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tiny-pun · 8 months
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"Working" together
Hero: Look, our plans keep getting more and more reckless and also not at all glamorous enough for your usual kind of gig. We´re both clearly not in the right mindset to do this, so can we just move it to tomorrow and go home now? Villain: Oh? Have I been keeping you up all night, Hero? Hero: Yes! And not the fun kind! Villain: …Oh? Hero: Not that! - Oh my god! I meant- fuck. Villian: Well, that... can certainly be arranged.
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caffeinatedscorpio · 21 days
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Short Villian and Hero Promt
"Why do you keep helping me?"
"Why do you keep getting hurt?"
Villian rolled their eyes, a hiss escaping their lips as Hero tightened the stitches on their arm.
"I fucking hate you.." Villian muttered, rolling sideways on Heroes couch on so their back was to Hero.
Hero letting out a small chuckle. "Sure, buddy."
Hey guys! First post in a second so it's just a fun little hero and villian fic starter promt! I hope you enjoyed, and remember that I take requests for drabbles!! I do stuff other than hero and villian! Anyways, have a great day or night and remember to eat and drink lots of water!! 🫶🫶
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Villian: "SCIENTISTS! Why are you all not finishing my nanobot army?"
Scientist A: "I don't know maybe it's because you kidnapped us all?"
Scientist B: "And we are all biologists."
Villian: "So?"
Scientist B: "We don't know anything about nanotechnology!"
Scientist A: "And you shot our cofffee deliver! Rest Greg's soul he was the best of us."
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Villian: "Oh, I've kidnapped aload of decaffeinated adult-children."
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Prompt #660
“It’s ok [Villain], it’s gonna be alright,” [Other Villain] hushed them as they sobbed uncontrollably. [Super Villain] raised an eyebrow as they entered the room.
“What’s going on? Did [Hero] break up with them?”
[Other Villain] shook their head, “They’re disappointed the  ‘airplane mode’ button on their laptop didn’t turn it into an airplane.”
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silverpenwrites · 1 year
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Prompt #1
My first prompt! Gosh, I’m nervous to post this! But I need to see more Civilian x Villain prompts in the world dang it!!
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“Henchman!? What the bloody hell is that?!” Villain said, looking around frantically. “Is the base under attack?!”
Henchman didn’t flinch. “That’s the doorbell, Villain.”
“Doorbell?!”
“Yep. Would you like me to take care of it, boss?” Henchman waited for further instruction.
“No! No no, I’ll see to it!” Villain sputtered, leaving swiftly to the manor’s entrance.
Villain’s mind was scrambling.
Who would willingly visit Villain’s manor? Sure, his manor was smack dab in the middle of town square. But purely to show how little they see Hero as a threat to their plans. Merely a showcase of wealth and arrogance total confidence to remind everyone of their successes and badass-ness. Even goodies-goodies like Hero knew to never step foot in their turf. So, who would be foolish enough to trespass, to ring the town’s most feared criminal master-mind’s doorbell?!
Villain threw open the door.
“WHO DARE-” Villain started, before a startled squeak and a flash of light made him pause.
Before Villain stood Civilian with a polaroid camera clutched tightly to their person. The satisfied click of the device rang in Civilian’s ears, even as the the shutter closed.
“I-I just wanted to ask if I could take photos of your garden. It’s so lovely I just had to see if—— I just—— I’m so sorry to bother you, this was clearly a mistake——”
Villain placed a gloved finger to Civilian’s lips, effectively stopping their anxious ramblings, and plucked the newly developed photo from Civilian’s grasp and studied it.
Civilian was beginning to question their life choices, when Villain finally spoke.
“Do you take commissions?”
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I wanna bring more Civilian x Villain stories, dynamics, and writing prompts to the world! If you guys liked this, please let me know whether through liking, commenting, or even add onto this prompt with your own continuation! (Please, please @ me if you do!! I’ll be over the moon 🤩💞)
Thank you for reading, and I hope to post more soon ❤️🥰👋🏻
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traditionalbird · 1 year
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It hurt. Everywhere.
