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eclipsejoku · 13 days

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Thank you @waterc0l0r and everyone who got me to 25 reblogs!

Familiar.

Before you read, I just wanna say this prompt is from @alise2109! You can see the prompt here! They make great prompts :D

Summary - Villain's feeling annoyed when they find something about Hero familiar to them. After going on a stealth mission to steal documents at [ Hero HQ ], they find out why.

TW: Flirting, manipulation(?), drinking (wine), swearing, searching through another's stuff, looking through diary

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In the [ Villain HQ ], Villain lay on the couch, feeling as devastated as a hopeless romantic.

“I don’t get it!” They complained, feeling annoyed. They just came back from fighting Hero, and they felt fucking horrible. Their body ached, but not as much as their heart. Every time they fought, every snarky remark Hero made, something was so oddly—

Sighing, Villain lazily opened one eye to see their sidekick’s awkward face. “What do you want, Sidekick?”

“Supervillain requested a meeting again.” They spoke quickly and efficiently, though their eyes darted around the room. Villain sighed again.

“Again? For what?”

“They didn’t say.”

Clearing their throat, Villain strained up and ruffled their hair, trying to compose themself. “When’s the meeting?”

“Well, Supervillain said as soon as possible.” Sidekick sounded unsure but attempted to be slightly helpful. However, their uncertainty only aggravated Villain more.

“Go on then,” Villain said, speaking like they would to a dog. “Be a doll and tell them I’m coming.” Sidekick vigorously nodded and scurried away, going towards Supervillain’s office.

“Fucking hell,” Villain spoke tiredly. They looked down at their outfit — A baggy, worn-out shirt with loose shorts. They sighed again. “Fucking hell.”

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Villain knocked on the door, hearing a muffled “come in” on the other end. They opened the door, looking at the shadowy figure hidden by a shadow.

“You requested me, Supervillain?”

“In fact, I did.” Supervillain stood up from their desk and walked to a cabinet, grabbing something out of it. Out of it, Supervillain grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses. “Care for a drink?” Villain was shocked at the gesture but nodded. Supervillain went back to the desk and poured them both a glass. Villain and Supervillain both took one glass, drinking together. Supervillain and Villain sat in front of each other, the only distance between them a desk. “I’m sure you’re curious why I’ve requested your presence, right?”

“I mean, you’ve never called me without a reason.”

“Well, is it wrong to see a good old friend?”

“You clearly want something.”

“Clever (wo)man.” Supervillain chuckled, taking a sip of the rich red wine. “I’ll admit, I didn’t call you here for nothing. There’s a mission I’ve requested for you, and you’re the only one I can trust who has brain cells here.” Villain gave their own laugh but didn’t dare sip the wine. They knew better.

“But, before we go to that, tell me something.” Supervillain started, their once calm expression turning slightly tense. “What’s got you so worked up, huh?”

Villain froze at the sudden confrontation. “How’d you know?”

“Practically everyone can hear your groans of frustration. Unless, of course, it’s just your ‘private business,’” Supervillain spoke suggestively, smirking. Villain blushed.

“No no no! It’s not that! Get your head outta the gutter, will you?”

“I wasn’t suggesting anything,” they denied. “I’m simply asking what’s got you so worked up tonight.”

“Well… It’s stupid, really.”

“Nothing’s stupid, darling.” Villain winced at the nickname. Supervillain shrugged it off. “Besides, any conflict here could result in poor reports, right? I’m just worried about your reports.”

Villain was hesitant to answer. Supervillain stared them up and down. “Of course, if you don’t feel like answering because you don’t trust me, I won’t mind.” They took another swig from the wine glass, seemingly disappointed. Sighing, Villain set down the full glass of wine on the table.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you. I just don’t know who to trust anymore,” Villain explained, Supervillain showing interest.

“Oh, really?”

“Duh. That's what I just said.”

“How humorous.”

“I’m serious, Supervillain,” Villain threatened, though they both knew Supervillain had the upper hand at all times. “Since the last mission, I’ve just…” they sighed, their cheeks turning pink. “... Hero’s been on my mind–” Supervillain’s eyes widened.

“Hero? As in your ‘oh so mighty goody-two-shoes’ Hero?”

Villain sighed and nodded. “They just… I dunno. Every time I look into their eyes, they look so familiar. Like someone I’ve known–”

“Well, that’s saying something. Not everyone’s as hot as Hero,” Supervillain interrupted casually, sipping their wine again. Villain groaned in frustration, their cheeks feeling warm.

“It’s not just that!”

“You’re not saying they’re not–”

“That’s beside the point!” Villain screamed, their face the same color as the wine. “I just don’t know what’s wrong with me!”

“Well, we’ve got wine for a reason.”

“How helpful,” Villain mocked, but reluctantly picked up their wine glass and drank anyway, the drink cooling the back of their throat. They sighed with satisfaction and swirled it around in their glass while leaning back on their chair. Supervillain smirked at their reaction, taking in every bit of it. Villain looked at Supervillain observing them and scoffed, continuing their meaningless rant. “The way they speak sarcastically, hurling insults towards me, even how they fight seems oddly… fuck, I don’t even know.” Villain continued sipping their wine, feeling tense. “Every time I see their face, I just wanna–”

“Kiss it?”

