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The villain stopped, attention zeroing in on the blood on the protagonist's lip. The very air, the clouds, the universe seemed to stop moving.
"Who?"
"It doesn't matter."
"Give me a name or I'll take it out on all of them."
The protagonist's jaw clenched. Their hand rose, smearing the blood away.
The villain was at their side in an instant.
If it was only pleasure at the excuse to cause pain - which it was - then maybe it would have been easy. But it wasn't just that. It was never just that.
"If I tell you, you have to promise me not to hurt them."
The villain cocked their head and raised an eyebrow. Chiding, but gentle enough. They both knew that wasn't a compromise the villain would make, just as they both knew the protagonist would not tolerate mindless sadism.
"Fine," the protagonist said, "you have to promise not to hurt them for more than -" they floundered - "ten seconds."
"Deal." It was too quick, too easy, and beneath the churning guilt the protagonist's heart swelled for such fierce protection.
They swallowed.
"Who?" the villain asked, again, soft.
They gave the name.
The villain, it turned out, could make ten seconds count for an awful lot.
#idk what to tell you#it popped in my head fully formed as these things sometimes do so I thought I'd share#protective villain#villains and heroes#heroes and villains#hero x villain#protagonist and antagonist#antagonist and protagonist#ficlet#fic#writing#short fiction#writeblr
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Prompt fill for @epiclamer prompt fill game! “Okay I know it was literally JUST posted but what about a switcheroo, tall villain and short hero :]'
“Little one,” he hummed, “Come out of your hiding place.” His grin sharpened as he reduced a pine tree into splinters and broken branches. “I won’t bite.”
That was less than reassuring. The protagonist clutched the stolen plans closer to her chest, barely daring to breathe.
The antagonist had sneered when he found the empty case, smiled when the protagonist barrelled out of their hiding place through a window and laughed as she ran into the forest. Equal parts leisurely and methodical, the glint in his eyes riveled the one lining the axe.
“Leave the plans behind. Still time to escape.” the antagonist cut down another tree and the protagonist winced. She curled her body and crawled under a fallen tree, moving as quickly as she dared.
After weeks of preparation, three bribed guards and nine bypassed levels of security, leaving the plans was not an option. Her breath hitched when she saw the electric fence come into view. The buzz in the air meant the antagonist had gotten the power back on before she had predicted. Stomach on the ground, she wiggled into a rotting log. Gross, but effective.
“I know your face.”
She unrolled the plans and winced at another tree crashing through the underbrush. Her eyes flickered over the diagrams, committing as much as she could to memory.
“One of my more impressive talents is my ability to find people,” the antagonist said as casually as having a chat about the weather. “And those they care about.” Another tree fell, skewering the moss below. “Can you really protect everyone?”
No, but that’s a problem for later. She took one last look at the plans, counted to three and crawled out of the log and into plain sight. The sticks hurt her hands and the dust made her cough.
The antagonist grinned, eyes shining through the haze.
“Are these your plans?” She held up the plans in mock surrender. “I thought they were your diary. My bad.”
He twirled his axe. “Giving up that easily is a disappointing end.”
“What can I say?” Her shrug did nothing to hide her tremor. “You make very effective threats.”
“One of my many talents. Drop them on the ground.”
“I’d like to make a deal,” She swallowed dryly. “I give you the plans, you turn off the electric fence for the next ten minutes.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Counteroffer – I put my axe in your knee and take the plans before your first scream is finished.”
“Shame, I was on track to win the ‘Best Legs’ contest at work.” The protagonist slowly backed away.
The antagonist laughed at that, some mirth entering his grin. The tip of the axe rested against the ground. “Alright, have it your way. As soon as my property is back inside, I’ll turn the fence off for ten minutes.”
“…I have your word?” The antagonist was many things, but in their line of work, his word was as close to honourable as you could get.
The antagonist nodded.
Maybe the protagonist would regret this, but she tossed the plans to the antagonist. The antagonist reached up and casually placed the plans on an overarching tree branch – out of the protagonist's reach.
“Thank you for returning my work.” The antagonist’s expression shifted, eyes sharpening and smile hardening.
Welp. “This was nice.” She struggled to keep her voice steady as he matched her backward scramble step for step. “But my team is waiting for me, I really must be going-“
“It was foolish,” his hand slammed into a tree beside her, sending splinters and wood chips flying, “to memorize my property.”
