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“What did you do?” The hero’s voice was flat, the words sharp like an accusation, though their eyes betrayed a flash of something—hurt? Confusion? It didn’t matter. They didn’t get to act like they were the victim here.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the villain shrugged their shoulders, trying to look as casual as possible. They couldn’t let the hero see how much this was eating at them—how deeply it hurt, even if they wanted to pretend otherwise.

“Don’t be coy.”

“Well, maybe you should be more specific.” The villain grinned, a little too wide, a little too innocent. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Where is it?”

“Where is what?”

“Your mark,” the hero said through gritted teeth. “It’s gone.”

“Oh. That.” The villain took a step back, glancing at their now-bare wrist, the place where the mark had once been—where their bond to the hero had once lived. “I guess it finally decided to take a vacation. I hope it’s having fun, you know, away from the whole ‘soulmate’ thing.” They paused, letting the words sink in with a mischievous glint in their eyes. “It might’ve needed some space. Some people had real strong opinions about it and they weren’t shy about making their opinions known.”

“For good reason.”

“There’s never a good reason to tell your soulmate to fuck off, you know,” the villains scoffed. “Aren’t all of you goody two shoes supposed to know that? That’s like chapter one on ‘How to be a Decent Human Being’.”

“Not everyone’s soulmate goes around murdering people.”

“Oh yeah, because you’ve never killed a single person in your entire life,” the villain’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

“It’s not the same,” the hero ground out, barely holding back the rage.

The villain crossed their arms, their voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Oh, it’s very much the same. You kill people because they don’t agree with you, and I—” They spread their arms with a slow, mocking flourish, “—do the exact same thing. Only, I’m honest about it. You’re just a hypocrite in shiny armour.”

“You don’t get to compare us,” the hero hissed. “You kill because you like it. I do it to protect people, to stop you.”

The villain let out a short laugh, bitter and sharp. “You really still believe that, don’t you? That you’re the good guy? How precious. We both know you’re just as capable of cruelty as I am.”

“That’s not—” The hero took a deep breath, trying to steady themself. “We’re soulmates. That should mean something.”

“Should it?” The villain raised an eyebrow, their voice laced with venom. “Because it doesn’t feel like it means a damn thing. You never wanted it. I was the one who tried to make peace with it, to accept it. You rejected it. You rejected me.”

The hero’s eyes flickered with a flash of guilt, but they quickly masked it with anger. “You’re a villain. You’re everything I fight against.”

“And you’re the hero, right?” The villain’s lip curled into a sneer. “The shining knight who thinks they have all the answers. Well, guess what? I don’t need your approval. I didn’t need your mark either.”

The hero’s voice was dangerously low. “What did you do?”

The villain gave a dramatic shrug, their hand flapping in a dismissive gesture. “Oh, nothing major. Just broke up with fate. Made a deal with a god, got it erased. No big deal.” They grinned. “You wouldn’t believe the paperwork, though. Gods really need to streamline their processes.”

The hero was silent for a moment, processing what they were hearing. “You… erased it? You got rid of it? You didn’t... you didn’t have to do that.”

“Didn’t I?” The villain tilted their head, letting the sarcasm drip from their words like honey. “Because, from where I was standing, it seemed like you were the one who couldn’t even look at me without trying to burn a hole through my skull. So, yeah, I thought maybe it was time to call it quits. Anyway, funny story about that.” The villain stepped closer, their playful tone still dancing in the air. “You know how they always say soulmates are a gift? So I just walked up to fate and demanded a refund.”

“Stop making jokes about this,” the hero snapped, frustration creeping into their voice. “You don’t just get rid of your soulmate’s mark. That’s… that’s insane.”

“Well, call me insane then.” The villain grinned wider.

The hero narrowed their eyes. “You don’t get it. This was supposed to mean something. We were supposed to mean something.”

The villain’s face flickered with something—something soft, almost sad—before they masked it with another flippant grin. “Oh, trust me, I get it. I’ve always gotten it. You were the one who never wanted this. You were the one who couldn’t even look at me without cringing. At least I gave it a shot. But you? You hated it. You hated the idea of being connected to someone like me.”

