Peace
“You look beautiful.” The villain murmured, their lips light above the hero’s knuckles before letting go.
“You look hideous.”
It warranted a laugh from the villain, leaving the hero to wonder what was humorous in this situation.
“Shall we?” The villain extended a hand.
And in those fineries that the villain had prepared for them, the hero knew there was no other option than to take the hand, and to dance.
Dance they did, gliding across the floor in a beautiful grace, one might be breathless if they were actually watching.
But the hero knew that they weren’t watching, they were just there, dolls under the villain’s control.
“Do you have to have them here?”
“The other villains and heroes? Yes, I want them to see you.”
“But they don’t see me, not really, not when you’re in their heads.”
The villain made a humming sound, thinking of how best to phrase it.
“Think of it like a trance, they are there, they just can’t move.”
Ah, the hero was wrong. It just made the villain’s ability more horrifying, knowing that their friends were in there somewhere, trapped and waiting to get out, waiting for someone to save them.
And save them they would, the hero just needed to keep dancing.
So they let themselves be dipped, twirled, waltzed around while some lovely orchestra played some lovely song.
“Wouldn’t it be easier to do that to me?” The hero asked. “Rather than…” they couldn’t say it.
“Control the rest?” The villain could say it, of course they could. “I guess it would be. But I don’t want to, not to you. I respect you too much. I love you too much.”
“Don’t say that.”
The lovely song ended.
“What shall I say instead?”
“Say that you’ll let them go.” The hero pleaded. “Say that you’ll end it all.”
Another lovely song began, and the hero, somewhere in the back of their mind, wondered if the orchestra was also controlled by the villain, or if they were just paid handsomely.
The villain didn’t speak for a moment, they simply pulled the hero into another dance.
“I could have taken this whole city by storm.” They began. “I could have each and every civilian in my mind’s influence, and it would be painfully easy. Is that what I’m doing? No. I’m dancing with the person I want, in the place I want, surrounded by people we consider friends, the people who fight pointlessly. I want them to see that I could have stopped them all, that the fighting isn’t a choice so long as I’m here. The city’s greatest enemies in the same room together, and they have no choice but to listen. I’m not a villain, Hero.”
Ok, maybe the villain wasn’t doing the worst thing they could have been doing, but it didn’t make their methods anymore right. It didn’t make this right.
“And you think this is how you get it done? What’s next, world peace?”
“I don’t care about the rest of the world, I care about my corner, I care about this city.”
The second lovely song ended.
“Now what?”
“Now, there’s no more squabbling, they know that there will be consequences.” The villain shot the crowd of heroes and villains a look. “Now, I love how I like, and how I like is with you.”
The hero really didn’t know how to respond, so the villain continued.
“Do you remember fighting me? Back when I could only control one person at a time? The others,” they motioned to the heroes. “always had a group of four, for when I inevitably turned one against the rest. You came alone, you didn’t want to fight your own team, so you faced me by yourself. I knew I couldn’t control you then and there, I would never want to risk destroying the compassion and personality that I so rarely see in the others.”
The hero frowned. “The others have personality, compassion, kindness. That isn’t unique to me.”
In turn, the villain stared. “I’m in their heads, Hero. You shouldn’t lie to me on their behalf. I know the things they think, the anger they have, especially towards you.”
That made the hero step back. “Towards me?”
“They assumed I held my punches when it came to you. It didn’t matter if every other villain didn’t, because I did, and that was enough to earn their…hatred isn’t it, but it’s turning to hate now, as they see you with me, not stuck like them.”
“I didn’t ask you to let me go free.”
“Did you hear that?” The villain said, the message directed towards the frozen crowd, all the while still looking at the hero. “They didn’t ask for my affections, nor did they ask me to do this to you.”
The hero didn’t want to ask, but they wanted to know. “Do they still hate me?” And then another thought crossed their mind. “Or are you lying to me so that I’m swayed to your side?”
“There are no sides, Hero, that’s my whole point.”
They held out their hand for another dance, but the hero refused.
“Let them go, please.”
The villain cast a sweeping glance towards the crowd.
“And you will stay with me?”
“Yes.”
“Then it is as you wish.”
The crowd began to move again, some in marionette like movements, jerky and delayed, others more fluid, jumping back into the motion denied to them like an old friend.
But no one attacked each other, no one went towards the villain or the hero, no one dared to cross the one who could easily take control like that again.
“My gift to you, peace in the city. And now, we dance.”
The hero took the villain’s hand.
A third lovely song began.
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how do you get out of a bad writers block?? and what inspired u to get back into writing after ur hiatus?
Oof, I’m ngl that’s a bit of a difficult question for me to answer xmdkxkdnd for me at least, I wanted to write pretty much the entire time during my hiatus but I just couldn’t get my brain to function through the ✨ depression fog ✨ and even just opening up a word doc to force myself to write two sentences was extremely draining. My mental headspace just was not there. So what I did a lot of was read books.
I think I’ve read something like almost 60 books this year of different genres and topics - four out of five novels for the Court of Thorns and Roses series, Carrie by Stephen King, some old (really old xmxmdnd) Harlequin romance novels, a folk horror anthology, like six entries from the Anita Blake Vampire Hunter series, etc, etc - and that helped me get back into the mindset of creative thinking. I found inspiration in these works, ideas I wanted to explore, things that left me disappointed with their execution and wanting to do better, and I sort of relearned how to string a narrative together in the process. Then I started reading over some of my old WIPs. In some of them I saw real potential and was even occasionally surprised by my own writing abilities when juxtaposed against all those published novels I’ve read. I’d think to myself “oh, this actually isn’t half bad?” And that would make me want to finish that piece or rework it with things I’ve learned in the interim.
One of the very first things I wrote and completed was that Itto x reader x Gorou kinktober fic. I saw the prompt, had the inspiration and impulsively jotted everything down. When I was finished and I read it over I felt GOOD. Proud of myself for actually completing something from scratch. I thought “hey, maybe I could do another one of these” and then proceeded to write Scara’s (which I’m actually very proud of tbh cmdmxm) and from there it was really just a matter of keeping that momentum going. In particular I think writing them for myself at that point, thinking I might post them some day when I was feeling brave enough to come out of hiding and just enjoying the satisfaction of writing again in the meantime, was what really helped me find my confidence again. It kind of took some of the pressure off of having people perceive me and my work dmdmdmd and I was able to sort of let everything flow organically as a result without worrying about how terrible or messy it was. A lot of this was very spur of the moment and idk if it will actually help you anon but in my case these were the things that helped me kick my extremely uncooperative brain back into gear lol
So the TL;DR of it would probably be to read other stuff. Pay attention to what you like, what you don’t, what makes you excited, sad, horny, happy, grossed out, etc and basically expose yourself to different kinds of writing styles and topics. I’ve read some pretty terrible books over the last year and some amazing ones too, and each one taught me something, even if it was not to do a thing haha. When you revisit your own works approach it like it belongs to one of those other authors, look at it objectively and sort of remove yourself from the equation. I’d say a big part of getting over writers block is just tricking your brain out of it tbh. 🤣 Like I said idk if any of this is helpful but I believe in you, anon! I am cheering for you and I know we’ll get through this together!
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