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sunnynwanda · 5 months

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Hi dear, how are you? hope you’re doing okay! Can you write a snippet where the villain is “drunk” and tries to seduce the hero? (At the end we find out the villain is not really drunk, but they just wanted to have fun)

Very vague, but i like your imagination so ik it will be a masterpiece! If it’s not a problem, make it spicy 🫶thankss

Under the influence

Part 2

Warnings: intoxication, slightly? spicy content ig

Hero rounds the corner, shuts the kitchen door and leans over the counter to steady themselves. The party is raging - and it's absolute chaos. If their growing headache is any indication, it is a success. They press the balls of their palms into their eyes to soothe the burning behind them. Hero feels feverish despite not drinking anything that contained alcohol - to their knowledge, that is. They did suspect one of the reporters had tried to spike their drink in search of a sensation, so they threw it onto the ground a couple hours ago and had been drinking orange juice.

The loud bangs of music clash against their eardrums again, returning them to the present when someone opens the door behind their back. Hero turns, about to snap at them to get out, but notices how crooked the smile adorning the striking dumb face of the intruder is.

"Hiiii, daaarrrling!" Villain's excited shriek is followed by an awkward wave. Hero quirks an eyebrow at them which Villain ignores. Their words slur when they speak again. "Happy Birrrthdaaayyy!"

"What are you doing here?" Hero questions, still wary. There's no way you came here to congratulate me, they think.

And Villain... giggles. They giggle!

Hero pauses for a good moment, taken aback by the inebriated state of their nemesis. When did this asshole get here to be this intoxicated already? And how come Hero didn't notice them before? Or anyone else, for that matter? A dozen questions flood their mind as they watch Villain sway when they try to lean against the door, evidently finding it difficult to stand upright.

"It's your birthday," Villain states matter-of-factly. They wave their hand in Hero's direction but are unable to focus their gaze on one thing. "Plus, you mentioned the party, so I thought..."

Failing to find words, Hero nods. They weren't exactly opposed to having Villain attend. In fact, this interaction was the most fun they had all evening. Partying wasn't exactly their thing. When the agency suggested throwing a party to celebrate their birthday, Hero paid no actual mind to it. Until they realised that it was not a joke, that is. They objected profusely for two whole weeks but were ignored for the sake of publicity. The amount of reporters present was a telling sign the event had nothing to do with celebrating them.

Seeing as they remain silent, Villain sighs, running a hand over their face. "I can leave if you want?"

Hero shakes their head. They can't help the soft smile that tugs at their lips when Villain does a little cheer dance in response. Except the idiot loses their footing in the process, and is about to plant face-first onto the floor. Hero catches them on pure reflex, wrapping an arm around their waist and grasping their forearm with the other.

"Woah..." Villain looks up at Hero, relying on their support to remain standing. "That was hot!"

Hero's eyes widen quite comically, so Villain giggles again, unbothered by the fact that they are still in Hero's arms. They are warm and smell of cinnamon and apple, so Villain leans in, sniffing them with a humm of appreciation. Hero can feel the heat rising to their ears and chooses to blame it on the air con not working properly.

"You're sloshed." The conclusion is obvious, judging by their flushed cheeks and hazy eyes. It's a shocking discovery, nonetheless.

Villain huffs, pushing against Hero's chest with open palms to detangle themselves from their embrace. "I'm not that drunk."

The claim fails to sound convincing because Villain hiccups halfway through it.

"Yes, you are," Hero can't help the chuckle that escapes them. They are flabbergasted by the absurdity of the situation and irritated by the fact that Villain manages to look stunning despite their state. It feels surreal. "Absolutely wasted."

"Am. Not." Villain's eyes narrow dangerously, and for a moment, Hero thinks they'll leave. They don't want Villain to leave. And that is another shocking discovery of the day. "Got it?"

"Okay, fine," Hero raises their arms in defeat, contemplating possible action. "You're not drunk, just incredibly silly."

Villain huffs again, crossing their arms over their chest but not objecting when Hero hooks an arm around their shoulders to lead them towards the sink. They pour a glass of water and hand it to Villain. There is no way they will allow them to drive; taking them home is not an option either - seeing that Hero has no idea where they live. And Villain would prefer to slam head first into a wall than reveal the location of their lair.

