sometimes i think

18 and confused af I don't know what's going on English isn't my first language just writing for fun

[amethyyst]

Sometimes, she had the urge to run when she saw crows. She knew they were watching, she knew that she shouldn’t be worried about this - her mother had told her plenty of times that the birds were her friends. But why? Why?

Even now, her bare feet drumming on the cold asphalt, her lungs lungs burning and cheeks wet from tears, she couldn‘t see them as anything else than her foes. Her heart rate seemed to pick up even more when she heard them screaming over her, and, in a moment of panic, she steered into the forest, tripping immediately.

For a second she thought about giving up, but when a black feather softly landed in the moss in front of her nose, she channeled all her energy, got up and ran.

“You will have to dace it one day, my dear.” Her mother’s words were clear in her head, echoing in the depths of her mind. “There is no shame in weak, but it is always preferable to be strong.”

But she couldn’t face them. Their lifeless eyes, their nightmarish screeches - there was no way they wanted to be friends with her.

She miscalculated the space between two birch trees, slamming her shoulder into one of them.

Crack

Pain shot through her arm, but she kept going, a little slower, completely out of breath and energy.

There were no screams to be heard above her anymore. Good. Just a little further, just to be safe.

And just a little further, she slumped down against a tree, holding her aching arm, gasping in breaths and letting het eyes flutter close.

She must have drifted asleep at some point, because she was awoken by someone lifting her chin. She froze.

A person - a woman. Dark skin and darker hair, her bangs covering half of her face. Her visible black eye studied her, the little scar on her cheek squishing and she squinted at her.

“Are you well?”, she asked, her voice calm and slightly raspy.

She swallowed, unsure of what to do, the dark gaze keeping her in place. She gripped her hurt shoulder tighter, letting out some weak sound for whatever reason.

The woman tilted her head forward, her hand reaching out and hovering over the aching limb. “May I see?”

Slowly, she mover her arm towards the woman, letting out a shaky breath as the touched.

“Seems like you hurt yourself quite bad. Come with me.”

The woman stood up and offered her hand. As she was about to take it, the wind picked up, the woman’s hair flowing to the side - revealing a bright red eye underneath.

[glassfrogforest]

[amethyyst]

I’m in so much block rn. Writers block, reading (slump) block, art block… even studying seems entertaining now😭

[ikimaru]

memes in sumeru 👌

[miothle]

But is it a blessing or a curse?♠️

[wiryuu]

the knave

[amethyyst]

Rewatching a series you just finished watching because you miss the firsts episodes >>>

…ooorr because you feel bad and want some comfort

[ironduuude]

🌸✨🌸✨🌸

[beardedmrbean]

[theman]

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

[tattooedzombigirl]

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

[imanutcase-10]

Then bring me luck

[thirddeadlysin]

the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work

[devilofmidtownwest]

I have a job interview tomorrow. I can't risk it.

[galaxyedging]

I can't let this pass without reblogging it. I'm so sorry.

[beardedmrbean]

Almost to 900,000

[sunnynwanda]

I'm in desperate need of any luck I can get at this point...

[amethyyst]

Please help me with my exam 😭😭😭

[amethyyst]

“It’s always: ‘Who’s blood is this?’ Or ‘Where did the blood come from?’ “ Villain crossed their blood soaked arms before their chest. “But it’s never ‘How is the blood?’ “

Hero stared at them, confusion written all over their face. “What?”

[mttonex]

one of my friends hosted a sk8 watchparty :3

i love them theyre so silly <3

[waifubuki]

[villain-enthusiast]

Could you do a snippet with a dignified supervillain and a sarcastic civilian? Idk I just feel like it would make for a fun little short story lol

tw: captivity, restraints, mild death threats, suggestive dialogue

Civilian had to admit, Supervillain was less intimidating than they had initially imagined.

They were larger, taller in person, dressed in a sleek black costume with a billowing cape that seemed rather excessive. But as the infamous criminal shuffled through the contents of something near the back of the room, Civilian couldn’t help but think that they looked like a rip-off Batman.

“Hey, uh, don’t you think this whole ‘tied to a chair in a cell room’ shenanigan is rather cliché?” Civilian blurted out, shifting uncomfortably in their bonds. “I’m not really gonna go anywhere.”

Supervillain stopped their movement abruptly. Their head raised slowly.

