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😵😰

Noooooo, I will rescue you Goldie!

Free that gold star this instant, you monster! 😭

I will give you 5 gems for it! 💎💎💎💎💎

Free it! Please!

Where are those blasted hero and villain rescuer caretakers when you need them 🫣

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I noticed! I was so confused when that happened, I kept checking if I had accidentally posted instead of queueing XD A really cool coincidence!

I'm so glad my masterlist was helpful!!!! :D I put so much work into that hehe 😆 I need to find the time and energy to add new authors, I can't believe it's been 2 years! 😲

(And yes, Tumblr calls them blogs :))

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{Awesome art btw! 😀 The star is so cute! You, triangle, are very scary. But I love your art style! }

Wellcome to the Villain flea market™

Have you stolen too much this year? Gotten bored of those ancient jewels? Is your lair getting too full of rare stuff that doesn't give you the wow factor anymore? Well, I might have something for you!

Introducing the Villain flea market™

Try selling your stolen goods here at the Villain flea market™! The market that is only once a year, just for villains like you! 🫵

(And for the heroes out there! Altho, the rules state that there are no heroes allowed. Heroes can still try to join, as breaking rules just to sell your stuff is quite a… villainous thing to do. But we do recommend dawning a disguise 🥸)

Don’t have a stall to sell out of? Don’t worry! We at the Villain flea market™ can help you, with this little Picrew made just for this occasion: Villain Market stall

(Note: you do not need to make a picture if you don’t want to! Text only is fine)

Here is my stall! 🐇🌙

I got 4 items on sale for you today!

First up we got my favorite Spheal pokemon card, ain’t he cute? I stole this one along with all the other cards from a scalper some month back.

Second item is this strange hat, I think it’s some earth fashion since that is where I stole it from. It’s too heavy for me, so I’ll trade it for a cuter and lighter hat.

Next up we got an orb of eternal flame. It’s a nice orb of eternal flame. But with it, my room is too warm to sit with a blanket, so I would rather sell it. And no, I won't tell you where I got it from.

And at last I got one crate of fresh bananas! I’ll give you one bannana for free, it’s rich in potassium!

Tagging:

@heroes-villains-side-blog, @hopefullywritingahit, @rainy-knights-of-villany, @hufflepuffwritingstuff2, @bluejay-in-flight and anyone that wants to join.

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I'm joining! Here's my stand! And I will have 1 banana please 🍌*nomnomnom*

On my most diabolical stand I have:

The My Gold star I stole from @quixoticfro, rightfully earned from @puddleslimewrites here

Antique typewriter stolen from a famous author - how the heck did they get their civilian hands on it is a mystery.

Cape of an ex-hero who finally saw the dark side. Made of faux fur, they used it to console civilians, villains can use it to console their minions or for fragile loot.

Look at how well the soft fur cradles this ancient scroll! This scroll tells the mournful tale of a cruel heroine princess who killed the greatest thief in all the land who did no wrong! (except, y'know, the thievery. because they were a villain.)

Then we have my henchmen training disk I bought from a wonderful team of villains :)

This gold + green amulet I stole when I was perusing the evidence room of some small town police department. It glows sometimes. (ooc credits: @jelloapocalypse)

My last item for sale! A completely ordinary and non-sentient knitted golem. No returns, no refunds under ANY circumstances. (ooc credts: @fernacular)

As for those purple things hanging on my stand, I don't know what those are. My henchman set it up. Thank you, Henchman! You're the best!

@chaoticgoodthief @arcaneresourcesguildlair @evilblr @hic-iacet-arma-crystallina @heroicblr @world-of-fire-and-flight @100percentevil @wacko-weirdo @little-so1diers @surplus-of-sarcasm @cassidysinferno

Wellcome to the Villain flea market™

Have you stolen too much this year? Gotten bored of those ancient jewels? Is your lair getting too full of rare stuff that doesn't give you the wow factor anymore? Well, I might have something for you!

Introducing the Villain flea market™

Try selling your stolen goods here at the Villain flea market™! The market that is only once a year, just for villains like you! 🫵

(And for the heroes out there! Altho, the rules state that there are no heroes allowed. Heroes can still try to join, as breaking rules just to sell your stuff is quite a… villainous thing to do. But we do recommend dawning a disguise 🥸)

Don’t have a stall to sell out of? Don’t worry! We at the Villain flea market™ can help you, with this little Picrew made just for this occasion: Villain Market stall

(Note: you do not need to make a picture if you don’t want to! Text only is fine)

Here is my stall! 🐇🌙

I got 4 items on sale for you today!