"Now let's get you in bed so you can continue not being drunk," Hero suggests, gesturing towards the stairs. Keeping the enemy in their home isn't the best solution, but at least they'll be safe. As well as the city.

"In bed? That soon?" Villain's murmur drags them out of their thoughts in a rather pleasant manner. "Impatient, I like it!"

"What?" Hero's ears turn an adorable shade of red. They shake their head vehemently as crimson patches begin to cover their neck. "That's not what I meant, I..."

Alas, it's too late. Villain springs forward with astonishing speed and latches onto their lips before Hero has the chance to react. They fail to protest due to shock and... well, desire to be kissed by the worst possible choice in their life. Not that they would admit to it, of course.

Hero dissolves into the kiss quicker than anticipated, kissing Villain back the second Villain's hand wraps around their shoulders. They lose all sense of self as Villain's lips ghost over their throat, leaving a rough kiss below their ringing ear. They can't hear the party anymore, though they assume it's still swinging somewhere far away. Their kitchen feels detached from the world, coursing through the silent void on the other side of the universe.

Villain fists their shirt, and Hero picks them up, taking a few steps forward and placing them on the countertop. Villain draws them closer by the buckles on their belt, wrapping their legs around Hero's waist and earning a growling moan from Hero's chest. They pull Villain closer to feel them flush against their own body and meet their parted lips in a hungry kiss. Villain smiles against their mouth, swallowing every short gasp that escapes them as they draw a hand down Hero's toned stomach, lifting their shirt and flattening their fingers into the muscles beneath.

The reality crashes onto Hero's head like a bucket of cold water. Their eyes shoot open in terror as their whole body goes rigid with scorching flames of shame that flood them. They stop Villain's hand and pry it off of them.

"No! Stop!" Villain grabs their face, capturing their mouth again, so Hero pushes them away, restraining their hands at their sides. Their voice fills with panic as they speak. "We can't. We can't."

"Why not?" Villain leans back to take in their face in the dim light.

The uproar of the party is still muted in their ears, despite their return to the real world in which Villain is a) their irritating yet beautiful archnemesis and b) too befuddled to consent to whatever they were getting down to.

"I can't do this," Hero whispers, although it comes out a whimper. They shake their head for good measure and step back to distance themselves from the ravishing menace.

This time, Villain does not try to stop them, shrinking under Hero's gaze. Their eyes are vacant, and they make it a point to look away. Hero fails to decipher their expression until they jump off the counter.

"I'm sorry," they whisper, biting into their lower lip to suppress whatever emotions are raging behind their empty stare.

"No, Vil, I am," Hero interrupts, but Villain ignores their apology altogether.

"I didn't realise..." They pause for a moment, running a hand through their hair and finally facing Hero. "I should have asked if you wanted it."

"Of course I wanted it!" Hero's pitch reaches an uncomfortable height, scratching their throat through every word - they cannot bring themselves to care anymore. "I still do. I want to kiss you. But not like this. Not when you're not fully conscious."

Hero's words wipe the hurt expression off of Villain's face, illuminating it with a cunning smile that sends Hero's heart aflutter.

"Except, I am," Villain claims, crossing their arms over their chest and watching their nemesis with unexplained curiosity.

"Hm?" Hero knows they are missing something important here - they can't grasp what it is yet.

"I am perfectly sound of mind," Villain shakes their head, chuckling softly. Hero looks positively lost. "In all respects."

It strikes them then that Villain no longer looks intoxicated. Their speech is clear, their movements are controlled, no longer stumbling or swaying, and their eyes are no longer droopy or musky. And when they stride towards Hero, their steps are firm and deliberate.

"What the everloving fuck is this..." Hero's complaint is cut short when Villain cups their cheeks, silencing them with a kiss.

A smug smile blossoms on Villain's face as they pull away, resting their forehead against Hero's as they whisper to their stunned nemesis. "Happy birthday, darling."

Part 2

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Hi love!

I'm doing okay, thank you! I hope you are well too. I had an absolute blast writing this and hope you'll like what this idea ended up as.

Thank you for this request :) I had so much fun writing it!

Sunny

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nocreativityfornames · 6 months

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Tell me why I only just now saw the hour on this

Does this mean that days in the Devildom last 66 fucking hours?!?!

