#my villain in my current story

[happypeachsludgeflower]

I plop down at my computer screen with a fresh mug of tea and say enthusiastically, “I’m going to get so much work done on my WIP!” I open said WIP and begin adding a few notes before recalling the SVSSS prompt I thought up the night before.

“Oh, I’ll just jot a short paragraph for that real quick in my MXTX folder. Won’t take, but a second!!” I hum quietly to myself as I open a new document and start writing. The cats watch on in judgmental silence.

I type a quick paragraph, but I have more ideas swirling around my head. I should write them down right now, I think, or I’ll forget them and they’ll be lost to the wasteland of time which would be sad.

It won’t take long, I reassure myself.

So I type another, and another.

Soon, a beautiful plot summary in unraveling before my eyes and I am three pages deep in single spaced, 12 Times New Roman font. I have ten tabs open for various research purposes. I have drunk my cup of tea, made another, and drunk that too.

Startlingly, my alarm goes off. I glance at the clock.

It is time for bed. It has been three hours.

#and that would be the story of how I have 70+ mxtx fanfic plots written in the short span of four months and just about nothing else #we don’t talk about the exact number of detailed fanfic plots I’ve produced since discovering tgcf #we only beat around bushels of numbers #I’m not kidding when I say mxtx ruined my life #mxtx fandom #mxtx novels #mxtx #mxtx characters #mxtx fanfic #mxtx hell #mxtx svsss #svsss au #svsss #svsss fanfiction #svsss fic #scumbag system #svsss shitpost #star trek #wip #current wip #fanfics #fanfiction #scum villain #scum villain self saving system #scum villain's self saving system #scum villans self saving system #scum villian self saving system #scumbag self saving system #scumbag villain #fanfic problems

[whump-a-la-mode]

Caretaking From The Enemy: Part 2

Part One

Eventually, Whumpee screws up, just like they always knew they would. They make their captors upset. They lash out, or attempt escape, or both, and they wind up staring down several pairs of furious eyes.

They expect to be whipped, to be beat, to be tortured for all they could stand. Instead, the leader of the enemy states:

“We’ll need to keep a closer eye on you, huh?”

And Whumpee is escorted back to their room. Their captors have started calling it a room, now, not a cell. That still feels weird

They can’t sleep. Whumpee spends the rest of the night staring at the ceiling, feeling their heartbeat in their temples.

The next day, the leader of the enemy team enters their room. They’re holding something. Whumpee scrambles backwards-- What is it? A knife? A taser? A whip? Something worse?

Rather, it’s some sort of wrist cuff. Not handcuffs, there’s only the singular cuff, broad and metal.

“Hey, Whumpee.” Why is the leader smiling? Are they smiling about what they’re about to do? But what could they do with something as innocent as a ring of metal?

Stepping slowly forwards, team leader reaches out with the cuff, snapping it around Whumpee’s wrist

“There we go.” They smile again.

Whumpee feels near to fainting. What is it? When is it going to start hurting?

“Relax. It’s just a tracker, in case you go anywhere. Now, are you coming to breakfast or not? We made pancakes!”

#whump #whumpblr #whump community #whumpee #caretaker #hero villain whump #villain whumper #ive been really enjoying making these bullet point style stories #given my current schedule writing longer form things is borderline impossible #so this is great #its so much more managable

[kaymarie-bell]

TWST JP September Schedule

Early:

Lost in the Book with Stitch event (cont.)

Main Story, Book 7 Chapter 5 release

Mid:

Jamil's Birthday Campaign

NRC Masterchef (Leona & Epel)

Late:

Ace's Birthday Campaign

Glorious Masquerade event rerun [New SSR: Rollo]

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst jp #pardon me what the fuck- #a new SSR of WHOMST??? #f in the chat for the RSA students lmfao #I guess you only get card privileges when you're based on a villain #also MAIN STORY MAIN STORY MAIN STORY- #interrupting my On* Piec* live action marathon to bring the schedule #(currently on episode 3 and I'm loving it so far if you care) #kay shouts into the void

[p2ii]

redemption arcs where instead of the character having to do through the arc with the person they wronged and have the end goal be forgiveness they go through the arc with a completely different character that has no involvement in the main conflict with the goal being self improvement>>>

