#protagonist

[xptobie]

Doodled them silly lil schmookums

[krilzuo]

Feeling romantical..

[aziidaa]

wonder what theyre yappin abt

[the-broken-pen]

“Oh my god—“

“Not quite, love” The antagonist smirked. “If you ask nicely, however, I may be inclined to play along.”

“You’re—“

“A villain, yes.”

The protagonist tried to stop their hands from shaking as the antagonist looked them up and down.

“Why are you in my neighborhood bodega?” The protagonist said finally, and the villain quirked a brow.

“Even famous people need to eat,” the antagonist tucked their hands into their exquisitely tailored suit.

The bag of chips in the protagonists grip crinkled, and the villain inspected them.

“Not the healthiest choice.”

They gave an unamused laugh. “The cheapest.”

The antagonist’s eyes ran over their face, as if taking in their slightly gaunt cheeks.

“Heroism doesn’t pay well, it seems.”

The protagonist looked them up and down.

“Villainy does, it seems.”

At that, the antagonist chuckled, eyes glimmering like they had finally found something to peak their interest.

Behind them, the check out counter beeped and spit out a receipt, which the antagonist promptly crumpled and threw away.

“I’ll be watching,” they said with a nonchalance that did not match the threat of stalking, and disappeared out the sliding doors.

The protagonist stood in front of the machine, slightly awe struck and slightly afraid, until a clerk sidled up to them.

“Old friend?” The clerk asked.

The protagonist glanced over at them, then back towards the door.

“Not quite,” they answered.

They paid for their chips and left, hands pink with cold by the time they got to their apartment.

Attached to their door was an cream colored envelope full of money, and a note in elegant handwriting that simply said “Buy yourself more groceries. Your fridge is a tragedy.”

The protagonist never quite got rid of the antagonist after that.

[kawacy]

Wooper

[katrasining]

Bois I have either adopted and/or triggered my cute aggression ❤️

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

[candlehearts]

was anyone else thinking about this

[the-modern-typewriter]

Hello, love your work so much!! Could you do one where the antagonist has betrayed the protagonist (their lover) and their friends but instead of handing protag off to whoever like the friends, they’ve been allowed to keep them to do whatever because they’re very very off the rails obsessed with them and very possessive of them too? Sorry if it’s specific and thank you!! Have a lovely day :)

"You can't be angry with me forever, love," the antagonist said, from the doorway. "Would you rather have been taken away with them?"

The protagonist said nothing. They seethed with everything they wanted to scream, with the accusations ready to be hurled like missiles to end the world. Too much.

"I told you I'd protect you," the antagonist continued. "That I'd always protect you."

"This is protection?" It spat out before the protagonist could stop it. They gave the chain around their ankle a rough shake.

"From yourself."

The protagonist barked a bitter laugh. They clamped their jaw shut again.

"From the world," the antagonist continued. They moved further into the room. "There are many people out there who would hurt you, take you away from me."

"Seems like a blessing to be taken away from you!"

"You don't mean that."

"Oh, I do. Come closer and I'll show you just how sincere I am."

The antagonist stopped just out of arm's reach.

It reminded the protagonist of the handover. Their friends bundled bound and thrashing into the backs of vans, still reeling from the anti-magic pulse and the betrayal of it all, until the protagonist was the only one left.

The governor had turned towards them, had started to move forward with all of his goons, before he'd seen the look on the antagonist's face and the way their body wrapped around the protagonist. Gravital orbit. A warped black hole of a love.

"Try," the antagonist had said, almost pleasantly. Almost.

The governor had not tried.

The governor had flinched.

"I understand that you feel betrayed now, you loved your friends," the antagonist pressed. "You're good like that. But you'll come to see that separation from them was for the best."

The protagonist squeezed their eyes shut and wished they could block the poisonous words so easily.

How could they have been so wrong about their lover?

"They were a bad influence," the antagonist said.

"You mean they weren't you."

The antagonist paused.

When the protagonist looked at them again, the antagonist's head had tilted, curiously. They didn't seem offended.

Bile burned in the protagonist's throat at the truth of it. "They're not a bad influence, they never were, you just don't want me to have anyone who isn't you. I was getting too into the resistance. Too into something that wasn't you. You, you, you!"

A mask had fallen away from the antagonist's face. They'd always been attentive, but the betrayal had stripped the lies of normality away. There was only obsession left in their eyes. Raw and burning. A supernova of love, taking out everything in its path.

