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thepenultimateword · 4 months
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Prompt #259
"Aren't you a little mean for a hero?"
The hero's already furrowed expression contorted into an outright threat. "Oh, go jump of building."
Villain flinched back a step. "See, that's what I'm talking about, heroes shouldn't--"
"What?" Hero interrupted, sizing Villain up. "Go ahead, say it. Criticize me because I don't fit your personal perceptions of heroism." Villain had been feeling pretty good about where they stood against this hero but suddenly they felt small and pathetic under their glare. "How many crimes have I stopped? How many people have I saved? How many villains have ensured never harm a hair on anyone's head again? Did I do any of that by being nice? By sashaying around in my cape and flirting with villains?"
Villain bumped the wall behind them, and Hero slammed a fist above their head.
"You think I should bantering with you?" Hero said. "Exchanging kisses for info?"
"W-well..." Villain swallowed helplessly.
"Every choice I make is because I care about this city. And they don't need to like me for me to do my job." Hero's hand slid down the wall, brushing against the ends of Villain's hair. For a horrifying moment Villain thought they were going to grab it in a fistful, but then they shoved off the stone and swaggered a couple steps back, regarding Villain under half-lowered lids like they were looking at a bug. "And if I already know the civilians I protect don't like me, why in the world should I care about you?"
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gingerly-writing · 1 year
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Prompt #3333
"You used a love potion on me and expected...what exactly?"
"Not this," the villain gasped, scrabbling away. "Not this. I thought- a distraction. A- a small hurdle for you. I never thought you'd be so, so-"
"Possessive? Single-minded?" Their gaze flickered. "Hungry?"
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Fire and Darkness
The Chosen One.
The Dark One.
Face to face at last.
For years, The Dark Ones ruled. And nights were spent cowering in fear because of them. 
Now, it was time.
The Chosen One was here.
Prophecized to defeat The Dark Ones once and for all.
Trained for years in magic, weapons, brains, and brawn.
Trained to bring an end to the darkness. 
Trained to become the perfect warrior.
The perfect machine for peace.
"What's your name, oh, Great Chosen One? Fire Heart?"
"Fire Star."
"Hmm, is that really the best they could come up with?" The Dark One asked, their smile mischievous but only a fool would let their guard down around them. 
At no response from The Chosen One, they made an effort to shrug, "No matter. I'm sure they must have told you all about me."
Fire Star didn't answer.
"I'm one of The Dark Ones. The Dark One as far as you know." Their eyes narrowed and they took out their swords. "You can call me Villain." 
At still no answer from their opponent, they let out a battle cry and charged.
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The Dark One took a step forward, their arms full, then… they got down on one knee.
A peculiarly shaped black box in one hand, clasped to their chest where their heart would be.
Their other hand around a single blood red rose, gentle enough to not to break its thin stem.
Fire Star didn’t move.
They didn’t flinch, but they didn’t know what to think.
Villain took a deep breath and looked up.
And they couldn't speak.
Every second that passed on in silence, Fire Star just grew angrier... and more on edge.
Meanwhile, Villain felt like their chest was about to close in on itself, making it harder and harder to breathe.
This wasn't how Dark Ones acted; this wasn't how Dark Ones should act, thought Fire Star. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.
Villain could see their opponent straining their ears and eyes, to get an inkling, a clue, of an ambush or attack. 
But there was nothing.
Only distant meows and car horns, and the flickering of a single lamp post down the street if you were desperate.
And, despite being two of the most powerful beings in the city, both of them radiated desperation right now.
Villain, struggling to breathe, struggling to get their words out, struggling to break the silence.
And Fire Star, struggling to gain control — or keep it if they had it already — they hated that they couldn't tell.
Villain gulped and took another breath.
Fire Star tightened their hand around their weapons. "Speak. Before I decide to silence you for good."
That knocked some sense into them, Fire Star thought, because they finally spoke. 
“Fire Star,” Villain’s voice was hoarse, nervous tremble evident. “Fire Star. I think… I think… You were sent to end me, but then you didn't and I thought you were a pathetic spineless do-gooder like all the others."
Fire Star didn’t say a word.
Villain continued, “And then. Then you- you took that hush money. I thought that was it, the defeat of the so-called Chosen One. Corrupted by the root of all evils. Such a fitting end.”
