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Hey! Hope your having a good day! If you want to, could you do a story where a supervillain typically goes easy on a group of rookie heroes, as he usually fights them just for fun, and could destroy them if he wanted.

He just lets them think they can beat him.

Then, something happens (maybe they cross a line, and one of the heroes tries to stop their team from crossing that line but they don't listen) where the supervillain shows them just how powerful he actually is?

Sure. Do you mind if we stop for ice cream?

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A Taste of Revenge

“You’ll never get away with this!” yelled one of the three Heroes from afar.

Supervillain smiled and just waved at them while flames and energy beams hit his forcefield without leaving a scratch. It was, in fact, the third time this month he was getting away with this.

The heroes were all new, of course. The town was too little for the closest hero agency to care about what was happening here, so they’d only sent their three youngest. Sometimes they popped in while he was minding his business. They always thought they’d found a way to break through his defenses, and were always wrong. He didn’t care much, amused by these three overgrown teenagers who were looking equally embarrassed and proud of their muscles, trying to speak loud to cover their awkwardness. There was no use hurting them. The hero agency would have sent someone competent in their place. If Supervillain was only mildly inconvenienced by them, and they were convinced to gloriously fight against evil, everyone was happy.

It was sunset. There was no time to sleep before another night’s work, but enough to take a break. Supervillain went home, put his citizen clothes on, called his cat who jumped on his shoulders, and went in his favorite ice cream shop. Coincidentally, it had a magnificent view on the shiny new heroes headquarters.

The door bell rang. The shop owner raised her head and smiled at him. He was a usual customer.

“Hello, Citizen.”

“Hello, sir. Hello to you two,” she added, nodding politely to his pet.

Supervillain smiled in return. To make sure he wouldn’t be ever recognized, he’d gotten a cat. Mister Whiskers was more than happy to follow him in his ice cream adventures, especially since Supervillain was the one who walked for them both. People asked to pet the kitty sometimes, but never gave his face a second glance.

“What will you take, sir?”

Supervillain pondered for a moment, answering then:

“When I was eight, my mother took me to see the ocean for the first time. I want three scoops of that memory flavor in a cup, please.”

“Right away, sir.”

She took a cup that she filled three times with white ice cream, then gently set her opened palms over it and closed her eyes. The scoops changed into a lovely turquoise. Mister Whiskers mewed with anticipation, opening and closing his mouth.

“And for the cat?”

“A kid scoop of Oyster-Caviar, lactose-free.”

She gave his orders to him. Supervillain thanked her and settled in his usual corner. While Mister Whiskers ate his own treat like he hadn’t already eaten thrice today, Supervillain took his time, glazing by the window. For the Heroes headquarters, it was the end of the day. Secretaries were pouring down the establishment. He looked at them with interest, wondering how many people was needed to manage three baby heroes. Sometimes they went in the ice cream shop, looking harassed, not giving him a second look. They never stayed long. It was just enough for him to memorize their faces and note their schedules.

Supervillain bit his lip to hide his smile when he saw the Heroic Trio getting out of the agency, their faces crumpled. Every time he saw them by the window, he wondered what would happen if they were coming here. Today, he realized that he was going to find out. After pausing, all three opened the door and went into the line that had been forming.

Supervillain took a spoonful of ice cream. It melted on his mouth as lightly as foam. It was a flavor of pure joy, with an aftertaste of melancholy. These holidays had not lasted long. Why rush his break, then? He was more than convinced that he wouldn’t get noticed, and if he was, well, that was too bad for the customers. Most of them didn’t linger anyway. They thanked Citizen and went out, hastily eating out outside, maybe because the Heroic Trio grumbled louder and louder about the wait. The line went down quickly until the moment a little boy asked for a cone.

“I can make all the flavors you want in the world, young man,” said Citizen. “Every memory, every feeling, every object, the weather, time itself, everything has a taste.”

The little boy thought long and hard, reading out loud the suggestions. After fifteen minutes, he made his choice:

“Chocolate.”

Ignoring the loud groans behind, he was about to merrily go out, when one of the heroes caught him by the shirt:

“You haven’t paid, kid.”

“She gives it to me for free,” explained the boy, pointing at Citizen.

“Really? Why is that?”

The kid shrugged, licking his cone.

“Sometimes, I do the dishes.”

“He’s right,” intervened the shop owner. “He’s done nothing wrong, let him go.”

Hero released the kid, who went away trotting and licking his prize, and turned back to the owner with a frowning face:

“What sort of business are you running here?”

Citizen raised an eyebrow:

“I don’t understand.”

“Do you see these suits, ma’am?”

“Well, yes-”

“That means we’re heroes. He-roes, you understand? We protect you all day, putting our lives in danger for you. We’ve just escaped the most dangerous criminal of this town. We’d like to give us a little respect.”

“But I didn’t-”

“You made us wait to indulge a kid who can take anything he wants? It’s bad business practice. Terrible, even. How can you make profits like that? It’s a wonder this shop is still open.”

The three heroes towering over her, the woman tried to look at Supervillain, the only customer remaining, but he avoided his gaze. He wasn’t about to blow his cover for that. Furthermore, Mister Whiskers had finished his cup and was now interested in Supervillain’s ice cream. He put it away, but as he avoided the cat’s insistent paws, he was still listening to the conversation, quietly readjusting his perception of his self-proclaimed foes. Kids they were, but bullies are of every age. He heard them making their choice (one Nova scoop, two Oncoming Storm scoops, one First Prize cup), and refusing to pay.

“ If you give free food to the bloody kid, I think you can afford to give us a free pass, too.”

The shop owner made the effort to laugh, throwing her red braid off her shoulder.

“You have a good sense of humor,” she said politely.

“I’m not joking.”

Ah, thought Supervillain, there you go. Citizen raised her tone, but they laughed at her:

“What are you going to do, use your power?”

“That’s not our fault if all you can do is ice-cream flavor', said another. “I’m sorry you can’t be a Hero, but not everyone is born equal, don’t take it on us.”

Supervillain stared at his blue ice cream melting, waiting for the shop seller to burst in tears and give in. That didn’t happen. Instead, she clenched her fists and said:

“I am more useful than you.”

The booming laughter of the Heroic trio filled the room, but the shop owner was fed up. She hit the counter with her little hand and yelled, covering their voices:

“I feed children who are hungry. I give people the taste of things they’ve forgotten and can’t have otherwise. I give people shelter when they need it. You’ve just set foot in the neighborhood and do nothing but cause property damage. I am the better Hero. Now get out of my shop.”