First up we got my favorite Spheal pokemon card, ain’t he cute? I stole this one along with all the other cards from a scalper some month back.

Second item is this strange hat, I think it’s some earth fashion since that is where I stole it from. It’s too heavy for me, so I’ll trade it for a cuter and lighter hat.

Next up we got an orb of eternal flame. It’s a nice orb of eternal flame. But with it, my room is too warm to sit with a blanket, so I would rather sell it. And no, I won't tell you where I got it from.

And at last I got one crate of fresh bananas! I’ll give you one bannana for free, it’s rich in potassium!

Tagging:

@heroes-villains-side-blog, @hopefullywritingahit, @rainy-knights-of-villany, @hufflepuffwritingstuff2, @bluejay-in-flight and anyone that wants to join.

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I really really like this...

Why? I don't like romance...

Do I? 🤔

Hmmmmmmmmm

This was really sweet! I think I like that this could be interpreted (because that's how it was interpreted by me) as not that romantic but strong love anyway. Like a form of a QPR

Always

Villain tried to shut the door, but Henchman was too fast, catching it by its edge before the gap could fully disappear.

“Found you," they said, half threat, half croon. They shoved into the house, knocking Villain back a few steps.

"What are you doing here?" Villain said, catching themself on the coatrack and nearly pulling it down on top of themself.

Henchman reached over Villain's head to steady it and then stayed there. Peeling back the nonchalance plastered over their shame. Taking in their altered form.

"Where have you been?" they countered, soft, knuckle raised gently against Villain's cheek before abruptly dropping again.

"Here. There. What does it matter? You found me." Villain ducked under their arm and hobbled slowly to the couch. Henchman's heavy step traveled in the opposite direction, followed by the click of the door closing, then the steps tramped back toward them. By the time Villain had plopped down on the couch cushion Henchman was kneeling in front of them. For an instant, it was like nothing had changed. Total fealty.

Villain stopped their hand short before they could touch Henchman's head. It felt wrong when they were so utterly weak. There had always been a balance, Henchman so physically intimidating, and Villain thrumming with destructive power. The upper hand, the reason for such devotion, had been crystal clear. Now, Villain could wither and scatter under Henchman's expectations.

"You completely disappeared." Henchman laid their head in Villain's lap anyway. "You were hurt and I got worried. But you didn't answer my calls. You didn't tell anyone where you were going. It's taken me 8 months to track you down. It's like you were trying to avoid me."

Villain sighed, dropping their rigidness and succumbing to the urge to stroke back Henchman's hair. It was just as soft as they remembered, thick and fluffy like an animal pelt. They twirled a piece above their ear, but avoided Henchman's watching eyes as they responded, "I was done for and everyone knew it. It was better to step down and disappear than wait for someone else to assassinate me."

Henchman reached up and took loose hold of Villain's wrist. Why was their gaze so earnest? Didn't they know? Didn't they feel the difference in them? Shouldn't that past awe and adoration be visibally dying at the sight of them?

"I would've protected you," Henchman said.

"I didn't want you to. I have too many enemies. You would have been hurt."

"Then you should've told me. I would've come with you."

"I didn't want that either."

Henchman flinched, and Villain was struck with a stab of guilt. That wasn't entirely true. Of course, Villain had wanted Henchman with them. Of course, it was agony knowing they couldn't even say goodbye. But anything but a clean break would have been worse. They couldn't just ask Henchman to give up their position, goals, and standing for life of nothing. No, more than that, they couldn't bear to see Henchman's devotion grow into disdain. The loss of their powers was the loss of their worth. Henchman would've clung to the threads of their memories but ultimately, Villain would have failed them.

Henchman dropped Villain's wrist but huddled in a little closer. "And...now that I'm here?"

Villain's heart panged. "You should go back."

Henchman hugged tight around Villain's legs, almost like a lifeline. "Why?"

Moment of truth. Time to make this permanent. “I’m not going back.”

“I know.”

“I can’t. I’m ruined. Those heroes took everything when they stripped me and left me for dead."

"I know."

"And even if I wasn’t. I still wouldn’t go back. I was getting tired. Losing focus. That's how they got me in the first place."

“I know.”

Why did they keep saying that? Obviously, they did not know if they could be so casual. This was the rest of their life!