#feel it opens up alot more character exploration possibilities with the character being 'redemed' where you can explore their end of the #conflict (which tends to be less focused on as the actual conflict in relation to whoever they wronged is what happens in-story) without it #being 'apologism' #and the arc is more about self improvement than forgiveness/fitting the main characters status quo #it also feels alot more fair on the one who suffered from the conflict because to be able to say 'this person needs help but I can't give i #to them' is rlly good #obviously there are times where both characters SHOULD work together for overcome the conflict in question. but with the common/popular #structure of redemption arcs rn (I blame zuko personally) we need more variety #I'm growing to love this trope it's rlly fun #esp if your're a fan of rarepairs/are more interested in the villains pov #current examples floating in my brain: atlas/denkou. 0124ji. morro/echo (but as a long term citrusshipper...when am I not thinking about #them? XP)

[cocoabubbelle-newblog]

My personal opinion

Spoilers

Marvel Writers: Hank McCoy/Beast is irredeemable. He is a despicable villain. The version you will see in the upcoming comics is a clone of himself with only up to his mid-1980s memories/portrayal. If original Beast does come back, it will still be as a villain and he can never come back to the original team as a hero. He has no one to blame but himself.

#xmen #x men spoilers #justice for hank mccoy #justice for beast #justice for moira mactaggert #and don’t get me started on professor charles xavier #is he sketchy as heck? #yes #does it make sense for him to butt heads with his own students as they grow into their own? yes #does it make sense that he kills rachel summers and that apparently the idea and goal for the x-men wasn’t his original idea after all #marvel comics will tell you yes #this is why i like aus #current comic storyline and character journeys exhaust me in a bad way #hank mccoy #the beast #moira mactaggert #charles xavier #professor x #professor xavier #spoilers #just my opinion #but #i consider the krakoa arc to be one of the worst arcs to happen for the X-Men and Marvel in general #i also roll my eyes whenever marvel and dc comics insist on a current change/retcon being officially PERMANENT and unchangeable #because that’s when you know they are being so stubborn to make the changed thing work #but wind up limiting themselves in terms of smooth story arcs and character growth #friendly reminder that them flip flopping over Jean Grey’s actions and death resulted in the most memorable and iconic introductions to #The Phoenix Force #which then has been a significant part of her character for the rest of her existence for both good and bad? #also why make the most mutant-looking guy of the original five into the most irredeemable villain who gets no redemption? 🤔

[chaotic-neutral-knitter]

does jesus christ superstar count as rpf

#currently my villain origin story is that my phone keeps trying to capitalize jesus christ #jcs liveblogging

[solarpunkani]

Out of queue and definitely rambly but MAN

Ok last reblog (I’m on mobile so too lazy to add links) mentioned Solarpunk being more about settling down in a location whereas Lunarpunk is more nomadic and traveling on the water and such and

I

Got

A

Image in my head

Of a romance story. Or coming of age. Or both?

Of someone living in a solarpunk community along the shore, and someone living in a lunarpunk ocean nomadic community that stops by that shore and stays for a few days/weeks every time they come around. There’s always gardens and extra seats kept in storage for when they come around, warm beds to stay in, etc.

And these two people over time become close friends and maybe even fall for each other? But on top of the song and dance of ‘do I tell them, how to tell them, etc’ they have to also grapple with the fact that one of them stays put and the other is nomadic and their group only swings by once or twice a year on average (for a few weeks each but still)

And they gotta decide (once they finally confess to each other) what they’re gonna do. One person would miss home if they left with the nomads and their family and friends, and one person would miss traveling the seas and THEIR friends and family if they stayed put.

Idk if the solution would be to stay some years and travel others or what but thats ‘not 3am Ani’ to consider

Idk if this makes sense idk if this’ll seem like a good story idea and I SUCK ASS At writing romances (or having them hahaha *crying sounds*) but like

Yeah thats my braincell rn

#ani rambles #out of queue #story ideas #see this is fun because like #i feel like when I write stories there needs to be conflict #and in my current ones its ‘superheroes and villains and govt’ or ‘evil gods’ or ‘rebellion vs govt’ #(which I haven’t even started writing that one because I am NOT the kind of person who could depict a rebellion well) #even my solarpunk zombie story is a uh. zombie apocalypse story. #but I also always feel a twinge of guilt having Big Problems in solarpunk stories since they feel like they’re supposed to be. utopian???? #or not utopian but not the kind of stuff i usually do #corrupt govt? in solarpunk society? thats a nono #but going the fantasy route feels like its no longer solarpunk. to me. when I do it speficically #but i guess a SMALLER scale but still major CHARACTER conflict would work in a solarpunk story #idk maybe I’ll host a discussion on the aesthetic week channel about conflict and scale in solarpunk stories but for now #thats an ani ramble bye

[whack-patty]

Accidentally drew these three next to each other on a page and realized skid and pump would be the only people ever guaranteed to survive an encounter with him