The protagonist swallowed and faltered. For the first time, fear crept past the fury, cold and slithering.

"And now," the antagonist closed the gap between them, "I'm all you have." They captured the protagonist's face in their hands, anticipating the protagonist's attempt to lunge in one devastating move. They leaned down, looming, to press a claiming kiss to the protagonist's mouth. "I win."

It was like being winded. Like being stabbed. Like being run through entirely. The protagonist made a soft, pained sound.

The antagonist smiled, thumb caressing their cheek. "Love hurts."

"I don't love you. I will never love you after what you did."

"You will."

"If you truly loved me, you wouldn't do this. If you truly loved me-"

"-I said you can't be angry," the antagonist said, after a beat, "but honestly I don't really mind. It just felt like something I should say." Their whole posture relaxed, alarmingly away from whatever front of concern and regret they had been putting up. "Your anger is mine too. So is your hate. So is everything you are. It's interesting seeing this side of you."

The protagonist stared up at them.

"That is true love," the antagonist said. "I love everything about you. I will take it all for my own. To have, to hold and cherish, until death do us part."

"You're crazy," the protagonist whispered.

"Crazy in love."

The antagonist leaned down and kissed them again soundly.

They really wished they'd been handed over with their friends.

[navigatorwriting]

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"Hold this for me." Before the hero had a chance to object, the villain shoved the bloodied axe into their hands and dropped to rifle through their bag.

The hero squeezed their eyes shut and took a shaky breath, trying not to think about the smell. Oh God, they were holding the villain's axe. The blood was probably still warm. The hero's chest tightened. The stench was overwhelming. They thought they might faint.

"It's not going to bite you," the villain said.

The hero's lower lip trembled. "P-please take it back."

The villain sighed. The hero felt the axe lift from their outstretched hands. They opened their eyes.

The villain was looking at them, a mix of understanding and impatience in their eyes. "If you're going to vomit, let's get it over with," they said, "but don't faint on me. You're no good to me unconscious."

They started to cry instead.

The villain let out an exasperated sigh and stooped to pick up their bag. "Cut that out, I don't have time for that." They hoisted their axe over their shoulder. "If you're not going to vomit, let's go."

"Why are you doing this?" the hero choked out.

The villain looked them up and down. They had already noticed the hero was small; it was why the villain chose to spare them. But there was more that the villain hadn't realized immediately... they looked frail. Shellshocked. And, frankly, too young for this kind of setting. They had a feeling the hero wasn't too loyal to their team's cause, or at least that's how the villain wanted them to feel. It would be easier to earn the hero's trust if their morals weren't in the way.

The villain blinked. Were they going soft?

"It's business," the villain said finally, furrowing their eyebrows, mildly irked at how protective they suddenly felt. "And it should be for you, too."

They grabbed the hero by the shirt collar and pulled them face to face, startling them. They'd be damned if they went soft on the hero already.

"Because I'm your best shot at getting out of here alive."

[jeshoo-pon]

Dw guys they're having a consensual workplace relationship >;3

[sakura-arts]

Indie Mascot Horror Protag Trio Squad

[exammole]

The entire Area Zero gang is a group of weird kids who saved the world. Nemona is an autistic girl with a hyperfixation who weirds everyone out, Penny is a chronically online and bullied furry, Arven is a depressed orphan with parental issues, and Protag is literally the player. They also have a oversized magical lizard dog

[aziidaa]

some mor elevator hitch sketches wahooo

[lemon-pilled]

> "Oh good, you made it just on time! Please, take a seat!"

[writingwithfolklore]

10 Questions to Ask About your Protagonist

What’s their ancestry? Where’s their family from? Do they know? Are they proud of their ancestors?

If they could be or do anything in the world, who would they be? What would they be doing? What does their ideal world look like?

How is their relationship to their family? How often do they speak (if at all)? How close do they feel with them?

How do they cope with stress? What’s their main go-to comfort?

What skills do they have? What skills do they not have that they maybe should’ve learned?

An accident has occurred, who are they calling first? Who are they closest with, and who do they trust the most? Are those two the same person? (And who would call them in the same situation?)

What responsibilities do they have? School, work, personal?

How do they feel about their government? Or other forms of authority?

What’s their perfect day look like?

What would absolutely destroy them? What can’t they live without?