“Henchman, I can’t give you anything anymore. I don't have the influence or power to protect you. I can't bring about a bright new world. I'm spent. A pathetic shell. You should find another person to serve. I'll never be able to give you what you want."

Henchman turned their head up at them. "Why would I want any of that?"

Villain choked. "Don't you?"

"Maybe when I was a kid. Things change over a couple decades." They lifted their head and sank back on their heels. "Your powers were amazing. It's true that they drew me to you. But I never stuck around for that. Or for the status. You're just so..." Henchman broke off, face crinkling as they searched for the word. Finally, they shrugged. "I don't know; it's too big. You spent so long taking care of me. Looking out for me. Giving me chances I didn't think I deserved. Let me do the same for you." Henchman took their hand in both of theirs, hesitantly kissing one knuckle. "Just let me be with you."

Villain flushed a little. They'd always been close. Close enough for feelings. Close enough for both to recognize it in the other. But there had never seemed to be a right time to acknowledge them out loud.

"Do you really not want me here?" Henchman said at Villain's extended silence.

"You'd be ok with a normal life?" Villain pressed. "No powers, no schemes, no money, just me?"

"It's always been just you."

Villain slid off the couch and onto the floor in front of Henchman. "Of course, I want you here."

They couldn't keep their voice from cracking in the middle and the next thing they knew they were folded up in Henchman's arms. They melted immediately. All the shame, fear, and frustration seemed to fade right out of them.

"I love you."

Henchman jolted a little, but as they pressed their head to Villain's, Villain saw a smile tugging at their lips. "Good. Then I'll always, always stay."

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I appreciate that it was Hero who figured it out first and took the initiative 🤩 — villains usually do that on Tumblr.

They still failed though. Badly. Twice. 🥲

Approaching Exam

CW: Language, mentions of exam, studying, Math and English

I'm held hostage by the education system so here is a story revolving that.

Hero's pen clicked over and over again as the slow wind trickled in through the window.

They hated exams, and sometimes, they hated studying more than the results themselves.

Hero sat in the quiet room, a closed-off sector of the library that could be rented out for a few hours in a day, and they were lucky enough to get into one after weeks of waiting. They could see why it was so popular after all; the walls in the room allowed for complete silence, and it put Hero at ease despite the slight eerie sense of being alone. Their eyes glanced up at the sky through the window. The clouds moved so slowly, yet time seemed to go by fast. It made their stomach turn at the idea of being unable to get past the first page of the exam when it did happen, and time would slip by them before they got the chance to complete any of the answers. Their eyes flickered back down onto their page at the mathematical equations listed out in front of them.

"Fuck me." they sighed and ran their fingers through their hair. If Hero could trade their life as a student to become a full-time hero, they would, but being a hero didn't pay as well these days and eventually, as they entered adulthood further, they would need to look for a proper job.

'How annoying,' they thought.

The door knocked softly, and Hero turned in their seat as the entrance creaked slightly; their time wasn't up already, was it? They stared at the clock. About half an hour remained still, in walked what looked to be a familiar face, but Hero couldn't put where they'd seen them before. Their brows furrowed when their eyes met.

"Excuse me." The stranger spoke, "Is this room E1B?" They sheepishly laughed at the setting. "I think I'm supposed to be in here today." 

Hero pulled out their phone and checked the schedule they were emailed, "Mmm nope, it says here that this is my room."

The stranger turned their phone toward them as well, "Well, it looks like we got double-booked."

Hero leaned back on their chair, it looked like they'd be having company after all. With a small gesture of the head, Hero directed their new friend to the chair opposite the table. "Sorry." They mumbled they weren't sure why they were apologizing; it was the system's fault for scheduling two persons in the same room within the same hours.

They studied the new character as they set down their items and pulled out the chair. Hero wasn't planning on staring too much, but when someone looked this familiar to them, it was hard to look away. 

They turned their focus back onto their page, still stuck on question 6 out of 30. The practice exam had to be more challenging, and there was no way Hero would make it through tomorrow if they couldn't get this done today.

Sarah is a civil engineer working on a project to design a curved ramp for a pedestrian bridge in a city park. 

Hero ran their pencil under the words.

The ramp needs to smoothly connect two different levels of the park while adhering to safety regulations and accessibility standards. Sarah decides to use a curved shape for the ramp, represented by the function y=√x​, where y represents the height of the ramp at a given distance x along its length.

Hero sighed and ran their fingers through their hair; they were so bored. Why was Sarah even a civil engineer? With all that money to get through the education and become one, she could've instead lived comfortably and married a nice rich husband, assuming her status was at least middle class.

