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**HE RESPONDED WITH "OH, I'M THE RIZZLER"**

***KILL ME***

SOS ME AND MY BROTHER TAUGHT OUR STEPMOM WHAT RIZZ MEANS AND NOW SHE'S CALLING OUR DAD THE RIZZLER

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wgshdwgd im sorry if youre not accepting snippet reqs </333

but could i req you write abt a villain who *everyone* is genuinely terrified of. and then the hero just politely tells them to shut the fuck up. like, villain could be monologuing or smth and hero would cut them off saying that they would really appreciate it if villain could finish up in the next hour or so because they dont want to miss bargain day at the supermarket.

uwah im sorry if i broke any rules </33 stay safe its a crazy world out there <333

"-Could you please just shut up?"

There was a moment of absolute, horrified silence. One man promptly fainted. Nobody seemed to breathe for a few seconds.

The villain turned, slowly, towards the protagonist.

They were on their knees on the floor, surrounded by armed guards ready to execute the various staff still in their building. Their expression was one of exhausted long-suffering, one hand pinching the bridge of their nose as if to stave off a headache.

"Excuse me?" the villain asked, oh so softly.

"Will you please stop talking?" The protagonist dropped their hand, levelling the villain with a look. "Like, if you're going to slaughter the lot of us, just do it, don't make us listen to the spiel first. It's been forty five minutes."

"Are you so eager to die?"

"No. But if I'm going to die, I think I'd like to get it over with. Otherwise, I'd like to just go about my day. I need to buy food before the shop closes and takeaway costs a fortune. I mean, bloody hell. Forty five minutes. Do you really think anyone here is listening?"

The villain stared.

"Like, not to be rude," the protagonist said. "But they're all scared out their minds. They are not processing the finer points of your monologue. It's just so unnecessary."

"I could cut out your tongue and feed it to you."

"You don't have anything better to do?"

"I could cut out their tongues," the villain swept a hand around the room, "and feed them to you. That sorts out dinner, doesn't it?"

"I mean, I'm vegan, and not a cannibal, but I appreciate you're more concerned with being menacing than actually addressing the issue."

The villain stared some more.

The protagonist stared back.

"The data I need is still downloading," the villain said, after a long moment. "If I let you leave, someone will do something stupid like try and call the police."

"Sure, sure. But the monologue."

"You don't enjoy the sound of my voice?"

"I wouldn't take it too personally. It's been a week. Bit overstimulated, to be honest. Anyone's voice right now feels a bit like a cheese grater on my nerve endings."

"A bit like a cheese grater."

"No offense."

The villain blinked at them, slow and somewhat incredulous. "A cheese grater."

The protagonist shrugged.

"I'm assuming you didn't miss who I am in the last forty five minutes," the villain said.

"No."

"And yet."

"It's not that you're not terrifying," the protagonist said. "I just - forty five minutes. Humans aren't set up to be this stressed for forty minutes. My head is killing me. Processing all this - if you don't kill us - is going to be hard enough without having to fit in all the life admin I'm not currently getting done."

"Come here."

"...what?"

The villain crooked a finger to beckon the protagonist forward.

The protagonist swallowed, eyeing the villain warily, but didn't make them ask again. With a glance at the armed henchmen, they shuffled forwards to the spot the villain had gestured at their feet.

"You know," the villain said, "it's been a very long time since anyone has talked back to me."

"Sorry. I'm really not trying to be rude."

"No," the villain mused, head tilting with something alarmingly like curiosity as the protagonist came to a stop. "You're really not, are you? Turn."

"...turn?"

The villain gestured again, to indicate that the protagonist should face away from them.

"...You can't just give me all the orders at once? I get this is more dramatic, but I probably wouldn't be trying your patience as much if-"

The villain seized the nape of the protagonist's neck, like scruffing a kitten, making their breath catch.

Everyone watched for the inevitable torment. The punishment. The kill.

The villain's fingers dug into the knots of tension in the protagonist's neck, power sparking up the touch.

The protagonist sagged. "Holy shit," they breathed.

"Better?"

"Um. I mean - yes - but -"

"Good." The villain glanced up to the henchmen. "Shoot everyone else."

"What? Wait - no -"

The sound was deafening.

Then the silence was, once again, absolute.

"You didn't have to do that," the protagonist whispered. "I didn't mean - if I offended you -"

"Oh, you didn't, don't worry. That's why you're still alive. Tell me about yourself."

The villain's grip stayed unrelenting on the back of the protagonist's neck, holding them securely in place.

"T-tell-?"

"We still have ten minutes," the villain said, in a tone of great patience, "before the download completes. Tell me about yourself. I shouldn't be the one doing all the talking, after all. It's very rude of me, isn't it?"

Hesitantly, the protagonist talked, watching the blood pool on the floor. What else was there to do?

The computer finally gave a quiet beep to indicate that the download was complete.

"Good. Very good." The villain gave the protagonist's neck another gentle enough squeeze. "Now. Let's go grocery shopping," the villain said cheerfully. "Up you get. Dinner's on me."

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The worst part about this situation was that they couldn't see Leader. Separated by a thin wall, the team in one room, and their once proud leader in the next with the villain. Protests, screaming, shouting as their silent Leader was dragged out of their room. Not even five minutes later, the howling set off. Everyone was horrified, Youngest started crying.

All this because of a few raunchy words from the team. The worst part wasn't that they couldn't see Leader, no.

It was how Leader stopped screaming so abruptly.

