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tragic-feline · 5 months
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If I posted a snippet of what I wrote for nanowrimo when I'm done editing it, would y'all be interested in reading that? I know I haven't posted in ages, because I've mostly been working on my poetry lol.
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tragic-feline · 8 months
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Note: Hi guys! Sooo I may have been gone for a um. Hot minute! But I'm here! (Does a little dance.) This is different from my usual stuff. But I think it should be entertaining. Or not. Either way, I'm back. So!! Yeah!! It's also totally raw. I did not edit it or revise it, so oopsies.
Cw: mention of mutilation, but it doesn't happen.
Prompt 5
"Don't bite anyone." The hero orders, glaring at their sidekick. The alarms in their base were blaring, and they were quickly suiting up. The hero carelessly grabbed at their cape, and swung it over their shoulders.
The sidekick scoffed as they slid their mask over their face. "It was an empty threat!" They retorted, looking into a mirror to ensure they looked fine. "You know I wouldn't actually do something like... that." The sidekick added on, growing quiet at the last word.
"You threatened mutilation. We don't do that." The hero spat, clenching their jaw as they watched the sidekick look into the mirror. They placed a firm hand on their sidekick's shoulder. They started walking towards the exit of the base, dragging their sidekick with them. "Come now, we have business to attend to."
"Fine. Whatever. But all I'm saying, is that I don't have these chompers for no reason. They could be useful!" The sidekick protests, squirming out of the hero's grip and walking behind them at a nimble pace.
The hero narrows their eyes, but they don't offer a proper response. The hero won't entertain that notion. They emerge from the base, and head directly towards the scene of the crime. Upon their arrival, they quickly notice the debris. And there's a lot of debris.
A building has collapsed, and people are screaming under the rubble. "Great." The hero deadpans, rolling their eyes. "This- this is just splendid." They say, throwing their hands to their sides. The hero takes a deep sigh, before shooting the sidekick a sideways look. "Get the people out of there. I'll talk to the authorities and figure out what happened."
The sidekick does a little salute. "Okie dokie." They reply, their tone of voice rather plain. Their sharp teeth are visible when they speak. The hero sighs.
"Can I trust that you won't worsen the situation?" The hero inquires exasperatedly, pinching the bridge of their nose and squeezing their eyes shut.
The sidekick's expression shifts to confusion. "How would I do that?" They question, brows furrowing in confusion.
The hero releases a bitter sigh. "You have your ways." They mumble, turning to speak with the authorities on the scene.
People can be heard screaming, their cries propelling the sidekick into action. They struggle to lift some of the debris, but they power through nonetheless. They trip on rubble, and cut themselves against glass shards from what used to be windows. But the sidekick ignores these setbacks as they pull people out from underneath broken bricks.
The screams die down as people are released, and brought to the safety of the pavement. The streets have been blocked off, for obvious reasons. Families are nestled together, comforting their children. Crying can be heard, but at least it's not screaming. The sidekick emerges from the rubble, leading the final man to safety. They walk slowly, to avoid causing him to stumble and fall.
The sidekick performed their task flawlessly. Once the man is led to safety, they scurry back to the hero. The hero is now checking their watch, looking at the time. "D'ya know what happened here?" The sidekick asks, glancing back at the people. "Was it the villain again? Ugh. I bet it was the villain." They add on, their expression of concern shifting to annoyance at the mere thought.
"Don't worry about it, I'll handle things." The hero says, with a dismissive wave of their hand. They don't even look at the sidekick. The sidekick is relieved that the hero doesn't seem upset with them anymore, at least. The hero then begins to walk off, expecting their sidekick to follow behind. Which, of course, they do. As per usual.
They get back to their base, and the hero immediately starts sifting through files. The sidekick peeks from behind them, looking on curiously. The hero motions for them to step back. The sidekick doesn't, though, still watching with intrigue.
"What do you want?" The hero asks, glancing up at the sidekick.
The sidekick takes a step back now, holding their hands behind their back. "I want to help." The sidekick says, looking down at the files sprawled across the hero's desk.
The hero sighs. "I don't need your help. Go do... whatever people your age do." The hero says, standing up and pointing at the door.
When the sidekick doesn't budge, the hero snaps. "I'm trying to actually get stuff done, and what are you doing? Hm? I'm under a lot of stress. That's not the first building to fall this week. Something big is afoot, and I don't need you interfering." They hiss, their tone of voice stern and unmoving. They aren't yelling, but it's intimidating nonetheless. Perhaps more-so.