It hurt along my arms where the sharp edge of the blade had dragged along the skin. It hurt where the skin of my back had been flayed open by a whip. It hurt where a red hot iron had pressed into my skin and burned the flesh. And it hurt—oh how it hurt—where they had stabbed my stomach. I was dazed and my head pounded, I think I still had the dregs of a drug in my system. I stumbled along on wobbly legs trying to keep pressure on my stomach. I glance behind me and scan the area, the road, the building, the alleyways I couldn’t see anyone following me, hadn’t the last fifty times I checked, but I still felt eyes watching me. 
I couldn’t believe I had escaped. It didn’t seem real. 
I had escaped.
But they hadn’t. 
Because they were dead. They were dead.
I barely knew where I was but I managed to spot  familiar road leading up to the last person I would ever want to admit weakness to. I stumbled up his drive and thumped my fist wearily on the door. Funny, I thought leaning on the doorframe and trying not to faint, it always seems like they would be in some lair or cave maybe hidden in an active volcano or have a moat around it or something.  Maybe with bats or snapping crocodiles. 
The door opens and I almost fall onto the entryway floor. They [villan] looks shocked as I sway on their doorstep. “I just...I didn’t know where else to go.” I try and think as my head grows fuzzier. And then I don’t think I just succumb to darkness
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blackcatwitchy · 2 years
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The sky was a faded orange, matching the withered leaves strewn about them, smoke billowing in the sky like a beacon---- a cry of help. A cry the Hero wasn't so keen to answer.
Not when they were covered in the falling ash, face a mixture of light pink and an angry blotched red. And certainly not when they smelt of meat simmering over a fire. They couldn't, however, ignore the way their stomach turned and dropped, palms clammy from guilt and the sweltering heat. The villain may have caused this, may have sent their army to raid the borders, where the kingdom was weakest and the thick walls that bordered the capital was non-existent, but Hero had led them there. Hero had helped give information in hopes that the Villain would dethrone the very king that set their home ablaze and took the Hero's sister kicking and screaming---- but they hadn't thought about the lives caught in between them and the throne. Didn't think about the consequences war would bring.
Now the fatalities were at the Hero's doorsteps and all they could do was sit back and watch the world burn.
Then the hero was running. And running and running. Feet thumping against burnt grass. Lungs expanding against the solid weight of smoky air. The screams rang louder. Ringing in their ear. Soldiers, a dot of blue and murky gray, reaping down bodies like the grim reaper sowing souls in the fields of hell. Blood painting the streets. Children crying in empty stores for mothers that would never hold them again. It was a nightmare, the Hero thought. A familiar sight that all but haunted their dreams for the past five years.
The screaming. Their mother singing a song--- her voice a tremble. Their sister--- Joy--- being lifted onto a man's shoulder. Their father pleading on hands and knees----
They shook the violent thoughts away, forcing them to grab an arrow. Steady. Steady. Knock the arrow, bent knees, bent elbows, steady breaths. Their hands were shaky, and just like their mother, they sang a quiet song to calm the storm brewing in their belly. Release.
It hit a solider in the side. Too low. He had been dragging a woman by her hair, blood staining her blouse, her face, her undone hair. She screamed and scampered away.
The smoke was thick, causing the hero to cough in their elbow, dark brown eyes watering. They hated the smell of smoke, the feel of a fire nipping at their heels. They preferred the cold, the way the ice burned their nose and lungs and skin.
They released another arrow. This one hit the soldier's shoulder. Better but not fatal. They screamed like a wounded animal, thrashing their head back as if bucking. The next arrow hit in-between the eyes.....they went down with a thump.
The Hero moved between the burnt buildings releasing arrow upon arrow, aim improving with each hit. Still, they didn't see the Villain nor heard their booming voice over the clamber of a city in near ruins. The hero knew they had to attack them at the very least, if they had to die in this new found hell, they would take down another punk with them. And who better than the asshole that caused this shit to begin with?
The hero scampered from their hiding place to an overturned carriage, it reeked of ale and iron. A combination meant for a tavern, not a once pleasant town with a once beautiful market. The hero guessed it was a merchant's caravan, a poor one since there wasn't an ounce of colored silk or brocade, unless the soldiers carted the prized goods away. They glanced over, aiming another arrow at a nearby solider with gold encrusted plates, and scale armor instead of simple chain mail. It hit in the middle of their back. It did not, however, pierce straight through.