“OH FUCK OFF, SUPERVILLAIN!”

Supervillain cackled at Villain’s flustered and angry reaction. Sighing, Supervillain grabbed the wine bottle and gently poured over their glass. “Would you like more wine, darling?” They offered, acting like nothing happened. Villain grumbled at the nickname but handed their glass, patiently waiting for Supervillain to refill it.

Supervillain handed them their newly-filled glass. “So, are you planning on doing something about this… discovery?”

“What discovery?”

“That you might’ve known Hero? At least find out the connection?”

Villain scoffed. “Fuck no. It’s just a waste of time.” Villain let out a chuckle, but it felt a bit empty. “I mean, I may be feeling deja vu with the person I hate the most, but I still have a job. I’m not stupid.”

“Fair enough.” Supervillain shrugged. “Wouldn’t want my dear to get hurt from the past, now would I?”

“Since when did you care?”

“I don’t.”

“Well, shit.” Villain and Supervillain giggled a bit as they drank their wine. “By the way, what’s the mission you referred to earlier? My mind’s a bit foggy from the wine.”

“Already?” Supervillain teased. “Thought you had a better tolerance.”

“Thought you removed that foot up your ass.”

“Aww~ Is the little puppet sad?”

“Fuck off, dumbass. Now, can I hear the mission or not?” Villain’s patience was growing thin, and they growled when Supervillain laughed.

“Your mission is simple, yet complicated. Sneak into the [Heroes HQ] for valuable information.”

“Wait, what–”

”I hope your little deja vu doesn’t get in the way. But it won’t. You’ll ensure that no distractions are caused. Right, Villain?” Supervillain purred, sipping their wine with a smug grin.

“Oh, you shit-eating–”

“Now now, dear,” Supervillain said calmly. “Wouldn’t want a fuss before your mission. After all, it would be a shame to replace you.” Supervillain put one hand on Villain’s neck as they caressed it. “And embarrassing for your image, and you know an image is everything.”

Villain blushed slightly at Supervillain’s cold touch. Their arms felt shaky from the sudden contact as they slowly sipped their wine.

“An image gives you power and control over others that see who you are.”

Villain carefully set the now empty glass on the table and shivered.

“So, you’ll do it, right? I mean, It’s not like you got a say in it anyway.” Supervillain’s hand reached up to Villain’s jaw, tracing the edges. “And you’d hate to disappoint me, right?” Villain gave a slow, nervous nod.

“Y–Yeah…”

“Good to know.” Supervillain let go and smirked, drinking their wine. They licked their teeth. “You’re mission’s in a week. You’ll have plenty of time to prepare.”

Villain’s body was slightly shaking from embarrassment, their body slowly turning pink.

“Want more wine?’

“I’ll pass.”

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After an agonizing week, the Villain suited up, covered it with a baggy hoodie and sweats, and walked through the buzzing city. Many were too distracted or busy to acknowledge them, so at least there were a few pluses. However, the loud screeching of tires and shrieking of passersby made it almost unbearable.

But they had a mission to complete.

A buzzing in their pocket vibrated against their skin. Sighing, Villain pulled their phone out of their pants and looked at the screen.

[ CALL FROM UNKNOWN ]

Pressing answer, they put the phone against their face while walking.

“Are you there yet?” An aggravating noise spoke against Villain’s ear.

“Not yet.”

“Can you hurry up? It’s almost nightfall.”

“Geez, were you always this pushy?” Villain groaned.

“Not my fault you suck at being not slow,” Supervillain mocked, clearly annoyed Villain wasn’t as fast as anticipated.

“It’s called sucking at being fast, idiot.”

“Whatever. Hurry up. The heroes are gonna be there soon, and we don’t wanna risk–”

“Yeah yeah. Do you need anything else?”

“Other than you not being a dick?” Supervillain questioned. “No, no I don’t. Ciao, darlin.” Villain quickly pressed end call and shoved the phone into their pocket. Grumbling, they found an alleyway and hid there for a while, staying out of sight. The shadows from the walls concealed their face, only their [ eye color ] eyes piercing through the darkness. They remained completely still until they found their target.

Hero.

They were strolling past their alleyway, oblivious to their stalker. They weren’t busy or anything, just walking around while giving a casual autograph here and there. “Perfect,” they thought and followed from the depths of the shadows. Of course, it was easy. Almost everyone was following Hero. Reporters, huge fans, even some fangirls and fanboys begging for a photo. Some were even trying to latch onto their arms, begging for attention.

Ew.

Rolling their eyes, Villain followed inside the crowd and eventually reached the giant building known as [ Hero HQ ]. As people tried to follow Hero through the gates, multiple bodyguards guarding the doors pushed everyone away. Still, it never stopped people and reporters screaming questions and requests through the barred gate, or flashing a camera through the tight bars for a blog article. Before leaving inside, Hero politely waved to everyone, but once their eyes laid on Villain’s civilian persona, they faltered, their unwavering grin falling for a split second. They froze, the paparazzi taking this opportunity to flash cameras in their face. Villain noticed this, wondering what was wrong. Though, when they stared into Hero’s eyes, they felt a sense of recognition.

