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thepenultimateword · 3 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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ashiristic · 1 year
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Hello again, friend! Welcome back! Hope you are doing well, I'm here to attack you with some request ^^✨ Please don't feel pressured to answer your asks, take your time ‼️
Hero is a stoic, reserved and cold kind of person. Whilst Villain is a flirty, seductive and observant person.
Like when they were fighting at their usual battleground, Villain can't get enough of flirting with their attractive hero. Villain said something that made Hero blush and stutter and Villain just finds it cute and teases them about it.
Fluff supremacy obvii 🙄💅����💅🏼🛐
And here, 🍳🥓🥛 bacon eggs and milk and a personal chef 🧑‍🍳 have a lovely day, take care and stay safe ‼️✨
cw. suggestive af
“Oh? Isn’t it obvious that I want you to tie me up and do me in bed?” the villain said so flippantly, their eyes curling up like a crescent moon; hoping it could at least make the hero’s haughty demeanor move. And it did. It moved their nemesis’ entire body so badly, they saw how the hero’s shoulder flinched, and their cheeks reddened out of the blue. They could see it despite the hero not facing them. 
A smirk formed on their lips, so this is how the so-called stoic hero reacts when the villain acts shamelessly. The villain crossed their arms, placing their hand on their cheeks; watching the hero’s rigid and stupefied reaction from their words. How many centuries have they tried to make the villain blush, but all they got was a scowl or an icy glare? If they knew the hero wanted to push them in the bed, then they would’ve probably done it a million years ago. Daily.
“Hero, don’t tell me,” the villain paused, acting surprised and betrayed and dramatically putting their palm on their mouth.
“It's not what you think-“ the hero began to explain, but another flirtatious remark from the villain interrupted their explanation.
“You think of me in that kind of way?” they emphasized the kind of way with how they bat their lashes to create a tremendous impact on the hero’s internal struggle. And they successfully did, without batting an eye. The icy scowl is replaced with a blank look with reddened cheeks. They look drunk rather than embarrassed. The villain’s grin became wider, their eyes scrutinizing every effect of their words at the hero. How adorable.
The hero blinked away from their drunken stupor, preparing another explanation to save their face and weakness from the villain. But the villain, as always, didn’t let the hero do it as they stepped forward to be one step away from the hero’s lips. A sweetly one step closer for their lips to touch, but the villain inclined their face on the side; not giving a chance for the hero to capture their lips and eat them whole.
There’ll be no fun if they do that. Because the way the hero's breath hitch as their lips drew close and how their heart beats fast near the villain is entertaining. They want the hero to wonder and hold themselves back until they cannot do it anymore; teasing them until they can’t get enough of this sweet torture from the villain. Just thinking about it is enough to the villain’s adrenaline surge inside their veins, licking their lips in amusement.
“Villain,” the hero said through gritted teeth, their nails digging deep into the flesh of their palms. “What are you trying to do?” 
“Oh?” the villain said through their innocent eyes, but their hands wandered on the hero’s shoulder to their neck, then finally their cheeks. The hero grabbed their wrists, eyes darkening as their precious secret gradually comes free from their repression. The villain is playing such a treacherous game with no way out, but here they are; playing until they find out the ending.
“Don't try,” the hero hissed, danger looming in their voice.
“Instead of saying that,” the villain cocked their head, voice full of challenge, “Say, try me.”
That is all what it takes for the hero to capture the villain’s lips.
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I mean- I am into fluff and y'know when I wrote this I thought it was going to fluffy and stuff- hey! its not me who wrote this haha- I am just writing what the characters wants to do and- hahaha
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wisebeth · 1 month
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One thing which genuinely bothers me is Annabeth's perception in the fandom. How she's seen as this cold, stoic, emotionless, reserved and intimidating girl. When in reality, she's a character full of love.
Annabeth, who immediately cried and felt attached to Cerberus after playing with him for a few minutes because she wouldn't get to play with him again.
Annabeth, whose deepest desire, which the Sirens lured her with, is saving Luke and having a good relationship with both her parents.
Annabeth, who believed in Luke's goodness, even after all the countless terrible things he did simply because she had faith in his humanity.
Annabeth, who cried in Percy's arms before entering the labyrinth and refused to reveal the last line of the prophecy because it said to lose a love worse than death and the idea of losing any of her friends is too painful, heartbreaking and worse than dying.
Annabeth, who kissed Percy before parting with him in St. Helens because if he's going to die, she at least wants him to die knowing she loved him.
Annabeth, who took a poisoned knife for Percy during the war because she'd rather die herself than let him die.
Annabeth, who convinced Luke to switch sides by reminding him of the promise of family he gave her. Which in turn, influenced Luke's decision to end himself to destroy Kronos. Hello, she saved the world with the power of love.
Annabeth, who spent months after months losing sleep and searching desperately for Percy when he went missing.
Annabeth, who kissed Percy to eternity in public at their reunion, not caring what anyone is going to say or think. An asteroid could've hit the earth, and she wouldn't have cared.
Annabeth, who told Percy “I love you” when falling in Tartarus because if she was going to die, she wanted them to be her last words.
Annabeth Chase is a sweetheart, who has always felt things deeply and she's so full of love. And I think it's time we let go of the “cold-hearted annabeth” headcanon because it's not true, that's not her.
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yendts · 2 months
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defeating gaea with the power of friendship
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niekiddo · 2 months
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Now I think I know What you tried to say to me How you suffered for your sanity And how you tried to set them free They would not listen, they're not listening still Perhaps they never will
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melonbite · 1 year
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girls day out
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aquapede · 3 months
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the voices in some god's head
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swanpyart · 4 months
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Some designs for the Voices! Since the Long Quiet is a bird man, here's a bunch of bird men
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bubblybloob · 3 months
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Skeptic wants no part in this.
I don’t know if this meme has a name, but I felt like doing it with the voices. I think it’s funny how you can literally see how I draw them change slightly over the course of the drawings, the hands especially.
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(i know it’s “heart, lungs, liver, nerves”, i just drew that after i first ever saw it and i. forgor)
some rough doodles for stp!! new hyperfixation, i love Doomed Yuri The Game:]
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amaranthdahlia · 3 months
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sonjalikestodraw · 4 months
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Tbh I just need y'all to see my drawing of Spectre trimming Slayer's nails for 'em. I'm stupid happy with the Voices' narration "boxes". Lil shield is Hero, and Cold is bent in a smile with icicles.
Narrator is disgusted with this use of the Pristine Blade, ofc
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ashiristic · 1 year
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hi hi hiii! can i request a swordfighting scene between villain and their sidekick? anything else is up to you <3
 CW. Blood
“You are the hero's comrade.” the villain sneered, pointing the edge of the blade against the sidekick's neck. The sword was imbued in a bloody red aura, cracking after it grazed the sidekick's skin; whose blood trickled down without the wound healing. The villain's gaze darkened by the sight of the blood, cutting the wound deeper while ignoring the winces leaving the sidekick's throat. They wanted this person's cut off, but wouldn't it make the hero sad?
 