This scenario was so unrealistic, plus it's like ten times harder for women to get into male-dominated fields because of sexism. Hero rolled their eyes and skipped the question. They flipped their page and glanced back at the stranger now reading a book, but what caught them by surprise was their hand, idly twisting a blue highlighter they felt they recognized.

From the back of their memory, Hero recalled a similar situation. 

They sat on the floor bound by a rope. The mission of the day wasn't going as well as they had hoped, and Hero was left at the mercy of Villain while the other sat a few feet away from them on what looked to be a large desk. From their perspective, they could hardly make out what the computer screen in front of Villain was saying, but they could certainly see the way Villain effortlessly twirled the pen between each finger. They always wondered how they did that. 

As soon as their memories left them, it had become apparent. The familiar face across them was Villain.

But what could they be doing here?

There was no way Villain was seriously studying how to annotate for what looked to be an English exam. For some reason, Hero never took Villain for being a student themselves. To be fair, they sort of assumed most villains weren't necessarily part of any civilian activity, and certainly, no villain should be a student of the city they tried destroying. 

Man... if Hero could get Villain to destroy the school facility, they wouldn't be studying at all. However, seeing how diligently Villain remained focused on their work made Hero no longer interested in convincing them.

'Oh God,' Hero turned their face away from their direction, 'What if Villain recognized me and didn't say anything?!' In their bag, Hero knew they kept their dagger just in case they should ever be kidnapped by any particularly vengeful villain; they just didn't think it would be this person of all; they never seemed too fond of doing more than their work let them. Hero swallowed; in that case, they should prepare for a sudden attack if it did occur; there was just no way this was all a coincidence.

Booking two students into the same room? Are you kidding me? The system never messes up. This was clearly a ploy set up to kill Hero.

Their nervousness was felt as soon as their leg began to jump noticeably, shaking the table, much to Villain's delight.

"Excuse me," They set their eyes on them. Hero froze, "Please don't shake the table. I can't write."

"Uh-- sorry."

Hero reached down and unzipped their bag, slowly creeping the knife to their side; they would attack first; Villain wouldn't even see it coming. After unsheathing the blade from its case, Hero measured the distance between the two of them. The table really wasn't that large enough to stop Hero from jumping over it; maybe if they grabbed their arm or the collar of their shirt before throwing Villain down, they would have the upper hand. If that didn't work, maybe a kick or knocking a few items from the table for a distraction. 

Hero remained focused on Villain as their enemy remained unaware. Maybe they were aware and had already thought of all the different counterattacks they could use against them. In that case-- the element of surprise was most valuable.

"What?" Villain frowned at them. Hero shook themselves out of their head; they must've been unknowingly staring for too long. Well, no point in getting embarrassed over it now.

Hero's grip tightened on the handle of the dagger as they chuckled nervously, "Oh, I was just wondering--" They jumped from the table and shoved the blade in Villain's direction. With a calculated move, Villain swiftly moved their head, catching their wrist with their other hand but knocking themselves out of the chair. 

Hero jumped away from them, their ankle stung from accidentally hitting themselves on the edge of the table just as they moved. Villain didn't waste any time and lunged at them, quickly covering the space between them.

A solid blow to their stomach sent Hero stumbling back, and the dagger fell from them with a soft clank; they sunk to their knees, holding themselves from instinctively vomiting.

Villain grabbed the weapon and rushed to the open window, quickly locking it in place and closing its blinds. The room was a lot darker than Hero expected. Had that window always had shutters?

Hero hesitantly stood back up. The sharp metallic edge was pointed in their direction. "Don't even think about trying that again."

Their shoulder tensed at the thought of their next plan; they could run out that door, but what were the odds that Villain had already sent back up to encircle the place, and how would they keep civilians from getting hurt?

Villain licked their lips and inched closer, "Who sent you?" they demanded. 

"Huh?" Was Villain genuinely asking them that? Wait-- did Villain not recognize them?

They laughed softly at the idea of having figured out their enemy's identity before them. 

Hero, the idiot who couldn't get past question 6 on the practice math exam, could easily identify Villain. All this time, they had been under the impression that Villain was intellectually superior to them in every way, and although that may be the case, they were not one for remembering faces. It made part of Hero feel tremendous.

"No one." 

Their bag still contained a few other items of use, such as a small smoke grenade that would definitely come in handy. Hero would have to go online and do the practice exam from their computer; there was no way in hell they'd be able to collect all their things and run. 