Almost like they’ve been here before.

After snapping out of their trance, Hero abruptly turned around and hurried inside, slamming the doors. An audible groan rang throughout the crowd, slowly departing from the front of [ Hero’s HQ ]. Villain felt their body frozen, replaying it all in their head. It was like looking in a mirror. Hero looked just like how the Villain pictured themself feeling deja vu. It had to mean something.

Villain pulled out their phone and redialed. They too left the front gate and walked along the building’s edges. The buzzing turned to a bit of static and a familiar, soothing voice came.

“Back so soon?”

“Hey. Quick question,” Villain started. “What’s the earliest I can strike?”

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As the clock struck twelve, Villain hopped from roof to roof. The mission was similar to previous ones, but it always gave a sense of thrill and fear.

They perched on a single, towering roof, looking down at the [ Hero HQ ]. It was a building that resembled most government official buildings; A pearly white exterior with a most likely soft golden interior. Villain didn’t care much. All they had to do was get inside and steal any information they could keep. Of course, Supervillain did an honor by not giving any details about what data they wanted. It wasn’t out of character for Supervillain to be secretive and vague. Still, they’d rather not face another punishment from them. Last time was a bit complicated.

Observing the building’s layout from above, life was gracious enough to give Villain an opening; the guards from earlier were all dealing with the paparazzi again. Most of the corners were open. Bingo.

They stealthily jumped down, their footsteps blocked out by camera clicks and screaming to get inside. A big party was being hosted inside for all the heroes. It was to celebrate the defeat of [ Other Supervillain ]. Villain didn’t care much about [ Other Supervillain ] but was glad the asshole was gone. They were a manipulative narcissist who couldn’t give two shits about his employees. Still, the heroes weren’t any better, hiding any murder as a safety protocol and shit. Still, they didn’t have time to rant.

When they got close enough, they jumped the fence. If the heroes were smart, wouldn’t they make better security? Villain chuckled to themselves as they carefully looked at the walls. A couple of windows, a few with lights on. That was a no-go. They walked along the perimeter and found a window. It was pitch black, probably a room. Even if it’s on the third floor, scaling them would be the easiest part. After a few minutes of climbing, Villain reached the window. It had a weak lock on it. After picking at it, it snapped open and Villain climbed inside.

The room was spacious at least. It was dark though, and Villain would prefer to keep it that way. Bright lights attract bugs and hero-like pests. Pulling their goggles over their eyes, Villain’s sight adjusted to their dim surroundings. The goggles were night-vision, equipped by Supervillain themself. How generous after sending them on a risky death mission, huh?

Looking around, it was just a dorm room. It was similar to those you’d find in a college. They took in the details surrounding them. It had a single bed and a messy desk swarmed with papers, and the walls were decorated with posters. “So much for a hero. Can’t even save their room from messiness,” Villain thought. They approached the pinned documents and looked at them. They were scribbled layouts of buildings and warehouses, each written in chicken scratch. They sighed. They didn’t even have neat handwriting. How stupid. Still, it was a bit readable. “Huh… Warehouse Operation Zero?” Villain wondered aloud, reading the title. “explosives in the back… safety protocol five, organization three… the fuck?” Villain murmured. Something was going on, but Villain knew better than to assume. The paper was a planning sheet. It said “undergoing development.”

“Might be useful.” Villain shrugged, pulling out a scanning device. They set the paper on the table and took photos and copies, sending them to Supervillain. Villain looked around more, searching through cabinets and drawers. More papers were going about Operation Zero, so Villain did the honor of sending more scans. Villain gave a devilish smirk. This room was the jackpot. This hero must’ve been a stupid newbie.

Villain decided to snoop in some more. After all, all the documents were already sent, and the party was loud enough to send vibrations through their body. There was no way the heroes could hear Villain.

They looked in some small containers on the desk. “Huh… trading cards?” Villain questioned, taking out the cards from the box. They were the heroes' official trading cards. Of course, they were popular among children and teens, but a hero having their own trading cards? How laughable. Villains never had trading cards. They weren’t exactly popular with the public. No, what really shocked them was the fan-made trading cards of villains from their HQ. Villain stayed silent, looking at them with surprise. A hero making trading cards of villains? It was weird. Finding new curiosity, they shuffled through them. Henchman, Other Villain, even fucking Supervillain! Instead of mocking them, Villain actually felt giddy. They were so detailed. Trading cards of heroes were usually a bit more animated than realistic, looking like semi-real cartoon characters. This hero got the style just right! The shading was amazing, how they captured their expressions. Henchman looked cold as always, Other Villain looked crazy, looking like they were plotting out a scheme, Supervillain seemed slightly flirty and mischievous, and-… was that Villain’s card?

In awe, Villain set the other cards down and looked at their own card, their name printed in bold. It was shiny, glistening in the moonlight. Despite wearing night-vision goggles and almost everything looking a shade of blue, they could tell it was them. They looked malicious, yet intelligent. Almost like you were falling into their trap. After staring for a while, Villain noticed something in the top-right corner of the card. Squinting, they realized it was a watermark.