"I hate scale armor," The hero muttered, knocking another arrow. Besides that one there was only three left, and no signs of the Villain. "What kind of bugger wanted to afford this assholes more protection? What about the common folk!"
The solider turned around, a general perhaps, by the way she lifted her head. Or at the very least a more sturdy mercenary than common folk.
The hero released the arrow, but she crouched raising her shield. It was wooden and round but still did the trick, blocking their attack.
"Oh fuck me," the hero muttered, dunking out of sight. They heard her footsteps approach, slow but sure like a cat hunting field mice. "Fuck, fuck, fuck-"
"Don't worry about them, Rosaline," a voice, like silk, purred. The hero froze, fingers clutching an arrow. It was heavier than their other ones, a yellow crusted paper wrapped around the shaft. A poison tipped one---- the Hero had made it different so they wouldn't accidentally use it in the hunt.....again. It wasn't good to poison oneself on contaminated meat. Best case scenario you're puking your guts out, worse case--- your body is burned at the funeral pyre.
"I can handle it----"
"No, no," the Villain--- the Hero could recognize that voice anyway---- soothed. "They're mine. Isn't that right, kitten?"
The Hero's heart battered against their rib cage, fingers knocking the arrow faster than a bird. "I think you have it wrong," Their tongue couldn't work right, stumbling over the syllables as if they were a new born calf learning how to walk. "You're mine."
The villain laughed, as if they expected the Hero's betrayal; they wondered if the villain knew this day would end in smoke and ash and a poison tipped arrow aimed at their throat. "I'm honored truly. First you lead me here, to the throne and now......you aim to kill me. I've never been the receiver of so much attention."
Smoke seemed to be accustomed to them, ash hitting everything but their perfectly matted hair. "I didn't......I didn't know you would do this when I first helped you. You promised me peace."
"You can't have peace without war, kitten." They took a step closer. "And you're wrong, I didn't promise you peace. I promised you vengeance."
Then the arrow was released. It missed it's mark.
The war really started then.
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Danny: Hey guys! Wanna see me pull a rabit out of a hat?
Tucker: I mean, sure I guess
Sam: No, that's lame and overdone. Get me a pet bat.
Danny: One bat coming up!
Danny: *pulls Batman halfway out of the tophat*
Danny:
Tucker:
Sam:
Batman: *scowling*
Tucker: *hastily whispering* Shove him back in! Shove him back in!
Danny: *shoves Batman back in*
Danny:
Tucker:
Sam:
Tucker: Are we going to get in trouble for this or...?
-Meanwhile, at the batcave-
Tim: *witnessing Batman get pulled halfway into a portal* WTF?!
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wordprefect · 1 year
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"Motherhood is my villain origin story," is the most honest thing I have ever read from a Mommy Blogger. Her text here:
I had a conversation with my 9 y/o baby son this morning about this spoon.
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In my home we have an ongoing utensil problem that has led me to have to buy replacements every 6 months.
I’m done trying to figure out where they go as it feels like spiritual warfare tbh, but decided at 6am this one was making its way back to me. Don’t know why, I guess I wasn’t willing to lose one more.
As my fourth grader sat and ate his Cheerios in the pre-dawn darkness I, inches from his face but with a lot of love in my heart did what I had to do.
“Baby do you see this spoon? Look at it, please. I’m putting this spoon in your lunch. It has to come home. Hey, I’m not done. This spoon is mine. I need it to return with you. I want this spoon, not a plastic replacement, not someone’s else’s spoon, not a fork, not a candy wrapper, I want to open your lunchbox tonight and see this same spoon here, ok? Memorize its features if you need to. This spoon is family. This spoon is my friend. This spoon is your brother now. His name is Spoonie and I love him same as I love you. Maybe not the same but close. This spoon is special. It’s a family heirloom and your inheritance I don’t care what you have to do, bring it back. Ok? I need to hear it, ok?”
I know I might sound unhinged but have you ever lost 15 spoons in one summer? I wasn’t born like this, the children did it to me. Motherhood is my villain origin story and I’m trying to be nice but spoons keep disappearing.
At some point I’m going to start deducting lost spoon money out of allowances. They don’t get allowances but I would start giving them one just to deduct for lost utensils. Maybe the next time I’m asked for Robux I’ll say I spent it on spoons.