The protagonist’s voice faltered. “We have a deal.”
“And as soon as you’re secured in a cell and the plans are in their case, I’ll cut power for ten minutes. I’m a man of my word.” He levelled the axe at the protagonist, and this close, the bloodstains were clearly visible. “Walk.”
The protagonist’s breath hitched as she turned back towards the imposing building.
“Don’t be upset.” The antagonist said from behind, axe twirling. “Desperation suits you.”
#my writing#writing#prompt#prompt fill#snippet#writing snippet#heroes and villains#hero x villain#protagonist and antagonist#sorry this took so long!#no editing we die like men#sorry for the crappy writing
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If we are working under the belief that what you the player, and what Kris Deltarune the character want are separate things, potentially even on opposing sides, then we must grapple with the question: who is the protagonist and who is the antagonist.
From out perspective, it makes the most sense that we are the protagonist, that’s a given, because that is our perspective. But, what I am concerned with is who the narrative as a whole will paint as the protagonist and antagonist. I’ve seen fanworks take it in both directions, and both make for compelling stories, so if the actual game goes this route I am interested to see how things will pan out.
#deltarune#kris deltarune#the player as a character#protagonist and antagonist#musings about blorbo#thinking about deltarune again#I'm ready for the game to hit me in the feelings again
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shipping the protagonist and antagonist.
broke: enemies to lovers
woke: enemies and lovers
bespoke: boyfrenemies/girlfrenemies
#shipping the hero and villain#protagonist and antagonist#broke#woke#bespoke#woke/bespoke are the same thing shoosh#writer#writer's block#fanfic writer#not a problem#a solution#boyfrenemy#girlfrenemy#boyfrenemies#enemies and lovers#girlfrenemies#enemies to lovers#writer's solution#no problems today only solutions
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free conversation ender for people who continue to willfully misunderstand source material and start inane arguments about it
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"Euphrasie unfreezes the King" postcanon stuff is so funny to me because like
#loop and siffrin meet the happiest man in vaugarde#the reason this is in ms paint is because sam and i were joking about the king and then i put far too much effort in#the fucking. mop-headed tank top flower crown king is sam's joke not mine LMAO#isat spoilers#in stars and time spoilers#isat king#isat fanart#isat siffrin#isat loop#anyway funny as it is to have neutralised antagonists one-sidedly see protagonists as their friends despite it all#siffrin is way too strong for that by the end . that man is fucking mincemeat
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014 - first meeting
#mp100#mob psycho 100#teruki hanazawa#shigeo kageyama#terumob#mod 1#i love character development I love antagonists becoming protagonists I love unhinged characters learning humility and love
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psa that the day there are no jgy stans left on tumblr dot com is the day i am dead
but rest assured i'll go to my grave exactly as i lived: obnoxiously proclaiming to everyone within earshot how great lianfang-zun is. narratively, metaphorically, spiritually. sexually, too, like why limit myself. i like to keep my options open
#the spirit of su minshan possessed me for a minute there but like. i'm fine with it#jin guangyao#he did crimes??? good for him 😌#editing this post to add that while the tone here is clearly joking#i really am fundamentally still engaged with this fandom#and with this book#almost exlcusively because of my enjoyment of jgy#even xiyao is secondary for me like i love it and i'm ride or die for it obvs#but jgy as a character is the main draw for me. and he would have me by the throat even if there was no zewu-jun#(tho i think jgy's life would be more depressing for his absence obviously)#but he is just. /clenches my fists!!!#THE most compelling character in the story and i cannot stop thinking about him!! cannot will not!!#who else in this book has his range? who else can be the doe-eyed idealist AND the spy with blood on his hands who ends a war?#who else is two different greek tragedies and at least two separate shakespearean tragedies rolled into one antagonist#an antagonist who but for the POV of the novel could very easily have been the protagonist#whose moral event horizon is so deeply entwined with his own trauma and abuse that there is no way to meaningfully separate#the violence he does to others from the systemic violence that was done to him for his whole life?#who else in this book manages to get five separate sect leaders utterly obsessed with him no matter how you choose#to interpret that obsession?#no one!!! that's who!!#ain't no one else in the jianghu doing it like lianfang-zun and that's just a goddamn fact
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...may we see sumire meeting sophie..... red haired girls... i think they'd like each other perhaps
the girls!!! the They
#persona 5#p5#sumire yoshizawa#sophia persona 5#my favourite bless users with red hair... that is worn in a ponytail when theyre fighting but not necessarily worn that way otherwise...#that have a special personal relationship with the twist antagonist who is trying to take over the world for sympathetic reasons...#and fight the protagonist once its revealed that said antagonist has tampered with their memory somehow... and have a special second#awakening to their persona as a result of that...#kasumi yoshizawa#p5s sophia#persona 5 sophia#p5r#i will fill the p5s tag my fucking self if i have to#sophiesumi#asks & requests#comics
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I know some fans were hoping for a quill kipps closer to book canon, but I for one really appreciate jack bandeira’s ability to go from James Bond to Pathetic Loser Boy.