They raised their sword, preparing the blade to cut the sidekick's neck with graceful control and precision. But before their blade reaches the sidekick's skin, a shimmering yellow aura halts them, knocking the blade out of the villain's hand. The hero came to save the day, kicking the sidekick away from their enemy's reach, and slashing strands of the villain's hair. Their blade was close to cutting their enemy's neck, but crimson red energy halted their sword. All they could do was grit their teeth in annoyance, pulling away their swords and swinging on the other side of the villain's neck.
 
But this time, the villain created a vicious crimson sword with black and red edges fighting in dominance; in which, defending the hero's second attack. “Long time no see, hero,” they snickered, their black robes swinging with the breeze while dodging the hero's impending attacks. Their swords clashed together at a speed no human could see, and despite having power— the sidekick could only grit their teeth for not being able to watch them fight. Even if they try to help the hero, they'll die in a single incision, without mercy.
 
The fight never ends as the dust continues to cloud around them, their powers fighting in a lightning strike for every clash of their blades.  Gold and crimson dance inside the globe of dust, and it is clear none of them desires to give up. The sidekick watched the fight , waiting for the hero to come out with the villain's head in their hand. The swords meeting together finally come to an end, then the globe of dust fades.
 
The villain's sword breaks into pieces, but recreates again with a single snap of their finger. Their hero, yet, only wiped their sweat and raised their hand— pulling the invisible thread they tied around the villain— their nemesis came flying in front of them, kneeling like an obedient dog with a leash on their neck.
 
“Fascinating,” the villain said, dropping their sword on the ground and dissipating into the air. “I never knew you had such a playful trick,”
 
“Of course, you knew.” the hero stared at the villain's grin, but why does the sidekick feel betrayed rather than excited? The hero has the villain's life on their hand, this is worth celebrating! They stood up but fell on the ground as if they were limp. Confusion played on their faces, they were about to shout for the hero's help but stopped when no sound came
 
out of their mouth.
 
What the hell is happening?
 
“You tried to kill my sidekick.” they ran their thumb on the villain's lips, gazing at their villain like how a lover would stare at each other. “And you've fallen in love with my thread like a dog feeling a sense of belonging, how could I not suspect that you want to experience it again?”
 
Those words sent heat down on the villain’s body, acting like this is indeed worth it if the hero is going to treat them in this way. They intentionally covered the sidekick’s presence, even if the hero is well aware their comrade is watching with an open eye. Both chose to ignore the surprised sidekick, covering their eyesight with fog for them to stop peeping. The hero gave a side way glance on their helpless sidekick staring in nowhere, then returned their gaze at the villain on their knees.
 
“What experience?” the villain asked, batting their eyelashes as a faint breath escaped their lips after the hero pulled the thread up— blood trickled on the golden thread, grazing the villain's skin like a scalpel. Rather than wincing on the pain, a leer draws on their lips, gazing at the hero with hazy eyes. They reached at their neck, feeling the dull thread on their neck and the blood decorated on it. “Oh this?”
 
“… Exactly,” the hero muttered under their breath, their aloof gaze unalterable, though there was a faint blush flushing on their ears that the villain noticed. The villain cocked their head, extending their hand to stroke the blood on the hero’s cheeks, down to their lips. A smile ran on their lips, staring at their hero with daring eyes. They stopped their hand on the hero’s chest, clutching it, and ripping it apart, revealing the fresh wound they marked yesterday. The fresh wound scarred into the villain’s initials, their eyes flashing red when the blood on their hand marks it again.
 
“I wonder who is the real dog right now,”
 
“For such a cute little kitten to want a leash, you are really daring.” the hero breathed out, “I may be your loyal servant, but it doesn’t mean that I can’t tie you up in a bed.”
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Well, this one was a really fun piece! One of the 2022 last pieces before 2023!
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toon-topaz · 29 days
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You think you are numb but you are hopeless and paranoid
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rorah · 5 months
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Byleth stealing in Dimitri's cloak is one of my favorite generes 🫶
Bylad and Bylass are now outdated from now on they will be knows as: Billy and Bylie and I love them💖
I must confess that i am a Twinleths truther 🫶💦 (sometimes?? lol i just love them)
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forgottensoulsart · 2 months
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A lack of empathy does not mean a lack of sympathy.
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I think about this exchange from the Burning Grey route a lot. It always felt very tender to me.
Feat. @artificial-radiance's Hero design because shit goes hard.
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