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can you write something with the hero and her mentor? i would really like to see that in your style!!

“Block.”

Even in his prehistoric age (almost forty) her mentor moved like lightning, and the hero just barely avoided a vicious strike to the head. Their staffs collided, the shock of it sending quakes up her arms.

She grunted. Tried to push back against his attack. In return he simply hummed in thought, examining her form and strength. “You need to engage your core more.”

Her legs trembled as he pressed down with his weight, trying to get her to drop her stance.

In a desperate attempt she struck out with her foot, clipping her mentor in the knee. It threw her off balance, but he groaned and his leg jolted, giving her enough time to leap away.

She fixed her form, swung her bo staff in figure eights. Regained control and strength. 

Sweat dripped down her temple, cool and sweet against the burn of her skin. Her muscles ached and her bruises stung, but it felt good. For a second’s respite the only sounds were the dojo’s old ceiling fan and the sounds of their breathing. 

Then her mentor attacked again. He raised his staff, aiming for her left. “Block!”

A mix of his training and her own instincts had her stepping back with her left foot, shifting her body and turning her staff vertical to sweep his attack away. Immediately, her mentor leapt back and struck again, once again aiming for her head - she ducked to avoid it – and was rewarded with a strong swing to her stomach.

The hero heaved and slumped forward, letting her bo staff clatter to the floor. Holding her hands over her core and moving into a fetal position, she made incomprehensible groans into the mat.

She could feel her mentor’s dramatic eye roll without looking up.

“Come on, get up,” he extended a hand down for her.  “You did good, so we can take a break.”

She grabbed it, shooting him a smug smile that gave her another eye roll. “Let’s do swords next.”

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As protests against injustice in legal system, discrimination, police brutality spread through the US, it is necessary to educate yourself about these issues. 

Here are just a few book recommendations (there are so much more out there), include both non-fiction and fiction about racism and challenges that black people face throughout their lifetimes. 

Thank you so much for more recs. Below are some more amazing book recommendations from the comments:

Dear Martin by Nic Stone

Anger is a Gift by Mark Oshiro

Citizen: An American Lyric by Claudia Rankine

Coming of Age in Mississippi by Anne Moody

Just Mercy: A Story of Justice and Redemption by Bryan Stevenson

Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry by Mildred Taylor

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou

White Fragility by Robin Diangelo

Stamped From the Beginning by Ibram X. Kendi

All American Boys by Jason Reynolds and Brendan Kiely

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John Boyega at Hyde Park demonstration #BlackLivesMattter

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HUGE list of free (!!) books by black authors and revolutionaries. includes writings by toni morrison, james baldwin, assata shakur, angela davis, malcolm x, audre lorde and frantz fanon. 

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Hi, I'm not sure if you're taking requests but if you are, could I request a prompt(s) where the supervillain, after doing the whole "Join me and take over the world" speech, is surprised by the hero saying yes to joining them? I'm a sucker for these sorts of prompts 😅 no pressure or anything! Have a great day!

“Is it so wrong? To want to be powerful? To want to rule the world?” Calloused fingers cupped the hero’s chin, fingers smoothing over their jaw. The villain’s voice was soft, alluring, a siren call into the deep of the ocean. “You are already so great. Imagine what more you could be if you joined me. Together - the world will never see us coming.”

“Okay.”

They stilled. “Okay?”

The villain took a step back, almost frowning. Usually, that never worked. Not that they would mind taking over the world with the hero, but it was unexpected nonetheless. So they faltered, the words dying in their throat. 

Not even the most unobservant of people could mistake the desire so easily shown on the hero’s face. 

Their lips pulled into a smile. “Not expecting that answer?”

“Most people on your side have no intentions of ruling the world.”

“Did you believe I would say no? Why did you ask then?” Shining eyes stared into the villain’s own. They couldn’t think of anything to say. They didn’t even really have an answer. The hero was strong, and it was generally a good idea to have strong people on your side. 

But there was something screaming at them that said the hero would leave them in the dirt once they got what they wanted. 

