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love square on twitter methinks
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the lineup / the lineup (cont’d)
he’s on my roof
is it me
cat toys
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prettyboy
too fast
movie night
as friends right
special friends
wrong account
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stepping out
sneak peek
crush
accident
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yassification
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wrong post
rumors
forklift
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can’t wait
then vs now
monarch
jesus
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bugphone
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yes this is post reveal pre- relationship what about it 😏😏
Is this anything
There’s fanfiction…. And then there’s FANFICTION. The kind of shit you happen upon at like 3am or some other ungodly time because you were trying to find a fix for ur fixation at the time and you are just SUCKED IN and every sentence feels like a line of cocaine and it has quotes and imagery that permeate your brain and it’s the shit that sticks around in your consciousness forever and it never goes away and it’s always going to be one of Those Fics.
Me and tired tired sea but I’m not even in the 1D/Larry fandom anymore 😭
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Villain Kidnaps Hero and Asks for their Help
“I need your help.”
“And what in the whole wide-fucking-world makes you think I’ll help you?” Hero snapped back. The ropes around their sore wrists tightened as their fists clenched. “You drugged me and tied me up like a dog in a dark place and you’re asking for my help? What kind of psycho are you?”
“Can we skip this whole, ‘enemies’, ‘oh I hate you Villain’, ‘you’re insane’, blah blah blah? It’s become really repetitive and boring as of late, I’d like to get to the point--”
“You want to get to the point, alright, here’s my answer: I wouldn’t help you in a million fucking years, you shit-wipe monster. You kidnapped me! Again. You don’t ever try to ‘talk’, you just kidnap me, over and over and over, for no reason other than just to prove... something, I don’t even know what. That you have power? Well, you don’t.”
Villain let out a short impatient sigh. “No, okay, look. I only actually ever kidnap you when you’re of use to me. It’s not like you’d listen any other way, you’d probably start throwing punches and giving long, shitty monologues about justice or whatever.”
Hero opened their mouth to retort, but Villain cut them off once more. “Ah- ah-ah,” Villain tutted, “I’m not finished speaking yet. So shut your pretty mouth and let’s stay on track here, alright?”
Hero shut their mouth with a hateful glare.
“Thank you.”
I just wrote a 300 word draft... and accidentally highlighted it.
It all got deleted.
WHY?????
Prompt #3: Birds give beauty to morning chill
“It’s odd, but also so beautiful. It's like I can’t hear any noise but nature.” Villain’s eyes drifted to the lush ferns lining the dirt path to the brilliant, sprawling canopy above.
Hero was caught off guard by the thick emotion in the villain’s voice. They glanced at them, intrigued to see a far away look on Villain’s face. Their skin had a soft tone of green reflected from the plantation below, and all around that forest.
Villain was lured back to reality with Hero staring at them. Presently, they rolled their eyes. “Except your loud breathing, of course.”
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hero is late to a fight with villain. when villain goes out looking for hero, they check hero's apartment to which they find hero in the bathtub with a bottle of cheap wine
“What the hell are you doing?” The villain’s voice was flat and didn’t indicate even a hint of emotion. On the contrary, the hero was giggling as they held up their glass of wine, swirling it around until the alcohol was forming a little eddy.
“You are supposed to fight me. What are you doing?” Before they looked at the villain, the hero’s gaze bored through the glass full of cheap bliss. They couldn’t deny that their head was a bit…cloudy already.
“Worried?”
“Annoyed,” the villain corrected. “I have a tight schedule.”
Their steps were slow when they walked into the hero’s bathroom and they only stopped when they were standing right in front of the bathtub. The bubble bath didn’t leave much to imagination. However, that only amused the hero more. They needed entertainment desperately.
“I don’t tolerate your bullshit. Get out.” The hero took another sip of the terrible wine their mother had sent them for a twenty-something birthday. They hadn’t touched alcohol in years. How could they? Their nightly escapades forced them into top physical condition. There was no room to get themselves tanked up.
“Why don’t you get in?” the hero slurred.
“No. Get out.”
“Fine.” With an outstretched arm, the hero pushed the wine glass into the villain’s hand and drew their arm back quickly, so the villain was forced to hold it. Then, they pushed themselves up with shaky arms to stand up in front of the villain, completely bare.
The cold air hit them like a brick wall and very quickly, they felt as if they were spiralling out of control.
Squeezing their eyes shut, they concentrated on the eyes of their enemy for a while. The villain just stared back, seemingly indifferent. Eventually, the hero arched a brow.
“You’re blushing.”