Villain wasn't feeling very entertained with the prospect of having to forcibly recall to the best of their ability what they'd done to be assassinated during their downtime. Without letting their eyes leave the other student, they walked toward Hero's bag and reached down; Hero felt a sweat come on; did they know they were hiding more tools in there?

"Hey, don't go and steal my lunch money, alright?"

"Shut up." They pulled the tag attached to the bag and examined the student ID card intently; it looked like an actual student identification card, though the name didn't ring a bell at all. 

"Villain, I'm actually offended that you don't know who I am."

"My bad, I wasn't aware there was an exam for memorizing faces as well." They tilted their neck from side to side, examining Hero's unmoving position. 

Nothing about them stood out, but this person knew their name and must be a hero, at the least, seeing how their only sense of heroism was throwing themselves in danger-- a common feature among most heroes, but that didn't narrow down which hero, in particular, they were looking at.

"Not even my voice?" Hero glanced at them with a slight pout.

Their enemy racked their brain, still clueless about their identity, and their hands roamed around the pieces of paper Hero was working on. "Whatever, are you even a real student or did you just come here to distract me?" 

Hero didn't reply with anything other than a shrug. They didn't initially come to attack Villain, but they also couldn't let Villain live freely within their presence. 

Villain raised the practice exam questions to their face, reading the sheet as if searching for answers to help them understand who they were up against. "You didn't even do most of these right. How did you get 1.6667? It's not even listed in the multiple choice."

They threw down the booklet onto the table; Hero blushed, "I'm not good at that stuff. But don't change the topic, alright? I could've killed you if I wanted to."

"But you didn't." They smirked.

The door pushed open again, and Villain hurriedly tucked the dagger away.

"Excuse me~" A young woman and a few of her other friends stood outside, "We reserved this room for 6 pm...?"

Villain looked at the clock and then back at the group. "We'll be leaving now. Sorry about that." They looked at Hero and egged them to get to cleaning their mess. Their feet moved, albeit nearly struggling to keep themselves upright from the pain of their ankle. They should've been a lot more careful when it came to spatial awareness. Now wasn't the time to mull on that, though. 

Once they had left the library, Villain headed in the direction of their exit. "You still following me?" They spoke, almost irritated.

"You have my dagger, and I would like it back. Please." With a short flick of the wrist, Villain dismissed their request and continued on their way down the flight of stairs. Hero had momentarily wondered what would happen if they had just gotten on with it already, pushed Villain down the stairs and took back their knife. It wasn't like anyone saw it happen anyway; no one stuck around this long after hours, not even the faculty. 

Villain abruptly stopped in their tracks, still a little ahead of them. "Hero?"

"Yes?"

With a slight smile tracing their face, Villain spun their head around to look up at them. For a second, Hero was lost at what they were so happy about until it hit them, and they responded to their name at Villain's call. 

"Fuck you."

Villain simply hummed, satisfied, and moved on.

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i love when sibling characters are fucked up from the same event but in opposite ways

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Evilblr, I fear I'm Not evil enough, Do you have any EVIL Sidequests for me ?

You are ALWAYS evil enough as long as you’re trying, your best is the best.

Pet the nearest cat while chuckling maliciously.

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#gold star to anyone who can guess Vigilante's power c;

I was going to guess mind reading too!

You shall also rue the day Don Quixote! (@quixoticfro) I shall avenge my gold star!!!!

I love this series, puddle friendo! I love learning about the little super goings on, and even non-super ones in a superhero universe! (No surprise there though, my blog name lol)

Coffee Shop (Part 5)

Vigilante

Part 1 (Hero) / Part 2 (Civillian) / Part 3 (Villain) / Part 4 (Superhero)

"Vigilante." Superhero breathed a harsh sigh.

Vigilante bumped their shoulder and grinned. "In the flesh. Relax, what are you so wound up for?" They were all too chipper for Superhero's taste. As per usual.

Superhero frowned and went back to watching the store. They couldn't let the wannabe hero distract them.

Undeterred, Vigilante leaned on the wall and remained where they were. "So? What's up?" they tried again, tone ever light and friendly.

Superhero tried not to grind their teeth. "What's up," they bit out, "is confidential. Now be quiet."

"Awww, mean as ever I see."

Superhero made note of two more people entering. Civillians by the looks of them. But then again, everyone who came and went appeared as such. Even the known villains were hard to spot. Was that another effect of the strange energy surrounding the place? Did it provide anonymity as well?