"...Sometimes I wonder what the point is." The sidekick mutters, folding their arms across their chest and taking a few steps towards the large, metal door. They stop though, and look back at the hero. They open their mouth to say something else. But nothing comes to mind. The sidekick quickly shakes their head, and walks out the door.
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tragic-feline · 8 months
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HELP I HAVENT POSTED IN MONTHS YALL I SWEAR IM MAKING A COMEBACK SOON 🙏🙏
And I'm coming back with the found family trope in tow. MUAHAHAHA!!!!
Also, happy one year anniversary to this blog!
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tragic-feline · 1 year
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could you write someee angst/comfort? especially if whoever is doing the comfort is realizing the angst is there for the first time and gets so shocked and outraged over the the thing causing the angst (this is very vague but it’s a scenario i love a lot ajdjjsjf)
heheheheheeee
Cw: Poor eating habits (They eat, it's just that hero doesn't realize that pizza rolls are NOT a vitamin.), Implied lack of sleep, Overall neglect of self care
Promises
Hero fell backward with a pained groan, their back slammed against the brick wall of some sort of building. With a huff, Hero struggled to pull themselves back up from the crumpled position that they had fallen into. Villain stepped forward with a Cheshire grin spread across their face. 
“Aw, poor little hero. I really thought you would’ve put up more of a fight.” They teased, watching as the hero searched desperately for something to help them lift themselves back to their feet. After realizing that there was nothing near which would aid them, the hero gritted their teeth, glaring up at the villain through squinted eyes. 
“Stop mocking me.” The hero spat out, kicking the ground in an act of frustration. The villain crouched down to eye level with the hero, surrounded by an air of confidence. It was only then that they took note of just how greasy the hero’s hair was. The villain tilted their head ever so slightly. It didn't take long for them to notice the unusual pallor of the hero’s complexion.  
“Hero, you look ghastly.” The villain mumbled, taking a moment to scan the hero up and down. The hero frowned and turned their head to look away as they pulled their knees closer to their chest. The villain placed a firm hand on the hero’s shoulder, a myriad of thoughts crossed their mind. 
“I look fine, and I don't see the point of this.” The hero murmured, their tone was rife with agitation. The villain shook their head, they weren't to be taken as a fool. The villain was observant enough to know when something was wrong. 
“Tell me what’s wrong.” The villain demanded, feeling a tinge of guilt in their gut. The hero didn't respond. The villain placed their free hand on the hero’s other shoulder. “Hero.” Their voice had grown in intensity, while still maintaining the same soft volume. 
“I’m fine, genuinely.” The hero replied harshly. They jerked their body to the side in an attempt to shake the villain’s hands off of themself.
“Hero.” Repeated the villain as they slowly released the hero from their grasp.
The hero took a deep breath before answering. “I’ve just been busy as of late, I swear I’m fine.” They stammered, turning their head to look the villain in the eyes once more. 
“Too busy to do the bare minimum?” The villain gesticulated vaguely towards the hero, quickly growing in irritation. 
“No, I-” The hero wasn't the type to lie so easily. They paused to reconsider their statement. “I- I have been doing everything I should. I eat, I sleep, I-” Their eyes widened as they racked their mind desperately for something to say. 
The villain rose back to their feet and stared down at the hero. “What exactly do you eat?” They inquired with no response. “How much do you sleep?” The hero opened their mouth to say something in their defense, but nothing came out. “When was the last time you bathed?” 
The villain extended a hand toward the hero, offering to help them up. The hero took it with shame. “Why would you do this to yourself?” The villain asked, barely hiding their disbelief. The hero shrugged weakly.
“It’s not intentional, I just don't have much time to do anything these days.” They murmured, their voice shook ever so slightly. The villain released a long sigh. The hero could tell the criminal was growing irritated.
“Why would you even bother trying to fight in this condition? I hope that you realize that you're doing more harm than good for this city when it’s defender can't even stand up properly!” Snapped the villain, their emotions slowly taking over. The do-gooder didn't know what to say in response. 
“God hero, just say something!” The villain pleaded, being consumed by their concerns and overall frustration.
The hero folded their arms across their chest and clenched their jaw. “I’m sorry, okay? I’ll try to do better!”