Hero.

They froze. Hero made these?! Villain couldn’t tell if they should be annoyed or flattered. How the hell did Hero, probably their worst enemy, make freaking trading cards?! More importantly, why? They frowned. Hero was the reason they were feeling feelings. Their speaking patterns, the way they moved and fought, everything was familiar. The fact Hero seemed to falter when they saw Villain’s civilian persona makes it worse. They knew something, too.

And they hated it.

They growled and tossed the trading cards on the floor. They started to slam open the drawers and containers, looking for something, anything. They felt irritated. This was exactly what Supervillain warned them about, but they didn’t even care anymore. Tears started to fill their eyes. They felt confused, hatred, and… a feeling of weakness. They were so stupid. They let emotions get in the way, and emotions make you fragile. That’s what they were always taught, and that’s how it was supposed to go.

So why did Hero make them feel so vulnerable?

So much for a stealth mission. The room looked completely trashed. The once neat bed had its blanket on the floor. The messy desk has most of its stuff fallen on the floor from Villain’s rage. Sobbing, Villain quivered as they looked around for something familiar to them. Something to give comfort and warmth.

Wait, no.

No no no no no.

They shouldn’t want comfort.

They shouldn’t need it.

Wiping their tears, Villain looked around, hugging themself. Something shiny on the nightstand caught their attention. A beautiful leather book. They carefully stalked closer, gently grasping it. The unclasped the lock and opened it, reading the messy handwriting. Villain couldn’t help but let out a choked-laugh. They skimmed through, reading the shaky writing. It seemed like Hero kept it since they started the hero agency, or even before that. The dates went years ago. Suddenly, they spotted an entry from today.

X/XX/XXXX

Today, I thought I saw [ Villain Civillain Name ]. It was weird, really. They looked so familiar, but different. But I know what I saw. They’re dead missing(?). I’m just hallucinating, or being weird again. What was really ironic is they looked back with a similar look. Well, not really, but they seemed confused. They seemed nice, though. It was like I was looking back on the past, or something like that. They had a few scars, like a small one on their cheek. They had beautiful eyes. Reminded me of the Moon, honestly. Their outfit looked cute. Something [ Villain Civillian Name ] would probably like. Their hair was messy, but in a good way. Looked like they cut it themself. I wished I had that type of hair. They looked pretty in general. Maybe I can see them later. I mean, if they were following in the crowd, then they might be a fan, right? I’ll probably try to see them in my civillain persona, just to make sure they’re nice in general. I feel guilty, honestly. It sounds like I’m trying to replace [ Villain Civillain Name ], but life just feels empty without them. If I had someone like them, maybe it’ll feel less empty? I still feel like I’m being selfish, but it hurts.

I miss you, friend.

At the end, there was a picture. It was of two kids under a tree, posing for a photo. They seemed barely teenagers.

Villain and Hero.

They dropped the book, taking frantic steps back. Their mind was swirling with emotions, clouded with confusion and recognition. They felt annoyed, confused, disappointed, humiliated, they didn’t know anymore. Their breathing was heavy and uneven, their eyes darting around the room. They had to get out of here. They snatched the book and darted towards the window, jumping out. They landed on their face, but got up and ran out of there, ignoring the yells of the guards. They jumped over the fence and sprinted away, going along the road. They felt numb, but kept moving regardless. It was dark, the eerie street lights illuminating the alleyways and buildings. It was quiet, but Villain’s mind felt so loud. After they felt like they were far enough, they went inside an alleyway and curled into a ball. They started to sob, feeling a rush of emotions. Hero was their friend. They used to be friends, and Villain tried to kill them. Hero tried to kill them back. They didn’t know what to do. The notebook was still in their clutches to they hugged it tight in an embrace. For some reason, it made them feel safe.

A buzzing from their pocket brought them out of their trance. They shakily brought their phone out and looked. Supervillain was calling. The answered and put it against their ear.

“Villain! Where the fuck are you?! You were supposed to get out of there half an hour ago!” The familiar shout of Supervillain made them sob again, and Supervillain spoke in a more concerned and soft voice. “Villain..? Is… Is that you?”

“Y–yeah,” Villain replied, their voice cracking. The sniffed, their noise runny. “I-... Y-you go the plans, right?”

“Yeah… Villain, what–”

“I’ll be at the base in a few,” Villain said. Before Supervillain could protest, they ended the call. Sighing, they got up and shoved the phone in their pocket. They started to walk towards [ Villain HQ ], still holding the notebook near their chest.

This was the safest they felt since.

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Honestly, I dunno how I feel about this :\ It feels off to me- I don't really like it, but I spent a while making this to prevent writer's block, so this is what you get-

#25 reblogs #tumblr milestone #thank you

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eclipsejoku · 16 days

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please, just stop this bs.

Stealing your work, using it for their own enjoyment, all of this needs to stop. If you want to use something, ASK.

PSA CAN’T BELIEVE I’M POSTING THIS. STOP AI.