The laughs died out. With a stony face, one of the heroes went behind the counter, pushing her away, and took their orders by force.

“Keep telling yourself that,” he said.

The doorbell rang when they left. A heavy silence fell.

The shop seller rocked slightly on her heels, burying her face in her hands. Supervillain looked at her, then at his now melted ice cream. His mom had offered him to see the ocean to cheer him up. He remembered why, too. Because of the day before. A school day. A bitter taste in his mouth. The wall behind his back. Kids with frowning looks and mocking smiles.

“Forcefield is not even a real power.”

“You’re so uncool.”

“What can you do, uh? Hiding like the coward you are?”

Supervillain sighed, shaking his head. No, that wouldn’t do at all.

He stood up, holding out a handkerchief to the ice cream seller. She took it without looking at him. While she blew her nose, he turned his eyes towards the Hero headquarters, looking at the Heroic Trio walking away.

“They’re kids,” he said. “They don’t know a lot of things.”

“That doesn’t give them an excuse to-”

“I know. They have no respect for powers that aren’t flashy enough for them. They’re the kind of people thinking that forcefields are for defense only.”

He smiled. All the windows on the first floor of the Hero headquarters exploded.

People screamed in the streets. The Heroic Trio came back running despite the glass shards flying, trying to localize the culprit.

“They have no imagination,” he explained pleasantly at the shop owner, who was looking at the scene with wide eyes. “They don’t know how impenetrable shields that can be projected from everywhere could be used otherwise.”

He glanced at the building now cut in two, shaking his head:

“I mean, how can they realize that this kind of shield could pierce any matter like a knife through hot butter?”

The heroes wanted to rush towards the headquarters, but bounced back. The forceshield was now covering the whole building, slightly buzzing. It didn’t stop there. It got tighter and tighter until the walls cracked and collapsed under the pressure.

“People inside-” squeaked Citizen.

“It’s the end of the day, my dear.”

The heroic trio was running around, getting people away, swearing and not knowing what to do. The forcefield didn’t vanish until the building was in ruins. Only then Supervillain turned towards the show owner. She flinched hard, but he only pulled out his wallet.

“Now, how much do we owe you?”

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VH - Turn over

A menacing silhouette stepped into the prison and stared at the hero in silence. Behind the bars, the prisoner raised his shining eyes, looking very frail and helpless.

“Oh no,” he whimpered, twisting his hands. “I’ve done nothing wrong. I beg of you, Villain, I’m-”

The other cut across him, shaking his head:

“You can stop.”

“But-”

“I know who you are. You’re the hero who’s an invincible vampire, aren't you? You don’t have to pretend. I surrender.”

“Ah.”

Hero slowly grinned, showing his pointed teeth, looking a lot less helpless:

“Good.”

Villain nodded slightly and sat on the chair in front of the cell, his eyes fixed on the ground, his hands clasped in front of him. The other tapped on the bars to get his attention:

“I gotta ask, do you imprison every guy who you surrender to?”

“I know this can’t hold you for long-”

“Nope. Absolutely not.”

“-but I wanted to talk.”

Vampire Hero groaned:

“We’re not doing that. If you think I have time for listening to how amazing or blameless you are, I’d rather drink you until you collapse.”

“No, I have a question.”

“Shoot.”

Villain hesitated for a moment, then said, avoiding his gaze:

“When did you realize you were on the bad side?”

“Uh?”

“Before you switched, I mean. When did you realize you were...well, evil?”

Vampire Hero tilted his head, intrigued:

“Since the beginning? I mean, I liked to cut animals and make my whipping boy suffer when I was a toddler. That wasn’t really hard to put two and two together. I'm an asshole, not an idiot.”

“A whipping boy, you mean-”

“A literal whipping boy, yeah. Father offered me one and punished him every time I misbehaved. That was a good birthday gift, a long time ago.”

“So being a vampire hasn’t corrupted your soul or-”

“Nah. Can’t corrupt what’s already rotten.”

“I see.”

There was a moment of silence. Villain didn’t move. Vampire Hero huffed a little, his patience growing thin.

“How can you look so lost in your own prison?”

“It wasn’t like that for me.”

“Oh there we go, the monologue. Keep going, and I’ll rip off the bars of the cell and come for you next.”

“Go ahead, I won’t use it anymore.”

A bar creaked in answer. Villain didn’t look up once.

“I thought my work was for the best,” he said after a while. “I thought us with powers deserved more of society. Don’t you think so?”

“I don’t care.”

“Surely you must have. A little.”

“We’re not from the same time, remember? I had a castle and servants and human toys. Society never bothered me much.”

“It must have been nice, not having to care.”

Vampire Hero shrugged.

“I’m not sure,” he admitted. “Didn’t work out that great for me, did it?”

“I had to care. I had to cling to life every day to survive. I was nearly killed by people thinking I was a freak because I had powers.”

“It doesn’t look like they did a great job, then.”

Villain raised his head a little:

“I just wanted a place where we weren't bullied all the time, so I created my own group. As it grew, so did our ambitions-”

“Aw man, that is gonna take a while.”

Sulking, the vampire threw himself on the ground and began to fidget with the bar he had ripped off. While he bent it as easily as it was clay, Villain kept on, barely giving him a glance:

“I thought that no one listened to us, you see? So we had to make people listen.”

“Except that it doesn't make sense. Since when are powers a problem here? I don’t know much about the outside world, but even I know that heroes are adored and stuff. They have fanclubs and everything.”

“But you have to be a hero, that's the problem. If you can teleport and want to be anything else, like a baker or something, you’re shamed by society unless you hide who you are. If you’re born with powers, the hero agencies are already breathing on your neck.”

“I find this expression offensive. Look, I’ve made a noodle!”

Villain glanced at the twirled bar the vampire was playing with:

“Very nice.”

“Thank you. I used to twist any iron bar that I had in my hands. It makes so much more damage when it pops out of the body.”

Villain stared at the wall for a second and cleared his throat:

“...Anyway, we were building a community. I met my first friends and my lover there.”

“Congrats. I don’t care.”

“As with all communities, tensions grew. I wanted to take more action. I thought that protests weren’t enough.”

“Yeah, I’ve read your file. Killed a lot of humans and exploded a lot of stuff. Classic.”

“I wanted to be heard! Our group went from inefficient to dangerous, but where is the limit? Where is the perfect middle spot?”

“No idea.”