“Will you actually try?” Challenged the villain, they raised a brow at the hero. The hero nodded anxiously in response. “And don't lie, because I swear I am incredibly close to snatching you up and taking you home with me.” The villain cautioned. 
“Yes, I swear!" The hero exclaimed, wishing to end the interaction. The villain let out a sigh pinched the bridge of their nose. They squeezed their eyes shut.
The hero stood patiently for a response, despite their urge to bolt off. "You better keep that promise, or else. I don't want you getting injured because of yourself." The villain finally demanded. Their gaze softened as they opened their eyes to look at the hero.
The crime fighter nodded solemnly, watching as the villain's hands fell back to their sides. "Take care, and I seriously mean it. I won't fight you until you're in solid condition." The voice of the villain was less harsh than previously.
"I will, I'll start right now. I swear it to you!" The hero clasped their hands together and held them to their chest. The hero looked over at the villain with determination.
The villain cleared their throat and stretched out their arms in a catlike manner before taking their first few steps away from the hero. "Good." The villain replied, barely above a murmur. They fully intended on guaranteeing the hero would keep their promise, one way or another.
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tragic-feline · 1 year
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Prompt 4
Cw: Hero takes pain meds that are pills, and there's a very brief mention of blood. Also there is violence.
Also, quick note: I wrote this in mere minutes and I'm posting it after skimming over it briefly. I am very sleepy. I'll just edit anything that needs to be edited later on I guess. But not now. it's like raw meat.
It was the middle of an intense battle with the villain, and hero was getting beaten badly. The hero had just been kicked in the face by the villain yet again, when suddenly from behind they heard a familiar voice shouting out.
"Come on [hero] you've got this!" Their new sidekick beamed, pumping their fists in the air with excitement. Sidekick was definitely late, that was for certain. However their sudden appearance spooked the villain.
"Who's kid is that?!" The villain shouted, staring at the sidekick with wide eyes. Sidekick offered a warm smile in return. The villain gripped hero's shirt with both hands, digging into the fabric. Hero was grinning, and their nose had started to bleed.
"I didn't make the kid, but it's definitely mine." The hero chuckled, causing the villain to jolt their head towards the hero. The villain studied the hero's face and then glanced back at the kid.
"Why is your kid here?! Why would you bring a kid to a rooftop fight?" The villain questioned, releasing their grip on the hero's shirt. The hero stumbled backwards and fell to the ground. They had a puzzled expression painted across their face.
"The kid was bored and I thought they could help out." Hero stated, as if it was an obvious answer. In a bit of a delayed reaction, sidekick quickly rushed to their caregiver's side and pulled out a small first aid kit.
"I'm very helpful." Sidekick nodded in agreement. The child pulled out a small box of pain medication and a water bottle. The villain was too shocked to do anything. The villain had never really given the personal lives of their enemies much thought before.
Sidekick handed hero a small pill and unscrewed the lid on the water bottle. The hero smiled lovingly at their kid, before quickly swallowing the pill. "Thank you, I appreciate you." Hero whispered with care. Their demeanor towards the child was a harsh contrast to how they were around the villain.
The villain didn't know how to respond to this. It was such an odd sight, perhaps this was some sort of weird dream? Well, whatever it was.. they weren't interested in upsetting this child. "Fine. You win. I don't want to beat you up in front of a kid." The villain grumbled, staring down at the hero. Their gaze was bitter.
Hero shot the villain a smug smile before getting up with the assistance of their sidekick.
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tragic-feline · 1 year
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Once i have the motivation I swear I'll write something very yummalicious for you all, I'm just dealing with school stuff again. 😭🙏 (And if I haven't done your request yet, I'm so sorry!! I'm slowly working thru them as I gain inspiration ^^)
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tragic-feline · 1 year
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I just want to say, prompt #3 killed me, but I have a proposal. What if the trope ended with Villain being alone in some warehouse or something, and just saying “But- wait. What do I do now?” And just them being stumped, bot knowing what to do with themself.
Eh? Eh? You picking up what I’m putting down?
-🍒
Time to put the tragic in tragic-feline MUAHAHAHA
Prompt 3 - part 2
Villain felt their heart sink as they watched the hero storm off for good. There was a flurry of emotions violently swirling within their stomach.
Part of them desperately wanted to chase after the hero, but they knew it would only make things worse. They didn't know how to feel. Is this good? Is this bad? What is even going on? it was difficult to comprehend the events that just played out before them.