The first image is a prompt I posted on my prompt blog LAST YEAR.

The second image is from an application called c.ai. On MY post, a viewer commented, telling people that there’s a character with this very dialogue.

Mind you, NO ONE ASKED ME FOR PERMISSION. Though it wasn’t stolen word for word, this is very obviously taken from my prompt which I took the time to write and publish. This is MY writing, and though I share it publicly, that does not give anyone the right to make money off of it. I did NOT CONSENT TO MY PROMPT BEING USED IN AI.

I honestly am not even sure what action to take but please please please bring attention to this and reblog. We need to end AI and the act of stealing artists’ work. I can’t believe this.

#so sorry this happened to you #ugh character ai is such a disease #if you ever see this happening with my work. you. tell. me.#ai #ai info #c.ai #c.ai bot #character ai #c.ai shenanigans

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eclipsejoku · 21 days

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my apologies if this has already been posted here but im sharing this. here is what someone said on twitter along w this image:

the central image text reads: “@everyone I HAVE BEEN RELIABLY INFORMED GUARDIAN JOURNALISTS ARE SNOOPING AROUND ASKING FOR TRANS PEOPLE TO TALK TO THEM ABOUT DIY HRT. THEY ARE PARTICULARLY LOOKING FOR UNDER-18S DOING DIY. SHOULDN'T NEED TO BE SAID, BUT DO. NOT. ENGAGE. SPREAD WIDELY. DO NOT ENGAGE. WE NEED THIS NOTICE SPREAD OUT VIA EVERY GRASSROOTS SUPPORT GROUP AND SOCIAL CIRCLE IN THE COUNTRY.

URGENT. IF THEY GET EVEN ONE TO TAKE PART IT BECOMES A NATIONAL CONVERSATION. TOP ALERT.

Guardian journos are apparently asking trans people about DIY. Trans followers: DO NOT SAY ANYTHING TO THEM. NOT A WORD.

I also know I’ve got cis mutuals who have written for the Guardian. Please know I’ve always thought less of you because of that.

- https://x.com/TownTattle/status/1781045092049928551

#trans #transgender #safety #lgbtqia community #lgbtqia #lgbtq community #lgbtq

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eclipsejoku · 21 days

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@derangedanomaly @robanilla @robanilla-arts @junipers-insects @carrrrino @sunnemona @barblaz-arts @zwagyzonk

So, I know you guys don't know me, but please reblog this! You guys were the first ones on my following

Anyone else who sees this, REBLOG IT!

WARNING!!!!

People, please be careful. There are also people tracking children and people and putting bids on them based on their profile pictures on whatsapp, tracking and kidnapping them. Especially young children, so please be cautious, especially parents who have their children as their profile pictures.

Please pass this on to everyone so that they are aware of the danger. I don’t how it is all around the world but I know it can’t just be here so please please spread the word. Thank you.

#reblog #important #stay safe all #safety #information #privacy #society #messages #spam bots #human trafficking #child trafficking #tw trafficking #tw kidnapping

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eclipsejoku · 21 days

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End blood quantum now

Blood quantum is how much native blood you have in you and it needs to be a certain threshold to qualify you as a tribal member. Blood quantum varies from tribe to tribe.

It means my mom is a tribal member but because my dad is outside of my tribe... I don't have enough tribal blood to enroll. Neither does my daughter. Our "official" indigeneity ended with me.

My dad is still native tho. Just southern native. Others have two parents enrolled in separate tribes and can't enroll in either one despite being Full native because their parents were mixed with other tribes so they don't have enough blood of Any tribe to qualify.

And to what end are they doing this?

Under the treaties the US govt can lay no claim to native land. So how do they fix that? Get rid of the natives, of course.

And since they can't slaughter us in broad daylight anymore they did the next best thing. What the colonial government has ALWAYS done to us and other poc.

Made up a bunch of arbitrary laws to restrain and limit our power and numbers.

And this can't continue. We are the only race who needs to apply to be part of the community we were born into. The only race who needs to prove our blood.

And that's the thing: it's not even based on blood. Racist scientists defined who was a full-blooded native based on things like shoe size, head circumference, and skin pigment.

Not blood. And besides that it wasn't uncommon for outsiders to become part of a tribe!! You didn't need to be native by blood to be native! Blood quantum has made it IMPOSSIBLE for them to qualify and made it impossible for tribes to practice that long time aspect of our culture.

So please share this post. So many people legitimately think natives are extinct and even less are aware that we do more than just sit around drinking all day. Few people have good feelings about us and within that there are a few who actively help. Please be one of those few.

We need support and allies and for our voices to be heard. Please don't let this post just be me screaming into a void. We need people to know what blood quantum is, how archaic and harmful it is, and to help us spread awareness to people who otherwise would ignore us. Use your privilege.

#nativeamericans #native american #native americans #indigenous #blood quantum #tw racsim

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eclipsejoku · 23 days

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#queer #reblog #queer artist #queer community #lgbtqia #lgbtq #lgbtq community

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eclipsejoku · 26 days

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you're all freaking amazing. <3

hello beloveds ☺️

#I love you guys #i love you all #love you guys

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eclipsejoku · 26 days

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fuck yeah. I love you guys. everyone's valid <3

Reblog if you're gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, transgender or a supporter.