Keep talking. Civilian cleared their throat, maintaining their composure. “I mean, really, I know it seems like I’m an expert escape artist, but the gods decided to trade out my smarts for a boatload of good looks.”

Supervillain turned around, one brow arched, arms folded across their chest. Their dry stare raked over Civilian, from head to toe.

Then they scoffed.

Civilian gasped in an artfully exaggerated fashion, taken aback. “You just don’t understand the meaning of true beauty.” They leaned their head back into their seat, fluttering their eyes.

“You’re a bold one,” Supervillain mused, approaching Civilian. “I’ve never caught a bold one before.”

“What am I, a fish?” Civilian smirked, but went still as Supervillain stopped in front of them.

A frown crossed Supervillain’s face. “You really don’t seem to understand your place of power here.”

Some kind of hysterical laughter bubbled up in Civilian’s throat, but they held it down. “Honey, I’m not your average-looking civilian. You’re a notorious outlaw who resembles the look of an emo teenager. I’d say we’re on even playing field here.”

Supervillain’s icy expression didn’t falter. They stepped closer, bearing over the bound Civilian.

Civilian, although intimidated, smirked up at Supervillain. “That’s right, take it all in. I’m just too good to be true.”

“I’ve seen better.”

“Liar,” Civilian huffed. “You must have bad taste. What’re you into, furries?“

“I really am getting fed up with you.” Supervillain fingered the knife at their belt. “I don’t need you alive for bait.”

Civilian ignored the shudder that raced down their spines “What is it with you and the fish analogies? Oh my gods, do you have a fish kink? Is that an actual thing—,”

They stopped talking at the cold bite of blade at their throat.

“Say one more dumbass thing and I’ll cut you,” Supervillain growled. “You think you can just stomp over my dignity like you’re not testing death? You’re like a damn mosquito. Annoying and unyielding until they’re squashed.”

Civilian swallowed around the knife. They were quiet for a moment, then they took a breath. “Hero’s gonna come find me.”

Supervillain removed the weapon from their skin, and Civilian slumped back down into the chair.

“I sure hope they do,” their captor muttered, re-sheathing the dagger.

“Aw, you don’t want me around?” Civilian cocked their head in mocking disbelief. “I think you’ll grow to like me.”

Supervillain, who had begun to stalk back to the corner of the cell, stopped in their tracks. They turned back around. “So you plan on staying a while?”

“Well that’s a rather stupid question.” Civilian tugged feebly on the ropes binding them to the chair. “One could say that I’m a bit tied up at the moment.” They smiled proudly at their own pun. “I’m not going anywhere until Hero swoops in and sweeps me off my feet like a dashing savior.”

Supervillain sighed. “It’s taking everything in me not to strangle you right now.”

Civilian winked. “Ah, choking kink. I’ll write it down.”

The flash of a smile ghosted over Supervillain’s face, but it was so brief Civilian could’ve sworn they just imagined it.

Walking to the cell door, Supervillain jangled the keys in their hand. “Make yourself comfortable…” they trailed off, raising their eyebrows expectantly at Civilian.

“The name’s Civilian.” Civilian grinned.

Supervillain nodded once. “Have fun talking to yourself for a couple of hours. I’ve got a Hero to take of.”

Civilian furrowed their brow. “Wait, I thought you said you wanted—,”

The cell door slammed shut, cutting Civilian off before they could finish their sentence.

Damn.

[amethyyst]

sometimes when i read snippets on tumblr i give the villains an British accent and i dont know why

[dripdropdrawn]

[amethyyst]

I had an idea once. Two siblings (twins?) with powers. Sibling A has the power to change their gender or appearance at will. Sibling B is gender-fluid, but gas some other power like wind control or something. The siblings get along though, they love (as siblings) and support each other, but theres always that „why did i get this power and not my sibling?“ and „why did Sibling A get this power? Why not me?“

Anyway there’s literally no plot to this, just an idea. Take it or leave it, its free to use now.

[amethyyst]

Prompt

TW: blood, gore

“You died!,” hero yelled, taking i step back, shaking their bloody hands and splattering the red liquid on the pavement. “I just killed you! Why are… How are you still alive!?”

The on-lookers gasped, policemen dragged civilians away from the scene.

Villain laughed, ripping the open wound on his chest wider open. Between the misplaced and broken ribs and lungs, covered by infinitely flowing blood glowed something red. A replica of a heart, glowing, pulsing.

The villain grinned, perfectly white teeth stained red. “The dead don’t die.”