The villain stood in the alleyway, frozen. Staring off at a brick wall in the distance. The street lamps flickered faintly as they heard cars speeding in the distance. The night felt empty, and the little things felt bigger.
There was no hero, not anymore. Only a villain. A villain who was so horrid they drove the hero away. Or at least that's what the villain thought. It was potentially the most brilliant thing the hero had ever done. Perhaps giving up was the key to ending the villain's criminal career all along.
The villain silently allowed themselves to collapse onto the ground, sitting still in the center of the dimly lit alleyway. The concrete below them was wet, It must've rained earlier in the day. The villain hadn't noticed until now, despite the recognizable scent of petrichor in the air.
Without the hero there to foil their plots and schemes, there wouldn't very much purpose in doing what they've always done. What were they to do with themselves now?
Absentmindedly, the villain slowly let their gaze fall to the ground. They felt as though what just happened couldn't have possibly have been real. This had to be some sort of bad dream, because they needed the hero.
They needed the hero more than they would've liked to admit, and the idea of losing the hero was almost unthinkable. Yet, here they were. They had exhausted the hero, and now they were alone. No more playful banter, no more schemes being ruined, and no more of those pleasant moments where they'd put their differences aside.
The villain was full of a deep and sorrowful kind of regret.
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tragic-feline · 1 year
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Uhhhhh i’m not the best at requests and im so sorry if this weird but teenage villain and hero in a highschool setting??? And hero knows about villain’s identity but the two of them are really good friends in civilian identities and hero doesn’t want to betray them so they just pretend like they don’t know anything and don’t arrest them???
(again i apologise for the vagueness, have a 🍫 in repayment)
🤎
THIS IS ACTUALLY SO CUTE OH MY GOODNESS 
Also I will gladly accept the chocolate, thank you very kindly!
I don’t know if this is exactly what you wanted, but I hope you still like it! 😭
Classmates
Hero and Villain were sitting across from eachother at lunch. The table they sat at daily was empty except for the two of them, which made sense. The pair didn't really mingle much with other students. After all, they were enough company for eachother.
"I think I'm going to skip fourth period, I'm not in the mood for bio." Villain announced, lazily picking at the salad inside of the small plastic container in front of them.
Hero released a small sigh in response. "Your attendance is already concerningly low, that's not very wise." They stated, gesticulating with a flimsy spork in the air.
In reality, the hero was more concerned for their own attendance. Every time the villain skipped a class it was to orchestrate some sort of scheme, which would lead to the hero having to skip class as well.
"Bah. I don't care about my attendance." Villain scoffed, finally taking a small bite of the salad they had been playing with for the past few minutes.
"Please dude, I'll owe you a favor." Hero pleaded, their eyes wide with concern.
Villain shook their head. "No, I want to go to the mall.” They explained, looking down at the leafy green heap inside of the container before them. They only packed the salad because their mother forced them to do so. 
"Nobody goes to the mall anymore." Hero rebutted, stabbing their spork into the foam tray in front of them. It left 4 miniature holes beside the dry chicken sandwich that hero didn't dare touch.
Villain cracked a small smile at the remark. "That’s why I want to go, genius." They chuckled, tilting their head at their obviously bothered friend.
"Can I bribe you to go to class?" Hero asked, looking up at Villain desperately as they dug in their pockets for their wallet.The villain looked a bit amused. "...How much?" They replied, half jokingly. Curious as to whether or not their friend was genuinely about to pay them to stay in school.
"A crisp ten dollar bill outta do it." Offered the hero as they slid a pristine bill towards the villain. The villain stared at it apprehensively before peering back up at their classmate. "make it fifteen and I'll stay."
"I don't have fifteen." Hero grumbled, hastily revoking their ten dollar bill and returning it to their wallet. The villain’s mouth contorted into a small frown as they watched their friend surrender with an expression of frustration.
"Why do you even care so much? It's not like we have class together next..." Mumbled Villain as they closed the lid to their salad and shoved it into their lunchbox. It was one of those older metal ones, Hero knew Villain must've stolen it from some sort of collector. Or perhaps they got it from a thrift store, Villain wasn't always committing crimes. The villain loved vintage things. 
Hero paused for a moment, trying to come up with a believable answer. There was absolutely no chance they’d be able to tell Villain the truth. “I- I just care because I'm your friend. Is that really that hard to believe?” Stammered Hero as they folded their hands on the table in front of them, hoping desperately that their beloved pal would believe them. 