“Stop,” the hero said sharply, their frustration mounting. “I never hated you. It wasn’t like that. I just—”

“Couldn’t accept me, right? Yeah, I know. Don’t worry, I get it now.” The villain waved a hand, interrupting them with a grin that was all sharp edges. “I’m a villain. You’re a hero. We’re so star-crossed. Shakespeare would’ve had a field day with us.”

The hero’s face softened for a moment, a flicker of guilt flashing across their features. “I never said that.”

“Oh please.” The villain scoffed, crossing their arms. “You couldn’t even stand being in the same room with me. Every time you looked at me, I saw the disgust in your eyes. I wasn’t your soulmate, I wasn’t even a person to you. All you saw was a villain, a person you had to hate because it made you feel good about yourself.”

The hero was quiet, the accusation hanging in the air. But the villain was already moving on, their playful tone back in full force. “Anyway, it wasn’t like I had much of a choice. I made a deal, and bam! Problem solved. No more mark. No more weird soulmate obligations. No more you looking at me like I’m about to tie you to a chair and spout an evil monologue about world domination.”

The hero clenched their fists, trying to hold onto their temper. “Why didn’t you fight for us?”

The villain’s eyes darkened, the bitterness creeping into their voice again. “Do you really think I didn’t try? Do you think I wanted to be free of you? But I couldn’t do it anymore. The pain of knowing I was nothing to you? The constant reminder of what I could never have?”

“You could’ve fought for it,” the hero argued, their voice shaking with frustration. “For us. I didn’t want this. But I would’ve—I would’ve tried if you had.

The villain’s face hardened, the smile fading. “No, you wouldn’t have. I could see it in your eyes every time you looked at me. You couldn’t even say the word ‘soulmate’ without making a face like I’d just spat in your coffee.”

“You’re pushing me away,” the hero accused.

“Oh, please.” The villain threw their hands up, exasperated but still oddly charming in their annoyance. “I’m not pushing you away. I’m letting you go. There’s a difference. I figured it’d be kinder this way. You’d just end up tying me up and trying to reform me, like some kind of twisted, dysfunctional romance movie. Trust me, we’re better off without each other.”

There was a long silence, the weight of their words sinking in, but the villain was already backing away, their eyes twinkling with a mixture of mischief and something else, something more vulnerable that they didn’t want the hero to see.

The hero stood still, staring at the space where the villain had been, feeling a strange emptiness fill the space between them. The hero wanted to chase them, to argue, to fight for something—anything—but the words stuck in their throat.

“Well, that’s that,” the villain called over their shoulder. “You can go back to your clean, shiny world of righteousness and moral superiority. And I’ll just, you know, keep being the bad guy. No biggie.”

With that, the villain turned and walked away, their footsteps light, but there was a heaviness to their departure that the hero couldn’t ignore.

And as much as they hated to admit it, the hero felt like they’d just lost something they never really had.

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“I came for you.”

The surprise on the villain’s face vanished as soon as it came.

“Not to mock, not to gloat, not to kill?” The villain raised an eyebrow.

“No.”

“I can’t decide whether you’re stupid or insane.”

“I have many excellent qualities, it can get quite difficult to choose.”

The villain tugged on the chains keeping them bound to the walls, “It would be so easy, you know.”

The hero didn’t know whether it was impressive or sad that the villain still wore a mask even in shackles and facing possible death. “I know.”

“What do you want?”

“For you to take off your mask.”

“I’m sorry, what?” The villain raised their eyebrows, lips curved into a slight smile that seemed to teeter on the edge of a loud cackle.

“This isn’t you, you’re not a villain.” The hero folded their arms and leaned against the opposite wall.

“What would you know?”

“They may not, but I do,” a voice said.

One second there was nothing next to the hero and the next there was.

“I see you’ve finally mastered your light,” the villain tried to sound indifferent but their voice cracked at the end. A pang of bitterness hit them as they recalled how their lover used to struggle with the power they had. How much had changed since then?

“I missed you.”

One whisper was all it took to break the villain.