“Me neither. My husband tried to bring me back to protests, but I wouldn’t listen to him. We argued until the moment when I- when he-”

Villain turned his head away:

“I tried to keep on, but it doesn’t make sense without him. Our community is riffled with conflicts. None of it makes sense anymore. So I surrender.”

He stood up and pulled out the key of the cell from his pocket. Vampire Hero squinted at him, curious despite himself:

“So, how did you kill your husband?”

Villain looked at him, horrified:

“What? I didn’t! He left me.”

The door opened. Vampire Hero jumped on his feet and burst out of his cell, chirping:

“Let’s go!”

He passed next to Villain and went through the exit, leaving the latter staring at him:

“Are you- Aren’t you going to drink me or something-”

The hero shrugged and patted his arm, a little smile on his face:

“Eh. I’m not hungry.”

*

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Amazing tags from @lqmie:

(I like to think that Villain comes back, then Sidekick comes to save the hero, then Supervillain decides it's a great time to pay a visit and it becomes the most awkward family reunion.)

For your random heroes and villains prompts, cna you please do the word "Knight"? 🛡️⚔️👀

Love,

@heroes-villains-side-blog

Hmm, a tricky one because I can’t think of knights without thinking about these Going Medieval articles, but let’s see:

Knight

“Hero, you make me think of a knight of the ancient times.” “Really?” “Yes, really. You’re a mercenary lapdog used by some authority to control the masses by force.”

Henchman has accidentally set up a trap in the evil lair and is now stuck in the dark tower. Villain has to come to their rescue and the only way is to...climb it? Aw, come on.

Hero doesn’t live in a peculiar town. They go wherever there’s trouble, accepts every quest on their way, then leaves and never looks back. This time, someone wants to convince them to stay.

By mistake, Villain has given life to some old windmills. Only a brave knight can save us now, maybe with a sidekick on a donkey.

Following time hijinks, hero’s idol has come straight from the past, a noble knight who has won countless battles. However, there’s one hell of a generation gap between them.

Hero and Villain are both skilled horse riders. However, Villain’s horse is white and Hero’s horse is black. Who has ever heard of a dark knight as a Hero? Confusion ensues. Public is dissatisfied. They have to make an exchange.

“A sword? You fight with a sword? You are so dead. Do you know what country this is?” “I have holy hand grenades, too. You’re welcome to try them.”

In this world, heroes has one person assigned that they have to protect before all. Of course, Hero has to protect Citizen, Villain’s secret identity.

To be one day a full hero, sidekicks have to obey them faithfully, to follow them in their quests and be at their constant service. Sidekick is...not okay with this.

Supervillain has released a dragon that wrecks the city. Hero is supposed to fight and kill it. Villain wants to adopt it. It’s on.

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For your random heroes and villains prompts, cna you please do the word "Knight"? 🛡️⚔️👀

Love,

@heroes-villains-side-blog

Hmm, a tricky one because I can’t think of knights without thinking about these Going Medieval articles, but let’s see:

Knight

“Hero, you make me think of a knight of the ancient times.” “Really?” “Yes, really. You’re a mercenary lapdog used by some authority to control the masses by force.”

Henchman has accidentally set up a trap in the evil lair and is now stuck in the dark tower. Villain has to come to their rescue and the only way is to...climb it? Aw, come on.

Hero doesn’t live in a peculiar town. They go wherever there’s trouble, accepts every quest on their way, then leaves and never looks back. This time, someone wants to convince them to stay.

By mistake, Villain has given life to some old windmills. Only a brave knight can save us now, maybe with a sidekick on a donkey.

Following time hijinks, hero’s idol has come straight from the past, a noble knight who has won countless battles. However, there’s one hell of a generation gap between them.

Hero and Villain are both skilled horse riders. However, Villain’s horse is white and Hero’s horse is black. Who has ever heard of a dark knight as a Hero? Confusion ensues. Public is dissatisfied. They have to make an exchange.

“A sword? You fight with a sword? You are so dead. Do you know what country this is?” “I have holy hand grenades, too. You’re welcome to try them.”

In this world, heroes has one person assigned that they have to protect before all. Of course, Hero has to protect Citizen, Villain’s secret identity.

To be one day a full hero, sidekicks have to obey them faithfully, to follow them in their quests and be at their constant service. Sidekick is...not okay with this.

Supervillain has released a dragon that wrecks the city. Hero is supposed to fight and kill it. Villain wants to adopt it. It’s on.

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Random Hero x Villain prompts: stairs

(The game: this site gives me a random word and I turn it into H/V prompts. You’re welcome to play, to add your own or to use them to write a snippet, just tag me or something if you do.)

The word is: stairs

Villain’s evil lair is a tower. If an unwanted guest tries to climb the stairs, the steps disappear and the intruder glides down - or falls to their death.

Hero is trapped in Villain’s prison. Bound and blindfolded, all they can do is hear Villain’s steps getting closer and closer as they climb down the stairs.

Hero is trapped in Villain’s prison. Bound and blindfolded, all they can do is hear steps getting closer and closer as someone climb down the stairs. However, this time they hear their team's voices.

Hero has the power to conjure up stairs wherever they want. Sure, it��s not as impressive as flying or jumping very high, but it has its perks.

For Superhero, villains are not a problem. No, their real nemesis is the agency’s stairs, because they use a wheelchair or a cane.

“I will never join your side!” “Really? I’ll have you know we have accommodations for all kind of disabilities in our evil lair, including elevators. You’ll never have to use the stairs again.” “...I’m listening.”

A small hero/villain can finally look Superhero/Supervillain in the eye thanks to the stairs. Or they loom over them from the top for the first time, like a monarch from their throne.

Buddies with a big height difference can finally hug with their heads on the same level.

The oracle that has predicted a catastrophic event must be contacted ASAP. Unfortunately, Hero has hundreds of steps to climb before reaching their room.

Villain/Hero got injured during a fight. It’s up to their henchman/sidekick to carry them through the stairs.

Detective is infiltrating the evil lair and is hiding behind the steps, praying they won’t get caught.

Hero discovers that a so-called hero works with Villain, but the mole catches them snooping around. “Oops! Sorry Hero, I can’t let you get away now that you know.” Hero gets thrown off the stairs. Everyone thinks it’s an accident.

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Oh oh!!!!! Can you do prompts about "Language"!!!

Been wanting to write a language related fic for months but can't think of any cool ideas :(

Best regards,

@heroes-villains-side-blog

Ah, apologies for the delay, I’m not always online.

