Prompt #23

Prompt #4

The villain shuddered as he walked to the aching body on the ground. The hero. He felt a shudder run down his spine. The hero was lying on the ground, blood smeared across his face and hands. 

The villain came forward, and bend down. His heart throbbed against his chest, at an unreal speed. His mouth felt dry as he swallowed. His stomach warped itself in. The hero wrestled to get up on his elbows. 

“Y-you…you have to go, okay? T-they are c-coming for you.” The hero choked, barely making out the words. He fell back to the ground. Crushed.  The villain shook his head rapidly, panic clawing through his body. 

“No!” He cried. “NO! I can’t leave you here, not like this! No!”

“Please. You…got to go. They-” The hero struggled to try to catch his breath, as his words caught in his throat. 

“No, I can’t. I can’t! I can’t! I-” The villain felt his eyes prickling with salty tears. He wasn’t one to cry, but god did he feel like his world was crumbling with the passing seconds. His hero. His world. 

“Please! Listen-listen…to me this, once. Please, go!” The hero bit out, but all the villain could do was hold the hero in his arms, while sobbing, until they both exhaled their last breaths.

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“Oh, darling.” The villain’s voice was much too soft.

The hero felt a sharp flicker of panic - they could have dealt with the villain mocking them - but they weren’t entirely sure they could stomach that tone. Not when they were so bare, so vulnerable, so utterly exposed. 

The hero couldn’t even protest nor offer up any excuse or convincing lie; not with the gag in their mouth. This wasn’t supposed to go like this after all.  

It started when the villain had spied the marks on the hero’s arms - tearing the sleeve of their suit so that they could inject some nefarious substance or other. The bit had been so the hero didn’t, apparently, bite through their own tongue. 

The syringe had however been abandoned on the side the second the villain saw the hero’s skin. Despite the hero’s muffled protest, the villain had promptly cut open the other sleeve and, then, made short work of everything else.

The villain’s gaze roamed over them, taking it all in and the hero wanted to scream. The thought of anyone finding out had always been bad enough...but to have the villain of all people...and like this...

They jerked uselessly against the restraints, the flicker beginning to swell into full blown panic. 

The villain ghosted their fingers across the marks, with that same terrible gentleness. The hero flinched, even if it didn’t hurt - maybe because it didn’t. They didn’t know. The hero’s muscles tightened taut with stress, with the urge to bolt and the complete inability to.

If they could run the villain would never even have seen this far. 

The villain’s gaze moved up, catching the hero’s wide-eyed stare. 

“I know what scars I’ve left on you, hero.” The word, ‘hero’, didn’t carry the mockery it normally did. “I know what kind of scars people get doing what we do. This...” their grip tightened, and their nails dug in. “This is not that.”

The hero’s fingers curled into fists, breath hitching. They did their utmost to keep their expression composed. Their mind raced; trying to figure out what the villain would do. Well, what could they do? They didn’t know what the villain even intended with this, now. What would they possibly care what the hero did in their free time? Yet, clearly, they cared. Otherwise they wouldn’t have set the syringe down they would have continued business as normal. 

The villain reached up after a moment, taking the bit out and setting that aside too. 

The hero wrenched their gaze away, working out their jaw. They could have spoken now but they said nothing. Anger churned with the panic. The villain had no right to expect an explanation from them, if that was what they were waiting for? 

“Control, punishment or something else?”

The even question snapped the hero’s stare back, in surprise. The villain’s voice had gone even again, instead of that horrible ‘handle with care’ softness. 

“What?” it came out raspy. 

The villain tapped one of the scars. “Do you do it to feel in control of something, to punish yourself, or something else?” 

“What’s it to you? You’ve literally got me tied to a chair.”

“Your enemies hurting you is very different to doing it to yourself. You cannot control your enemies, but nor would you expect them to be kind.”

“I swear if you of all people are going to start a lecture about being kind to myself.” The hero’s eyes burned, hot and embarrassed. They really hoped they didn’t start crying. 

