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[outguilt]

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[morallygreyprompts]

Hi! I absolutely love your prompts, your writing is incredible! I was wondering if you could possibly write a prompt with a villain who's henchmen all treat like their child (as in they're all overprotective of them and kinda go all motherly over, if you know what I mean). This is super random and all, so if it's too much hassle then feel free to ignore. Thank you so much!

Alright, finally I can get some writing done, here you go. I hope this is what you were looking for.

Henchman should have known that Villain’s last mission had been too big of an ask for them. That had only been crystal clear after Villain had fought Hero again, fighting well enough to scare them off for the night.

Villain dragged themselves over to their henchmen, those who hadn’t gone on ahead with their target. Henchman furrowed their brow as they saw Villain limp, cradling their ribs with blood dripping from their lip. They swayed so badly that Henchman knew what would happen next. Henchman ran toward them. “Boss!”

“[H.Henchman]...” their voice was so weak and fragile. Villain’s eyes rolled up into their head and collapsed, but Henchman was only just able to swoop in to catch them, at least enough to protect their head. They lowered them to the floor and cradled them in their arms. Too much. It had all been too much, but Villain refused to listen to them. They’d been determined to see it through and take that person. Henchman didn’t know their importance yet.

It was a rush after that to get them back to base and treat their injuries, the broken ribs, their sprained knee, the cuts and gashes that littered their body. At no point was Villain left alone as they slept. They’d used too much of their powers, and now their body needed to heal. That would take time, time, they all knew, Villain wasn’t willing to accept.

“Move,” Villain demanded when they’d tried to get out of their room. Sweat glistened on their forehead and they couldn’t even stand on two legs. Henchman stood their ground.

“You’re not healed enough yet. You’ll hurt yourself more, aren’t you in pain?”

Villain clenched their jaw. “I need to see them.”

“Absolutely not. You look awful. Please, go back to bed.” 

“I said move!” Villain shouted, trying to ignore the twinge of pain in their wrists. “O.or else I’m not paying you this month.”

Henchman didn’t hesitate. “Then go ahead and take it. Take it for the year. I am not letting you out in this condition, you’ll hurt yourself. You need to rest your knee.”“Oh for fuck’s sake!”“Don’t swear. You’re better than that. Come, you’re being unreasonable.“

More Henchman were drawn to them through the noise. They understood at once and none of them took Villain’s side in this.

Villain scowled and tried to push past them, but Henchman held onto them by the tops of their arms, the restraint quickly turned into a support as their leg wobbled and they fell to the floor. The other henchmen were quick to help where they could, doing their best to support Villain’s battered body. 

“Please, boss. Go back to bed. We can bring them to you if you’re that desperate, but you’re in a bad way,” Henchman reasoned.

“I’m not weak!” Villain snapped. “Please, just let me go to them! I don’t care how I look, but I have to see them.”

The henchmen worked together to carry Villain back to bed despite their protests. They fell back upon their bed, exhausted. Henchman doubted they’d even have been able to walk down the hall. The henchmen stood by Villain, ready to push them back down.

“It’s alright, boss,” Henchman2 said. “Take it easy. There’s no rush.”

Villain clenched their fist but they were too tired. “Fine… bring them to me- gently.”

Henchman stayed as the others left. “Why are you pushing yourself so hard? Who is this person?”

Villain struggled to take deep breaths. They winced in pain. “Y.you’ll find out when they get here.”

Henchman pursed their lips and did what else they could for Villain’s pain in the little time they had left.

Henchman shook their head to themselves. Would they ever learn patience?

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[janijaire]

🌺 - For Adi and Etienne, and Houmei if you feel there's enough to say!

// I TOOK FOREVER orz Ty for the ask @superbilliam!

Adi:

"Rather quiet, but I don't think him quite so broody as others seem to. Then again, I suppose most of the time we're eating or drinking when we meet, 'tis hard to find a man to be broodish when he's talking about all the things his--friend? Paramour? I'm unsure of what it is between Adi and Zihji'li, really--is so adept at cooking. Perhaps I have simply only found him in good spirits. We've only talked a time or two and while he seems a bit troubled on occasion, he is... good-natured, from what I can tell."

Eti:

"Eti is, hm. A good influence, really. They know the importance in the work they do and have an infectious sort of good mood much of the time. They've an awareness of their vices and an actual want to improve, which shows a great deal more maturity than many."