Fire Star looked bored, but they didn’t interrupt. They wanted to know where this was going.
“And then. Gosh, Fire Star, when you didn’t even flinch when I threatened to drop that sleazebag mayor off that building. And when you didn't flinch when I actually dropped them," Villain’s eyes were sparkling, their face was in awe. "I knew you were something.”
“I distinctly remember pushing you off that building too.”
“Yes! Exactly! All those heroes, they have their moral code, but you. You... wow.”
“I’m not a hero.”
“No, you're definitely not. You pushed me off. You wanted to kill me and you made good on your word and you did almost kill me. I never thought you would do that. It was terrifying…"
"I'm failing to see the point here."
"Fire Star. You have robbed me, mauled me, left me bloody and bruised. You have attempted to kill me multiple times. You use whatever means to get what you want, be it murder, blackmail, magic, science. You don't mess around. If you want something, you take it.
"Fire Star. What I'm trying to say is... You’re unhinged. You’re terrifying. But every time you stab someone, I- I just want to kiss you even more.” Now that got a surprised eyebrow raise from Fire Star, but Villain continued. “I think I love you. I think I’m in love with you, Fire Star."
"... What?" Fire Star’s poker face was good.
“I can’t believe it either. I… I’ve never felt this way before. I think I'm in love with you, and- and- and I don't know what to do anymore."
Villain could almost hear the gears in Fire Star's head turning. Would they believe them? Would they try to kill them?
Then, in what felt like an eternity, the silence of the rooftop was replaced with the sound of laughter. Honest, unrestrained, crazed, manic, melodic laughter. 
Absolute perfection. Villain could listen to that laugh all day.
"Oh, gosh. Oh, gosh," they had to hold their knees for support, "Oh, gosh! Seriously?" Their weapons never left their hands. "I hadn't pegged you for the type to fall in love. I was thinking of angles, researching, trying to figure your actions out. But we both lost. You fell in love and I didn't even think of… that being your reason." 
Villain's heart was thumping erratically while Fire Star continued laughing, losing their breath, and their balance — they had never seen them this carefree, they had never looked so happy. Villain had never seen them smile before. 
And for good reason. Fire Star had been raised a machine, at the cost of breaking them and their humanity.
They had never been this free. 
But Villain, The Dark One, had just done the most human thing in both of their dark lives.
They had made them laugh.
The Chosen One.
The Dark One.
Human at last.
Fin 🖤
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A/N:
For Villaintine’s Day 2023 by @black-rose-events
Pairing: Chosen one hero-turned-villain x My choice
"...What?"
Dialogue: Replies to "I love you":
"I hadn't pegged you for the type to fall in love. I was thinking of angles, researching, trying to figure your actions out. But we both lost. You fell in love and I didn't even think of that being your reason."
Finishing touch: Blood red rose
Also used this prompt by @mysticallilac: (Your prompt was inspiring, thank you so much!)
"Every time you stab someone, I want to kiss you even more."
Thank you @surplus-of-sarcasm for your help!
A/N: I tried to practice writing✨dark✨ this time :) Then I had trouble with the ending because I didn't know how to end it without feeling bad. I forced myself to somehow get something and ended up with this :)
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faytelumos · 2 years
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Hero and Villain prompt:
Villain crashed to the ground, biting back a cry as their shoulder crunched. They scrambled to their feet, practically tripping over themself to get away as Hero prowled out of the cloud of dust and debris, an awful, predatory chuckle making their eyes sparkle.
"And they said you couldn't fly."
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lilislegacy · 3 months
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Percy at ease
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Percy calm, but a little on edge
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Percy when mildly angry
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Friendly reminder that Percy jackson - our beloved silly adorable seaweed brain - is absolutely terrifying. When he’s angry, when he’s scared, when he’s on edge - he’s not warm and fuzzy.
No other character gets that reaction from people. Jason (the sweetie) is perceived as calm and in control, nico (our favorite self-outcasted outcast) is perceived as solemn and creepy, reyna (girlboss queen slay) is perceived as confident and assertive, and annabeth (our girl) is perceived as fierce, clever, and formidable. They are all intimidating to an extent.