That would change things for sure.
♥️ Bunmi
Anyway, if you see a spoon at the park or the school parking lot lemme know it’s probably mine. Thanks
So, what kind of a villain does a mother turn into? Is this the Baba Yaga origin? Strega Nona? Yubaba? Or do they come completely unhinged and build fortresses on islands guarded by wolves and lasers? And why is it always spoons? Always!
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puppetmaster13u · 2 months
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Prompt 211
The figure looked down at Billy. Billy looked up at the figure awkwardly from where he was digging through a trash can. 
“Um… I can explain!” 
Okay he honestly couldn’t, and instead threw a bag at them and booked it like his life depended on it. Which it might! Living in Fawcett meant that there were magical entities everywhere, even if they looked human, and he wasn’t going to get stolen by some fae! 
And they caught him. Great. He’s going to die now or get thrown back into foster care- huh? Food? They’re offering- no no, this is some fae bullshit, isn’t it! … But he’s also hungry, so maybe it’ll be worth it…
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perianthkat · 5 months
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I reread something recently :3
ID: Shen Qingqiu from scum villain's self-saving system saying "The masculine urge to mold myself into a blimp and fly Binghe to wherever his little heart desires <3" while in the back Shang Qinghua from the same novel says "this is not a masculine urge this is not any urge you are Clinically Insane" while looking extremely confused.
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tiny-pun · 1 year
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Our lives
When the Hero shakes in anger and frustration and spits out this line: In our next life- no; in every life I will find you. And I will make you pay in every. Single. One.
Here are some exquisite and honestly the only acceptable answers by the Villain:
Please do.
I’m looking forward to it.
I can’t wait.
I wasn’t expecting anything else/less.
I wouldn’t accept anything but.
Is that a promise ?
Are you sure ? That’s quite the commitment there.
Didn’t think you’d be so clingy.
My oh my. “Our next lives.” Have you become attached with me? /so fond of me?
The villains voice can range from immensely amused to soft, almost inaudible whisper. Either way feel free to add!
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The Babel Incident
Phantom doesn't make talk to anyone when he joins the Leauge. They may try to make small talk and learn more about their new teammate, even going as far to to invite him to the occasional gathering or socialize, but the newest member simply shows up when there is mandatory meetings, helps out on the field, and leaves as quickly as he arrived.
Keeping everyone at arms length, no matter how they much they try. They can clearly see he's lonely, but he insists they leave him be.
Clark doesn't miss (or like) the way Bruce tries to get more useful information on the newbie in roundabout like asking other Leauge members for anything. It wasn't until the usually straight faced Phantom got angry at Bruce to vanish to get away from their leader. It irked the Dark Knight to not have any useful information, even when Martian ManHunter told him no to reading his mind, but Bruce will keep trying to get something out of Phantom.
Little do they know that the reason why Phantom doesn't speak or socialize with anyone has to do with the fact that Batman uses mere conversations to formulate his contingency plans to put down his colleagues, something they don't know about yet. The Last Universe he visited had its Batman getting his plans stolen by a villian and had gotten the entirety of the Leauge killed.
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nibbelraz · 3 months
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Extra gift for @liuvaen ^^
Your prompts were so good I couldn't help but draw another one! I hope you enjoy!!
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Prompt #600
"Do you understand what I'm telling you?" [Scientist] spoke very slowly, searching [Villain]'s face for any hint of understanding.
"Nope, but I like the way you're sayin' it." [Villain] hummed, dreamily staring into [Scientist]'s eyes.
"You're dying!" they nearly yelled.
"Dying to go on a date with you? Absolutely." [Villain] licked their lips.
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cyrwrites · 1 year
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Double Or Nothing!
Danny working on an ectoplasm that seems to absorb everything it touches. Whatever it is, it's hungry.
What Danny didn't expect was for the ectoplasm to be looking for DNA to replicate. This gets revealed in a surprise raid by the Bat people of Gotham, who suspected him to be a mad scientist about to turn villian.
Turns out that clearing himself got a bit tougher, because now clones were involved and they seemed to like him a little too much. Now the originals were probably thinking that he was growing himself an army of vigilantes!
AKA, the time where Danny accidentally cloned a bunch of vigilantes, all at the same time.
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