This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.

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eclipsejoku · 26 days

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Random Prompt

Free of use - Credit not necessary, but appreciated.

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“I have people worth fighting for. I have the agency–”

“A corrupt system.”

“Hero and Other Hero–”

“Simple attention-seekers who manipulate the public.”

“As if you don’t manipulate yourself,” Sidekick said, matter-of-factly. Supervillain groaned, rubbing their forehead.

“We went over this. You’re just refusing to listen. It’s called making deals. It’s also known as ‘business’. Manipulation is for those too weak to handle themselves. Hero, Other Hero, Superhero, everyone there’s a manipulative idiot who’s too weak to support themselves, so they rely on those even weaker.”

Glaring, Sidekick scoffed. “You have no proof of that. You don’t know them.”

“But dear,” Supervillain approached with a sad expression, though Sidekick could tell if was fake. “Have you ever thought that maybe you’re one of those weaker people?”

#prompt #supervillain and sidekick #supervillain #sidekick #sidekick x villain #villain x sidekick #writing prompt #prompts #writing prompts #story prompt #fic prompt #villains #heroes #villains and heroes #villain and hero #villain #superhero

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eclipsejoku · 26 days

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Summary - Supervillain kidnapped Sidekick, letting Hero get away. Sidekick gets restless and angry, and Supervillain decides to play with their food.

TW - Swearing, manipulation, kidnapping

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When Sidekick woke up, their vision was blurry and faded. Memories of the past flooded into them, and their vision slowly regained. Slowly, they made out the ash-gray walls and the long dining table they sat at. Using context clues, they figured they were in a dining room. It was large and eerie, the ash-gray walls looming over them. The shadows of servants scurrying were on the walls, illuminated by the dim Moonlight cast from windows. They acted like finger puppets, each movement controlled by a puppeteer. They tried to move around, but their body ached. Moving just their hands, they realized they were tied up to the chair. They looked down at their body. Instead of their uniform, they had new, comfier clothing. It reminded them of a pajama set. Still, they shivered. it was barely warm enough for the cold aura.

“You’re quite oblivious, aren’t you?” The sudden voice knocked them off guard, and they looked in front of them. Across the giant dining table, there sat Supervillain. They looked majestic and royal, like a cruel king compared to a measly villager. “Always trying to act smart by seeing the smaller details, but too naive to see what’s in front of you.” Sidekick didn’t dare speak. After all, lowly peasants don’t speak when in the presence of a god. The servants all around them were living proof. “I always found it quite humorous. Don’t you?” Supervillain spoke elegantly, their voice as smooth as wine. They waited patiently for Sidekick to respond, but when they didn’t, they just continued, a frown evident on their face. “Disappointing. I was hoping you’d have more… resistance like Hero. Try to get out while kicking and screaming. Maybe some badmouthing here and there.”

“I’m not Hero.”

“I realized that,” they said, “but it makes it more appealing. I like challenges. You seem more quiet.” Supervillain snapped their fingers and a servant appeared, setting down a wine glass in front of them. They opened up a wine bottle and poured it for Supervillain. Sidekick distracted themselves by staring at the wine slowly emerging in the glass, its ruby color like crimson blood dripping from a wound. When the servant finished, they set the bottle on the table and sat behind Supervillain’s chair, staying by their side if they needed anything more. “Like a ragdoll,” Sidekick thought.

“You know,” Supervillain started, casually taking a sip from the glass, “I’m honestly surprised you haven’t asked any questions like a typical person.”

“I know what you do to people who step out of line.”

Supervillain set down the glass and gave a devious smile. One could mistake it for innocence if they didn’t see the devil in their eyes. “Clever. Very clever. Though, I assure you, if I wanted to hurt you, I would’ve done it by now.”

“I heard you have a habit of playing with your food.” Sidekick glared but made it softer than they would with any other villain. “Manipulation’s what you’re known for, is it not?” Supervillain scoffed, seemingly offended.

“It’s not manipulation if it’s right in front of you. I’m simply toying with how the human mind works.” They took another sip. “I’m known for giving people what they want in exchange for something I want. It’s a deal, not manipulation.” They paused, then ended with a smirk. “But, then again, simple-minded people see things so dangerously. Never risking a thing and keeping themselves closed off from the world. Never let themselves get close to others to ensure they’re never tempted by said deal. I always found it amusing, don’t you?” They swirled the wine in the fancy glass, licking any residue off their teeth. “Manipulation is controlling and influencing something for your desire. Deal-making ensures both parties get what they want in the end.”

“Yet only one party gets what they truly desire. The other gets what they think they want, but they regret it in the end.” Sidekick spoke, not thinking through their anger. They glared again, this time with hatred. “What do you want from me, Supervillain.”