But not like Percy. No. Becasue even when he’s at ease, he’s described as wild and disobedient. And when he’s not at ease, even if just little bit, he’s perceived as powerful, dangerous, and scary. Someone who NOBODY wants to mess with. Nobody even questions his power. One look from him has literal gangs running the other way. One look from him has Leo so scared that he’s literally shaking, and feeling the same innate fright and alarm that he does when jason summons an ear-piercing, earth-shaking, deadly bolt of lighting.
like… HELLO??? can we all just sit on that for a moment?? good lord
One angry look from percy has people thinking one thing: Run.
Percy is, canonically, the character that people find the most frightening and intimidating.
And unless he’s in a good mood - which you better hope he is - the reality is that most of us would be completely terrified of him if we met him.
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arggghhhsstuff · 6 months
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forever obsessed with percy being weird. off-putting. strange even. a cryptid maybe. an urban legend if I may. my boy is the son of one of the oldest, most powerful gods, has been in FBI's records since the age of twelve, fought and won two wars against immortal beings, went to hell and back. I think he's allowed to be a little odd.
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violent138 · 2 months
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I feel like the Robins probably watched horror movies to really up their game, taking notes on the gestures and body language that would creep you out. "Criminals are a superstitious lot", so yeah the guy in full body armour that could beat you up would suck, but a small child, somewhere in the dark, with an echoing laugh all around you as you fire off a hail of bullets, somehow dodging everything and gleefully messing you up. That's psychological warfare.
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i love that canon nico's appearance is described as unnerving. percy says he has a glint in his eyes that makes you think he's either a genius or a madman. people comment about how his presence is eerie and how he just seems to show up, like a specter. his smile is said to be more unsettling than his scowl. pretty privilege nico is a fun hc but i just love the idea that he looks like some eldritch being at his worst and a sopping run-over black cat at his best.
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hermemescabin · 2 months
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Jason and Leo: do not find Annabeth attractive because she’s too scary.
Percy and Piper: find Annabeths scariness attractive.
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puppyaulait · 5 months
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Flower shop x tattoo shop (and the little emo gang)
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mispelled · 2 months
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Just like the post canon homestuck photos..
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thepenultimateword · 4 months
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Prompt #252
Villain stared up into Superhero’s red gaze, the blaring heat in their eyes threatening to melt them into an insignificant puddle at any given time.
Supervillain’s voice echoed in their head: Don’t do anything stupid. This is a reconnaissance mission and nothing more. If Superhero catches you, you’re dead.
Villain had been stupid. So stupid. They’d known not to touch anything, but Superhero’s heart had been right there. They’d been certain they could slip it into a pocket and walk out without notice, but Superhero had to choose the very moment they laid hands on it to come through the door.
“That’s not yours,” Superhero said, plucking the crystal orb and its luminescent, slow-beating contents out of Villain’s hands. Villain shrank even smaller beneath the hero's scrutiny. “And you're not a janitor. Are you?"
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gingerly-writing · 1 year
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Un-Secret Not-Santa
hello @thepenultimateword and welcome to your un-secret not-santa makeup snippet! I hope you enjoy <3
your prompt was: a Superhero x  rookie villain snippet where the superhero is really powerful and they give off dangerous vibes to their enemies. Like maybe the civilian world loves them, but they make the villain world quake. So lil villain’s maybe a little in over their head 
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“You’ve been very brave,” Superhero murmured. “So very brave, to face off against me. But it’s over now. You can rest.”
Villain stumbled to their feet, yanking at the power dampening bracelet clamped around their wrist. It wouldn’t come off, it wouldn’t come off, they had to get it off, they had to, they had- “It’s not over,” they insisted. “It never will be. I’ll keep fighting until-”
“Until what?��� Superhero enquired idly, head cocked like an inquisitive bird of prey. “Until I defeat you? Knock you unconscious? Imprison you? I promise, it would be better to surrender now.”
“Never,” they spat back, fingernails bleeding as they scratched at the cuff. Maybe if they found a seam, or hit it hard enough- “Surrender is for cowards and weaklings. I’m neither.”
“True,” Superhero agreed genially. “Cowards don’t attend fights they were always going to lose. Weaklings don’t hang on this long. But plenty of other people surrender: wise men, good soldiers, those who want to live to fight another day. There’s no shame in it.”
There was all the shame in the world in surrendering. How did someone as powerful as Superhero not understand that? Probably because she’d never had to surrender in her all-powerful life. Villain tried to fit their sleeve under the cuff, block the contact with their skin, to no avail. “That’s false logic; you can’t trick me that easily.”