"Maybe you're just losing your edge, hm?"

Superhero ignored the voice in their ear. Vigilante's presence was irrelevant right now. Hero still wasn't out yet. Had they run into trouble? They hadn't ruled out that the place was a front for underground activities. If Hero was in trouble, they'd have to decide if they should go in or call for-

"They're probably just enjoying a drink. You should try one."

No, calling for back up wasn't necessary. It'd draw too much attention, too. Sidekick was away on another mission-

"-nice Chamomile might calm your nerves. Give you a break for once-"

Movement caught their eye. Superhero's focused shifted sharply...only to see a squirrel sifting through the trash. They checked their phone. Still no word from Hero.

"-eriously, the mocha I had last week-"

Superhero closed their eyes and tried to concentrate on the invisible force. It encompassed the whole building, hovering just on the surface, like background noise they would only hear when they listened for it.

The chatter in their ear died down. Superhero opened their eyes and was disappointed to see that the thorn in their side was still there. Vigilante had a curious look on their face, like they were tasting something they couldn't describe.

"You can actually feel that? Huh," they said quietly, more to themself than to Superhero. Then they looked up, their friendly smile brighter than before. "Find anything out about it?"

Superhero grit their teeth. They took a deep breath and made sure they made a show of clenching and releasing their fists. "How many times," they said slowly, softly, "must I tell you to mind your own business?"

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#i'm imagining they're wearing like#a fedora and a long beige coat#standing across the street in the shadows#very inconspicious superhero

Hehe, awesome disguise! Just add a moustache and newspaper with holes cut out of it and you're set! 🕵

#10pts to whoever guesses superhero's power#i feel like it's kind of vague so have fun with it :3

Ah-ha! My chance to shine!

I'm guessing power blasts, the similar material as the coffee shop's force field — hence the itching

Coffee Shop (Part 4)

Superhero

Part 1 (Hero) / Part 2 (Civillian) / Part 3 (Villain) // Part 5 (Vigilante)

Superhero scowled at the store across the street. Hero had gone in over three hours ago and still had yet to so much as send a status report. They were out of costume, but remained disguised to draw as little attention as possible.

Unlike most, Superhero could actually sense the odd energy that encompassed the building and its surrounding area. They knew something was off - and it wasn't because the place was crawling with criminals. No matter how hard they squinted or how near they went they couldn't see whatever it was that surrounded the otherwise rather inconspicuous shop. Even so, they were certain there was something there. It made their skin itch whenever they tried to go through the door.

Despite their reputation, Superhero thought it best not to take any high risks with a villain hotspot. So they sent Hero in to investigate in their stead.

They were sure the strange aura was what kept the building standing throughout that first week of relentless attacks. Superhero was among the first to view the place with distrust and wasn't proud to admit they were one of the attackers who put that 'invincible' claim to the test. They really had been reckless...but no matter now. Now, they set to figure out why even the most destructive of powers couldn't put so much as a dent in the door.

Superhero was getting anxious. They weren't used to sitting on the sidelines and Hero was taking far too long.

Superhero's eyes narrowed as someone left the shop. The person waved in Superhero's direction but Superhero ignored them, assuming they must have been taken for someone else. They continued watching the door as if staring for long enough would make the barrier finally appear visible before their eyes.

"Glaring from across the street won't get you a free drink, you know."

Superhero would never admit how badly they startled at the sudden voice.

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#10 points to whoever can guess what Villain's power might be

Argh, I lost 10 points! (Though I was likely going to be wrong)

You'll rue the day Starlight Glimmer! (@the-starlit-authoress) I shall have my revenge! And my points!

Now, what tag do I use for "can read emotions"? 🤔

Coffee Shop (Part 3)

Villain

Part 1 (Hero) / Part 2 (Civilian) // Part 4 (Superhero) / Part 5 (Vigilante)

"Mind if I sit here?"

Hero flinched, head snapping up from their scribbled notes. They eyed the newcomer before giving a stiff nod. Suspicion ebbed into curiosity as the stranger sat across from them. There was something...familiar, about the person.

Villain tried to stifle their amusement as they watched Hero go back to writing in their little book. It was clear their enemy didn't know who they were. Otherwise, they surely wouldn't have accepted the request.

Honestly, they hadn't expected to see the crime fighter here of all places.

"So...come here often?"