“If you answer my question I’ll stop pestering you about it.”

The hero looked down, considering their options, really not wanting to talk about it with them. Still. “It makes my head shut up. Happy?”

“Happy is an interesting word choice given the topic of conversation, but I accept your answer, yes.”

“So you’re going back to whatever is in your nightmare syringe?”

“It’s a serum to limit your powers.”

“Oh.” 

“I did tell you.”

“Your monologues are very wordy and scientific. I get bored.”

The villain snorted. Still, they stayed crouching in front of the hero, studying them quietly. 

“...you’re not going back to stabbing me with the nightmare syringe?”

“Do you want me to stab you with the nightmare syringe?”

“No. Obviously not.”

The villain did not look entirely convinced. 

The hero gritted their teeth. “This is bothering you,” they said. “Knowing this about me. I’m not - I’m not suicidal, or anything. You can still get around to killing me yourself or - or whatever.” They faltered as the villain continued to stare at them. “What?”

“You make it a little too easy to forget you’re human, sometimes, hero.” The villain rose up to their feet. “Stay put.”

“Stay - you have me tied to a chair. Where are you going?!”

"I need to think,” the villain said. “And possibly punch something. And then, if you’re willing, I have some ideas on what might help.”

“You - what - hey!” 

The hero sat there, bewildered, at the sound of the next room being thoroughly destroyed. 

Nothing was quite the same after that.

Prompt #52

"Dismissed, you are." The villain told his sidekick, swirling a glass stone in his hand. He thought about his previous meeting with the hero. How both of them had gotten so close to each other that they could basically smell one another's perfume. He sighed. For some reason, it was stuck on a loop since that day. What's funny is, it's almost been a week and he can't get it out of his head. Neither does he want to. It feels wrong to just…just forget about it as if it never happened.

So, the next time he found himself fighting the hero, he made sure to be as far away from the hero as possible. He tried his utmost not to get into close combat or anywhere near 4 feet of distance between them. Unfortunately, though, the hero noticed his strange behavior. The hero stopped him in mid-battle and frowned.

“What’s wrong with you, today? You’re not fighting properly, your stance is extremely wrong and you don’t seem to be paying enough attention to your attacks. You okay?” The hero breathing heavily marched toward him. His face, somewhat concerned, but bemused, shone under the high sun. The villain stepped back, still refusing- and reminding himself- not to get too close to the hero.

“Stop! Don’t come too close.” The villain groaned, his head throbbing with the heat around him. The hero’s brows knitted together, not convinced, he continued to move his feet and stopped when he was about a foot away from touching the villain.

“What?” The hero asked, licking his lips. The villain, despite himself, followed the movement of the other’s tongue. Entranced. He sighed, glancing away, not wanting to look into the hero’s eyes.

“Nothing. I’m f-fine. Just want some space.” The villain murmured, his feet shifting away from the hero, but before he could, the hero’s hand was on his wrist, restricting him.

“Are you sure you’re okay? Your face is red.” The hero said, tugging at the villain’s wrist. His lips pressed in a straight line, jaw tightened. The villain attempted to ignore him, but to his vail, the hero merely tugged him close. His body flushed against the hero’s, whilst he stared at the ground, his heart racing. “Look at me.” The villain shook his head.

The hero brought his hand up, put it under the villain my chin, and forced him to turn his head. “Did I do something wrong?”, the hero swallowed. And the villain wanted to say something because the way the hero’s voice was so gentle, made him feel wobbly.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong. Now, let go of my hand, will you?" The villain muttered, putting his hand on the hero's. The hero didn't even flinch a little, studying the villain with his big doe eyes. The villain huffed.

"Then why?" The hero asked.

"Because, I…I get this feeling when you get too close during our fights."

"Huh?”

“I like you, you idiot!” The villain exclaimed, going red in the face. His heart beating so fast, he feared it was going to stop without warning. “I’m not supposed to, goddamn it. But, I do.” The hero stood stunned, his grip loosening around the villain’s hand.

