the villain feared they would think about this encounter for the months to come.

"I will keep this, though," the hero announced. They held up the villain's dagger and pushed themselves off the villain. "Everyone needs a memento of their beloved, don't they?"

All the villain could do was stare as the hero blew them a kiss and vanished into the night.

Day 31: Bonus Day

Cape

“Your suit must include a cape,” cut the Designer dryly. “If you’re a Hero, you have to wear a cape.”

Hero squirmed uncomfortably:

“But- didn’t the Edna Mode School of Thought say-”

The end of this sentence died on their lips as Designer glared at them, waving dangerously with their scissors gliding in their hand:

“I know what they say. Do you fly?”

“N-no?”

“Then most of the risks are averted. All clothes have dangers, if you put it like that. You can trip on a scarf or on new shoes too.”

“But capes do nothing.”

“Excuse me? The propaganda has come too far!”

Designer rubbed their forehead:

“Look, if you’re cut from help and backup, trust me, you’ll be grateful for the extra fabric. You can carry things or a person with it. You can rip it apart for bandages. It can be used as a shock blanket or a way to protect anonymity. ”

“I-I didn’t think about that-”

“Exactly.”

Designer stepped forward and poked at their forehead:

“So you’re gonna walk out to the world with your shiny new suit, you’re going to heroically cover a citizen in need with your crazy useful cape, and you’re going to look damn good doing it. Understood?”

“Y-Yes, Designer.”

"Don't be ungrateful to the Cape and its wonders. Or it will end you."

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Day VIII

Death's Daughter

Dixie liked sunset. But he hated it too. It was beautiful, but people were inside. He preferred rooftops, renting a seventh floor apartment so he could sleep on sun-warmed gravel. He liked outside, but not the work of it. Drops fell from the sky. Rain.

He climbed down and slipped into his window, closing it. He made himself some ramen and looked at the city skyline. It was beautiful, black silhouettes against orange that faded from orange to pastel blue to black behind darkening clouds on a watercolor canvas. Above it all shone a full moon.

Thunder clapped as Dixie laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to the pattering of the rain. He closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Morning came with rain falling steadily. A hissing was heard along with it, hardly distinguishable from the constant pattering. Dixie listened before carefully investigating.

It was a girl. A woman really, well-proportioned and well-endowed. But she wasn't human. At least, not unmodified. She had dark lavender skin, midnight purple horns, sharp midnight purple nails that could better be called claws, and a tail. She was making pancakes and eggs, her tail expertly flipping the cakes onto a plate stacked with them.

"Oh, morning. Thought you might enjoy breakfast you didn't have to make. Name's Lily. I was thinking I'd have you meet my dad in about a week, then we can arrange me meeting your parents and then marriage, though I guess I'm getting really ahead of myself if you don't accept. And I'm rambling on, sorry. You don't have to introduce yourself, I know all about you, what with having watched you for a while, a few years now...." She rambled on and Dixie noticed sharp ears under her dark, flowing, indigo hair. It flowed like water down her back and over her shoulders. "...and my dad's super hyped to meet you. 'Ell, ya shoulda seen 'is face when I tol' 'im 'bout my plan. 'Ead over 'eels, my d'scription o' ya. Oop. My tongue's slippin'. Been around the imps too long. Startin'.... Starting... to cut off my words. Am I talking too much? I come in and start rambling my tongue numb. How'd you sleep, Dixie?"

"Uh, alright."

"That's good." She nodded, finishing up with her cooking. She grabbed the syrup from the cabinet with an experienced hand, as though she'd been living there for a while. She dished up the food and took a seat beside Dixie and started eating. Dixie ate like a starved man after the first bite.

Author's Note: This is not finished, but I'm not gonna finish it. Writblr, do your thing.

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