#it is a vital quality in the antagonist-to-protagonist character imo#lockwood and co#lockwood & co#quill kipps
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im so obsessed with the touchstarved hero thing that you did ive read it more than 20 times, a very normal amount yes, would you ever think of writing another touchstarved prompt or even a touchstarved villain one? thank you so much for your work
"I don't mind."
"Hm?" The protagonist looked up, brow furrowing.
"I don't mind when you touch me," the villain said. "That is - it's not horrific."
"Well, I'm glad I wasn't horrific. Life goals."
The villain shot them a look.
The protagonist smiled despite themselves. It was too easy to feel lulled, brain at ease for the first time in far too long, buzzing with all the good endorphins. Intimacy. Closeness. It was impossible to dwell on the danger, for as surely as there was attraction, there was danger.
They leaned in, slowly enough to clearly telegraph their intentions, and pressed a kiss to the villain's chest. Half teasing. Half something infinitely more dangerous, like genuine affection for the terrible idea sprawled beneath them.
The villain held their gaze. They almost even smiled back. They tangled their fingers into the protagonist's hair instead, but didn't tug them away. They let the protagonist settle even closer than before, head against their beating chest.
The protagonist was starting to understand that meant something too.
"It's merely that people don't do it very often," the villain said, voice clipped, carefully controlled. "Touch me, I mean. Or when they do, it's with the sort of casual presumption that makes me want to rip their hands off. You do not presume."
"Well, you did look ready to rip my hands off once or twice." They knew what the villain meant though. When the protagonist had touched suddenly, unexpectedly, it had been less about trying to control the villain and more just needing something to hold onto as the villain kissed them stupid. Instinct. Desire. Need. The villain had known that, hadn't they? "But you're welcome. I mean, any time."
The villain nodded. Once. Curt - uncomfortable, perhaps, with such an open and vulnerable emotion. They cleared their throat.
The protagonist felt another stupid swell of warmth. They could hear the villain's heartbeat slowing beneath their ear, trusting, and it felt like yet another giddy thrill for the day. A complicated and tentative privilege.
They lay together, in their stolen moment of illicit peace.
"Besides," the villain broke the silence after a while. "Next time, I can always ziptie your hands to the bed posts."
"Next time?" The protagonist's heart skipped.
The villain shrugged. "You like touching. You'd look adorable begging for it. I think I'd like to see that."
The protagonist was sure they'd gone all wide-eyed again, flushed and flustered, because that time the villain definitely smiled. They hesitated, then tugged the protagonist's hair.
"Come back here so I can kiss you again," the villain said.
The protagonist obliged, even as their brain whirled through all the villain had said.
How long had it been since someone touched the villain like this? Since the villain let themselves be touched? It was clearly something they craved, enjoyed, just as clearly as it was something more complicated than that too.
They stopped thinking as the kiss deepened. They drew themselves a little closer still, ever-mindful of where they put their hands, and only more conscious now because of that of the way the villain's body responded beneath them. The shiver of breath. The thud of their heart. The way the villain pressed in, only to pull back again, like a starved creature that could only sustain itself in small increments before it became too much.
It was intoxicating. It felt just a little like power. A good, perfect, brilliant sort of power.
As they broke apart, the villain studied them for another long moment, expression unreadable, but eyes almost soft.
"Come on," the villain murmured. "Play time's over. Let's go."