#option a) do like i did with syd and snorp and make an oc to torment the canon characters of this fandom with #option b) cross them over with my current story and make them deal with This Guy #ao wouldnt survive his encounter with THEM tbh #they have a winning streak of being involved with villains deaths #even (and especially) after the villain is already dead #which. fits. for this man #my art lol #whack patty's pats #aoban #the outhouse #spooky month #skid and pump

[metvmorqhoses]

It's funny that they decided to cut out all the romance from the books and add a choking scene so that people would stop ship darklina, but it didn't work because they probably didn't know that darklinas don’t mind chocking kink according some fics

Find yourself a man who can do both

#honestly anon I don’t understand what’s the current woke issue with choking villains #even for house of the dragon everyone was shocked and outraged #like my sisters in christ the dudes literally cut people in half #i would never put chocking beyond them #i actually demand it of them lol wtf #the darkling #darklina #i now this was provocative but i want to make it fun for a change #shadow and bone #shadow and bone s2 #the credit of the gifs goes to the makers #djandthesix #and helloinej #anon #asks/replies #one and one thousand stories lis told

[paintsplash1712]

Any other artists look back on their work and are shocked when they make a good design? Because that's me right now and I genuinely thought for a moment I hadn't made this!

And I'm not even finished!

#This is my design for my version of the goddess Selene #its for my Zodiac story #she's the main villain and Sebastian's mother #so I was inspired by Mother Gothel #OMG I LOVE HER DESIGN SO FAR #how?! #art #art wip #current wip #zodiac #zodiac ocs #zodiac story #selene #greek mythology

[blood-mocha-latte]

always thought when i was younger that Grown Up money should go towards things like cool cars or gadgets or whatever. wrong it is funneled aggressively into the Bigger Bed campaign

#rie talks #we currently have a twin and boy. this is my villain origin story #i am sleeping directly On Top Of my wife and she’s bony as shit i’m gonna get impaled on an elbow

[fbpanimations]

i keep accidentally making villains who quickly lose their evilness during development due to their only motive being some fucked up shit happening to them and the only thing keeping them a villain is their crimes that are now forced by the original plot

#mostly talking abt the villain in an osc oc story im currently making. although it still works there so its not too bad #gives them more depth when they dont actually wanna be a villain :] #in general though i mainly do this w warrior cats ocs that i only flesh out in my mind #tldr if the villain has a motive i cannot keep them a villain #(hence why test tube remains one in wilo lmfao) #me when the tags say more than the post woopsies💀

[hel-phoenyx]

So close to create another killing-game based universe for me myself and I just so I can write from the mastermind's POV

#hel is talking #hel stories #I mean you know me and my fascination for villains #I am technically currently doing that with BdP but that's different since the mm is unwilling #I want a willing mastermind #and I want to still be able to write plot twists

[auratusaria]

Prompt No. 20

CW: Implied imprisonment with cult organization

He had been living there for as long as he can remember.

Cared for and taught by a group of people calling themselves his guardians. Powers he was born with and worshipped by. He has no recollection of his parents nor his past, called by a title instead of a name. He never understood anything and let everything happen.

Once, he saw a picture of a child with one of his guardians, the child had a wide smile while holding a lollipop in one hand. Another guardian snatched the photo from him, said he's far too above them to view such a lowly sight.

Ever since then, he always wondered why he's so different to other children, why he has to spend his life hold up in a mansion of nothing but books and teachings he never understood nor people who never seemed to truly care.

But not anymore.

"Ugh, if we're late I'm blaming you, lil bro! Always oversleeping!" His older sister stomped ahead, rushing to the car while tying her hair up in a messy ponytail.

4 years ago, a team of heroes infiltrated the place he once lived in. Rescuing other captives and capturing his so called guardians. It was then when she took him in as a little brother.

"We're still 10 minutes ahead of schedule at least." His older brother let out a small chuckle as he handed him a red lollipop.

The three of them went inside the car, his sister was the driver this time and his brother sat beside her while he sat on his own at the back. It was a quiet drive until they hit the first red light. His sister looked out the window and pouted.

"It sure is sunny today, guess the weather report wasn't all that accurate, which is good. It's so annoying fighting in the rain. My costume sticks to my skin and it's just icky!"

"But don't you like it when you're fighting Villain in the rain anyway? They get so distracted and flustered." His brother laughed a bit, "And he always become a whiny mess before leaving for your fights."

His newfound family may appear normal to the public, but behind it all, his sister is the hero of the city and his brother as a henchman of her nemesis.

"Hehe... That's true." Her lips curled into a smug smirk, finally continuing the drive once more as the light turned green. "They're just so cute when flustered!"