The hero laughed. “Power. How tempting. Is it so wrong to want people to know who I am?” 

You fought a siren call with all your might. The hero would dive into the depths of the ocean willingly. “Why would I turn my back on this opportunity?” 

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NOT A PR0MPT

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Could you write a thing were a villain is decorating for Christmas and realizes that it's to much work to do on their. Own so they ask the hero to help them. Props if the hero kinda makes fun of them for it. Thanks! I love your writing!

 “You’re a good person, aren’t you? I think you can help me.”

The hero frowned, trying to rub back warmth into their arms. “What I should be doing is subduing you and taking you in.”

“Don’t try anything,” the villain said, glare venomous and threat underlying their words. They turned away and lifted up the string of colorful lights, zip tying the decorations to their balcony. “You can start by putting up the snowman on my lawn.”

The hero sighed, moving to pick up the inflatable lying on the grass. “You’re supposed to be a big bad baddie, yet you can’t even set up Christmas decorations?”

“Shut up.”

“It’s not even December yet,” the hero laughed. “I didn’t take you for such a festive person.”

“I’m not, but my family is.” The villain climbed down from the ladder, grabbed more lights, and walked back to work on their porch.

“Your family?” the hero called, securing the snowman to the ground.

“Yes,” the villain said, voice oddly quiet. “They’re good people.”

The hero understood the unsaid ‘so leave them be.’ “Opposites attract, right?” 

The villain having a family and people they cared for and people who cared for them in return was territory the hero didn’t want to cross into. Seeing them doing something as mundane as putting up Christmas decor was weird enough - and it was becoming increasingly hard to see them as a monster in this moment. 

“I guess so,” the villain said. “Thank you for this.”

The hero sighed, not looking up at the person who was supposed to be their enemy. “Just doing my job.”

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The ask box is open???? Then may I request a story between a playful animal-shape-shifter trickster woman, and the nobleman she annoys and occasionally pinches coins from? Make it as lighthearted or dark as you like :D

The sky was overcast, dark clouds bringing promise of the storm that’s been brewing for the past week and a half. All the lamps inside were lit, bathing the manor in soft yellow light that made her skin glow in mirrors as she passed by. It wasn’t too late that the guards would be wandering the halls, but it wasn’t early enough that the servants would be either. She could walk freely. 

Alana twirled the stolen coin between her fingers, eyes trained on the mesmerizing glint of golden metal in the light. More money was hidden in the secret pockets of her cloak - a pretty dark thing lined with thick fur that resembled her polar bear form. She highly doubted the nobleman would realize a few coins were missing from his safe.

She slipped the coin down her sleeve as she neared his study, the door already open. The young lord sat at his desk, hands pulling at his brown hair and eyes barely reading over the document placed in front of him. 

“Your hair’s messy.”

Exhaustion lined the sharp features of Andreas’s face. He looked even more tired as he realized who stood in his doorway. “I am very tired, and I do not have time for your antics.”

“Antics?” Alana asked, wandering over to his bookshelves. “You make me sound like a hooligan.”

Andreas scoffed. “You’re no hooligan, but you are very irritating. When I said you could visit the manor whenever you wanted, I did not mean you could visit every day and stay for most hours of the night.”

“Are you just nervous that you have a lady staying the night, Sir Lord? I thought you would appreciate all the opportunities I’m giving you to study me.” 

His face adorably flushed, but she recognized the spark in his eyes he got when he got caught up in talking about his ‘science,’ and ‘logic.’ “I’m not studying you, I’m studying your abilities. I’d like to know how and why your basic human properties change so that you are allowed to transform into various animals.” 

Alana shrugged, fingers threading through her silver hair. “It’s magic.”

“I know that, but all magic must have some scientific base to it, yes?” 

She sighed. “This again? How do you think science explains fire or water mages?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out. You are the only person I’ve ever seen who can shape-shift, and I am sure there is some scientific explanation for this anomaly.” 

“Anomaly? What am I, some alien?”

“Who knows? You might be.”

