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sorry i’ve been so MIA but i swear i’m alive

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Villain x Hero Writing Prompt: The villain has been inactive for weeks, leaving the hero paranoid afraid of what the Villain's up to. The hero manages to find where the Villain lives and find them curled up in blankets on the sofa with a raging fever. Have fun with this prompt!

So sorry for the long wait! Hope you enjoy!

There were so many things the hero expected to find when they finally tracked the villain down. Spike pits full of snakes, shark tanks and iron maidens. Spiked fences and alligator moats or... at the very least a tripwire or two!

What they WEREN'T expecting was a cozy little cabin-looking house with a smoking chimney. Ivy covered much of the exterior brickwork, and the garden was overgrown, but nothing about the place was falling apart. Well worn in, but up-kept nonetheless.

Yet the hero had double and triple-checked their info. This was definitely the villain's house.

They hesitantly walked up to the door, taking a deep breath before knocking. They could hear the sound resonate through the house as they waited.

A few moments later, the door clicked and swung open seemingly on its own, with no one on the other side.

"Hello?" The hero called into the seemingly empty hallway.

No answer.

Slowly, they stepped in into the hallway.

The entire building was quiet save for what sounded like the murmur of a tv in a nearby room. The hero followed the noise, feet padding through the dark hallways until they stepped into what they assumed was a living room of some sort.

At least, that's what they guessed based on the presence of the TV, but they didn't have time to investigate further, as the sudden sound of a gun cocking in the darkness made them freeze.

"Don't. Move."

"Villain?" The hero asked, eyes glancing over to the direction of the voice, but they couldn't make out anything in the darkness.

"What are you doing here?" the voice asked again.

The hero squinted. The voice sounded like the villain, but... it also didn't? It was much more gravelly and rough, lower and more strained sounding.

"I was looking for you..." the hero replied in confusion, slowly turning to face the direction of the voice.

"Why," the voice accused.

"Nobody's heard from you for weeks; I wanted to know what you were planning..."

"I'm not-" the villain was cut off by an impromptu coughing fit. The hero winced, noting how hard and frankly painful it sounded.

"You're sick," the hero stated, connecting the dots.

"No- *cough* shit," was the snappy reply.

The hero took the chance, barely making out a light switch beside the door frame; they reached and flicked it on.

"Don't-!"

Too late. The room illuminated, revealing a small cozy living room. There were two windows with thick black curtains pulled across, a tv and a couch, upon which was a mountain of blankets with a head and a handgun poking out of them.

The villain winced, throwing an arm over their head to block the light from their eyes.

"Do you mind!?"

"Sorry, sorry-!" the hero replied. They could now see a floor lamp next to them, which they flicked on before turning the main lights off again.

In the dim glow, the villain lowered their arm, revealing just how horrible they honestly looked. Their eyes and nose were red, face pale and sickly, hair dishevelled and greasy.

"As you can see, I'm not doing anything so-"

"You look like hell," the hero stated, looking over the villain in front of them.

"Gee, thanks," they replied sarcastically, rubbing at their eyes.

"When was the last time you ate?" the hero asked in concern.

"Excuse me?" came the bewildered reply.

"When was the last time you ate something?" the hero pushed.

"Uhh..." the criminal floundered, brain foggy from being so sick, "I don't know? I- can't you just leave already!?"

"No! I'm not leaving you alone in this state!" The hero snapped indignantly, "How do you expect to get better if you're not eating anything!?"

"What are you, my mother?" the villain grumbled under their breath, "I'm telling you, get out of my house!"

The hero raised an unimpressed eyebrow, crossing their arms, "sure, all you have to do is make me. If you really don't need some help, it should be no problem for you,"

The villain extended their hand, aiming their gun at the hero. Before they could even think of something snappy to say, the hero's foot swung up, kicking the firearm out of the criminal's hand and up into the air. In what was practically a blur to the villain, the hero caught the weapon, emptied the bullets onto the floor, switched the safety on and tossed it over their shoulder.

"Anything else?"

There was a moment of silence where the stubborn villain simply stared, before finally caving, "ugh, whatever,"

"Perfect, now, I'm going to go make some soup while you close your eyes and try to get some sleep," The hero explained, snatching the TV remote to flick it off and then set it out of the villains reach.

Remarkably, the villain began to feel better after a day or so. And though they would swear up and down the hero had nothing to do with it, they both knew better.

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Catra: Prince of the Gays 🗣

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their kiss literally saved the universe lol

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why have we been going around for years claiming that richie is a walking crime against fashion and eddie is well put together

richie strolled into his reunion with his middle school friends he could barely remember with a fresh set of contacts and an expensive af suit

meanwhile eddie motherfucking kaspbrak rolled up in this montrocity:

SIR-

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got real mad about something today anyway whats the worst adaptation that youve ever seen ill go first the entireity of the marvel cinematic universe

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once, i met a girl in a dream and i loved her like a nightmare twice, i fell in love with darkness and thrice, she loved me back count to four, then count again her kisses taste of nighttime no sunlight left between our lips oh, it’s a fine line, indeed hate, love, lust, apathy sun, moon, stars, seas one of these is not like the others; one of these is not like us at all i love you, i hate you i miss you, i need you i want you, i don’t care these days, our kisses taste of death

the lines between | m.j. | commissioned by obscorum (via blakesgriffins)

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WHAT DOES THIS MEAN????

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How come we can’t just have villains anymore

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writing is so fun

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Reddie or not, here i come when you ask the night is young

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Commission for @icklevoldiepoo !!

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another outfit request

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anyway. eddie kaspbrak is a gay man. i know we all know this but it’s important to repeat it

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@kmcarras

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