“Oh.” The hero let out. His face was set in concentration mode. “I didn’t-didn’t know.” The villain waited patiently. The hero looked him in the eyes.

"I'm sorry. I'm sure you don't like me back." The villain whispered when the hero didn't say anything. "This isn't your problem."

"What if I said I like you too?" The hero suggested, his voice calm and collected. The villain stopped.

"What?"

"I like you, too. I have liked you for like months now, but I was afraid you wouldn't like me back. And, I know we're not supposed to be romantically involved, but we can't help who we like or love, can we?" The villain smiled a little.

"Yeah."

"Yeah. Wait, can I kiss you?"

"Thought you'd never ask." The villain laughed, as he pulled the hero close and kissed him softly. The hero, hesitantly so, kissed him back. And, it was perfect. They were perfect. This was perfect. They would deal with the world around them later.

Prompt #46

"Wait, why are you holding my hand?" The hero raised an eyebrow, a smirk curling up their lips.

"I-I'm not holding your hand, you're holding my hand." The villain babbled, a blush arising on their cheeks.

The hero laughed, "Oh yeah? Your hand just squeezed my hand though."

"Fuck off." The villain grumbled as they tried to move their hand out of the hero's hand, but the hero just grabbed it and shoved it into their chest, grinning.

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The impact of reblogging...

Just in case you’re new, or don’t really understand how this entire site functions (and it’s completely different from other social media apps, at least for now*), or if you wanted an illustration of why it’s so important to reblog the posts you enjoy and the hard work of creators you want to support, here’s a visualisation of the impact and reach of reblogging, using my biggest post (part one of my writing masterlist).

Creators are losing the will to post and share in droves because engagement is becoming next to non-existent, and if you don’t reblog the things you enjoy for free, creators wonder why they even bother, and soon they’ll just… stop.

(Look at that reblog to like ratio too… oof)

My little blog is at the centre of that dense circle, and every point in the image represents a reblog.

Of the people who reblogged the original post, most of them did so directly from me, but you can see scattered groups of reblogs which came from people who reblogged it from those who did so from me. And so on and so on, out into the ecosystem.

If you came across my masterlist in the wild, and didn’t or don’t follow me, you only saw it because someone reblogged it.

Most of the things you see on your dash are only there because someone you follow reblogged it.

It’s how this whole ecosystem works, and you’re smothering and killing it if you don’t reblog the ‘content’ you ‘consume’ (I dislike using those terms, but it is what it is).

To clarify, no one is saying you should feel obliged to reblog everything you come across, or that everything an artist or creator puts out there ‘deserves’ to be reblogged, but for pity’s sake, reblog the things you do actively enjoy.

Leaving a like or a comment on the post is like giving a compliment directly to the creator, and it’s wonderful, but it doesn’t show that post to anyone else or boost its presence on the platform. It can also give the impression you didn’t like it ‘enough’ or it wasn’t ‘good enough’ to bother putting on your blog or reblogging. How you really show your appreciation for something you genuinely enjoyed is by reblogging. (Even better if you screech away in the tags about why you liked it, but that’s an optional extra!) It’s like giving a meaningful and impactful tip, except it’s completely free, and it only costs you the time it takes to click or tap.

I hope that clears things up, and is a useful illustration of the impact you’ve had on creators’ pages by reblogging their work, so a huge thank you to those who represent points on that chart, and those of other creators on here! It’s because of people like you that work of people like me gets seen and enjoyed by more people!!

*(I know Tumblr is trying to change things so that you see other things now, instead of only the people you follow, but you can and should turn that feature off).

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Prompt #23

“If you knew what it was like to have your parents hate you the moment you were born, you would know how I feel.” The villain murmured against the hero’s lips, so close. The hero swallowed. They pulled back a little, putting space between them. The villain still held on to their shirt’s collar.

“I don’t know. I don’t know how you feel. What it’s like to be in your place. But, I can assure that I would never use it as an excuse to hurt other people.” The hero said. Their voice quivering at the edge. They tried to make distance between their bodies, but the villain just pulled them closer.