Anyway, let’s see what I can do:

Language

There’s yet another prophecy about doomsday, but it’s encrypted/in an ancient language. Time for Hero to ask for Renowned Linguist’s help once again, aka Villain under their secret identity.

Superhero claims that Citizen’s body language shows that they were lying during their interrogation. They’re not. They just really, really don’t want to be here.

Hero and Villain are the only two who can speak a dying dialect. Reluctantly, this brings them together.

Same idea, but they’re absolute nerds and speak Vulcan or Elvish fluently.

Hero&Sidekick (or Villain&Henchman) share a second language the other team don’t speak. It’s great to yell messages at your ally that your foes can’t understand.

Hero and Villain don’t speak the same language. They need Henchman/Sidekick to be a translator to understand each other. The translation might or might not be accurate.

Villain has captured someone who knows things, but speaks in a language they can’t understand. They use an online translator. Confusion ensues.

Villain has captured someone who knows things, but speaks in a language they can’t understand. They kidnap Sidekick to force them to be a translator. Sidekick tries to communicate with Citizen and find an escape plan together without getting caught.

Villain’s Evil lair has a great gadget able to detect any kind of human voice to detect any intrusion. Shame that Hero speaks ASL, then.

Once captured, Villain has a lot of four-letter words to say about the way the heroes treat them. Hero whumps them into watching their language.

I hope these can be useful to you! (I'll keep your other ask for later.)

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Random Hero x Villain prompts: sculpture

(The game: this site gives me a random word and I turn it into H/V prompts. You’re welcome to play, to add your own or to use them to write a snippet, just tag me or something if you do.)

The word is: sculpture

Hero/Villain has the power to turn people into statues. Are they still conscious when they’re transformed?

Hero/Villain has the power to give life to sculptures, which are their helpers.

There’s a sculpture of a favorite hero in the city hall. However, Reporter discovers some very unpleasant secret about them.

There’s a sculpture of a favorite hero in the city hall – hold on, has it just moved ?

Sidekick/Henchman’s secret hobby is sculpture. Their boss is not taking it well and destroys their work.

Sidekick/Henchman’s secret hobby is sculpture. Their boss is intrigued about it. That gives them an idea about tonight’s plans.

Citizen has the impressive power of bending the earth to their will. However, they’re only interested by the artistic possibilities, despite some desperate attempts to recruit them from either side.

Villain’s evil lair has so many sculptures looking life-like it’s really hard to know where the real people are if heroes barge in and try to catch them.

Snooping around Villain’s lair, Detective discovers a tiny sculpture hidden in a drawer, which is also a vital clue for their case.

Superhero receives an anonymous gift: a small sculpture looking like them. How nice! It’s now in their room – hey, is it normal if its arms have moved and it’s getting closer to the bed? Nah, probably just their imagination.

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The Expert (after reading this): haha I’m not that much of an expert actually I only know about prog metal superficially ^^

Me: I knew you’d say that.

I also knew that would mean another monologue

The Expert: No haha I’ll spare you this time ^^

Me:…

The Expert: …I might not have been precise enough about the album releases see it’s just the last Tool album that took forever let’s take the example of Buckethead- [another monologue ensues for 15 min]

Bonus Features: (Dorky) Villain’s music tastes

It all began in a dark stormy night (spring rain and all that) when I saw a reader commentating that Villain seems like the type to listen to MRC. While that’s a good guess, I thought that they were a little too snob for that, maybe more into prog metal. So I did extensive research on the subject.

Meaning, I asked one person.

Let me reenact the scene:

Me, internally scheming: Hm, I’m too lazy to make an Internet search, let’s go ask someone with a Specific Interest™ instead, it’s gonna be faster and easier! I’m sure that there's no flaw whatsoever in this plan.

Me, to said expert: “Hey, give me the names of two or three prog metal groups :)”

*A 70-minutes monologue later *

Me, emerging covered in blood: I know the name of a dozen groups. I know how often they release an album. I know what the prog metal fan wants what they like the taste of their souls the musical patterns they crave. I know things man was not meant to know.

So, anyway.

To recap, Villain listens to whatever equivalent there is in their universe of Dream Theater, Tool and Opeth. As Tool seems to have a lot of mathematics references, it might be Villain’s favorite. Let’s also mention the prog rock group King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard who I’ve never listened to but I love the name, so it’s also a favorite.

Hero listens to things like Imagine Dragons and Avicii. They both hate each other’s music most of the time, but they both like Pink Floyd-Expy and They might be giants-Similar Substitute.

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Bonus Features: (Dorky) Villain’s music tastes

It all began in a dark stormy night (spring rain and all that) when I saw a reader commentating that Villain seems like the type to listen to MRC. While that’s a good guess, I thought that they were a little too snob for that, maybe more into prog metal. So I did extensive research on the subject.

Meaning, I asked one person.

Let me reenact the scene:

Me, internally scheming: Hm, I’m too lazy to make an Internet search, let’s go ask someone with a Specific Interest™ instead, it’s gonna be faster and easier! I’m sure that there's no flaw whatsoever in this plan.

Me, to said expert: “Hey, give me the names of two or three prog metal groups :)”

*A 70-minutes monologue later *

Me, emerging covered in blood: I know the name of a dozen groups. I know how often they release an album. I know what the prog metal fan wants what they like the taste of their souls the musical patterns they crave. I know things man was not meant to know.

So, anyway.

To recap, Villain listens to whatever equivalent there is in their universe of Dream Theater, Tool and Opeth. As Tool seems to have a lot of mathematics references, it might be Villain’s favorite. Let’s also mention the prog rock group King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard who I’ve never listened to but I love the name, so it’s also a favorite.

Hero listens to things like Imagine Dragons and Avicii. They both hate each other’s music most of the time, but they both like Pink Floyd-Expy and They might be giants-Similar Substitute.

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New story completed !

These Two Dorks Masterlist

Hero is a down-to-earth, mild-mannered person with not much power, Villain is a Drama Monarch who uses their impressive powers to commit deeds of pure evil (sometimes they steal food). They get along surprisingly well in a world that doesn’t like either of them very much. 100% platonic relationships, as dark as Villain themself (meaning it’s mostly fluff, but sometimes, ah well.)

First meeting (Part 1, 2, 3,4): A dark and brooding villain schemes in their terrifying lair! A bold hero steps in to challenge them! Gasp! It’s thrilling! It’s...it’s actually sort of fine, really, until Supervillain decides to ruin the day.