“You shouldn’t drink so much alcohol. It makes you hallucinate.” The hero smiled and they wanted to say something but right when they opened their mouth to do so, taking a step towards the villain, the bathtub was slippery enough to throw them off balance.
There was enough time for the hero to squeak and for a scary and horrible moment, images of various death scenarios in their own bathtub flashed into their mind. They were sure they would fracture their skull any minute and wake up in the afterlife.
However, the villain’s hand was on their hip instantly before the hero’s body could even arch, securing them before such a devastating end could become a hypothetical.
When the hero found their eyes, the villain looked horrified before they could slip right back into their old cold professional expression. Their just as cold fingers against the still heated skin of the hero was such a strong contrast it hurt the hero’s brain but not only that, it was also a very sad affirmation of the hero’s hypothesis.
Or better, the reason why they were drinking in the first place.
“That’s why we don’t drink alcohol in the tub,” the villain said. They turned around — hand still on hip — and set the glass on the sink. As they turned around, their fingers entwined with the hero’s and they pulled them slowly towards them, forcing the hero to get out. Tired from their sudden shock, the hero complied.
At the same moment when the hero stood safely on the ground, the villain grabbed a towel and threw it over them.
“Why were you drinking?” They were still holding the hero’s hand as they wrapped the towel closely around their body. The hero didn’t answer and instead, seated themselves on the edge of the bathtub, ultimately letting go.
“Why were you drinking?” the villain asked again. Suddenly, the air was so much cooler than the bathwater. The hero didn’t want to answer, they wanted to bury themselves in their bed and never wake up from this nightmare. Months of observation and analysing the villain’s and their own behaviour led to this. To a confession they hated.
“Because you love me and I love you. And that’s very, very wrong and sad.”
Hero & Mentor: Love can make you grieve unhealthily
“You shouldn’t have done this.”
”You taught me.”
Mentor shook their head slowly. “No. I taught you how to reign Ataraxia, how to manipulate your natural rhythm and harness energy. I did not teach you to do this.” They gestured out the window. Below the snowy mountain bunker, a fortress lay flaming with smoke and destruction. “This… this is what a villain would do. Villain’s Name had too much influence on you over the last few months. You became too similar. Too close.”
Hero’s bottom lip trembled. “Fuck you.” The sound of their name was like a punch to the gut.
“I know it’s been hard for you. I’ve given you time. The League has given you time. But grief can only be so much of an excuse.“ Mentor paused. “Do you see, down there? The suffering you’ve caused those people?”
Hero clenched and unclenched their fists. Tears burned in their eyes as they watched thick, ebony smoke disappear with the Northern wind.
“Grief is no excuse for that.“
You don’t know the whole story. “Those people killed Villain.”
”No,” Mentor said strongly. “Villain killed themselves. They danced too close to the sun, and it cost them their life.“
”They didn’t know Supervillain was part of the Darker League. They couldn’t have known Supervillain would use them as bait. Use me.”
”You blame yourself.”
”Of course I do!” Hero yelled abruptly. It caused a shocking silence for a few seconds “Every day when I give myself the chance I think of what went wrong, of how I fucked up because it was me! I was the one who got too close to Villain and now they’re dead!” Their breath caught on the last word. Because of me, that was the truth. Their throat constricted, making it difficult to swallow.
“I’m not here to argue with you over who’s fault it was that Villain passed away.”
”Say it like it is,” whispered Hero. “They’re dead.”
”I’ll say it how I see it, and I see it as a broken-hearted kid who can’t tell the difference between justice and revenge.”
For a moment, the cold room became quiet. Hero stared at the metal floor as the burning in their eyes became tears rolling down their cheeks.
”So what if it’s revenge.”
”What?” Mentor took a step forward.
“So what if it’s revenge,” Hero repeated, bolder. “This satisfied feeling I feel right now? Knowing Supervillain’s corpse is burning in the bright red snow, becoming nothing more than ash? —“ Their mouth twisted into a sadistic grin. “Oh, it makes me feel so good. I wish I could watch as they burn. I wish the whole world could watch. “
“They are. Look around you, Hero. The world is watching, your point has been made. Your fixation on taking out all associates of Supervillain is unhealthy, it’s not justice.”
”So? Do you think I give a shit about yours or the Leagues superhero ‘morals’ or whatever bullshit you tell yourselves to feel better? This is sweet revenge, and justice is my workbench. I’ll keep swinging the hammer down until I’m satisfied.”
”This is what I’m talking about, Hero,” Mentor pressed. Their expression showed disappointment, but their eyes conveyed concern. “This revenge thing, it’s relentless. Please, stop causing all this misery and come home.”