He took off the candy's wrapper and brought it to his mouth, glancing at the window to gaze at the clear blue sky. He made a sweeping gesture of the hand that once held the lollipop's stick before leaning back on the seat's plush.

Taking one last glance at the dark clouds gathering on the sky before closing his eyes for a quick nap. It seems like it'll rain after all.

#writeblr #hero x villain #villain x hero #heroes and villains #henchman & hero #my writing #prompt #story prompt #long prompt #found family #hero with siblings! #one adopted and quite possibly stronger than her but thats fiiine #tw implied cult #tw cult mention #needless to say im not that good at warnings so #dont be afraid to tell me if i missed anything whenever i do these cw/tw! #did yall spot the ref im currently going insane with the game i just finished

[chaotic-orphan]

Bad Superhero, part 2:

Read part one here

*~*~*~*~*

Mr Achates dragged Civilian through the trees, mind in a flurry, branches snapping beneath them in a rush. When they got to Mr Achates cottage, Banjo was sleeping at the door, his head raising slightly and tilting.

“Good boy, Banjo,” Mr Achates said as the collie stretched and let out a whining yawn before walking over to Civilian and nudging his head against Civilian’s hand.

“Hi Banjo,” Civilian whispered, their voice so far away. Seeing their body in third person. Mr Achates opened the door for them and led Civilian to their small kitchen, pulling a chair out from the table and clearing a space on the table.

“I’m sorry about the mess,” said Mr Achates and Civilian just looked at them, trying for a smile and not even managing to turn their lips up for him.

“Don’t be,” said Civilian.

Mr Achates nodded stiffly, and rubbed their hands together in front of them. “Right so, tea?”

“Please.”

Civilian heard the kettle turn on and start to boil, their eyes unfixed and unfocused on nothing in particular, fingers casually scratching Banjo behind his ear. A steaming mug was set in front of them, and Civilian blinked, sitting back in their chair and looking at Mr Achates as he sat on a chair in front of them. A tray of biscuits on the table between them.

The thought of eating made Civilian gag. Their house was probably still burning and here they were drinking tea with their neighbour and his dog.

Their legs were moving before they registered it, and Mr Achates was there blocking them. “Hey kid?”

“I have to go… I have to kill Superhero. I have to go, I should be… I should be burning I should be with them.”

“I can’t let you walk out there.”

Civilian’s eyes were wide as a child’s as they looked up at Mr Achates, tears streaming down their spot caked face. “Please.”

“If you go out there now, you’ll die and Superhero will never pay for what they’ve done to your family. All they’ve taken from you. If you leave now I won’t stop you, but you’ll be giving Superhero exactly what they want.”

Civilian hiccuped a sob, wrapping their arms around their waist as their legs went from under them. Mr Achates caught them and the pair sunk to the ground together, Mr Achates running their hand through Civilian’s hair soothingly.

“I promise they’ll pay, Civilian. I promise. We just need to be smart about this, okay?”

Civilian nodded, another sob tearing itself from their chest. Snot and tears wetting Mr Achates shirt, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“You’ll stay with me, and Banjo. I know we’re not much, but we’ll be like family. One made by unfortunate circumstances but hey, you kids were basically like mine anyways with how much I caught you over here. I’ll train you. Make you stronger. Strong enough to beat the best.”

Civilian shook their head, pulling back from Mr Achates, a fire burning in their eyes. “Not strong enough to beat the best,” Civilian said, voice raw. “Strong enough to kill the best. I want them destroyed.”

Mr Achates smiled. “You got it, kiddo. How bout we get off the floor?”

Civilian smiled, wiping their nose with their sleeve and nodded. “Yeah.”

“Didn’t make you tea for nothing, did I? Heals all wounds, Civilian. Time and Tea, mark me.”

*~*~*~*~*

Mr Achates training was vigorous and relentless, every morning they would run through the woods with Banjo, carving out trails and paths for themselves after a while making it easier to run on.

After their run: home for breakfast. Eggs usually. Civilian would go out with a basket following Mr Achates to his chicken coop. The first time Civilian had just stood there, expression blank but the basket shaking in their hands.

Civilian used to come here with older brother and younger sister. They would sneak in just after sunrise and steal some eggs. Mr Achates saw like he always saw, and the second week of doing it he opened the window. The three thieves froze as a small basket was handed out through the window wordlessly. The window shut before they could laugh or make an excuse or say thank you.

Now brother and sister were dead. Burned. Gone.

“Civilian. Hey, Civilian. Look at me. Look at me, it’s just the chicken coop.”

“Brother and— we—“ Civilian managed, but then broke down sobbing again. Mr Achates was at their side, walking them back inside and telling them it was okay.