Villain smiled ever so slightly. There was an awkward quirk to Hero's tone. To anyone else it might have been convincing but Villain knew they were fishing for information. They decided to indulge Hero. Villain did come over to see what they were up to, after all.

"I do," Villain hummed. "I'd say I'm a regular at this point. I've never seen you here before. First time?"

"Yes, I, um. I decided to try something new today." Hero glanced away from them to scan the rest of the cafe. To think they would take their eyes off Villain so easily. They would have laughed if it wouldn't give them away.

"Oh? What made you come here, specifically?" Villain pried.

There was a glint of suspicion in Hero's eyes that no one else would have seen. "I heard the coffee was good," they answered vaguely.

Ah, a lie - though well hidden, Villain would admit. Who knew the hero was so good at acting? They'd have to remember that in the future.

They could see Hero gearing up to ask something else in return but Villain stood with an apologetic smile when their alias was called at the counter.

"It was nice talking to you. Enjoy your coffee." They excused themself with easy pleasantries, as if they really were just strangers.

Hero nodded idly and pretended not to watch them as they left.

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I love that you add details about Civilian's thoughts and experiences! :))))

Coffee Shop (Part 2)

Civilian

Part 1 (Hero) // Part 3 (Villain) / Part 4 (Superhero) / Part 5 (Vigilante)

Civilian sighed at the ruckus outside. They'd been trying to ignore it until someone threw something at the window. Like everything else that posed a potential threat, it simply bounced off, leaving the glass unharmed.

The force field the owner put up was three things - invisible, invincible, and only present when needed. All Civilian had to do was serve coffee and break up any fights. Powers were easy to nullify with their own, but Civilian could hardly do anything if the cutomers started swinging fists at one another. Thankfully, most were too startled to find their powers gone to keep fighting.

When the noise finally died down they released a breath in relief.

Civilian was highly aware of the high villain traffic in these parts. Some of the most notable names in the city had stopped by on opening day, but, after seeing the shop for what it was, only returned for the occasional drink or pastry. Most of them surely knew Civilian by face, if not name. They grew used to the suspicious looks and exhausted of all the questions and thinly veiled threats. In the month since they opened most conversations with customers felt more like interrogations, so it was always nice (though rare) to get a customer that really did just want to know how their day was going.

Given the shop's popularity with less than savory characters, it was odd to see a hero walk in out of costume; and even more so when they didn't immediately start grilling Civilian on their morals or give a lecture on the ethics of not kicking known villains out of their shop. They simply ordered a latte and sat down.

Civilian mused on it for all of half a moment and decided not to worry about it. They made the drink, served the order, and went back to the register. They'd take a quiet hero any day.

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Haha, wow yeah :D

I think the trend on tiktok where people talk about heroes saving the world instead of their lover/vice versa for Villains is so funny because when I see that I can ONLY think about atla and LoK. Kuvira allows people to kill her fiancée just to ensure her plan to take over the earth kingdom succeeds, and before that AANG is going to give up mastering the avatar state, practically endangering the world, just because he didn't want to be separated from a girl that wasn't even his gf yet (Katara) like come on (TAGS)

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Fics of a touch starved villain with death powers x hero who's the only one immune.

The romance-repulsed and touch-averse in me ⚔ wanting to collect the whole set

Anyway. For 2 and 3, I named them myself, not the authors. I thought they were funny.

For your reading pleasure:

Two-parter, happy ending by @thepenultimateword backup links: part 1 part 2

What are you gonna do? Stab me? by @yourheartonfire backup link

Villain was being annoying and made Hero angry and is scared now by @bloodintheflowers backup link

My "analysis" of @bloodintheflowers' snippet if you scroll down :3

4. Deathtouched by @arealphrooblem backup links: part 1

Honorable mentions

Medusa as the villain by @watercolorfreckles backup link

Hero with destructive powers, four-parter, by @auratusaria

Art which fits the theme out-of-context, by @awkwardosthe3rd and @unfried-mouth-wheat backup link

Prompt. Hero with destructive fire powers who hurts everyone they touch, by @gingerly-writing backup link

Fire villain but oh no! It's raining! by @/thepenultimateword backup link

Spoilers and not exactly but fits the vibe kinda by @/thepenultimateword

To blogs that were tagged: This list has existed for over a year now I just didn't know whether to tag you guys. But I've decided I will because you guys obviously have some interest in common + consider it a version of: 🐾

More of #my evil library management (link)

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Finally! Been meaning to read this series but it keeps getting away from me!

The coffee shop isn't the only thing with a calming vibe! You really captured the calmness into the fic!