And then They Were Roommates™ : Behold as Villain invades Hero’s lair and amazes them with their sense of interior design.

You’re a jerk when you’re sick: No, Hero is not that sick. They don’t know what Villain’s talking about. The first snippet I wrote about these two. (originally for Sicktember)

Anxious Stomach: Hero’s boss shows up. (originally for Sicktember)

Dastardly Hug: You mean Villain invades Hero’s personal space while impeding their moves? Now that’s evil.

True Evil (part1, 2 ,3, 4): There are skeletons in the closet, and not only the plastic ones Villain keeps between their dark robes.

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TTD - True Evil 4/4

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“Do you understand?”

The Not-Earbuds were taken off with shaking hands. Superhero grabbed Hero’s wrists so tight the latter let out a muffled scream of protestation.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes!”

The man looked at their grimace of pain and slowly eased their grip, their eyes intense.

“I worry about you, Hero. You seem to think that villains are nice people if only you gave them a hug. Powers are a curse. Or you can shoulder them and become a hero, or you embrace them and you end in the wrong side. That’s all there is.”

“I-”

“I know it’s hard for you to understand, it’s different for you. You have a blessing, not powers. But you have to, or the reality will catch up to you. Like me, you’ll be responsible for a death.”

“Sir, you were not responsible for any of that.”

Hero’s wrists were released at once. It was the Superhero’s turn to recoil, a wide-eyed expression on his face:

“How – How can you say that? If I'd been a little quicker, I could have caught her. If I’d never approached the monster, she might have been safe.”

His fist clenched:

“If I’d killed them, they’d never have made victims then or after.”

Hero swallowed hard:

“Sir, I’m sorry for what happened to you. Truly.”

“Save your pity for people who deserve it. I want your efficacy. Can you promise me to do your job better than you've done until now?”

“I’ll try, sir. I’ll really try.”

Two pale red eyes followed them as they left the office. It didn’t scare Hero as much as before.

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Villain’s room was still locked when they came back. Hero knocked, but didn’t try to enter. They let their back glide along it, landing on the floor, and slipped their hand under the door. After a while, they felt fingers encircling theirs. They looked at the ceiling, their eyes gazing at a small crack in all this white.

“When I was five-year-old”, they said, “my moms told me I could put my shoes on my own. It was really hard, you know. I had two pairs, so I had to make a choice, and it killed me. I knew that no matter what I’d do, there was going to be poor little shoes under my bed in the dark all day long. My moms found me in tears the next week. They had to buy a chest to make a shoe house, and a third pair so they could have fun with each other during the day.”

“That was very prejudiced of your child self. Like your shoes would rather work all day long than spending time on their own. Like darkness was a curse.”

“I was five-year-old, buddy. I didn’t think. That’s my point, actually.”

“I didn’t realize you had one.”

“I was devastated because of shoes. I can’t even imagine how it was for you, when you saw someone die.”

Hero heard a gasp from the other side of the door, but they grabbed the hand that tried to get away from them.

“My boss told me what happened. I don’t think you’ve killed anybody.”

“These sentences don’t go together. Do not even try to tell me he changed his mind.”

“He didn’t. He’s traumatized. But I’m the one who lives with you. Even if I didn’t know any fact, I know that the person who hugs me every morning before I’m going to work and who harassed me to call a doctor when I was sick would never kill someone on purpose. Of course it was an accident. It wasn't premeditated at all.”

“It is quite a shot in the dark for someone so terrified of it.”

“I was five. I got better.”

“How naive. Just because someone pretends to bear with you doesn’t mean they’re unable to murder anyone.”

Hero squeezed their roommate’s hand.

“But I’m right,” they whispered. “I’m sure I’m right.”

Villain struggled to get free and this time, they let go. After a few minutes, the lock clicked. Hero moved back from the door, staring as it opened. Villain looked at them back. For once, their shadow didn’t cover their head altogether, leaving two pale green eyes in sight, coldly glaring.

“I didn’t even see her run into traffic,” they simply said. “There were ants in the tree. I was too busy to fight with the little creatures eager to invade my very own personal space.”

Hero jumped on their feet:

“I knew it!”

“You seem suspiciously relieved for someone who pretended to be certain.”

“Hmm - it’s the ants. Everybody hates ants.”

“You are such a dreadful liar.”

Nevertheless, Villain grumpily accepted the hug.

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TTD - True Evil 3/4

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(tw: death, car crash, implied emotional abuse.)

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(at least twenty years ago)

Baby Superhero wanted to race.

He liked running! It was one of the few games where he could have fun. He learned to use just the tiniest amount of his powers to win without getting caught. He’d promised to be a very good boy though, and good boys put themselves last. There was a new kid standing apart from his group of friends, seeming really lost. That was the first time he saw them in this park. They looked like a baby, at least one whole year younger than him. He had to be nice with little babies. If he was lucky, Mom would make him a strawberry pie, and that was just the best. So, he joined Baby Villain and asked:

“What do you want to play?”

The new kid looked at their shoes, avoiding his gaze, clasping their hands behind their back, dancing on their heels. After a while, they whispered:

“I dunno…maybe…maybe hide and seek?”

Baby Superhero internally sighed. Hide and seek was for kids. He hunched his shoulders a little, but grinned:

“Sure! That sounds great!”

He had to behave. He had to make them feel welcome. In his opinion, that was pie-worthy behavior. Still, he wanted to race, but he tried to ignore the lump in his throat. He had to be very careful when he was upset, because that could trigger his powers, and that was not allowed. It was hard to refrain himself, but he wanted to be a Good Boy. Good boys obey to their parents.

“I can, uh, blindfold people,” offered the newcomer.

Baby Superhero crooked one finger at his chin in confusion:

“What do you mean?”

Baby Villain opened their hand. Inside their palm, there was a tiny ball of darkness that shaped itself into two little people that danced on their fingers. Baby Superhero gulped.

“Oh, you mean…you have powers.”

They shrugged. He leaned forwards:

“That’s very brave to tell me that. But you know you should hide them, right?”

“Why?”

That question left him gaping.

“Because they’re dangerous! You could hurt someone!”

Being good, he’d learned, mostly meant holding back. When you want to say your neighbor is a doo-doo head for yelling at you, you smile and agree instead. When you want to scream in frustration because the dinner takes too long, you smile, and you go crying in the bathroom to avoid upsetting anyone. When you want to use your powers so bad it itches everywhere inside of you, you agree to take a bath, and you let the water go icy to calm you down. Of course that was hard, but he could take it. After all, he was special. He’d been a little dejected the day he’d learned that other kids had powers, but he’d realized that most of them only had one. No one was like him. He was by far the strongest, so he took upon himself to advise them from time to time.