#to me this is Johnny and Finch#for anyone who knows those characters#hero x villain#villains and heroes#protagonist and antagonist#heroes and villains#villain x hero#writing#story#touch-starved#i like the thought of a more complicated touch-starvation where the villain is very much touch-starved#but also very much eager to be in control of how they are touched
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shigaraki being like “I’m killing you bc you’re izuku midoriya’s baby girl and it’ll send him into the rage” is SO LOVE INTEREST it’s so YOURE HIS PRECIOUS SOMEONE if something happens to YOU he’s gonna LOSE IT if you wanna go for izuku’s HEART you TAKE HIS KACCHAN
#bakudeku#bkdk#manga spoilers#I’m getting caught up in the manga and katsuki being izuku’s damsel is so#he’s so the love interest coded he’s explicitly izuku’s precious someone#how is bkdk up for debate when the MAIN ANTAGONISTS ARE LIKE it’s you you’re his baby girl get him#it’s so CHARGED ITS SO ROMANTIC ITS SO!!!!#no one means as much to izuku as katsuki does no one else has his love so intensely!!#like guys the author would NOT be doing this unless it was true#no sane author is gonna have just pick anyone to send the mc into a rage#at the CLIMAX his DARKEST HOUR#YOU DONT JUST PICK ANYONE TO KILL OFF DRAMATICALLY IN FRONT OF THE PROTAGONIST#YOU KILL OFF THE ONE THATS GONNA HIT HARDEST#anyway bkdk canon argue with the wall
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just a quick thing bc it bothers me and i wanna get this off my chest
*pulls down presentation screen*
yes, both Miguel O’Hara and the Spot are antagonists to Miles
how-ever,
Miguel is an antagonist and a hero while the Spot is an antagonist and villain
that is all, thank you
#atsv#atsv spoilers#spiderman atsv#across the spiderverse#miguel o'hara#spiderman 2099#the spot#miles morales#this has been fluffy’s mini lecture about literary narrative terms#Antagonist and villain are NOT the same thing#can they be? yes but that is all dependent on the narrative and who the protagonist is#Protagonists and heroes are NOT the same thing#Can they be? Yes but like with antagonists it is all dependent on the perspective of the narrative#we are USED to seeing protagonists be heroes because many stories are in the PERSPECTIVE of heroes not villains#thank you for coming to me Ted talk#if you disagree with me go take it up with your lit teacher
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Montresor is the Bad Ending of White Raven
So Montresor has a religious trauma. And from what little we know of the flashback to his death, the man was apparently a corrupt preacher.
What that tells me about his life made me crack my knuckles, because holy shit, this guy is an even better villain than I expected. And not for the reasons I thought at first.
Montresor's possible backstory
A fun fact: "unholy men" used to be called "sons of Belial". Same as Monty's Spectre type, so there's the initial connection, but with what we saw in chapter 87, this phrase from his mother resonates quite a bit:
Montresor was most likely a bastard (literally), and if he was raised in a religious community, that immediately made him and his mother outcasts. Possibly his mother hated him for "ruining her life". Whether this is true or not, the implication is that he grew up a victim of a system that decided he was sucked by the devil from birth.
In this light, Montresor's attitude towards the world is actually a logical consequence: he has decided that abuse is the only way to relate, and you can either be the victim or the victimizer. Of course, he is now the victimizer.
But he decided that because life taught him two lessons that were important enough to make him the person he is now.
"I know this game better than anybody"
We know from the clothes and hat in his flashback, and the cross around his neck, that Montresor was a preacher. And I would venture to say an excellent one: he has heard all his life that he is a demon, he knows better than anyone what terror hell produces in people, so he knows exactly what to say (or not say) to manipulate others through that fear.
Montresor, like Annabel, is someone who exploits his own traumas.
Annabel has been almost conditioned to behave like the perfect high-society lady, and that includes going to impressive extremes if it means getting something in return. She has engineered her way through life by identifying the currency of the people around her and knowing exactly what to give them so that they will, in her words "kissing her rings".
Loyalty gained through fear vs. loyalty gained through pretended sympathy.
Same goal.
If the world has made them that way, both Annabel and Montresor will use every last footnote of knowledge gained through trauma to get what they want.
But then there's something else they have in common: this deep knowledge of the rules of the game has also made them both know that the odds are too stacked against them to ever win. In the past, we've seen Annabel throw in the towel on her arranged marriage, but Montresor took a different path, much more along the lines of…
"So I'm not afraid to cheat."