“Trick? No. I was actually hoping to negotiate.”
“Now I’m in a perceived position of weakness?” they snapped, heat scorching their cheeks. “As if.”
Superhero swept forward. Six foot tall and dressed in spotless white, she was ethereal, otherworldly. Terrifying. “You were always in a position of weakness,” she said, soft as falling feathers, “but now you are forced to recognise it.”
Her words burned. “I am not,” Villain snarled. “I won’t. If it wasn’t for this stupid bracelet-”
“You would lose anyway. You were already losing.”
Villain growled at her, wordless in their fury. “Never. The moment I get this off-”
“You won’t-”
“The moment I get it off, I’ll destroy you. You don’t even have any powers: you’re nothing.” They slammed the bracelet against their other hand, their knee, the floor, the nearest wall. Not even a dint. Their heart raced ever faster. “I can control the wind, the very air itself. What can you do?”
“Beat you,” she replied. “Win. With ease. Like always.” Superhero’s smile was so soft and sweet that it verged on motherly. “I don’t need powers to achieve victory, and I never have. That’s so often the mistake you new villains make. You think that if you can overcome civilians, police officers, soldiers, that you can defeat me just as easily.”
“I will,” Villain insisted. “I will.”
"You won't." Her cape fluttered at her heels as she stalked closer. And closer, and closer. "Allow me to demonstrate."
Villain couldn't scramble away fast enough. Superhero moved like a striking snake, snapping across the space between them. Her fist struck their stomach, their chin, and their cheek hard enough to slice their teeth across their tongue. Villain hit the floor hard, gasping for breath, mouth filling with blood. They spat crimson all over her perfect white shoes.
"Rude," Superhero said calmly. "But I won't hold it against you. Defeat can be very distressing."
Rage screeched through them, turning the last of their cool into embers and ash. They wanted to choke the air from her lungs, pop her eyeballs from her skull, deprive her and her damn city of oxygen until she came crawling on her knees to get it back. 
Villain launched themself at her with an incoherent wail. Superhero caught them at arm's length, her forearm braced across their chest and her other hand around their throat. "You're going to get yourself hurt," she admonished. "I didn't want to take you in unconscious, but you give me no choice."
Her hand tightened around their throat. Villain's eyes went wide. How many people had they choked- this shouldn't be happening, not to them- They slammed their fists into her arm, but Superhero didn’t shift, didn’t even flinch. She was unmovable, unbreakable. They couldn’t escape her grip, couldn’t writhe free, couldn’t breathe. Now they understood why their targets never thought their way out of this—it was impossible, but they had to think, had to-
“Relax,” Superhero murmured. “Let the darkness take you.”
No no no no no, no way in hell, they had to- to get the cuff off. Villain dropped their hand to slap limply against Superhero’s side. They just had to- just had to find-
Beep went the electronic cuff key in Superhero’s belt. Clang went the inhibitor cuff as it hit the floor. 
Villain grinned as oxygen flooded their lungs and air curled around their fingertips. They hadn’t lost yet. They weren’t going to lose now. Superhero's eyes narrowed and her hand closed tighter, but it was too late.
They snatched up half the air in the room, compressed it, and slammed the ball into Superhero's chest. Villain watched her fly across the room with burning satisfaction, and settled into a fighting stance, wind curling around their bruised neck like a scarf. She wasn't going to take their powers twice—she wasn't going to get that close to beating them ever again. No more toying, no more underestimating. Only victory.
Game on. 
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hyperfocuscentre · 10 months
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‘bla bla nico is a black cat… bla bla nico is this..’
nico is a sewer rat who comes out of dark cracks in the walls and nibbles holes into your socks
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macksartblock · 2 months
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manifesting (finale's been recorded)
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lilislegacy · 3 months
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frank: let me get this straight. thalia and jason’s domain is the sky, percy’s domain is water, and hazel and nico’s domain is basically the underground?
annabeth: yes
frank: but… can’t percy also create storms? that have clouds and lightning and thunder?
annabeth: yes
frank: and… and can’t percy also create earthquakes and make volcanoes erupt?
annabeth: yes
frank: so… in a way, doesn’t that mean everywhere is percy’s domain?
annabeth: yes.
annabeth: but don’t tell him. he hasn’t had that realization yet
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