The clang of metal against stone filled the air as the villain surged forward to embrace their lover regardless of the chains holding them back. The villain struggled against their bounds. They had not touched their lover in years, a little bit of metal wasn’t going to stop them now. The chains rattled as the villain surged forward again and again, oblivious to the biting of the shackles against their wrists and ankles. The villain seemed almost feral.

A tear trailed down the villain’s lover’s scarred cheek. A small price to pay for loving the villain.

It was like a hand was squeezing their heart. They couldn’t take it anymore and took a step forward to calm the villain, but a hand on their shoulder stopped them.

They turned their head and locked eyes with the hero, a silent message passing through them. The hero let go and returned to the shadows, watching the scene before them unfold impassively.

The villain’s lover took small steps towards the villain and paused, hesitating before reaching a hand to caress the villain’s cheek.

The villain stopped struggling.

“I missed you,” the villain’s lover repeated.

“Did they hurt you?”

“No,” the villain’s lover smiled like that was the silliest thing they’d heard, and perhaps it was. “Why would they? They’re our friends.”

“Friends,” the word left a sour taste in the villain’s mouth.

“You never should have left.”

“I never should have come back.”

The villain’s lover whispered against the villain’s lips, “You’re better than this.”

The villain lowered their eyes. “I was, maybe, but not anymore,” they turned their face away. “I can’t just stay in your glass towers and pretend like there’s nothing wrong when lives are lost every day fighting your stupid war.”

“I’m not asking you to.”

“And what do you expect me to do? What do you expect them to let me do?”

“You can help us, help us make the world a better place.” The villain could hear the desperation in their lover’s voice. The same desperation that was in their voice when they’d ask their lover to follow them all those years ago.

“All I’ve ever wanted was to save the world, you know that.”

“But the others don’t.”

“Starting with that precious hero of yours?” The villain snarled, lips twisting into a vicious sneer.

The hero grinned, they couldn’t help themselves, “Someone had to pick up the pieces you left behind.”

“Shut up,” the villain’s lover muttered under their breath, but they knew the hero could still hear them. “Look at me,” they gently turned the villain’s head towards them, “I don’t care about them. They mean nothing to me.”

If they had turned back to look at the hero, they would have seen the hurt flitting across the hero’s face.

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

Silence filled the air.

The villain’s lover could feel the hero’s impatience.

They sighed, “What happened to you? I loved you. You loved me. We were happy, why did you have to leave?”

Why didn’t you follow? The villain wanted to scream.

They settled for ignoring everything except the first question instead. “You know what happened, you were there.” The villain’s eye glinted dangerously in the dark. “I can’t just let countless of people die just for some lost cause. Not again.”

“What about your cause?” Their lover countered.

The villain looked away. “I never wanted things to turn out this way, but we don’t always get what we want, now do we?” The villain’s voice hardened, bitter memories of a desperate youth asking their lover to rule by their side flashing across their mind.

A shaky breath escaped the lover’s lips. “Would you take it back if you could? Everything that you’ve done?”

The villain had never heard their lover sound so small, not in the years they’d known each other, but they didn’t hesitate. “Never.”

“I’m sorry,” the villain’s lover had never felt more tired, the weight of the sky suddenly on their shoulders.

“I’m sorry too.”

They just offered a weak smile and shook their head. “Do you remember the promise you asked me to make?”

“What promise?” The villain furrowed their eyebrows, mind racing to recall a memory.

The villain’s lover leaned in and whispered into the villain’s ear. “This one,” the villain never saw it coming, “To stop you before it’s too late, no matter the means.”

A flash of a dagger and the villain’s eyes widened. They looked down to see the blade protruding from their chest.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to.” The villain’s lover began sobbing incohorently.

“It’s okay,” the villain whispered. They stumbled, catching themselves before their legs gave out entirely. They crumpled, the only thing supporting them were the shackles.

The hero left the shadows and wrapped their arms around the villain’s lover. “Shh, it’s okay. It’ll be okay.”

“I love you so much,” the villain managed to choke out.

The villain’s lover cried as they watched the light fade out of the stormy grey eyes they had once loved so much.

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“I love you,” the villain mumbled against their lover’s skin, lips tracing the ink on their lover’s neck.

“I love you too.”

“Promise me something?” The villain asked, lips trailing up to find their lover’s.