#and the added 6 minutes😭#hell nah #that's almost 3 WHOLE DAYS for us ARE YOU KIDDING #and how much of that time do we have to spend at RAD??#oh this REALLY is hell #-> my clueless ass seeing posts about the days in the devildom lasting longer and imagining 35-40 hours at best #66??????#mc would be sleeping SO MUCH throughout the day #imagining the brothers wanting to hang out with them and it's just: “oh they're asleep again🧍‍♂️”#“you sure this human isn't the real Avatar of Sloth or somethin'?”#“this is normal for humans Mammon 😒"#I'm thinking that after 66:66 the day gotta restart I mean THERE'S NO WAY there are more hours than this #rethinking my stance on the devildom being better than the human world rn #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #omswd #omnb #☙ no creativity for names ✾

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dailyedgeworth · 3 months

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today, here's the pink badger like a sonic character <3

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dani-luminae · 6 months

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"Disney's princess needs to have more diverse personalities!" Yes true, sure, but also

Disney's first three Princesses (Snow White, Cinderella, Aurora) are all graceful, sweet, like singing songs about dreams and wishes, and do not actively fight: "omg they're such anti-feminist caricatures!!!"

Disney's next princesses have more established emotions and personalities, alongside the establishment of the "I Want" song as applied to motives outside of love (exploration, adventure, making their family proud): "OMG Ariel traded her voice for a man, how stupid!" "Belle's so stuck-up!" "Jasmine's just a spoiled brat!"

Tiana's a dedicated hard worker, loves her family a lot, and wants her loved ones to be very happy even at her own expense and gets... totally ignored in this conversation, gee I wonder why

Rapunzel, Anna, and now Asha are a little bit awkward, silly, but exuberant and get written off as "stupid adorkable" despite the other tenets of their personalities setting them apart, like Rapunzel's creativity, Anna's dedication to her family, and how Asha strives to help those around her

Moana gets called a disobedient brat for seeing beyond her father's narrow-mindedness

Disney Princesses have many wonderfully different personalities. It's just that people are dedicated to misinterpreting them, and that's why I never take the "Disney Princesses need more diverse personalities!" comment at face value.

#of course rapunzel's socially awkward she's been shut in a tower for eighteen years!!! she's also creative sneaky and sees good everywhere!#anna is dedicated to a sister that as far as she knows has never shown her an ounce of love in ten years even after their parents died #but oh wow! both of them make one goofy face once and suddenly they're 'adorkable oh boo disney needs better protags!'#asha is understandably nervous about meeting the literal king of her beloved country and somehow that a bad thing????#long story short i think the 'adorkable' is just the current word for 'why i don't like disney princesses for *checks notes*#being disney princesses'#disney princesses #ALL DISNEY PRINCESSES ARE WONDERFUL

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apocalyp-tech-a · 1 month

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It's been exciting guessing who CX-2 actually is, but can we all at least agree on one thing...

That this fight scene was flipping epic? 😳 @eclec-tech I feel like Stefon again! Blasterfire, blocks, kicks, punches, elbowing, knifeplay, slaps, uppercuts, wrestling, smackdowns, head butts, leaping, taunting, choking, falling down waterfalls - this fight had it all. 😂

Kudos to the animators and creative team who choreographed this scene!!!! 👏🏆

#tbb spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #cx-2 #tech the bad batch #possibly #crosshair the bad batch #star wars #the bad batch #clone x #imperial tech #umm those thighs stalking toward Crosshair though plz #they know what they're doing #i don't just want this to be Tech #I *need* this to be Tech 😂#kudos to the BB creative team #tech lives

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a-chaotically-small-lunta · 2 days

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You know how you look up to someone and how someone looks up to you? Okay, now make it g/t

Lemme explain via example: Imagine a writer who types all their stories on their computer. Maybe they share them online maybe they are way too nervous to do that, and just keep it a secret hobby. Anyway, one day they leave their desk to do something only to come back and notice that their writing document moved to a different page, and their computer didn’t fall asleep like it usually did. This confuses them but they brush it off, telling themselves that maybe they were faster than normal and maybe accidentally moved the page.

