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dnptrashlikesart · 2 years

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"I'm not an expert on mechanicals," the hero said, setting the little messenger robot tottering about on the table between them. "But even to me, what you can do with a few scraps and an elastic band is beyond impressive."

They didn't expect the villain to reply; they were the icy, stoic sort who never said anything. Terrifying. Impossible to engage in banter.

The villain indeed eyed them from across the room, saying nothing, but their cheeks went pink.

based on this snippet by @the-modern-typewriter

The first panel took a lifetime lmao but I couldn't help it I love drawing tech. Also open for better quality if it looks blurry bc it isn't blurry. Tumblr just loves doing that.

Hope you like it, please reblog!

#the modern typewriter #fanart #my art #villain x hero #I never know what to tag these lol #hero x villain art #villain x hero fanart

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chaotic-orphan · 1 year

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Dec. 31, prompt: resolution

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

I am starting this year out right! Writing! I hope you enjoy it, and I hope your year is full of joy and misery and laughter and love

And I hope you live every moment of it and feel it all!

Also @the-modern-typewriter thank you for this prompt calendar and making me write I hope the year is good to you

HAVE A GOOD 2023

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The hero knew what they were supposed to do now. Superhero had trained them for this moment, their public debut. All thanks to the generosity of the mayor, supervillain.

So what hero had to do now was go bend the knee to the person terrorising the city and promise to protect it from harm. From the villains of the city. But not supervillain’s villains. Those were allowed to get free passes and get off scot free.

Superhero was walking ahead of hero, parading them in front of the citizens. Giving them meticulously crafted hope, and it made hero sick.

Then they stopped at the steps of city hall, where the mayor waited, watching Hero with a sickly sweet smile that probably looked charming to everyone other than hero.

It’s better than if supervillain let everyone run rampant, superhero had told them. Supervillain keeps the crazy ones in check.

Hero may be young and naive, but they knew right from wrong.

They knew it.

“Hero, we are thrilled we have another outstanding citizen who steps up to the task of the superhero force that protects this city and it’s fellow citizens,” supervillain said taking Hero’s hand and shaking it, then smiling at the cameras that came to capture the moment for tomorrow’s papers.

Oh hero was going to make headlines alright.

Hero planted a megawatt smile on their face as they slapped the cold metal cuff clink around supervillain’s wrist and the other around their wrist.

“Mayor you are under arrest for the legalising of crime in this city, and in continued efforts to protect criminals instead of the upstanding citizens of Named City.”

Supervillain slowly turned their head to face hero, not at all concerned.

“Are you sure you want to do this hero?” They asked tone low and sultry with an edge of danger tainting every syllable.

The threat only made Hero dig their heels in further. Their heart and will set, resolute.

“I’m sure.”

It was a promise.

Then all hell broke loose.

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the-broken-pen · 8 months

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The Pinterest to whump pipline is so real!!! Did you fall from that pipeline?

I remember searching for “whump” boards until I just needed more and came straight to the source - tumblr.

Ahh, yep. The pipeline is one I hold dear. It was me googling writing prompts, finding stolen screenshots of moderntypewriter, and then stumbling onto tumblr when I figured out they were hers. After that my mother went into her authoritarian phase and I lost contact :( then I discovered how to use duolingo as a proxy and all was well.

A lot of the prompts were just *chefs kiss* but I think it was this one that really was like “oh. Oh.” for me. That and all the fae ones.

#whump #not writing #writing community #young writer #origin story lol #the modern typewriter

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saturncodedstarlette · 1 year

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Soap : Oi, where’s your boyfriend?

Y/N : He’s not my boyfriend. 🙄

Soap, gestures at Graves : Have you told him that?

Philip Graves, looking at the love of his life : 😊👋🫴💝

#Cod #Call of duty #cod x reader #Call of duty incorrect quotes #Cod imagines #Cod Philip Graves #Call of duty Shadow Company #Shadow Company #Philip Graves x male reader #Philip Graves x fem reader #Philip Graves x gn reader #philip graves x you #Philip graves x oc #Original : the-modern-typewriter #Original : Tumblr #I said I wouldn’t but look where that got me 😔#Cod Soap #John Soap Mctavish

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thepenultimateword · 8 months

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Prompt #232

Villain stepped out into Other Villain’s path, causing a little jump of surprise.

“Goodness gracious, Villain! Don’t just walk out like—“

“Stop it.”

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb,” Villain growled. “Stop trying to take over my heists!”

Other Villain blinked. “What are you talking about?”

“You’re always showing up to my schemes! Fighting my heroes! Forcing your way into my plans! Do you think I’m going to give you a cut? Because I’m not. Or did you think you could push me out completely? Take the goods and leave me with the heroes? It’s a clever scheme, but pretty scummy. Even for a villain. You know we have respect in this city, maybe not for the laws, but for the code we’ve set for ourselves. So back off. Before I make you.”