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Whumpee: How do you do that? Act like nothing bothers you?

Leader: Step one: Bottle up emotions.

Whumpee: Okay-

Leader: Step two: Molotov Cocktail.

Caretaker, from the background: Leader, no!

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Pov: My dog watching me walk circles around the kitchen island while chanting "The world is quiet here"

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Hey there! I just wanted to ask, is there any inspiration behind the short story you posted recently? :]

HI! Yes actually, lol, I got inspired by a few playlists on YouTube. A dramatic violin one, and a hero villain one.

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The sky burned an orange-brownish hue, smoke and fire coating everything in sight. The end of the world, a battle between hero and villain. What was he even fighting for anymore? Not a single scream ringed from the distance, not a bird's chirp, not car tires, not police signals... The only sound was the heavy breathing, and the metallic clashing of a sword against a saber. Nothing was left, and the villain had made sure of that. But, even now, they danced on top of bodies and wreckage. This time was the last. Maybe the hero didnt want to win. If he won, then where would he go? Nowhere. There was nothing left on this world for anyone. Not for evil, and not for good. The villain had always tormented the hero, his conniving words and manipulative strategies catching hold of the hero in the worst ways. Somehow, it had all led to this. The end of it all. Nobody else was left, nobody. Just the hero and the villain, interlocked in one last waltz.

Embers and smoke choked his lungs as he panted, his hands shaky, and his stance sloppy. Not that the villain was doing much better. Both were bruised and bloody, exhausted and unsafe with their motions. The hero was jagged with each stab, whilst the villain used more grace in his fluid slashes. Opposite energy, yet the fight had gone on for what felt like ever. The hero threw up his sword, blocking yet another attack from the villain. The two stood like that for a few seconds, eyes locked on each others, sea blue versus a deep gray. The hero feels the exhaustion creeping up his spine, his movements growing ever the more sluggish... Then, the villain pauses. Looks over the hero, eyes narrowed. The hero doesent know what to make of this stop. He stays still, watching as well, his sword lowering in his shaky arms. He'd never really looked at the villain before. Never really acknowledged what he didnt know. The villain's ever-present mask was cracked in the corner, showing the upper right of his head. Tufts of pitch black curls peek from the gaping entrance, fierce scars and sweat shining through. Then, the villain reached up. Up, up. Behind his bead, to the back of his mask. The hero's eyes widened, his limited breath hitching in his throat. The mask unclipped, slipping off, falling. Gone. The hero, bewildered, looked the villain dead in the eyes like he never had before. Why does he recognize that face? Where has he seen this man, maybe before the scars? Then, it clicks. The hero steps back, confusion and panic ringing in his ears as the villain looked on, emotionlessly. Statues. Murals. Paintings. Books, art, media, temples, The Legend. The first hero, the one who had disappeared into the shadows after... After killing the villain. The face of the first True Hero, the one fables and songs were written about. Scarred, angry, distrusting, looking right back at the hero. Millions of questions ran through the hero's mind, his sword clattering onto the pavement. So many things he wanted to say, to do, to ask to this hero turned villain.

But the only word that came out of his mouth was a strangled, quiet, "Why..?"

The villain had no change of emotion, betrayed no thought or feeling. The villain just stepped closer, saber in hand. His hand rose, ready to blow one last, fluid strike.

The hero didn't even flinch when the steel pierced his heart.

The villain caught the hero before his body hit the floor, holding him up by the arms. His eyes hardened, looking down at the pathetic, confused face of this hero. Sinking with the body, the villain dropped to his knees with the hero's corpse on his lap. Pushing his hair back, he took a good look at the hero's face for the last time. He redirected his gaze upwards, into the hazy dark sky. He did it. Everything, gone, all destroyed.

It was what he'd always wanted, ever since he'd been revealed to the truth of his world.

So why did he feel so sick?

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this might be one of my favourite compliments ive ever had

YOURE fronking awesome

Eheheheh no YOU

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SOS ME AND MY BROTHER TAUGHT OUR STEPMOM WHAT RIZZ MEANS AND NOW SHE'S CALLING OUR DAD THE RIZZLER

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progression summary of 'poor jack' from the nightmare before Christmas because i feel like it's under appreciated

-oh no I fucked up

-I ruined everything wtf was I thinking

-imma just go find cave to sit in until I die

-its not like I fucked up on purpose

-I mean they didn't have to fucking shoot me did they

-oh well I was pretty cool while doing it

-and I absolutely smashed halloween I did amazing on that

-that's probably why they called me the pumpkin ki- ohhhhh

-I get it now ok halloween is awesome again my motivation is back

-oh yea i should probably go fix christmas

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Silly little goblin named rock

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Jack Skellington did nothing wrong. I too would want to make an entire town participate in my new special interest. He just had a lot of autism swag

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I made a thing :)

First stylus drawing in two years

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Help I have a Hatsune Miku figurine and my bf is telling me that I'm growing an obsession so I jokingly created a Pinterest board just for Miku fanart before realizing after 592 Miku images saved too late that I was, indeed, very obsessed with Hatsune Miku

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Of Saints and Sinners fanart! From the latest chapter. By Morningstar writes!

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Here's a piece of art I did. :)

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hey! i was tagged in your question - i'm the author who wrote the radioapple fic (where lucifer is hoarding alastor's stuff lol)

YES YES HI

Ok I need the namee

I exited out of the tab and I wasn't signed in :((((

AND LOOKIT

THEY'RE ZOOMIN