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The Villian found themselves pinned to the wall by the shorter hero, one arm stretched out and planted next to their face.

The Hero's free arm expressed the words they said. "Now of course there are going to be some rules and-"

The Villain's hand shot up and covered their lower face as the turned away from the Hero. Confused the hero looks up. A goofy smile seemed to creep up the Villian's face as their ears and cheeks turned a deep red.

A small smirk cracked on the hero's face as they reached up and pulled the Villians hand away.

"In the end, you want what all humans crave: love."

The words kept replaying in the Hero's mind. They didn't fancy themselves a romantic, nor were they desperate for affection; everything was fine as is. So then why did the Villain manage to weasel the thought into their mind?

A knock sounded from the door.

The Hero was up in an instant, rushing to the apartment door and fumbling with the lock. They wrenched it open.

The Villain smiled at them and withdraw a bouquet of flowers from behind their back. "Surprise?"

"How do you know where I live?"

"I have my ways. Did you think about my offer?"

The Hero remained still for a second, then reached out for the bouquet and brought it to their nose. The flowers were fragrant, roses and daisies and daffodils wrapped in paper. There was even a bow.

"The agency won't like it." They said.

"They won't."

"We're not a good match, you and I."

"We aren't."

"I accept."

"Definitl- what?" The Villain started.

"I accept your offer." The Hero grabbed the Villain by the collar and dragged them into the apartment, the door slamming behind them.

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semiaquatic secret agent

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Prompt (228)

The villain fell face first into the snow bank.

“If you laugh,” the villain warned the hero, “I’ll kidnap the mayor again.”

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Villian: "SCIENTISTS! Why are you all not finishing my nanobot army?"

Scientist A: "I don't know maybe it's because you kidnapped us all?"

Scientist B: "And we are all biologists."

Villian: "So?"

Scientist B: "We don't know anything about nanotechnology!"

Scientist A: "And you shot our cofffee deliver! Rest Greg's soul he was the best of us."

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Villian: "Oh, I've kidnapped aload of decaffeinated adult-children."

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Villian: "I can give you anything you want! Just join me and it could all be yours!"

Hero: "Can you give me a healthy sleep schedule? Oh what about a healthy work environment where you don't manipulate me?"

Villian: "uhhh."

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Very useful information that I am reposting so that I can find it later. Yep.

The symbolism of flowers

Flowers have a long history of symbolism that you can incorporate into your writing to give subtext.

Symbolism varies between cultures and customs, and these particular examples come from Victorian Era Britain. You'll find examples of this symbolism in many well-known novels of the era!

Amaryllis: Pride

Black-eyed Susan: Justice

Bluebell: Humility

Calla Lily: Beauty

Pink Camellia: Longing

Carnations: Female love

Yellow Carnation: Rejection

Clematis: Mental beauty

Columbine: Foolishness

Cyclamen: Resignation

Daffodil: Unrivalled love

Daisy: Innocence, loyalty

Forget-me-not: True love

Gardenia: Secret love

Geranium: Folly, stupidity

Gladiolus: Integrity, strength

Hibiscus: Delicate beauty

Honeysuckle: Bonds of love

Blue Hyacinth: Constancy

Hydrangea: Frigid, heartless

Iris: Faith, trust, wisdom

White Jasmine: Amiability

Lavender: Distrust

Lilac: Joy of youth

White Lily: Purity

Orange Lily: Hatred

Tiger Lily: Wealth, pride

Lily-of-the-valley: Sweetness, humility

Lotus: Enlightenment, rebirth

Magnolia: Nobility

Marigold: Grief, jealousy

Morning Glory: Affection

Nasturtium: Patriotism, conquest

Pansy: Thoughtfulness

Peony: Bashfulness, shame

Poppy: Consolation

Red Rose: Love

Yellow Rose: Jealously, infidelity

Snapdragon: Deception, grace

Sunflower: Adoration

Sweet Willian: Gallantry

Red Tulip: Passion

Violet: Watchfulness, modesty

Yarrow: Everlasting love

Zinnia: Absent, affection

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I find it more along the lines of the world they are in is in more control than I am. I am literally tied to the top of the car with no driver and so are the characters.

Hey writeblr I have a question!

So I often see posts in the same vein as this one here:

Things along the lines of "oh my characters are always changing the story, they're the ones that are really in charge."

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1. What is the largest land or sea mammal

2. Oldest living thing, (plant, animal, person, etc)

3. Oldest building

4. Fastest animal

5. Most aggressive species of rabbit.

I need y’all to ask me for random factoids about the universe/stories I’m writing. You all get no context for this.

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When writing I don't think, I simple throw up on the paper and look at what I had consumed.

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If you want to write a dumb little story with a dumb little plot and ridiculously silly characters. No one's stopping you. Genuinely, no one should be allowed to stop you. Write that dumb story with your whole heart and don't hold back.

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After shoving Hansel in the oven, the witch turns to Gretel - who is currently fending the witch off with a gingerbread chair - and says:

“I can’t believe you thought a trail of breadcrumbs would save you. I mean, honestly, this is a forest! It’s full of animals. Honestly, the very idea that a dumb shit like you thought you could get the better of me is absurd.”

Gretel hits her in the face with said chair. To be fair to the witch, she takes the chairshot like a champ.

“Ow!”

“Did you know,” says Gretel, “that crows are capable of facial recognition?”

“Eh?” Says the witch, clambering to her feet and pulling a candy cane sledgehammer off the wall. “What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Not only that,” Gretel continues, “but they can remember both friends and enemies. And they’ll often follow people they remember as friends.”

The two fence with their sugared weapons for a moment, before the witch knocks the chair out of Gretel’s hands.

“Enough with the bird facts! Honestly, this whole attempted escape has been utter clownshoes. Get in the fucking oven!”

She seizes Gretel by the collar. Gretel immediately sandbags, letting her whole body go limp. This eminently practical defense forces the witch to try and deadlift her. Which is hard, as the witch often skips leg day.

“For example,” Gretel says, as the witch struggles and grunts, “if you feed crows a lot of breadcrumbs, they’ll probably start to see you as a friend and follow you in the hope of more food.”

The witch stops. Outside, she hears the thunder of wings.

“They’ll even bring you shiny things they find as presents!” Says Gretel, as a corner of the gingerbread ceiling is suddenly cut away by a large crow with a knife in its mouth.

“Oh shitballs.” Says the witch, as the crows descend. “I hope you know this is a great unkindness.”

“Technically,” Says Gretel, “It’s a murder.”

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I don't know how this works, but I will try!

Once more for those in the back.

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I found a snake curly frie

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Villian: "How about you join me Mad Scientist, with your research we could rule the world."

Mad Scientist: "Um sir I'm a botanist."

Villian: "Oh."