That was a little upsetting that the newcomer didn’t seem to realize how good and right he was, and didn’t even look impressed. They cocked an eyebrow:

“It’s just the shadow of my hand. It can’t hurt anyone.”

“You can’t be too careful!”

The new kid rolled their eyes and he wanted to slap them very hard because they were very mean, but he bit his lip and asked:

“How old are you?”

“I’m five and nearly two months.”

“Well, I’m seven”, said the elder with the solemnity reserved to grand age. “I know these things. Where are your parents?”

“I don’t have any. I have lots of teachers that put me to bed too early, before the interesting movies begin on TV.”

Baby Superhero nodded. He knew the problem.

“I’ll present you to my friends, but you have to promise to be reasonable, okay?”

There was a glint in the Baby Villain’s eye that he didn’t like, but they said yes. After a hesitation, he decided to trust them. After all, they were just one baby, and he had plenty of friends. The children tended to gravitate around him. He was like the chief of their super team! Like a Very Good Boy! After assembling all of them, he showed off his new finding, who was looking at their shoes, throwing from time to time a terrified glance to the group. He asked:

“Are you sure you want to play hide and seek ?”

He hoped that now that their distasteful choice was questioned in public, they would renounce that bad idea. It didn’t work at all. A nasty smile at the corner of their lips, they announced proudly:

“Yes, because I have powers !”

He looked with a gaped jaw in abject disbelief while this – this meanie was now puffing their chest and proudly showed to the world what they could do! This was bad! This was very bad! They were a Naughty Kid! If they were a bad example for his friends, he was the one going to be blamed! His parents were busy doing Adult Stuff right now, but there were plenty of grown-ups watching them play around the park. He was always afraid that if he slipped up, they'd point to him and say what a bad kid he was. Or maybe they’d run to his house to tell his parents what happened. That was not fair. He wanted that strawberry pie. The corners of his eyes began to itch. He wanted to cry, but only weaklings cry. With clenched fists, he looked as the other kids stood closer to the traitor to watch their stupid shadow that wasn’t even interesting. The new kid gave him a little smug smile. He hated them very much. That was the worst day ever. He wanted to go home and play with his action figures. He didn’t like his friends anymore at all. In fact, he wouldn’t like anything anymore ever.

He kicked a rock, but stayed to watch. The one who was picked to seek the others was – had been – a good friend. From time to time he invited her to play pretend in his garden with his super gun. She threw a glance at him, but he jutted his chin out and looked the other way. She still stepped towards him:

“You don’t want to play? It’ll be fun!”

He shook his head frenetically. She waved at him before joining the others, and he waved back, but resentfully. That was obviously a serious betrayal, but he stayed in the park, woefully sitting on a bench. He still had to ask her if she wanted to play this weekend at his home. Traitor or no, she had the best squirt gun.

He frowned when he saw her with the stupid shadow covering her eyes like a blindfold. While the other kids were running away, he stuck out his tongue at her. Of course, she didn’t notice and ran merrily along. That was dangerous, but he was sulking too hard to care. If she fell and hurt her knee, that would teach her! Maybe she'd cry and he'd come to her rescue with a bandage and they'd both talk about what a dumb and evil kid the newcomer was. That idea cheered him up, so he waited for his moment to come.

The moment was taking its time, though. Baby Superhero stayed on the bench for a while until he couldn’t take it anymore. Not only hide and seek was boring, but it was long. He jumped on his feet. On the other side of the park, there was the road with lots of cars. Cars weren’t really his thing, but it was better than nothing to pass the time. He could watch them without crossing the road, because crossing the road alone was very dan-

An awful noise coming from the direction he was heading hurt his ears. He stopped all of a sudden. Cars had stopped moving. He heard doors banging and screams. For a moment, he couldn’t move, but he wasn’t scared, not at all, he was very very brave, and he ran towards the commotion.

On a street, surrounded by adults, there was a tiny silhouette on the ground. He didn’t want to get closer, but he did, and he kept approaching until he saw the livid face of his friend. The shadow was still on her eyes.

She had blood on her head. Some old instinct told him that she would never get up again. Her position was too weird. She wouldn't play with her squirt gun this weekend or play any other day, ever. He turned away, got out of the street and fell down to his knees. Before he had the time to realize it, he was throwing up. At first, he was sure he wouldn't stop, but he did eventually. Panting, he wiped his mouth, trying to catch his breath. Desperate to look at something that wasn’t a corpse, he raised his head.

And then, then, he saw Baby Villain, curled up on the top of a chestnut. They were just near the accident, with a view on the road. They could have screamed to warn the cars. They could have made the blindfold disappear.

They hadn’t moved an inch.

The two children looked at each other. The wave of power that engulfed his body at this moment was so powerful he curled up on the ground, unable to endure the pain like a big boy. He barely could prevent himself from crying. Above the hurt, he vaguely heard the other mumbling:

“I-”

If they talk, I’m going to kill them. The thought that intruded in his mind was as brutal as the power swarming in his veins, urging him to do something, anything. He focused all his rage – no, not his rage, his determination – into one single sentence:

“When I grow up, I’ll destroy monsters like you.”

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TTD - True Evil 2/4

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Hero considered themself as a simple person: when there was a mystery, answers had to be found. For answers to be found, you had to ask those who were hiding something. It was clear that Villain would not talk to them, but there was one obvious solution left. Sighing, they pulled out their phone and sent a text to Superhero.

The next morning, they entered the elite training room, forcing their lips to smile. They hated this place. Superhero, under the pretext that Hero couldn’t be hurt by his laser beams, never stopped training when they were there. It was true that Hero’s powers technically protected them, but being so close to something so deadly was nothing pleasant, and if they were immune to lasers, they weren’t to wreckage.

Superhero was already in here. He was kicking a brick construction in a corner. After two or three tries, it all crumbled. Superhero shook his head.

“Too slow. Too weak,” he mumbled for himself.

Hero cleared their throat. Superhero turned his head and beamed at them.

“Ah, it’s you! I’m happy to see you.”

“You are?”

Superhero chuckled and took them by the shoulder:

“I want to apologize for the last time. I was a little too direct. A leader-”

His gaze became unfocused:

“A good leader has to give positive vibes. You have to forgive me. As you know, my week has been complicated. In a life of battles, sometimes you forget yourself.”