Coffee Shop (Part 1)

Hero

Part 2 (Civilian) / Part 3 (Villain) / Part 4 (Superhero / Part 5 (Vigilante)

Hero eyed the newcomer when the bell above the door announced their arrival. They only looked for long enough to note their appearance before turning back to their coffee. Their latte wasn't hot anymore, but they brought it to their lips to take a sip regardless. They let their eyes roam around the room, taking in the faces around them.

"Hi, what can I get for you?" The barista's cheery voice filtered in through the noise of other patrons drinking and chatting around them. They'd chosen a table by one of the large floor to ceiling windows. Hero wasn't used to this type of atmosphere. For a place supposedly full of villains, the shop was rather pleasant. Peaceful and calming, like a summer breeze.

Idly, Hero watched the barista turn their back to the customer to make their order. Their gaze flickered over the stranger's face before returning to the worker. They didn't recognize them - not from the files or personal encounters. They weren't a hero, nor a notable villain. A civilian then, perhaps.

There was only one worker today, but they'd been assured that this was normal and that the single staff member was 'perfectly capable' of 'managing affairs' on their own.

Hero's eyes landed on the name tag pinned to the barista's shirt when they turned around again. 'Civilian' certainly didn't look like a fighter, but Hero knew better than anyone that looks were deceiving. They tapped a pen to their notepad. They didn't have much written, hyper aware of the open environment they were in.

"Will that be all?" The worker had a pleasant smile, Hero noted as they took another sip of their lukewarm coffee. The signature customer service smile really did make them seem so unassuming.

When a 'neutral zone' for supers had been set up right in the middle of the city, it had obviously drawn attention. It wasn't official by any means and of course the heroes were skeptical of this announcement. The shop was frequented by both villains and civilians, though it was speculated that any civilians who dared go in were simply villains in disguise. Since its opening and the owner's declaration the shop stood untouched, as if no one had ever dared challenge the ludicrous claim.

And of course there had been those who dared. And yet, no matter how destructive the attacks, the little shop remained standing. Any disputes between patrons with powers were handled with minimal violence, though discourse seemed rare despite the nature of those who frequent it.

After sitting here for over an hour, Hero thought that perhaps that intel wasn't as incorrect as their agency believed. It was hard to get worked up in such a calming environment. The music was light and unobtrusive and the smell of coffee and pastries made it hard not to relax.

Everyone who went in used it for what it was - a coffee shop. An unusual, indestructible one, but a coffee shop nonetheless.

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Animal onesies!!!!!

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The Day The Superheroes Became Obsolete

Cameras flashed at Antihero, who shielded their eyes from the glare and rubbed at their temples. "Well, you've successfully rounded up every single supervillain in the city. How were you able to do what no superhero in the city was able to do?" Reporter asked.

"Spite," Antihero said.

Reporter laughed nervously. "I'm sorry?"

"You heard me. Spite. S-P-I-T-E, the cousin of malice. To make it a little easier for you to understand, the heroes annoyed me."

"And how did they annoy you?"

"They spent ages trying to get me to join them in their heroic group, and they wouldn't take no for an answer. Always pestering me about using my powers for good. Hypocrites. They used their powers to blow through buildings and beat up dudes dressed in animal onesies. Not buyin' it."

The other members of the press chuckled, but Reporter's jaw was set. "I fail to see how this is spiteful, Antihero. It seems like you're doing the community a great service."

"That's the part you haven't thought of. Now that the supervillains are gone, there is no need for superheroes. They are redundant. Their only job is gone. If they had left me alone, I would never have taken away their careers. If they had left me alone, I wouldn't have made them obsolete."

The room was silent. You could have heard a pin drop in there. "Does anybody else have any more questions?" Antihero asked, after an uncomfortably long pause. Everybody shook their heads and mumbled nos. "Good."

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if yall ever want like serious advice from me about how to solve burnout as a creative it's like...

literally ignore it. stop pushing. go do something else, enjoy your life, fill it with other things, do what brings you joy in the moment if you can.

go to the gym, take a walk to touch grass and look at dogs and smell flowers, cook dinner, watch tv with your friends, talk about your feelings as needed with ppl you trust, take a drive and blast your music, do the chores you need to do, the job hunting slog you need to do, read books that aren't for research, stop cordoning off your brain for The Craft or The Draft or whatever the fuck

forget about the project, stop thinking about it for as long as it takes to be excited again.

fuckin rest, basically