“Ok, fine...” Groaned the villain theatrically. “But you owe me the ten for messing up my plans.” They declared, before quickly clarifying. “...My mall plans.” The hero nodded in understanding as a wave of relief washed over them. Their attendance was saved, or at least for now. Carefully, they brought out their wallet once more and pulled out the crisp ten dollar bill from previously. 
Abruptly, yet almost on cue, the bell that signaled the end of lunch was ringing from above. The pair rose from their seats and the villain followed the hero as they made their way over to the relatively large garbage bin in the center of the room. A swarm of chatter was slowly spilling out of the cafeteria, for students were returning to their classes. 
Hero tossed the untouched tray of food into the trash and looked at their closest friend. “Thank you.” Simpered the hero, triggering a puzzled expression on the other’s face. “What for? Taking your money?” The villain joshed. 
The hero merely shrugged and bid the villain farewell. The villain smiled awkwardly and did the same. 
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tragic-feline · 1 year
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hiya could i get a good ol hero/villain couple relaxing together after a long day? Helping with each others wounds, cuddling etc? <3
Home at last
Hero swung open the door lazily, they were instantly greeted by the smell of their partner's cooking embracing their surroundings.
"Home at last." The hero exasperated as they stumbled into the kitchen.
Hero leaned against the kitchen counter and watched as villain carefully chopped a few vegetables into precise slices. Villain was quite skilled with a knife, due to their occupation of choice.
"Welcome home dear!" Villain chimed with concentration, not taking their eyes off of the tomato in front of them. Hero glanced over toward the stovetop and noticed the frying pan quietly sizzling beside villain.
"What's this?" Inquired the hero excitedly, despite already knowing the answer. The villain looked up at Hero with a smile as they slid the tomato slices to the side using the knife.
"I'm making burgers!" Villain grinned, gesturing towards the frying pan. It's contents were 4 medium sized patties.
"Ah how wonderful!" Hero exclaimed, attempting to take a step forward before wincing in pain. Immediately, Hero fell back into their original spot.
Villain's eyes widened as they lowered the heat on the stovetop and hastily made their way to Hero. "Goodness me, what happened?" Asked villain as they kneeled down to inspect the hero's leg.
Hero and Villain shared a fairly small apartment with one another, two bedrooms and one bathroom. With a touch of eachother's personalities it created for quite the cozy atmosphere. Pillows were featured in every corner of the home, allowing for either one to collapse safely just about anywhere.
"I'm fine, it's just a.." Hero looked down at their leg with a puzzled expression. "Actually I'm not quite sure." Mumbled the hero sheepishly. Their uniform covered their entire body quite well, and Hero hadn't really put any thought into checking out the injury.
The villain carefully rolled up Hero's tights to their knee, carefully studying the hero's calf. "Well, there are certainly bruises." Villain mumbled before looking back up at the hero.
"I think it's a sprain. I'm not sure though. How does it feel when you walk?" the villain inquired, meeting eyes with the hero.
"Uhm.. It hurts I guess." Hero shrugged, not knowing how else to explain it. It was a good thing that the hero wasn't a healer, for they had never paid attention in health class when they were younger.
"I'm going to assume it's a sprain then." Villain sighed before returning the hero's suit to how it was and rising to their feet. "I'll go get you an ice pack, stay put so I can help you to the couch." Announced the villain as they turned to open the freezer door.
"No, no, I can walk there myself. Please don't burden yourself with my own troubles." Hero replied, using the countertops as a support as they attempted to exit the kitchen.
Villain turned around and gently placed a calloused hand on Hero's shoulder. "It would be no burden, my love. I just want to see you happy and healthy." Expressed the villain, watching as the worry in Hero's face morphed into a sense of reassurance.
Villain ushered Hero to the couch with care in each step, making sure not to hurt the hero any more. As Hero slowly allowed themselves to fall into the cushions, Villain pulled up the footrest for them.
"I'll finish dinner and grab that ice for you, you need to rest." Villain whispered as they carefully planted a soft kiss on their partner's cheek. Hero looked at the villain with loving eyes and a warm smile.
"I appreciate you." Hero declared as Villain stepped away from them.
"Anything for you." The villain replied, looking at the hero as they started towards the kitchen.