It was true that Superhero made the news nearly every day. He rarely rested and took down Supervillains once a week. He wasn’t at the top of the agency for nothing. Hero, who maybe had to fight five or six times since they’d begun the job, nodded:

“I understand.”

Superhero looked at them from top to toe and made a wan smile in answer.

“I wanted to ask about Villain,” said Hero.

Their boss shook his head with a slight frown, grasping their shoulder with a little more strength:

“Can’t you make an investigation by yourself? See, this is what worries me. You can’t cry for help every time you meet an obstacle. Do the work yourself. Now, forgive me, I have to train.”

“I made it, sir. To begin with, Villain is an orphan, left at birth. No one knows about their family.”

“Now, it that an excuse for villainy? You of all people should know-”

“The thing is, sir, I have a rather clear idea about Villain’s background. What I don’t know is what they have done, except for some petty robberies. Their file mentions murders, but I can’t find concrete proof anywhere.”

“Seek harder.”

“With all due respect sir, that’s what I’m doing. I’ve looked into the history, and you helped writing this… file.”

The last word was pronounced through clenched teeth. The pressure on their shoulder had just become painful. It didn’t last long, though. Superhero let them go, their gaze unfocused. Hero stepped back hastily, massaging their shoulder.

“Sir?”

“You-”

He stopped. Hero glanced at the door behind them. It wasn’t far, but they couldn’t dream of getting out without being caught. They couldn’t compete with someone with super speed. Hero pushed back that thought – come on, it was their boss – and tried to keep their professional-looking face when Superhero smiled at them again, with a grin as small and forced as theirs.

“You were right to come to me. Maybe I should have told you first. We could have avoided all of this. Let’s go in my office.”

Hero followed him to the stairs. They had never gone up there. It was usually a place reserved for important people, superheroes or at least top-ranked heroes. They always imagined a really fancy place. It was…a bit of a disappointment, to tell the truth. The corridor itself was empty and cold, without tables or chairs. Superhero’s place was a small, cramped room, with an old office that occupied most of the space and an old, closed cupboard. There was no decoration, nothing on the gray, thick walls. Two stools were the only sitting accommodations. Hero stayed up, looking at the place with confusion, while their chief went to the cupboard (not without difficulty) to pick up a little box. He pulled out of it what looked like a pair of earbuds, and put one of them on.

“Do you know what it is?”

“No, sir.”

“They are from a friend I saved once from – no matter. They allow reliving the memories of the one who wears it. It’s very useful for interrogations.”

“I don’t understand-”

“I know you don’t. Villain is a cold-blooded killer, Hero, since they were a child. And I know more than anyone since I’ve seen them do it.”

Hero recoiled. Their boss noticed and had a grim smile.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to relive that, but then, you’re right. I shouldn’t spare myself if it hides the truth.”

Then his voice dropped into a growl:

“Take it. Take it and read my mind if it takes that to convince you.”

Hero looked into the pale red eyes that stared at him.

I’m immune to lasers. I’m immune to lasers. I’m not immune if he crushes my spine if he fires me if- no. Stop it.

They put the Not-Earbuds on.

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TTD - True Evil 1/4

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Something was wrong, though!

Hero knew this. Of course they did. It was just that- that it was easy to forget. Maybe because ironically, since Villain was living with them, everything was fine. When the agency had questioned them about this, all they could complain about was that they couldn't use the shower and bathroom mirror three hours on a row anymore (on the evenings, at least). There was something eerie about how naturally Villain had come crashing into their life. Having them as a roommate was as evident as eating breakfast on lazy mornings when Hero had a day off. They were even hugging now.

For the moment though, Hero's butt was getting kicked. The sad truth was that Villain was much better at video games than them. The two roommates were affronting each other in a fighting match that neither of them enjoyed, but that was the only competitive game Hero had. Villain refused to cooperate, under the brilliant pretext that “they refused to ally with their fated foe”. Given that not five minutes before, their head was resting against the shoulder of said fated foe, there were a lot of possible refutations. Hero hadn’t bothered. After coming back from a long, exhausting day, the easier thing to do was rolling with it. They didn’t even shrug when the shadow next to them, leaning on their game-pad, gloated:

“This is your end, little Hero!”

“Don’t call me little. I’m 5’10.”

“I am 5’10 and a half,” was the smug answer.

Hero glanced sideways at the silhouette next to them, surrounded by a dark mist as always:

“I can’t be sure of that.”

“Then despair while that nagging doubt eats your mind for the rest of your life.”

“I’m good. I’ll rest assured that I have, like, 30 pounds of muscles on you.”

“How have you acquired that knowledge, may I ask?”

“Well, when we hug-”

“Stop calling it like that. And I’ll concede gladly that perk to you. Muscles, bah! Who would need that?”

“Most people, actually.”

“I have a brain. It’s enough. It’s getting rarer and rarer these days.”

They both stared at the Game Over screen.

“Once again, you are finished. Once again, I stomp on your pixellized body and your ego in an unending demonstration of my superior skills and-

Hero cut across them:

“You need to sign the form.”

Villain groaned. Not to be deterred, Hero presented the paper and a pen to them:

“Here.”

“Ah, paperwork. Truly the greatest evil. Even I, with all the darkness in my heart, cannot compare.”

Hero sighed:

“It’s just a signature. And be grateful for the form. It’s the only thing that can prevent Superhero from coming here and ripping you to shreds – possibly us both.”

“I don’t see why.”

“There are laws. If you confirm every day you’re here and reforming, measures can’t be taken against you.”

“Very well. I shall adorn my mark on this pitiful piece of paper.”

Villain moodily signed and Hero took a picture of it, sending it to the secretary and hoping they wouldn’t lose it again. Doing it every day was annoying, sure, but it was all they could find to protect their roommate from the agency – or rather, Superhero. They felt a little relieved every time they sent the text. Villain, though, didn’t seem to care one way or the other. It was irritating and a little worrying.

“Dinner?”

“Yeah, okay.”

Hero stood up and heated their meals on the microwave. Apart from smoothies, Villain was not that interested in food, and Hero was too tired to cook after work most of the time. Villain didn’t seem bothered with this. Actually, once you got used to their constant melodrama, Villain was a rather laid-back roommate. Too laid-back. Hero’s instinct was sending them warning signals. Their guest was taking their situation a little too well. The person they shared their place with and hugged was a complete stranger. All questions about their past were avoided. Hero knew there was an elephant in the room, but they had no idea of what it was made, and that was frustrating to say the least.