“Anything,” their lover replied fiercely. The fire in their eyes burning as bright as the fire in their heart.

The villain could feel their lover’s lips curve up in the dark. “Anything?”

“Anything.”

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“You should have just let me die,” the hero says as they stare at the ceiling, voice barely a whisper. The bed they’re lying in is hard and unfamiliar. Figures that even the villain’s infirmary would be shitty.

“And lose the satisfaction of killing you myself?” the villain replies from the bed next to the hero.

“It costed you though,” the hero says. They’re trying really hard not to think about it, but images of the villain getting their legs crushed keep flooding their mind.

“You think too little of the capabilities of my medical team. We’re much better than that team of idiots you have running around at your place.”

“It’s going to cost you more, you know,” the hero is trying really hard to stop their voice from shaking. It’s difficult. It’s difficult just having this conversation. They never would have imagined them being in this situation at all. Not in a million years. “They really want me dead.”

“Well, we’ll see about that.”

There’s a long silence after that.

The hero isn’t sure what to say. What are they even supposed to do? Are they supposed to thank the villain? Apologise? What are you even supposed to do when your enemy saves you from people you never thought you needed saving from?

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The realisation that med school has sucked all the life out of me just hit me. The last time I actually wrote anything was right before I started med school. Two years ago. Damn.

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Happiness is something that is learned just like anything else and I'm a slow learner

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And it's crazy isn't it, but that's just how it is. You see someone you like or someone you think you'll like, and think, this, this is the person I want to spend the rest of my days with

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I am either very bad at coming up with titles or absolutely horrible at it

There is only one story tagged as fluff and so many tagged with angst or dark and if that doesn’t describe the way I like my media, then I don’t know what does

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“Were you ever planning on telling me?” The hero asked the villain.

The villain who had kissed the hero only hours ago. The villain who had told the hero ‘I love you’ only hours ago. The villain who untill a few hours ago was considered as the hero’s lover only.

“I’m sorry?” The villain’s face was scrunched up in confusion. A look that the hero had often called adorable. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The hero refused to fall for that look again. They balled up the mask they’d kept hidden inside their pocket and threw it in the villain’s face. “Then explain this.”

The villain’s eyes flashed in recognition as they caught the mask. Of course they’d manage to catch it. They were the villain. The hero needed to stop thinking about them as their adorably clumsy lover.

“You know.” If the villain was surprised, they hid it well.

“No shit, Sherlock.”

“I’m sorry,” the villain said.

The hero was shocked by the sincerity in the villain’s voice but they tried to mask it. “When were you going to tell me?”

“I swear, I was so close to telling you so many times, but I was afraid that you’d get hurt. I have so many enemies. I can’t bear to see you get hurt.” The villain took a step towards the hero, “I can’t lose you, you know that.”

The hero didn’t know whether to laugh or scream in frustration. I can’t bear to see you hurt. I can’t lose you. That’s rich, coming from someone who had no problem pounding them into the ground mere nights ago.

The hero tried not to flinch as the villain took another step nearer.

Hurt flashed across the villain’s face. “I’d never hurt you. I love you! How about this? I promise that I’ll stop all of this as soon as the hero is dead, okay? I’ve been thinking about this for a while and I thought that it’d be nice for us to start a family. What do you think?”

The hero’s heart dropped.

The villain didn’t know.

The villain didn’t know that their lover was the hero.

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Since I am currently in love with the hero x villain tag I felt inspired to expand on your story a bit. @uv-ray-writes I hope you don’t mind.

“You don’t know.”

The hero stared at the villain.

“You didn’t actually trick me into anything. You were just as clueless as me.”

The villain blicked in confusion. “Well, I didn’t tell you the truth. If that’s what you would call tricking you.”

They rubbed their neck, clearly still emberassed about being found out.

“Yeah, but you consider it to be something you would withhold from anyone. Not just me.”

“I don’t understand.”

The villain took a carful step towards the hero and when the hero instincively moved back, they sighed.

“Look, I get why this is a big deal. But we can move past it. At least, I hope we can.”

The look in their eyes was almost pleading now.