“That’s insulting, Your Majesty.”

At the mention of the kingdom’s ruler, Andreas’s face lost all it’s light, taking the warmth of the room with it. Fatigue settled like a cloud over him, so sudden that Alana took a step back to register the shock of it.  

“You need to leave this kingdom, Alana. That bastard has just done something so incredibly stupid and hateful that somehow everyone with influence outside his Court has united to try and convince him to reconsider.” 

“Bashing the royalty, are we? What happened?” 

Alana placed herself behind him, reading over his shoulder. But her body stilled and she barely dared to breathe, her mind not comprehending the curling words on the paper.  

 “He didn’t. He wouldn’t. That’s declaring war on his own kingdom.”

Andreas’s handsome face was dead serious. “He did. The King has just outlawed all magic wielders. All sinners punishable by death.”

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“You see, some people are born with a piece of night inside, and that hollow place can never be filled—not with all the good food or sunshine in the world. That emptiness cannot be banished, and so some days we wake with the feeling of the wind blowing through, and we must simply endure it.”

—Leigh Bardugo

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The villain had everything they could ever want.

Riches, men and women falling at their feet, good health, a warm, large bed and a stomach full with food. And more importantly - status and influence. They ruled over a city where they were feared.

Fear was good. Fear meant no challengers. Fear meant obedience. 

So why was there a little fledgling of a wannabe hero, chin held high as they questioned everything the villain had done? 

“How old are you kid? Do you even know who you’re talking to?” And how much that shattered window’ll cost you?

The hero sneered. “I’m only a few years younger than you. Barely. And of course I know who you are. Your reputation precedes you.”

“Right,” - the villain nodded, still staring at their window - “what do you want, urchin?” 

“I’m here to arrest you for your crimes.” 

The villain almost laughed, dragging their eyes back to the hero’s face. “Breaking into a person’s home is a crime -”

“So is murder.” 

“Yet you think you can break into this murder’s home and walk out alive and whole?” This time they did laugh. “I knew high schoolers were suicidal, but not this much.” 

“I’m not a high schooler! And I’m taking that as a confession!”

The hero wasn’t wrong - the villain had killed without a second thought, among many other various crimes. They should be in jail, rotting, especially since avoiding their sentence had turned into little more than a game. 

But entitled heroes who thought they were doing God’s work by beating up thugs in secluded alleyways were nothing more than annoying gnats who brought anarchy to the way things worked. 

“You can come quietly, or we can do this the hard way.” 

The villain pointed to themselves. “Do you see the gold around my neck? The size of my house? The clothes I wear? I live a king’s life. Why would I willingly give this up? I’m not a clown.” 

“No, but you’re evil.” The hero’s serious face twitched with hate. “And I’m going to bring you to where you belong.”

They brought their fists to their face and balanced their weight evenly, fully intent on fighting the villain. 

The villain shifted into a defensive stance. “All right, kid. Let’s see what you got.”

The hero lunged. 

Little fledgling gnats needed to be taught a lesson, anyways.

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“You were so confident you’d win.” The villain eased onto her feet, eyes bright with amusement and mirth. “It’s almost adorable.”

The hero hacked onto the floor, bruises throbbing and cuts bleeding, but barely able to feel the pain over the heart-wrenching shame of being beaten by the enemy. “Shut up.”

“Why? Ashamed you let yourself down?”

“Fuck off.”

“What, and leave you here? To escape? Oh, no, no, no... I can’t let that happen.” The villain smiled.

Dread pooled in the hero’s belly, their palms starting to shake. Not now. Panicking wouldn’t help. Squeezing their eyes shut, they forced themselves to breathe in and out, steeling themselves for the inevitable. “If you’re going to kill me just get it done with.”

In. Out. They would not cower in their last moments.

The villain laughed, incredulous.

“Kill you?” She asked. “That would take out all the fun! Stand up, hero. We’re just getting started.”