”To where?” Hero scoffed with a dry smile. Their tears were gone. “To your sagging shack in the middle of nowhere, so you can what?— teach me more of your ‘sacred’ fighting skills? I’m not some stuck up little kid with too much to say, anymore. I’ve grown up, Mentor, and this is who I am.” On a moment of impulse, they jabbed their finger to Mentor’s chest, practically spitting the words in their face; “And you’re no thanks to that, because I raised myself, and I’ll keep living by myself. My home left this Earth four months ago, you’re no longer any matter to me.”
Anger flickered across Mentors features. Hero wondered briefly if they would strike them, maybe break the finger that was jabbing into their chest. It was for this reason they flinched when Mentor put a hand over theirs. Looking down at their hand, then back to Mentor — Hero saw the pain they’d just inflicted. It showed in the shimmer of Mentor’s eyes, the squeeze to their hand deep with candidness.
For a minute, all they did was stare at each other. Realization sunk into the hero that they may have just injured their mentor far beyond repair. Layers of anger peeled away, leaving emptiness. Regret.
They returned the squeeze to Mentor’s hands. “Love can make you grieve unhealthily.”
Empty.
”I’ll give the League your formal resignation.”
Completely empty.
Quick sketches
Im not an artist but I’m trying to get better. Any tips?
What’s even better than the one bed trope, in my opinion, is the forced ballroom dancing. When they’re enemies and are trying to kill each other makes it even better.
Rant
I have a history project to do that was due yesterday and it has 46 slides. It was only supposed to be 13. THIRTEEN. And why? Why would you do that? One might ask.
Well, because I’m a stupid perfectionist. A stupid, miserable, stressed perfectionist.
I don’t even know why I feel the need to do something that extra.
There’s this Spider-Man suit I want to get but it’s like $100 aksodjdjkslals I really want it
Prompt #2
“Shut up.”
“Villain--”
“Shut up! Shut up! Just shut the fuck up, okay?!”
Dead silence hung in the air. Hero didn’t even dare to breathe.
Villain’s eyes were squeezed shut, hands over their ears. Tears stained their dirty face. “You’re lying,” they whimpered quietly. “It isn’t true, you’re lying.” The hero watched, heart aching, as the villain trembled under the weight of the truth. “It can’t be true.”
Hero & Villain: Affection is Confliction
Evade. Adjust. Attack.
Repeat, repeat, repeat.
Hero knew this unplanned choreography like the back of their hand. It was more than simple predictions, it was muscle memory.
Combat with Villain always seemed to have a certain flow, a rhythm, like they were dancing. Their weapons would clash, they’d use their powers, dodge, throw some dirt-talking or teasing in the air and ignore all else. When Hero and Villain fought, it was like they were the only ones around. They were like birds playing in the sky.
Hero recognized a bated breath from Villain, knew they were about to attack. A flicker of the eye gave away the next stance. A smirk, light flirting followed.
It was all familiar.
“God, you are quite slow today. Did last night take a toll on you, baby? You need to sit down?”
Their voice was like heaven. Hero’s heart fluttered as they threw a few punches in a vigorous succession. The villain, of course, dodged them all. Frustration -- or was it flusteration? -- made the hero’s attacks all lightning-fast, but sloppy.
Villain moved backwards, smirking. Just that was enough to set free butterflies in Hero’s stomach.
Hero knew Villain was baiting them, waiting for them. They moved forward anyway, unsheathing a slim, light grey staff that extended with the press of a button. It was nearly the same height as Hero.
“Oh, so you want to use toys? Excellent idea.” They drew out a blunt weapon of their own, which was felicitous for discapacitating, but not for severely hurting. “I’ve got all kinds.”
It’s all a game. An act. That’s what Hero told themself. A ruse for the villains enjoyment -- they probably found it amusing when their quips caused reactions on Hero. That’s what villains did, isn’t it? Prey on the embarrassment of others, create distractions for their opponents. It should seem only like empty banter.
Yet, even shoving all thoughts into a mental chest and locking it tight doesn’t work to keep Villain from infiltrating the Hero’s mind. It was frustrating.
“Your passion for me is flattering.”
Hero grit their teeth and put more effort into fighting. Villain got whacked hard in the leg by Hero’s staff and yelped. They blocked Hero’s attacks and saw the oncoming sweep of the leg, jumping back.
They wiped sweat from their forehead, grinning despite any injuries. “Your concentration is adorable. Your stamina, however, is enticing.”
Hero searched for some affable undertone in that sentence, but none turned up.
Doesn’t matter. Villain can be flirtatious all they want. Hero wouldn’t allow their feelings to become a profound distraction. Affection is confliction; Hero had enough of that already, anyway.