The heros head was still spinning. But they needed to say something. Anything, to make it really clear why this was an issue for them. A problem for their relationship.

But all they could do was stare at this person that they loved more than anything.

“Talk to me. Please.”

“You need to make a decision.” The hero finally managed to say.

Something vary crept into the villains tone. “About what?”

“Me.”

The villains eyes widend. It was suddenly hard to form any words at all but they carried on.

“About our future. And the way you really feel about all of this. Because it sure as hell is going to be hard being a family when I’m dead.”

The realisation hit them hard and the villain jolted back as if the hero had slapped them.

The hero couldn’t stand the look on their partners face. They turned around and grabed their jacket from the kitchen chair.

“I need some air.”

Then they were gone. The door slammed shut behind them. And the villain was left frozen in place in the suddenly empty flat.

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They had been sitting on that rooftop for hours when their phone pinged.

It was a text message from the villain.

“Are you coming back?”

They stared at it for a long time. Where they coming back?

A sudden gust of cold november air made them shiver.

There had been all those times when they had tried to arrest the villain. Some days they had gotten close. It would have been a big win for their team. The city would have thanked them. Maybe they would have gotten a medal from the major.

On other days they barely escaped with their life. A bruised ego was nothing compared to broken bones. And they had cursed the villain and loathed them with every fiber of their beeing while their teams healer applied their magic in an excruciatingly painful process.

But everytime they returned to their home.

Their small but cozy flat. Top floor of an apartment building. Flower pots on their balcony during the sommer. Christmas lights in the winter. That place they loved so much. The one they shared with their nemesis…

The hero felt the sudden urge to throw their phone of the rooftop. Just to see it break into a million peaces on the street far below them.

They held onto it, even though it seemed to burn their palm. Then they read the message again.

They should do something. Tell someone. Their team…

The hero grabbed their phone tighter. They needed to make a call.

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When the hero returned to their flat it was dark outside. Streetlamps and the light shining out of windows lined their way. They took the elevator upstairs. In front of the door they hesitated.

614 the bright red and curly numbers on it read.

They hadn’t taken their keys, but the door was unlocked.

They were greated by the soft tunes of a violin. An old orchestra recording they had on vinyl. The hero loved string music. Always planed on learning an instrument and never found the time.

Closing the door behind them they entered through the short hallway and steped into the kitchen.

The villain was waiting for them.

They were leaning against the kitchen counter with a calm expression on their face and a glass of wine in their hand.

The hero stoped in the doorway. Their hands started to shake and they quickly hid them behind their back. Coming back they had expected talking, maybe fighting. They hadn’t expected music and wine.

“I made pasta.” The villain said. They didn’t seem bothered at all and the hero didn’t know what to make of it.

“Come, my dear. Take a glass and sit with me.”

They smiled at the hero. All soft and firm. As if to calm a frightend child.

The trembling feeling moved from the heros hands to their chest and for a secend they didn’t know how to move or speak anymore.

Somehow they found the strength to take the glass of wine they were being offered and to follow the villain to the living room. Plates were already set up and a single candle flickered in the middle of their table. Steam was billowing above a covered dish with spagetti sauce.

The hero took a seat across from the villain and they felt like they were shaking apart.

“What is this?” There was a crack in their voice.

The villains shoulders stiffend but they didn’t look up from heaping spagetti onto their plates.

“A last dinner of sorts. Don’t you like it?”

Are you planning on fighting me? Killing me?

The hero didn’t have it in them to ask.

“It’s lovely.”

They ate in silence. One song softly fading into the next in the background. The pasta was delicious. The villain had always know how to cook. And always made a big display of it. It was one of the many things the hero loved about them.

“Do you remeber the first evening we did this?”

It was the first thing beeing said in a while and it made the hero look up. There was something akin to sadness in the villains eyes.

The hero did remember.

“We didn’t have any furniture so we sat on the floor. But you desperately wanted to try out that new, fancy kitchen we got with the flat. Of course you did.”

They smiled almost involuntarily.

“I made me realise that I wanted to spend every evening like that. With you. Even if it meant sitting on the floor and drinking cheap wine out of the bottle.”

The villain idly twirled spagetti around their fork. “You never said that.”

“I should have.”