The microwave made a ding sound. After a while, Villain reluctantly got out of the couch to find Hero looking at the wall, their arms crossed.

“Are your sudden meditative moment deep enough to forget down-to-earth obligations ?”

Hero clucked their tongue. Villain jumped when their roommate suddenly leaned over the table:

“What happened to you?”

“My plate is getting cold?”

“No, we’re not avoiding the subject anymore. What happened? You have a physical body, but you never stop hiding behind your powers. I’ve checked, you’re listed among the most dangerous villains on the agency’s list. It says you’re a killer, but frankly, I do not believe that one second. You never say anything about your past, you never speak about yourself. When I tell you Superhero wants you dead, your answer is “yeah, okay” and you don’t bring the subject ever again. You get more emotional when I bring you the wrong screwdriver. What is wrong with you?”

“Plenty of things. I am a Villain, how can you hope to comprehend how my twisted spirit w-”

Hero’s fist banged on the table:

“Stop that!”

Villain stepped back. Hero sighed and lifted their hands in surrender:

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, okay? But you are not helping me. My boss wants to kill you and I don’t know why. I can’t get us out of this if I have no idea what’s going on!”

“It seems simple to me. He’s a superhero, I’m a fearful villain. We’re destined to destroy each other.”

“I’ve never seen him so – so motivated. It goes deeper than that. You can’t keep me in the dark.”

“This is my nature. I don’t see why this is any concern of yours.”

They got their plate out of the microwave without adding a word. Hero dragged their hand over their face:

“Tell me one thing. Just one thing. Have you ever killed anyone?”

The shadow froze. The plate made a loud bang when it was dropped on the table.

“I’m not hungry,” said Villain.

Hero watched them going back to their room. Soon after, they heard the lock of the door.

“That went well,” they mumbled.

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(Prompt from this)

Villainous Accquisations

Based off a prompt by @maybeitsalivescribbles ! Titled "Random Hero x Villain prompts: Presentation"

(Apologies if I'm not crediting you correctly, please let me know if there's something I need to do or change! ^^This is my first time trying this.. :,D)

"Hero has been out of town for a while. When they return, the new Villain feels they must present themself and their team. It’s only polite."

Roughly near the end of writing this, I realised I missed a keyword, new villain.. meaning this has trailed a bit off prompt, but I may redo another version sticking more closely to it* I'm open to nearly any other prompts/ideas alike to this theme (hero, villain, civillian, etc) too, if anyone comes across this and would like something written!

".. What?"

"Why," the villain smirks, edging closer to the chair, "have I not already made myself clear?"

They run a hand down the cold wooden spine, letting loose a creaky sound to echo through the room.

The hero's head tilts back, scoffing at the villain as if in disbelief, "you can't be serious?"

"I am very serious."

"You're insane."

"I beg to differ.

"You see.." the villain begins to circle around the seat, their eyes drifting down to meet the hero's, "lately, you've been incredibly rude, and I can't help but feel.. insulted?"

"Excuse me, you're insulted?"

"Yes, yes I am."

They continue on. "Two months," .. "without warning, and not a single word."

"You've left me so very sad and lonely.. and that simply couldn't do," the villain tuts, lights flickering on with a snap of a finger.

Off to the side by a light switch, a henchmen stands at attention, shrouded in a shadow besides the locked doorway.

"And thus," the villain's smirk grows wider, "I've had no choice but to acquire.. a 'few' new friends."

"A few?"

"Many."

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Random Hero x Villain prompts: Presentation

(The game: this site gives me a random word and I turn it into H/V prompts. You’re welcome to play, to add your own or to use them to write a snippet, just tag me or something if you do.)

The word is: Presentation (oh, Megamind vibes)

It’s Sidekick’s first official presentation to the world. They’re really nervous, sweating in their brand new costume made for the occasion, but Hero brings an accessory that might help.

Villain always gets their crazy plans passed after meetings with the Evil Board. Why? Because their project presentations are so long and so boring that everyone wants to cut them short, at any cost. It’s the only way to make them shut up.

Hero meets for the first time their colleagues and all the superheroes. However, something is terribly wrong here. They don’t have the right costumes. Why is everyone dressed in black? It was supposed to be a cocktail.

Villain gives a lecture to their henchmen: efficiency is for peons. Now, flair? That is important. First impressions count, you know.

Hero proudly shows to the world the band of misfits who helped them save the day. However, said band is not good with protocols and social skills. Chaos ensues.

This old superhero is supposed to represent all that is good and virtuous. However, when they’re awaken from their slumber to save the day, they reveal themself as very different.

Villain is so good with their public image that the Hero agency is losing control as more and more citizens are rooting for them. Under the pretense, though, their plans are anything but benign.

Villain is very good with words, less with limb coordination. They’re cut in the middle of their fear-striking monologue when they stumble on their own cape.

This citizen with the tattered jeans and the old pull? It’s a shame, but they’ve seen too much and they must be destroyed – hold on, why do they shrug everything off without a word? What do you mean, they’re the highest-ranking hero?

Hero has been out of town for a while. When they return, the new Villain feels they must present themself and their team. It’s only polite.

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Fantasy Masterlist

Reversed chronological order. My favorites have an asterisk. (prompt) indicates when the original idea is from someone else.

Magical Daddy* (prompt): A magic lady wants to transform one of your daughters into a magical girl to fight evil. Like you’d let that happen!

Old God (prompt): The town folks decide to pillage an old temple. They regret it soon enough.

Meaty Heart (prompt): Your friend might not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he’s such a sweet guy, so when he tells you he’s heartless, you’re...confused.

Talking Frog, Werewolf prompt, Demonic Dwarf, Bloody Drabble: Just tiny things.

New God* (prompt): not fantasy, Greek mythology. Bad luck! Zeus has his eyes on you and won't take no for an answer because that's how he rolls. When you find yourself in the Pantheon after an accidental death, time is ticking to find a solution out of this mess. Fortunately, not all Greek deities are horrible to humans. Have you met my fave?

Bard's Lullaby (prompt): A young knight finds an unexpected host in the horrifying castle she’s trying to storm.

Denial Cake (prompt): Your father comes back after an unexplained absence of ten years. But hey, he has cake!

Tiny (prompt): Sure, you’ll kill the dragon. It’s your job, after all. But when said beast is revealed to be a baby, things get complicated.

The Human Beast (prompt): My first post here. Let’s hope for the sake of both of us I got better since.

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Hero x Villain Masterlist

Whump/Horror Masterlist