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Hey I have a question about south Asian characters in general. I’m writing a character in my fantasy novel who is smart, beautiful, really badass and hardworking. I’ve always envisioned her looking kind of south Asian, with the really dark smooth skin and lots of hair, super brows, all that good stuff. I’m wondering how problematic would it be to write her as a courtesan/escort/sex worker? I don’t want to offend anyone considering the sex trafficking issues Americans bring over in those regions.

There are a lot of factors that go into this answer! (So this is kinda long, just fyi) 

Firstly, does your character look at sex work as a kind of empowerment? Does she need to do it for the sake of paying off bills or loans? Is whatever country your character is from follow a religion based off on actual South Asian religion? While Hinduism doesn’t require women to cover up for God, women still are heavily sexulized and should wear clothes that are “decent.” (ugh - bs) That can influence how she looks at sex work - my parents were always super lax with religion, but, while they don’t care if I go out in booty shorts, they would probably throw a fit if I became a stripper/sex worker. I myself don’t think sex work is bad in any way, shape, or form (unless it’s non consensual, like sex trafficking) but I wouldn’t become a sex worker unless I had absolutely no other choice. So does she mind showing off her body for other people? Does she feel uncomfortable about it?

Also, does she live in a place different from her home land? (for instance, I live in the US, so my parents allow me more freedom with what I wear, and my view points are influenced by American culture. Are her views different from what her family members would think? 

The biggest question: is she doing this willingly? 

The above questions are based on if she made the choice to be a sex worker. If she didn’t, then you have a great opportunity to talk/send a message about sex trafficking that happens to women of color. (A great example would be Inej Ghafa from Six of Crows, a woc who was made to work in a pleasure house unwillingly). Is her skin color fetishized? Do people only want to go to her because her skin is like *insert food here*? 

You said she was hardworking, so I’m assuming she’s doing this willingly. Personally, I don’t think it’s problematic, but obviously, with sex work, there are going to be other people who disagree. Anybody can be a sex worker, it’s not only limited to people with lighter skin. I’d just be prepared for critics who may come at you voicing your worries and saying stuff like “omg you’re fetishizing people of color!!!!!!” 

Your story sounds really interesting btw! I’d love to hear more of it if you’re willing to share!

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Hey, may I request a prompt that the villain is badly hurt (emotionally or mentally) and the hero comforts them? If you do not want to write this, I totally understand. Have a good day anyways! P.S. I really, REALLY loved your last prompt!

I wasn’t sure if you wanted prompts or if you wanted a fic, sweetpea, so I decided to give you both. These are the prompts and the fic will be up soon. I am so so so so sorry this took so long, I swear I have a legitimate excuse (I don’t).  Tag me if you’re using one of my prompts, I’d love you read your writing!!!!

TW: depressing thoughts, sadness, blood, death, IF I’M MISSING ANYTHING PLEASE TELL ME!!

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1. Tears blurred the villain’s sight as they fell onto all fours, stomach knotting and bile burning through their esophagus. Shaking so much they could barely support their body weight, the villain almost crashed face first into the floor, before strong arms linked under their armpits and heaved them into a sitting position.

They swallowed hard, dry heaving instead of vomiting their guts out. Hand over their mouth, they stared at the dead body only a few feet in front of them, once so full of life now turned bleak and dull.

The hero shifted the villain onto their lap, stroking the hair away from their face. “It’s alright, I’ve got you. Look at me, not them.”

The villain let themselves lean back into the hero, bile rising again as they moved their stare to their hands, covered in dark red blood. “I killed them.”

“And violently, at that,” the hero muttered. “It’s okay. The first kill is always the hardest.”

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2. The top of the building was a long way up from the street, the sounds of the city testament to the fact that life didn’t stop even when the villain felt paralyzed with fear.

Fear, terror - they welcomed it with open arms. It had been so long since they felt something, and it was far too easy to imagine themselves falling over the edge and losing the fight to gravity. Would their body feel light, like they were flying, or would it feel heavy as they crashed to the ground?

Their sight grew dizzy and nausea twisted their stomach as they continued to stare down. All effort was going into making sure they didn’t fall.