The villain seemed content to let them slip off into silence again. Then.

“You know that fight we got into last week? The one where I punched you in the face and you had that nasty bruise in the corner of your eye.”

The hero tensed. They were talking about that kind of fight. Somehow they felt like their heart couldn’t take the sudden jump from melancholy to violence.

The villain didn’t seem to notice or care. Their voice was all too soft.

“You walked around with sunglasses all day and I thought you were dealing with a migrane. I never imagined…

That fight was pointless. My weapon wasn’t ready. I couldn’t have destroyed that building even if I wanted to. I was bluffing. To get you where I wanted you to be.”

Their voice trailed off and the sudden flash of pain on their face made the hero forget to breath.

“I wanted to hurt you.”

“Why are you doing this?”

The hero sounded angry. They felt angry.

The villain blinked at them. As if they just now remembered where they where.

“What?”

“This. All of it. Why are you doing this?!”

The hero waved a hand over the table with a gesture that was supposed to include all of it. The food. The candle. The music. Even the villain themself.

“I thought if we were going to be surrounded, and I was to be arrested by your people, then we could at least have a nice meal together, first. Isn’t that why you are here?”

Oh. The hero thought.

“Oh.” The hero said.

“I don’t blame you.”

There was that sad smile on the villains face again. Only now, the hero could read it for what it was.

“I could never fault you for who you are.”

“I guess that is what one would expect from me.” They thought of the phone call they had placed earlier that night.

The villain was watching them. The food forgotten between them. In the background a violoncello was lamenting the meaning of life.

“I called my mother.” The hero said.

“What?” The villains eyes widend. They were clearly confused about the sudden change of topic.

“I told her I would be out of town for a while. And that she wouldn’t be able to reach me.”

The villain was openly starring now.

“What are you-”

“I haven’t told anyone about you. And I have a plan, if you want it. We would have to fake our alter-egos death in a fight. Get out of town for a few months. And come back when everything has calmed down. No one has to know.”

The villain was gaping at them.

Very slowly they stood and the hero followed suit to meet them halfway around the table.

“It would be like a vacation.” The hero smiled weakly at the look in the villains eyes.

“You would do that for me?”

They reached out as if to touch the heros face but hesitated bevor they could actually touch them.

“I love you more than you could imagine.”

And despite everything the hero had never actually been so sure about anything in their life.

“I am going to fake-murder you so bad.”

The villain laughed but their were tears falling down their cheeks.

The hero leanded forward to kiss the villain. And they kissed them until there was no air left in their lungs and no pain in their heart.

And if there they were crying while they did it, then that was their buisness, and theirs alone.

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Aww the ending's so cute! I love it!

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Her skin used to be green.

It was the lush green of forests. It was the fresh spring plants after a long winter, a summer garden thriving with plants. Her skin was deep, soothing green.

It isn’t anymore. It hasn’t been in a long while.

It is now pale desert sand, cracks all along it like baked earth and tree roots searching for water they cannot find.

Her hair once rich and dark, now hangs thin and grey around her temple. Her eyes that resemble the sea, once clear blue are now a lifeless grey.

She used to be respected too. They called her the ancestral mother of all life. She was the mother of the sky and the sea. The mother of mountains. She was Gaia, goddess of earth.

Now she is just Gaia.

The world was once beautiful, but then man evolved. He learned more. He grew. Man grew wicked.

Man is killing the earth. Man is killing her. He is killing her the only way he can — with another god. Greed is man’s new god. Man worships greed the way he used to worship her. Greed dictates man’s every action, controls every aspect of man’s life.

Gaia cries as another hundred trees are torn down simultaneously around the world. Beautiful and strong, these majestic trees are torn down just so that humans may build upon the ground where the trees lay.

Man. Gaia absolutely despises him. Man with his senseless torture and mutilation of trees. All he ever does is destroy, and yet he thinks of himself as a builder, as a creator. How laughable.

So many forests destroyed, so many animals chased from their homes just so that man can profit. Man builds his house on the bones of others.

Gaia feels the dying of the earth, and with it goes her happiness.