Other Villain gaped. “I’m not trying to do any of that! I’m just helping out!”

“Out of the goodness of your heart?” Villain sneered.

Other Villain looked at the floor and flushed. “I just like being with you.”

#read a modern typewriter story #and it put villain x villain back in my brain #prompt #short prompt #writing prompt #villain x villain #heroes and villains #heroes and villains community #creative writing #hero x villain #writblr #villain

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389 · 1 year

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Barrie Tullett explores in Typewriter Art: A Modern Anthology

#art #typewriter #abstract #barrie tullett #modern art #contemporary #type #letters #design #graphic design #u

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speckeltail · 9 months

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We're so close to something better left unknown, I can feel it in my bones.

one more fanart for the sidekick diaries for @the-modern-typewriter feat. increasingly insane interpretations

#something something. becoming twisted by grief and loss. being something younger you needed but never had the luxury of having.#fucking that up reaaaaaal bad #rereading the whole thing with the insane imagined context of villain being future sidekick <= in tears 100% of the time #speck draws #my art #the-modern-typewriter

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vintagehomecollection · 2 years

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Better Homes and Gardens: Stretching Living Space, 1983

#vintage #vintage interior #1980s #interior design #home decor #office #shelving #desk #chrome #stool #typewriter #parquet #map #organization #industrial #modern #style #home #architecture #books

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dudefrommywesterns · 25 days

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and the modern equivalent for dude's job is...deputy sheriff but there's NOTHING cool or interesting about the sheriff's department these days. they just suck. they don't even ride horses. it's some asshole in a ford or something. the guns aren't even cool. they aren't even sexy.

#typewriter dings #yeah he could be a rancher i guess #but i'd hate to see him with a modern haircut

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chaotic-orphan · 1 year

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Dec. 14 + 15, prompt: Sledding + freezing (fluff)

Okay so I did two in one again, forgive me this is my take on fluff are you kidding it was fun!!

@the-modern-typewriter @the-modern-typewriter-aesthetic

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“Villain?” Hero gasped, seeing that Villain wasn’t in fact in danger was enough of a shock. But seeing said Villain on top of the tallest hill in the park sitting on a sled decorated with Christmas lights, tinsel and a blanket is definitely not what hero had had in mind when they got the distress call.

“Hero! You came! Merry Christmas!”

“You- you-“ hero began but couldn’t quite get the words out so they just held up their phone that was blinking a red light.

“Oh yeah,” villain laughed, waving a hand quickly dismissing the idea that they were in danger. “I’m fine! Look, come here you must be freezing!”

“It’s the middle of the night on the coldest night of the year!!! Do you have a death wish?”

Villain lay on their side facing hero, a hand under their cheek. “Would you come and rescue me if I said yes?”

“Absolutely.”

“Then yes. I do. Right here in this cosy sled for two is where my death wish begins,” villain purred and hero still lost for words, locked their phone screen and walked over to the flirty villain and sat in the sled next to them.

Villain let out a dramatic gasp, and made their eyes wide pouting their lips. “My hero!”

“My villain,” hero said back, rolling their eyes as villain sat up properly. Villain reached over to cup hero’s cheek in their hand.

“God you are freezing.”

“I told you,” hero said, putting a hand over Villain’s and leaning into it. Villain was warm. Villain was always warm, so hero moved in closer and villain pulled a blanket over the two of them.

“I missed you hero,” villain said softly, taking hero in their arms. Hero snuggled deeper into them in reply, surrounded by the villain’s familiar smell.

It felt right. It felt like home. It didn’t feel like -20 degree weather, not with villain.

Villain reached over hero to the top of the sled and grabbed something hero couldn’t see.

Then the waft of hot chocolate filled the air, and hero gasped.

“You didn’t!”

“Oh but I very much did, sweet hero,” and pressed a cup of hot chocolate into hero’s cold, gloved hands.

“Have I told you that I love you?”

“Hearing it one time more is always nice,” villain said, pressing a kiss to hero’s cheek as they took a sip of the hot chocolate.

“It’s so pretty,” hero said. “The sled. The snow. The view-“

“I know,” Villain said, something hidden behind their tender words as they put a hand through hero’s hair beside them. “Drink up, I have more surprises.”

Hero obliged. Moaning after the second sip of coffee, it was that good. Villain chuckled softly at them, keeping them close. Hero looked up and could see the stars the sky was so clear. They simply wished to exist in this moment forever in villain’s arms. They could relax, they allowed themself that. For now everything was perfect.

Then villain took the empty mug from hero and set it down, lifting a hand and the sled started sliding down the hill, hero screaming in ecstatic glee as the sled kept its speed going over another hill like a ramp and then up into the air and hero clasped villain like a vice, laughing all the while as they felt the wind through their hair and jingle bells which hero only noticed were attached to the sled.