“What the hell are you doing?”

A hand yanked them back from the ledge, and they fell onto their ass, shocked. The hero crouched down next to them, eyes alight with alarm as they grabbed the villain’s face.

“I -”

“I thought you were afraid of heights! What are you -”

“Sorry,” the villain said. “Sorry. I just wanted to feel something.”

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3. The villain fell, collapsing into the hero’s arms. The dam holding back their tears cracked and shattered completely, breaking them along with it.

The hero guided the villain’s head into their lap, running a hand through their hair as the other rubbed their back. The villain’s tears streamed down their cheeks and splashed onto the bed, but shame stopped them from outright sobbing.

The hero sighed, wiping away the villain’s tears with their thumbs. “Do you want to talk about it?”

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4. “I can erase it from your mind!”

The villain looked up at the hero, tear trails on their cheeks and eyes red. Their brows furrowed and they leaned away, the corners of their mouth tilting down. “Why would you do that for me?”

If they were being honest, seeing the villain in pain reminded the hero of their own bad memories, buried deep down into a neat little booklet of feelings they couldn’t decide if they were better with or without. Back when that pain had been fresh, they could have used someone to be there for them, to help them understand and get over their emotions instead of just repressing them.

Nobody was.

The hero wanted to be that person for the villain - maybe make them better in the process. But erasing the villain’s memories was the only way they knew how to help.

“I know what it’s like to be - to be hurting. I know you’re hurting, and maybe this could help,” they stuttered. “No pain, you could start this whole day over. You could start everything over, if you wanted.”  

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Request: could you make a list of physical features you think are distinct to indians

Answer: Indians don’t really have a distinct list of physical features, because we can look totally different from each other! Bollywood Actors are usually light skinned and are extremely beautiful (nothing wrong with that at all!!!) but there’s a lot of diversity in India.

Rule of thumb: when drawing/writing an Indian character or character of color please please, do not describe white features and then slap on dark skin or a poc title. I get that poc can have European features, but when it’s all poc it becomes an issue. At best it’s extremely annoying, and worst it can be damaging. I understand if you want your characters to be beautiful, but them having features from different cultures doesn’t make them ugly.

Anyway, here’s a list!

Most Indians I’ve seen usually have light brown to dark brown eyes!

We also have darker hair colors, like brown or black. Truth be told, most Indians are hairy, and since our hair is darker it shows up more easily. This does mean having great eyebrows though.

Some Indians can be white passing, others are as dark as you can get! What skin color to make them is your choice, though usually we are drawn/written with brown skin.

Though there are exceptions to every rule, Indians will NOT have small, white noses. Our noses can have bumps, they can be wide, they can be straight, they can be hooked, they’re probably gonna be a little bit bigger than average! For reference, I’d suggest looking up Indian people or whatever, but don’t only look at one person and be done with it! Like I said, we are very diverse. And don’t only look up Bollywood Actors!

Most Indians aren’t going to have extremely thin lips. You don’t have to make them extremely big! But usually our lips have a “presence.”

Height isn’t an issue, we can be tall and short, that’s your choice when making your character.

That’s all I can think of, for now!

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People from India! Since I myself am Indian. @jellybeansandrainbows

Would it be controversial to say that Native Americans are not Indians?

ey if anyone needs help writing Indian characters, my ask box is always open! i may not be able to answer all your questions, but i’ll definitely try my hardest!! it’s also open for literally anything at all!!!!!

SEND 👏 ME 👏 ASKS 👏 YOU 👏 COWARDS

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Beautifully written I love this

Upon graduating the academy, each superhero in training is granted the choice of training under a full fledged superhero. If you select their name, they are secretly notified and will come and find you, to see if they want to train you. There’s always a massive rush and squabble over the best names, the recognisable ones, in the records office. When looking through the names, you find one hidden at the back, having slipped out of the case. Its dirty, slightly torn, in elegant old writing, and seemingly long forgotten. Something inside you says that this is the one for you.  

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Gulab Jamun are little pieces of love. They should be called Gulab Janam.