“Ah…” Supervillain grinned, satisfied with their response. “It took you longer than I anticipated to rile you up, but better later than never, as they say.” They snapped their fingers again, and the servant rushed to the kitchen. After a few moments, they returned with another wine glass. They set it in front of Sidekick and poured them a glass. The servant bowed to Supervillain and scampered away, leaving Sidekick and Supervillain alone. “Would you mind elaborating on your words? I don’t think I understood you the first time.”

“You trick people. You know it, I know, the whole world knows it.”

“Yet it works, doesn’t it? After all, it worked on every soul who lived to regret it, and the people who regretted it in their last breath.” Sidekick’s breathing hitched. It felt worse hearing it come out of Supervillain’s mouth. “However, we’re getting side-tracked, aren’t we?” They took a swig at the wine, finishing it off. The wine glass in front of Sidekick remained untouched.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Sidekick said, seething with rage. “You like it when people ask questions, so here’s mine. Why am I here?”

“Well, since Hero decided to abandon you and save themselves, might as well have fun with it.”

“I don’t follow.”

“Oh, trust me, darling,” Supervillain said, “You will.” The following silence was awkward, a staring contest between the two. Sidekick’s gaze kept shifting between every small movement Supervillain took. They seemed relaxed yet stern, ensuring they had the upper hand. Of course, trying to find a way out was useless, but Sidekick wouldn’t lose hope.

Groaning, Sidekick tried to argue. “Hero didn’t abandon me. You set fire to a building we were patrolling in and they panicked. You can’t just blame them for that.” They breathed heavily, the fact Hero could’ve abandoned them purposely was starting to infect their mind. “They wouldn’t. There was a lot of smoke and ash, they probably thought I already got out.”

“It’s embarrassing how you keep trying to hold onto hope.”

“It’s called trust,” Sidekick retaliated. “Something you clearly don’t feel.” Supervillain glared, and Sidekick quickly shrunk under their deathly gaze.

“You’re getting annoyingly bold, aren’t you.” Supervillain thought about this. “Good. I like a cute bravado from people. Just more enjoyable to see them crumble at my hands.” Sidekick’s pupils shrunk a little. They looked at the table, their reflection haunting them in the bright red wine. “So, little Sidekick…” Without Sidekick knowing, Supervillain got up and stalked towards them. Supervillain’s hand grazed their cheek, but Sidekick refused to flinch. They didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of seeing their fear. “You wanted to know what I’m going to do with you, right?” Reluctantly, Sidekick nodded. Chuckling, Supervillain walked being Sidekick’s tied-up figure and messed with their hair, twirling it around their fingers.

“I’m going to break you.”

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for once I actually feel proud of my writing- I liked how this one came out. also, huge thanks to @avvail for the writing prompt! Check them out, they make great ones for hero x villain tropes.

prompt #75

The sidekick can feel a horrible, high pitched ringing in their ears. Fire and flame lick at their skin, charred and dirty with thick smoke. They can barely manage a hoarse wheeze, before something hard presses down on their back.

“I was hoping to catch Hero,” the supervillain murmured under their breath, and the sidekick’s throat closed up under those intense eyes. “But I suppose you’ll do.”

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An Outed Secret.

So, this one's a bit weirder than what I usually write. I just wanted to post something. Also, I just chose random names.

Summary - Nathan bullies the shit outta Simon. Usually. So, when someone reveals a huge secret of Simon's that changes his life, Nathan goes completely bat-shit.

TW - Swearing, bullying, harassing, outing someone's gender, transphobia

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It was never a surprise to find Nathan kicking Simon’s ass.

Complete opposite, they were. Simon was more creative and constantly scolded to act “normal” in the views of others. He was always different. Nathan was more harsh and stern, always following expectations of being strong and cruel. Even as opposites, they always cross paths.

And shit always hit the fan.

Nathan would always torment Simon, even for the smallest things. Accidentally sit next to his desk in physics? Punch in the face. But no one ever batted an eye. Not cause they were scared of Nathan, no. Because no one cared enough about Simon to be worried.

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It was another chaotic day in Black Diamond High School; A prestigious school, usually for the highly academic kids or the rich ones.

Simon was the mix of both.

Simon’s father was an important figure in the government, and his IQ was higher than most. It didn’t help his situation, being intelligent. It just made him more of a target for thinking differently.

Simon sat down at a desk in Chemistry, hours more preferred class. Most of his “friends” were here. At least, people who tolerated him.

He fiddled with his pencil, eying the clock warily. Nathan sat at the other end of the classroom and prayed it would stay that way. The teacher should be coming in a few minutes. “Just stay unnoticed,” he mentally told himself. Sadly, Nathan wasn’t the only one who found Simon weak and pathetic.

“Aww~ Is the freak sitting alone?” He heard a cackle and slowly turned around to face him. It was Orion, his second least favorite. Ruffling his hair, Orion gave a shit-eating grin. He plopped down on the seat next to Simon. “So, freak,” Orion started, making Simon flinch. Freak was his least favorite insult. Mostly because he believed they were right. “I heard that… you have a little secret? Is it true?” Simon looked at Orion in confusion, wondering what he was hinting at. Orion rolled his eyes, huffing.

“Is it true you’re a girl?”