“This is the best,” hero yelled over the wind. Villain smiled down at them with eyes full of laughter, and something else before leaning down and kissing hero.

It was short, sweet and tender.

Somewhere in the bowels of villain’s hideout, chained in power suppression cuffs and gagged to a wall in the cell of their basement, the real villain was trying to escape. Hero needed them. They weren’t with villain at all, but an imposter who stole villains face and powers.

Hero fell asleep on villain’s arm, which hero thought was a perfect end to a perfect night. The fake villain smiled down at them, and their trust in fake villain. Really, fake villain thought the sweetness of the hot chocolate would have given them away, but no sweet, naive hero drank every drop of the sleeping drought. Fake villain pulled the blanket over hero, then reaching into hero’s pocket and drawing out their phone. They were so clumsy really, as they tossed the phone over the side of the sled. Hero wouldn’t need it when they woke up anyways.

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the-broken-pen · 11 months

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Honestly the pipeline of “reading the-modern-typewriter snippets at midnight on the floor of my bathroom at age eleven so I wouldn’t get caught” to “being a tumblr writer myself” is a wild one.

#queer writers #writer things #writer thoughts #that’s crazy #also I love the modern typewriter #the god key #perfection #like I ordered It immediately #and made it a fake cover so I wouldn’t get fingerprints on the paperback #I would annotate it but I couldn’t bear to deface it #it has a place of honor in my home #like an altar #you guys don’t understand I scrolled through every single snippet she had posted to such an extent that I hit the end of her blog #like I got to her first post #because I wanted to read everything she had ever written #because I was like this is a god #still my idol #when internships (cause they’re writing internships) as me who my literary influences are #I always mention her #oh my god that’s my I sound British sometimes #😭#because she says things like love and darling and stuff bc she’s British and it’s an engrained part of me #not that saying love is inherently British but in the context #just know I’m saying it with an accent #not when it’s the siren tho then that’s just like #sexy #if sexy had a tone #idk I’m demisexual #Christ this is a lot of tags #to whomever takes the time to read these ily

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noxexistant · 9 months

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i have a new modern katherine headcanon

#she grew up using the barbie typewriter and then begged for a real one when she turned thirteen #insisted she was grown up enough now #so she got a modern one then #and a refurbished antique one when she turned sixteen #it’s wildly impractical for writing her thoughts move far too fast for it to be efficient #but she loves the aesthetics #her typewriter lives on her desk beside her laptop and chaotic filled notebooks #modern au #katherine pulitzer

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tiktoks-repost · 6 days

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#tiktok #tik tok #memes #the 1975 #taylor swift #the tortured poets department #typewriter #1975 #modern family

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lorereadsclassics7 · 1 year

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Dr. Seward and Mina: Writing by hand [derogatory]

#dracula daily #dracula #bram stokers dracula #mina harker #john seward #they love their phonograph and typewriter so much #no but I really do need a modern adaptation of Dracula #and just the two of them living their best lives with the tech we have #voice notes and note app only besties

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nervousladytraveler · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday: The Good Companion

(from Duty...)

“What’s this then?” Prudie asked sceptically. She’d barely remembered her manners and had only asked the man in when she saw his arms were full.

“It’s fer Mrs. Carne, from Mr Ross,” Zacky explained. He set the black case on the table and stepped back so it might be better beheld. “Come from Plymouth just this mornin’.”

Prudie examined the handwritten tag attached to the handle–addressed to Mrs. Carne–then nodded. So far Zacky’s story checked out.

“Don’t suppose you know what’s in it?”

“No, I don’t. Not too heavy but not light either,” he said.

At this Prudie huffed impatiently. Zacky was of no help to her and her curiosity.

“Reckon we should open it?” she asked. “Make sure it’s all in one piece?”

“Don’t know what we’d be lookin’ fer exactly. Suppose we wait for Mrs. Carne since it's meant for her… but it’s yer call, Prudie,” Zacky replied, meaning he wouldn't dare.

“Yes, well that’s all fine and good, but she’s out wanderin’, doin’ lordknowswhat. Might be hours!” Prudie threw up her hands.

“Hours? ‘Til what?” Demelza asked with a laugh. She shut the front door behind her and came through the hallway to meet them in the warm kitchen. “Good afternoon, Mr. Martin. Always a pleasure to see you. Prudie? Did you offer Mr. Martin any…”

“I did not! He’s just bringin’ us a delivery, isn't stayin’ on’ fer no social call!”

“Delivery? Oh my goodness, it came so soon! He really did it! The Good Companion!” Demelza cried unsnapping the case without removing her mittens.

“Good what?” Prudie grumbled.

#wip wednesday #poldark #poldark fanfic #lucretiassister #demelza carne #poldark modern au #duty #Is it really Wednesday?#antique typewriters

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