Montresor decided that if people wanted a demon. He would give them one. The worst demon of all, because this one knows the rules: he knows how to play the game, he knows how to cheat and get away with it. We don't know the extent of his atrocities, but given what happened in the flashback and the fact that his idea of a sleepover is stuffing someone behind a wall to slowly suffocate, this guy must have a long rap sheet.
So long, in fact, that he was tied to the tracks of a train to be torn to shreds without even a trial.
Because if the rules are just there to screw you, then screw them: the only option left is to cheat.
Which is exactly what Lenore did when she burned down her house and pretended to be a man to go after Annabel. Lenore jeopardized everything Annabel said was important to her.
And she got away with it. At least until they were both killed (or, if those of us with our chips on Annabel's childhood friend, they may have both died without anyone knowing).
Now, in Nevermore, Lenore is still doing that, as we can see in her reluctance to kill or destroy Montresor: she refuses to play the game, refuses to follow the rules.
She will look for ways to cheat here, as she did before (something Annabel actually expects her to do). The woman is too stubborn to bend, and so far she seems to have the wind at her back (the question is, for how long?).
The bad ending
These elements make Montresor a complete exhibition of the ultimate consequences of taking Annabel and Lenore's attitudes to the extreme: a person who instrumentalizes her own traumas to unravel and try to inflict them on others, and who is not afraid to cheat for her own benefit if it means getting what she wants.
The only thing that separates Annabel and Lenore from Montresor is that they both still use these attitudes in the name of other people: Annabel for Lenore herself, and Lenore for the people she cares about. That both of them (still) seem to have their hearts in the right place.
But if Annabel continues to use her vast knowledge of this twisted game to work her way through people without caring, and Lenore still believes she's above all rules, here's Montresor to show them (and us) what's waiting for them at the end of the road.
#nevermore webtoon#annabel lee nevermore#lenore nevermore#lenore vandernacht#annabel lee whitlock#montresor nevermore#By the way#I don't want this to be read as me defending Montresor#Just because I believe that his attitudes follow a logic does not make them good or excusable#But that's how good antagonists are written#as a reflection of protagonists#And perhaps we should take whatever happens to him as a dark omen for Annabel and Lenore#And speaking of antagonizing Morella where the fuck are you? Your spectre is the opposite of this guy's
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Charles Leclerc & Max Verstappen | pre-race | 2023 Mexico City Grand Prix
🎥: F1TV
#charles leclerc#max verstappen#lestappen#pre-race#*#f1#my edit#f1edit#i LOVE this shot in the outtro#kind of has protagonist/antagonist energy... where they are both#mexico city gp 2023#cinematic
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"Hold this for me." Before the hero had a chance to object, the villain shoved the bloodied axe into their hands and dropped to rifle through their bag.
The hero squeezed their eyes shut and took a shaky breath, trying not to think about the smell. Oh God, they were holding the villain's axe. The blood was probably still warm. The hero's chest tightened. The stench was overwhelming. They thought they might faint.
"It's not going to bite you," the villain said.
The hero's lower lip trembled. "P-please take it back."
The villain sighed. The hero felt the axe lift from their outstretched hands. They opened their eyes.
The villain was looking at them, a mix of understanding and impatience in their eyes. "If you're going to vomit, let's get it over with," they said, "but don't faint on me. You're no good to me unconscious."
They started to cry instead.
The villain let out an exasperated sigh and stooped to pick up their bag. "Cut that out, I don't have time for that." They hoisted their axe over their shoulder. "If you're not going to vomit, let's go."
"Why are you doing this?" the hero choked out.
The villain looked them up and down. They had already noticed the hero was small; it was why the villain chose to spare them. But there was more that the villain hadn't realized immediately... they looked frail. Shellshocked. And, frankly, too young for this kind of setting. They had a feeling the hero wasn't too loyal to their team's cause, or at least that's how the villain wanted them to feel. It would be easier to earn the hero's trust if their morals weren't in the way.
The villain blinked. Were they going soft?
"It's business," the villain said finally, furrowing their eyebrows, mildly irked at how protective they suddenly felt. "And it should be for you, too."
They grabbed the hero by the shirt collar and pulled them face to face, startling them. They'd be damned if they went soft on the hero already.
"Because I'm your best shot at getting out of here alive."
#writing#fiction#snippet#writeblr#hero#villain#hero x villain#protagonist#antagonist#protagonist x antagonist#villain x hero
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