Simon dropped his pencil, making the entire class’ attention go to them. Orion snickered at Simon’s horrified face. “So it is true! You are a girl! Ha!” He started laughing, and most of the class joined. Insults were hurled at him, calling him tranny, freak, and girl. He put his head on his desk and covered his ears, failing to see Nathan glaring at Orion.

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The next few days at school we’re shitty. There was no sugarcoating it. The ones who were decent to him abandoned him, not wanting to be a victim. His locker was vandalized with trans slurs and swears. Almost everyone threw insults through the hallway. When he went to the male restroom, he was thrown out for being a “pervert.”

Life sucked.

Today was no different, in full honesty. Simon was shoved against a locker, groaning in pain. “Can’t believe you’re this pathetic, girly.” Wincing, he was face to face with Orion. He quickly punched his stomach, making Simon yelp in pain. He clutched his stomach, the surrounding crowd laughing. Orion yelled insults, the others joining. Simon curled into a ball on the floor, crying silently. He looked up enough to see Orion about to throw a punch at his face.

At least, until someone pushed Orion away.

Orion was shoved before he could deliver the punch. Simon looked in the other direction, realizing the person was Nathan.

Nathan just saved Simon from a punch.

Glaring, Orion got up and grabbed Nathan by the collar. “The fuck was that for?!”

“For being a dick!” Nathan quickly punched Orion in the face, causing him to let go and clutch his jaw in pain. Orion was seeping with anger, tackling Nathan to the floor. People quickly flooded around them, attempting to get a close-up view of the fight. Simon got up and pushed his way to the front. Nathan was on top of Orion, pulling at his hair and clawing at his face. Orion was grabbing his shoulders, desperately trying to push him off. Orion had a bloody nose with a black eye forming. Nathan had a slap across his face, but nothing too major.

Simon could see in the distance a few teachers and officers sprinting to the scene. They shoved the other students out of the way and pried Nathan off. Still, Nathan was trying to resist and punch Orion. Some teachers had medical kits, trying to put ice on his black eye.

Simon gasped, recoiling when Nathan tried to punch the security guard. He slowly backed away and rushed out of the hallway.

The thought of Nathan fighting Orion lingered in the back of his head.

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Later that day, everyone avoided Simon.

It confused him. I mean, a few hours ago, everyone was beating him up, calling him slurs, and even threatening to reveal even more personal information. Now everyone ignored him. Some even looked scared or threatened by his presence. He shrugged it off, going on with his day. It was quite nice not being harassed every second of the day.

While walking past a hallway, there was another, smaller crowd. He was about to walk past, having enough drama for now, but heard a familiar voice.

“You little shit.”

Simon paused. Was that—

There was a bang against the locker. He could hear someone whimpering and trembling from fear, along with the flashes of photos and video recordings. Curiosity got the best of him, and he shoved his way through. Looking at the scene, he saw Nathan holding some girl by his collar against the locker. Simon recognized her as one who poured her yogurt on his head in the cafeteria. Nathan slammed her body into the locker again and growled with anger. “Fucking answer me! Did you do it?!” His grip grew tighter, the girl shaking while her friends watched. Nathan scoffed, pushing her to the ground. Her friends helped her up, but they were all visibly scared. He looked at the girl sympathetically. The girl and her friend group glared at him but stopped immediately when Nathan gave them a death stare. They scurried off, and the crowd slowly dispersed when the action ended. Simon was about to leave until a hand grabbed his shoulder.

“Simon.”

He jumped slightly, turning around. As he guessed from the deep voice, it was Nathan.

“N-Nathan, hi, Nathan, hi!” Simon stuttered and stammered, still nervous and socially awkward. He was always scared of Nathan. Just because he saved his ass earlier today doesn’t mean he’ll forget everything he did for years.

Nathan rolled his eyes, glaring at Simon. Still, there was something more in his eyes. Nathan never let go of his shoulder, keeping his grip tight, yet loose. His eyes softened when he saw how nervous Simon was. “Is it true?” He asked.

“What?”

“Are you really trans?” Nathan muttered, but his voice lingered with understanding. Simon let out a heavy sigh, putting his hands in his pockets. “It’s… a touchy subject.” Nathan looked deep into Simon’s eyes, finding nothing but the truth. “Right.” There was an uncomfortable silence between them, knowing it was a serious and personal topic.

Nathan looked like he wanted to say more, but decided against it. He suddenly grabbed Simon into a strong hug. It felt forced, but Simon thought it might be because he hadn’t had a hug in a while. It was quite awkward. Bring in a hog with someone who punched him in the face.

Still, it’s the thought that counts.

Nathan pulled away, and Simon swore he saw him slightly blush. Nathan did a fake cough and folded his arms. “I… I have to go.” He moved past Simon, probably going to his next class. Simon just stood there, thinking about what happened. So, his bully is not transphobic, hugged him, and blushed?

He shrugged it off, walking in the opposite direction. The blush was probably from embarrassment, right?

Right?

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i just randomly wrote this a few months ago. And then I found it, and decided "why not?" Anyways, I don't like it, but I said the same thing about Caretaker and I got a few comments that they loved it, so I don't know if I should say it again. Anyways, bye darlings!

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