However, it keeps happening. Each day they walk away for a moment or even longer, their computer never falls asleep and is on a completely different page. This starts to freak them out. So, they decide to walk away and then sneak back as quietly as possible. When they peek their head inside, they see a tiny little person at their computer, just staring at the screen. The writer watches as the tiny continues to read their story, and that’s when they realize, they’re reading the writer’s story. They walk in, spooking the tiny. The tiny is in shock, they can’t tell if it’s just fear of being seen or getting the chance to actually talk to the writer whose work they adore, perhaps a mix of both. Maybe the tiny gets overwhelmed and before the writer can ask the classic “What are you” question, the tiny burst into a bunch of questions about the story the writer is writing. The writer taken aback by this, just awkwardly answers them and tries to ask them a question only for the tiny to continue asking questions. Eventually the tiny remembers that “Oh right… I’m not supposed to be seen…” and cautiously asks if the writer is upset with them and whether they will hurt them. The wrier assures them that they are mad and won’t hurt them and are honestly glad that their computer wasn’t hacked or there was a ghost or something. Also, how could the writer ever hurt their biggest…well smallest fan?

Maybe they build a friendship where the tiny helps the writer with ideas and getting over those writing hurdles. Hell, maybe the tiny even was inspired by the writer and tried writing their own story and shares it with the writer. Maybe the writer gains the confidence to share their stories online or even publish their work all because one little person loved their work. Perhaps the tiny, with the help of the writer, shares their own stories while hiding their identity as a tiny from everyone. So many possibilities! Just tiny little fans, forgetting they should probably focus on not being seen and not “What is Character’s favorite thing to do when they are bored?” Like sweetheart probably not the best time, but go for it.

#g/t #gt #gt idea #g/t idea #g/t ideas #g/t thoughts #g/t thought #g/t scenario #giant tiny #gianttiny #giant/tiny #Imagine having a tiny fan who loves your work and really wants to chat with you but you know...#that nervous 'omg famous person talking to me?!?!?!?!!?!?' moment? Make it 10x more wild #Oh yeah my fav artist is talking to me and they're a giant!!! The nerves would never end #But they still be cheering you on #all your tiny little fans in the wall who love to see you be creative #It's me I'm the little fan in your walls cheering you on #and so are all those who are to nervous to actually interact with the community #I see y'all and i get it #I was one of you too and you can stay hidden for as long as you like and if you wanna reveal yourself too thats cool too #Also also shout out to the writers #cause we love you all i promise #just some of us are a bit hidden #also i'm just dumb sometimes lol

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automeris-io-moth · 7 months

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Stains.

When the ringing on their ears subsided, and they were once more aware that they needed to breathe, the blood was still there. On their hands and their clothes, staining the white collar of their shirt, and embedded in the fibres of their wool sweater.

It would never wash off, they knew.

There was a sting too, right under where their fingernails rested, and they wondered where it had come from, they were never hurt that day, even when red painted their hands and stained all their clothes. Yet it hurt, it hurt in their arms, a sharp pain pulsating from where some droplets of blood emanated.

They didn't understand what ached.

“Stop love, stop,” a voice called softly, barely a whisper but told so near they could hear it loud and clear “you’re hurting yourself.”

Wide eyes with trembling pupils lifted to meet the other one person in the room with them, blurry with tears and barely focusing on the face of the one holding their arms by the wrists.

One hand shifted to grapes both hands with one of the other, allowing the other to travel to the trembling Hero’s face, wiping a tear, then, the blood from around their mouth.

“Oh my dear, dear love, what have they done to you?”

And Hero wanted to explain, they wanted to tell the stranger that it hadn’t been them, that they remember not what had happened to their team, what had happened to the generals and the high commanders. They knew not what they were doing there, stained in cold blood on the concrete floor of that place.

Nothing but a whimper left their mouth, and all that sounded well-thought and eloquent in their head, came as a cry out, as a mumbling of unintelligible words.

The stranger laid the Hero’s hands back to their lap, and lifted their face cupping it gently.

“Do you need help? Do you want my help?”

Defeated, Hero nodded. Snorting back their tears,

“Please.” their voice trembled.

“Then you shall have it love, my love.”

The wet sound of feet against the stained floors echoed across the then empty room. A hand entered their view, and from their knees, Hero looked up.

“Give me your hand,” the stranger said, “ I’ll take you somewhere safe.”

And with a grateful nod, Hero took it.

Villain was grateful, then, warmth filled their chest. They would never have had the heart to give Hero the serum, bit their own team had had it, and that made everything all the easier.

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