Shortly after this, the villain returned with an ice pack and a spare blanket. The care that the hero's former nemesis was now giving them melted the hero's heart. They felt so safe and cared for, which wasn't a feeling the hero was very used to. It was refreshing, and a beautiful feeling to finally be able to feel.
As soon as the villain finished cooking and constructing the burgers, they stepped out of the kitchen with two plates. One plate was in each hand, and Villain was managing it quite well. The villain was always proud of their balance, and the hero always admired it.
"Are you feeling any better?" Asked the villain with a warm smile. Villain slid a plate onto the hero's lap and gingerly took a seat beside them.
"You always make me feel better." Hero hummed with a goofy grin as they rested their head on their partner's shoulder.
"Of course I do." The villain teased as they allowed their own head to sit on top of the hero's.
The pair proceeded to spend the rest of the night surfing the TV channels for any sort of news that didn't seem to involve either of them. In the end they finally decided to settle for an old action movie that brought back nostalgia for each of them.
It was a pleasant night.
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tragic-feline · 1 year
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Tonight I gave Art Spiegelman the National Book Awards Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters. And we're both being banned. Some of you may think this is a good thing because you don't like my books or you don't care for Maus. But I guarantee that there are books you love on the banned lists too. That's why libraries and librarians fight for their rights to have all the books on the shelves and for your rights to read them. And it's why I support them.
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tragic-feline · 1 year
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This is a pretty basic request but since I’m such a sucker for the trope…maybe you could write something involving the villain trying to convince the hero to join their side? Maybe some flirting? It can be spicy if ya want it to be. Also, I love your writing! :)
Yippee!! First request!! Thank you!! :D I hope you like it. :)
The sweetest of dreams
The villain briskly dodged the hero's punch before pinning the hero on to one of the cold brick walls which lined the alleyway.
"I will only ask you one more time," Villain started as they looked deep into the hero's eyes.
"Why won't you join me? You've got nothing to lose from it." the villain urged as they leaned in closer on the hero.
"My dignity, my conscience, my soul, my reputation, I've got everything to lose." Scoffed Hero through clenched teeth. However, Villain was a stubborn sort. The villain released a small sigh before grabbing the hero by their upper arms and pulling them towards their chest.
"But you'd have money, and you'd have me." The villain gushed with a half hearted smile, their sharp features were highlighted by the dim yellow streetlights surrounding the pair.
"Why do you keep asking? You know what my answer will be every time." The hero frowned as they watched the villain purse their lips and look to the side. They knew that this was the face the villain made before saying something... peculiar.
"I keep asking because I'd love to have you by my side." The villain shot the hero a devilish grin as they watched the hero's eyes widen.
"In your dreams!" The hero stammered quickly, trying to respond before Villain could say anything to add on to their statement.
"Ah yes, I suppose I will dream of it. Sweet dreams of what we could be." The villain sighed sweetly as they spun around, still holding on to Hero's arms.
"Ok, fine, don't dream of it. No dreams!" The hero exclaimed as they wriggled out of the villain's grip and stumbled backwards.
"I know you think about it." Stated the villain with a sly smile. Their gaze was as sharp as a knife, yet as gentle as a dove. They watched as the hero smoothed out the wrinkles in their suit.
"No, I dont." Hero huffed frustratedly.
"But you do." Villain drawled. "I see the way your face contorts when I ask. You do most certainly think about it." Sang the villain as they circled the hero, never breaking eye contact.
It was true. Hero had pondered the notion from time to time, however never seriously. Right? It would be an easy life though. Unlike the hero, Villain was well off when it came to finances. But it's merely a thought. Nothing more. Right?
"And what if?" The hero mumbled apprehensively, peering at the villain through squinted eyes.
"What if?" The villain echoed in an amused manner, beckoning the hero to elaborate on this statement for their own satisfaction.
"What if I did think about it from time to time? It doesn't inherently mean I'll join you." Hero pointed out in a defensive manner, their voice ever so slightly raised above it's usual volume.
"It's a step in the right direction though. It's nice that you think of me. I'd love to consume your thoughts." The villain purred as they stepped towards the hero, hands resting by their sides.
"Well, why can't you join me?" Hero wondered aloud timidly.
"Because one side pays well and the other doesn't at all." Villain chuckled at their own joke, calloused fingers covering their mouth as they did so.