“Then, tell me. Tell me how it’s like to be a hero. To be someone every person loves, adores even. It must be easy.” The villain hissed. Their voice rough, and stern.

The hero snorted. “It is not as easy as you think.” Their hands moved, closing on the villain’s wrist. And, they slowly pulled it away from their collar with a firmness that made the villain falter. “Because, when you are expected to save the world, the only thing that matters is whether you can do your job or not.”

The villain laughed, a humorless sound. Their expression turned painful.

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Snippet #4

The villain’s sidekick hissed as he was thrown to the ground by the hero, pinning his wrists above his head. The villain grinned, coming out from the shadows that hid him. “What? Can’t even take that?” He said, still smiling. The sidekick scowled, trying to escape the hero’s tight grip on his wrists. The hero chuckled. 

“Get off of me!” The sidekick cried, groaning. Getting pinned by the villain daily was another thing, getting pinned by the hero was another. It awakens something inside him, unlike when he was with the villain. He’d gotten used to the villain doing that every time on their training grounds. He was baffled at how he managed to always get under the villain. The hero huffed, standing up. The villain came forward and offered a hand. He swatted away, frowning. 

“Aww come on, you weren’t that bad. Just need to improvise a little more, and you will be the one pinning me to the ground.” The hero said, winking. The villain nodded in agreement, moving close to the hero to give him a gentle punch on his shoulder. 

“Yeah, definitely. I still remember our sessions. I can teach him our ways.” The villain murmured, his voice low. He licked his lips, gazing at the hero. 

Meanwhile, the sidekick blushed furiously. ‘Was the hero even aware of what he was saying at this point? He must be, he thought. ‘And what the heck was the villain talking about?’ His head pondered on and on. 

“You just need a bit more training with me, and you’ll be ready to take on both of us.” The villain turned towards him, his eyes glinting with mischief. The sidekick knew that glint, the glint that made him almost fall to his knees. The villain was flirting with him and, he just wanted to run away. Because he knew, it wasn’t real. That both the hero and the villain were just being playful. But, god did he wish it was true. He knew he was a sidekick that didn’t matter. The sidekick that the world didn’t care for, not even bat an eye over. He sighed, getting up.

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Prompt #26

"You're addicting. Just like my morning coffee. You awaken every molecule in my body, every time I consume you." The villain breathed against the hero's lips, capturing them again. And then, grinning.

The hero invaded the villain's mouth with their tongue, rolling it all around his mouth. They brought them closer by their waist. Their thin waist, that the hero just wanted to mark it all over. They pulled away, to let both of them draw breath. "Am I, now?" They asked.

"Unfortunately, I don't get to consume you every morning." The villain replied. Their eyes spotted the exposed collar bones of the hero, from the very low v-cut button-up shirt they were wearing. And, they felt the urge to mark it. The hero smiled, licking their lips.

"Someday, that will happen. Okay?" The hero said, sighing.

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Snippet #3

The villain came forward, slow and unwavering. A mask was plastered on his face, but it failed to disguise his face completely. The hero recognized him immediately.

The ballroom echoed with music all around. People laughed and danced with joy spilling out of them. Each one of them was dressed in fancy gowns and suits. Everyone was having fun, except the hero.

Damn this mission, the hero thought.

The villain let on an almost sweet smile as he reached close to the hero. "May I have the pleasure of dancing with you, handsome?" The hero's heartbeat rose. Suffocating him, the room was.

The hero glanced around, begging for someone to come for him and stop this from happening. No one came. He hesitated, before giving his hand to the villain and letting him guide him.

The villain led him to the dance floor, and let his hands fall to the hero's waist. The hero felt himself doing the same.

"You know, the mask doesn't help in hiding your pretty face." The villain whispered in the hero's ears. His hands tightening around the hero's waist.

"I never meant to." The hero returned, suddenly confidence. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it right, he thought, as he squeezed the villain's waist back.

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