He pauses, glancing upward as he thinks. "They mean... well, but there are some occasions where I wish they would not ask me some of the things they do. They're an excellent counselor, of course, but most of the time I'd prefer to sit with a friend. Still, they're good company."

Houmei:

"I'll not break the confidentiality of a patient to explain, but I am quite willing to let the man believe whatever he likes if that is what makes him content. He has--been through things, and if notions of royalty and jellyfish keep him stable, so be it. I don't know him terribly well, but he's an interesting sort. However, 'tis probably best I keep my distance, for his comfort."

[freakthygeek]

Several Note Card Doodles

[forthepursuitofknowledge]

Where Once We Tread

The door to Noah’s apartment flew open, and with a swift step Noah moved through. The day had been horrid, abysmal...but there was a lead now. He had something he could at the very least work with. It also lead to some insight...he would have to thank Mana later for that.

As he shut the door behind him, checking the lock to make certain it was set. He didn’t give himself time to think, time to reconsider. He knew what he could do...what he had to do in order to make sure his partner returned home safely.

This was his fault to start, he would see it through and in order to do that he needed something unique to bargain with...Something that he could put up to trade for Six’s life. It had been days since she’d been taken by their attacker as a last resort after Noah refused to follow the predator’s demands...A large part of him regretted his actions.

As he moved objects and items in his apartment he placed a hand on a large, seemingly impacted place of the wall, a crack in the wall it seemed. But as Noah channeled his aether into his hand a large runic symbol blared to life on the otherwise normal wall and in that moment a magical veil lifted - the portion of that wall disappearing and showing a glass display, his old armour held within it from his time in the Steppes, his time hoping to become a fierce Marauder.

His failed attempt. Perhaps he could turn that failure into something with purpose - a poor purpose in the short term, but if he could bring Six back it would be a purpose he’d indulge. The man suited up, it had been so long since he’d worn the metal plating...So long that he felt it’s weight a bit more than he could when last he put it on.

As he stretched out in the royal blue and black armour, mild decorations of gold and red trimming, he felt much like the heroes he read of in his tales as a child. But knowing what he had to do sullied the feeling a great amount. He wasn’t out to save a village from a horrid dragon, he wasn’t off to protect the people from a criminal seeking to instill fear and chaos. No - in this tale he had to be the villain, he had to steal, to intimidate, to sink to a low he’d long since passed. He’d failed so many others in his path to this point - but he refused to allow anyone else fail the way he’d let them fail before. His past mistakes were final, they couldn’t change - but he could do better. He had to do better.

Mana’s words ran through his mind:

“ Maybe it's time you fight for what you want instead of what's best and do something different? “

He wanted Six back, that’s what he wanted now. And as he prepared himself to do what he had to a voice caught him.

“Now that’s a look I ain’t seen y’sport in a long time. Not yer best look...But I figure y’got reason fer th’wardrobe change.” It was Syvard, in Noah’s panicked and frantic rush in, his haste in getting changed, he’d not noticed Syvard was already in the apartment before he’d locked the door.

“...Six is being held captive. I’m off to get what I need to bargain for her.” Noah stated, his hoarse voice only adding to the dark visage of the knight-like look adopted.

“Aye, figure that th’case...I ain’t gonna ask what y’need, jus’ don’t do somethin’ y’normally would...Yer not goin’ out there as Noah Kelten, lad. Yer goin’ out as someone different. An’ that someone needs t’not think about anythin’ else but what h’has t’do, an’ damned everythin’ and anythin’ that gets between’im an’ what h’needs. Y’hear?” Syvard’s worn countenance let a narrowed expression move in Noah’s direction. 

The armoured man, helm canting down as he thought, listened close...His grasp on the weapon he held going taut. He couldn’t be Noah for this, Noah thought, Noah cared about the means...All he could consider was the ends, the goal. 

“I hear.” He stated, moving towards the door and throwing it open before walking out and leaving Syvard to occupy the room alone.

Taking a long winded breathe, the elder Ala Mhigan shook his head and felt himself deflate some.

“Bloody ‘ells. Don’t go b’comin’ th’monsters y’fend off so quickly, lad...” He spoke to himself with a slight chuckle.

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[neverwither]

You know the Chloe server is full of enablers when they convince you to add a muse that you didn't even add to the poll to begin with

[hauntinglesbian]

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