“I know. Dammit I should’ve known. I’m so sorry, Civilian. You stay here. Banjo! Stay with Civilian. I’ll run to the shop, grab some bacon instead.”

“No,” Civilian said, their voice shaking. “No. We’ll have eggs. Please? Can we have eggs?”

Mr Achates worried his bottom lip, eyes sympathetic and soft. “Civilian it’s not a problem, I can—“

“Please Mr Achates. Can we have eggs?”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” Civilian said with a sharp, clarifying inhale. Mr Achates nodded.

“Okay. Let me grab them. You stay here.”

Civilian gave him the basket and stayed in the house, arms around themselves, safe. Alive. They stood from the chair and walked to the small kitchen, filling the kettle and putting it on.

After breakfast Mr Achates insisted on teaching Civilian how to box. “Why don’t we just use weapons?” Civilian asked.

“Because weapons can get thrown from your hands and if you don’t know how to fight hand to hand, you may as well give up now.”

“I’m not giving up,” Civilian told him hotly.

Mr Achates just smiled and nodded, said: “I know, kid. Now put your hands up, make ‘em into fists. Here, like this. Thumb out. Protecting your face, and when they’re not protecting your face they’re either punching or they’re protecting your ribs. Trust me when I say getting winded is a bi—“ Civilian looked at him as he cleared his throat and said: “bad thing.”

After hand to hand combat it was lunch. After lunch they relaxed, had a shower. Mr Achates told Civilian that he would get them books so they could sharpen their mind.

“Someone like Superhero doesn’t go down with a halfwit.”

“What about school?” Civilian asked, eyes owlish.

“I don’t think it’s the best idea. Superhero thinks you’re dead. If we give your name—“

“What if I take your name?” The question stunned Mr Achates. It was summertime so it wasn’t something he had to answer right away.

“Obviously you can’t go to school here.”

“I know,” said Civilian. “I can go to the city school. The one Superhero went to. Learn all they learned.”

Mr Achates sat back in his armchair, just looking at the kid in front of them in awe. The determination in their eyes. The resolve in their mind so clear.

“In order to beat the best I have to be the best.”

Mr Achates just smiled. “Okay. You can take my name. Go to city school. I’ll look at getting you enrolled.”

“Thank you.”

The quiet politeness pulled at his heartstrings, and something selfish and horrid in him was happy that the kid was living there with him now. Filling the space. Almost like they were a child of their own.

“You’re welcome.”

#writblr #hero villain writing #hero villain snippet #hero villain story #hero #villain #writing #bad superhero #origin story #don’t we love them #not really #but be happy to know #this is the last one before l’action #maybe #who knows #banjo is currently my favourite character #Best boy Banjo #orphan #orphan writing #tragic backstory #tick #revenge era #pending

[flowerprose]

they're a ten, but...

thanks for this amazing tag @aschlindartroom! i sat down to write some more of my wip and pivoted to this instead (but it was so much fun!)

tagging: @bebewrites, @theskeletonprior, @afoolandathief, @megarywrites, @pinespittinink, @bloodteeth-writes, @asher-orion-writes, @moonscribbler, @achilleid, and @evethenovicewriter!

wanted to tag some friendly faces, some new faces, and some faces i haven't interacted with much. lemme know if you prefer not to be tagged in tag games and i will remove you!

hades -  he’s a ten, but he can not find his place amongst his siblings: is he the forgotten youngest or the over-shadowed firstborn? love only existed beyond his realm; now it haunts him in the form of an unwilling wife. a temper with the patience of a wild boar & a callous disinterest in mortal life that masks itself as mercy. once you enter the land of the dead, you belong to him. there’s no going back. 

cosmo - he’s a ten, but the stars know his past, his future, and their eyes follow him under the guise of night. father calls it madness, but if his feet ever left the ground, the sky has sworn to swallow him whole. he pledged his heart to a priestess who swore devotion to hera instead. but when he finally goes, at least there won’t be a family to miss him. 

persephone - she’s a ten, but she’ll martyr herself in the name of peace. in the boneyard palace, she withdrew to her garden, tending to monsters only she could grow. now she cannot bear the cycle of death, to lose something forever, and instead learns the magic to disrupt it.  

[villain] - he’s a ten, but murder turned into sport quickly in his youth. hubris will serve him well, so long as it punishes him with the fury of hades himself. maybe when he kills the receiver of the dead, he will finally learn to sleep. 

#i even included a few spoilery detalis because now that they're written in the story i am less anxious hehe #namesake:writing #my writing #writing games #writeblr #also the villain’s name isn’t a big secret or anything i just haven’t found a name i like yet so i have stupid placeholder currently #something i hate so ill want to change it