"But I'd love to partner up with you." The hero mumbled. It was so quiet that if Villain hadn't watched Hero's mouth move, the villain wouldn't have noticed it as all.
"Well, you know how to do that." The villain had a sincere smile, which was slowly becoming less of a rare sight with each encounter.
The villain pulled out their pocket watch with a smile and a fluid motion before shifting to an expression of mild shock "Ah, it's beginning to get late. I'd assume we're wrapped up here. Yes?"
"N-" Hero started, before being cut off by Villain.
"Good." The villain interrupted before stepping away from the hero, pausing silently for a moment.
"oh, and [Hero]?"
"Yes?"
"I lied. This isn't the last time I'm asking. I'll ask until you say yes. I'm quite persistent if I do say so myself." Villain shouted as they turned the corner and out of sight. The clicking of their boots fading away slowly the father they went.
That night under the one glowing moon and the numerous twinkling stars, both the hero and the villain dreamed of partnering up with one another.
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tragic-feline · 1 year
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pee pee :D
So true, what a poet. You truly do have such a way with words.
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tragic-feline · 1 year
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Ok so if you like hero x villain stuff plsplspls send me writing requests, I would deeply appreciate it and I am so desperately bored 😭 and I love writing hero x villain stuff.
(and just to clarify, im okay with spicy stuff but I don't want to write outright nsfw.)
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tragic-feline · 1 year
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Prompt #3
Villain bit their lip anxiously as they watched the hero storm off angrily mid-fight.
“Wait!” Villain called out in a desperate attempt to get the hero’s attention. They knew it likely wouldn’t work though. The hero had finally snapped. After years upon years of working their tail off for a thankless job, they were over it.
“Villain, I’m done.” Hero bit out as they hastily snapped around to face the villain, their teeth gritting against each other in frustration. Villain flinched, causing them to stumble backwards by a step. 
“You can’t just be done, there are people who need saving!” Villain cried out as they gestured vaguely around them. There was nobody there though. Just the concept of people, a desperate villain, and a bitter hero. 
“Fine. You save them.” Hero growled as they turned their back on the villain once more. “I’m so tired, do you realize how exhausting this job is?” Hero sighed as they halted. 
“And I’m not exhausted? I have to make elaborate plans and then get my ass beat.” Villain huffed as they folded their arms across their chest.
“Well then maybe this is for the best. You won’t be getting your ass beat anymore, and I won't be stuck in this endless loop of doing the ass beating.” 
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tragic-feline · 2 years
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el oh el, sorry I haven't been writing since like.. last week or whatever. homework is a pain. ill be back shortly, just gotta keep my straight As so my parents are proud of me or whatever. 🤷
...maybe I can convince them to get me a little reward if I do really well..... like a doll. I collect dolls.
SPEAKING OF WHICH TODAY I GET TO HAVE MY DAVID BOWIE BARBIE!!! (my mom was gonna save it for xmas but she decided I could have it early harharhar)
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tragic-feline · 2 years
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Prompt #2
(Cw: Mentions of death, implied kidnapping, chains (???) Lemme know if I missed anything pretty please. )
"I deeply apologize, It was either this or I'd have to execute you." Villain sighed as they locked eyes with the visibly annoyed hero, who was actively chained up next to the villain's throne. The hero looked so delicate compared to the heavy iron chains that restrained them.
"I'd much rather you kill me, personally.” deadpanned the hero, who was gently swinging the chains around them. They were met with an odd silence in response. “I'd like a flashy death if you could do me such a kindness. Perhaps behead me." Hero suggested half-jokingly as they turned their view away from the villain.
After another few moments of silence, villain finally spoke up.“But that would be too easy for the both of us, now wouldn't it?”
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tragic-feline · 2 years
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Prompt #1
(Cw: Almost death, but no actual dying. Murder-y themes BAHAHA)
The hero watched in horror as they witnessed the villain writhe in agony on the ground.
"what did you do?" They whispered delicately as their voice shook. They looked up at their mentor who was looming above the dying criminal with disgust in their eyes.
"I did your job for you." Superhero shrugged nonchalantly in response. Hero fell to their knees and placed a hand on villain’s cheek. The villain looked pale, and if they hadn't been taking hitched, shallow breaths hero would've assumed villain was already dead.
“You're a monster.” Hero hissed as they looked up at superhero, carefully pulling villain into their arms. 
“We’re heroes” superhero chuckled dryly as they turned to walk away.
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