Somewhere, a school of sharks are captured. Their fins ripped from them and their bloody bodies tossed back into the sea. Streaks of red left in their wake. They sink to the bottom of ocean, forgotten and discarded.

Somewhere, a forest is burning. The wildlife try to run. The birds fly away. The toads hide underneath logs. The elks take refuge in streams and lakes. The others are not as lucky. Everything that does not manage to escape the forest burns with it.

Somewhere, an ice cap is melting. Polar bears cling to life, their white fur limply covering their thin, bony frame. Seals helplessly watch as their young drown or are crushed by broken chunks of ice. Walruses are trampled to death. Forced to come ashore, they are easily spooked by sounds and scents, triggering deadly stampedes.

Gaia rages.

She tries to control an earth that no longer belongs to her, and she enacts her revenge against man in whatever way she can. Man has forgotten her, forgotten the earth, and in his ignorance he seeks to destroy it.

She shakes the earth and splits it open, but still man does not learn. As her temper rises, so does the temperature of the earth.

Hurricane after hurricane, tornado after tornado, and yet man is stubborn. Gaia sends earthquakes and tsunamis, storms and floods, and still man remains set in his ways.

Man will never learn.

Man will never change.

Man will never admit he is wrong.

Every villain is a hero in their story after all.

Gaia is tired.

Man is a disease and she is in her last stages of life. Her days are numbered. She is dying, but she will not die alone. When she dies, man dies with her, she will make sure of it.

Gaia creates a warrior. She molds him out of clay and the blood of the animals that had fallen prey to the actions of humans. She works on him day and night, perfecting him. He will be her last warrior, her last creation. He will destroy man the way man has destroyed her. He will be their downfall.

Finally, her work is complete. Her warrior is flawless. He is perfection personified. He is strong and fast, fearless and ruthless. Her warrior will make man see the destruction that man has created. He will make man regret.

Gaia breathes life into her warrior.

He opens his eyes and blinks at Gaia, blinks at his creator, blinks at his general. “Hello Mother,” he says.

“I have a task for you,” she tells him. “You will be the end of man. You will make them see all the destruction they have created. You will make them regret.”

“Yes, Mother,” her warrior accepts his task. He is her warrior and he will not fail her.

Man will remember that Gaia is not one to be crossed.

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Gaia is dying, and soon she will be dead. She can no longer fight the battle against man, but she can create someone who can.

She calls him Covid.

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This isn't really an ask, but with the whole soulmate au where the last thing you hear from them is written on your skin, that doesn't necessarily mean that you or they die, it might mean that they go deaf or something of that sort.

Eyy I didn't think about that. It'd make a really good angsty fic with a happy-ish ending tho. Sort of. At least they don't die.

Wait wait wait what if the soulmate loses the ability to speak instead? I think it'd be a bitttt more interesting. And it'd work pretty well in a world with fantasy elements like magic and curses and spells and whatnot.

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VILLAIN PERSONALITY TYPES PT 2

Here’s the second part! 

Hopefully someone finds this useful or I would’ve wasted an entire day on this. Hahaha..ha...ha...

Anyway, here’s part 1.

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VILLAIN PERSONALITY TYPES PT 1

Did I spend a whole day making this when I should have been studying for my exam instead? Yes. I’m dumb like that. 

But anyway, enjoy. 

Here’s the second part.

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One Sentence Premise Tag

Describe your wips in one sentence.

Thanks for tagging me @chris-the-dragonslayer 😊

I haven't worked on my wip in ages, hopefully this will get me out of my slump.

The End - What does it mean to be fae when you don't have a single ounce of magic in you?

I'm gonna tag @writingrailroad and @lemonayyyyyde

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I'm gonna send a shitty pun to as many followers as I can because I can

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I've been messaging too many people and now tumblr only lets me message people i follow so i guess i'll have to follow all my followers

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Damn tumblr won't let the messages send even after I've followed the people i'm sending them too so it looks like i'll have to send asks

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I think i'm just gonna try again tomorrow

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Apparently I can only message 50 people until tumblr stops me and I have to wait

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What is your favourite kind of character? (Sassy, sweet etc)

My favourite's the kind that's really rough and gruff on the outside but is actually a hugeeee softie on the inside 😍