#secret ID

[gingerly-writing]

Prompt #3289

"You- but you- I've seen you and [hero] in the same room! I watched you have a conversation!"

Something unknowable softened their smile. "You know how everyone thinks [hero] doesn't have any powers? That's not quite true. Self-duplication comes in handy for multiple things, especially secret IDs. But only if it's a secret."

[mirohtron]

to peel your heart in the name of acting

The hero feels dizzy. Unsteady on their feet.

The villain, their best friend, glares at them unmasked.

They know. They know. This is a curse.

"You seem rather surprised."

"You're..." my best friend. My dearest. My love. "Plainer than I thought."

"And not as young, I bet."

"Yeah."

It morphs into silence. The hero's heart thuds like a hammer, into their organs, dropping down past their stomach like a weight they're too weak to lift. They feel sick. They haven't eaten. There's bile clawing up their esophagus.

The hero heaves in a breath and turns away.

"I've unmasked several heroes before," says the villain. "Villains, too. There's something disappointing about seeing their face, isn't there?"

"Yeah." The hero's vision won't focus. Do they know? Do they know now? The hero's fingers curl into fists and they force the nausea down. "I'd rather continue the chase pretending this never happened."

"But it did happen. You'll never let this go, you'll search for me. Won't you?"

Like the searching hadn't been done. Like the hero doesn't know their favourite fruit, how they cut their apples, how they like it when the hero feeds them oranges, damn it. How they can be cruel sometimes and the hero expects it. How they watch them like a hawk when they're holding the kitchen knife, chopping up onions and garlic and chillies like they'll stab them.

Do they know? Did they always know? Were they just waiting for the hero to know, too?

The hero kneels down on wobbly feet. Untie the ropes with cold, numb hands.

The villain stares down at them. Their friend. The sweetest thing they had until a minute ago. The cruelest, most vicous thing they have. Their dearest. Their love.

The next day the hero falls ill, sneezing into tissues. The villain presses the paper against their nose, clogging the airways until the hero has to breathe through their mouth. The chicken soup is just a tad saltier. Their hands are just a little bit more rough. Their quips come more easily. They stare longer. The villain never leaves their side for a moment.

This is a curse. This is torture.

The villain wipes away a tear, pretending the hero's eyes are dry because of the cold weather. They pretend their sniffles are from the sickness.

"Hard, isn't it?" they say, tracing lines into the hero's palm. "Being an undergrad. Working so hard knowing damn well this is all fruitless work. The truth is rarely so kind."

"I've known."

"But it punches you in the face and you fall ill."

The hero pretends they're talking about their failed project. They take the villain's hand and squeeze hard. So hard it is past the strength of their civilian identity.

I love you. I love you. Is this what ends us?

It is kind of the villain to not acknowledge it.

"Thank you," the hero says, even though what they want to do is sob into their friend's chest and feel them card their fingers through their hair. I love you. I love you. Isn't that enough?

The villain takes a tissue and suffocates the hero with it until their nose chafes. "You're welcome."

All throughout their life, all that they were was just a pair of actors, weren't they?

[felixisfruity]

this is my least favourite thing ever /j i’ll never get over secret life

[Image ID: a screenshot of a Minecraft chat that reads “<Grian> shes dead scar” followed by “<Grian> you won”. End ID]

[dragondawdles]

peace and love on planet earth

[hinamie]

surprise it's yuri!!!in 2024

[quee-r-code]

Back to where it started.

[hehearse]

[8pxl]

the art vs the magic card ✨ artist proofs available here buy a wallpaper or leave a tip / twitter / instagram / shop 

[ryssbelle]

Thought of this while at work, sorry it's a bit hard to read I sketched it out really fast before my last shift lmao wanted to get it done so I could work on other stuff hehe

If it's any consultation Floyd is mostly talking about himself

[seawaveleo]

DON’T BLINK

[humans-are-tasty]

crochawk exchange for a crochawker

[gingerly-writing]

Prompt #3084

“You lied to me! You knew I was [villain] and you- and you- fuck!” They slammed their mask into the rooftop, glared across the city skyline. There was no need to protect their identity now. “You knew who I was all this time. Was our friendship a lie? Was- was- I came to you when my mother died! I trusted you! I fell in love with you!”

“Wait- what?”

“Fuck you!”

[kuuhaiyu]

It’s almost mesmerizing, the way Al-Haitham responds to him so well, head bent down and eyes narrowed in concentration. He moves with every light push from Kaveh, mirrors every shift in weight. He follows Kaveh’s lead confidently, unhesitantly, as if there’s no need to doubt where Kaveh will take him.  Like he believes in him. 

-- another name for a companion, chapter 1

time to post what everyone (me) has been waiting for from me with bated breath: haikavetham masquerade

[gingersnapped]

sometimes, neighbors can be a guy with an upside down house, another guy with a sideways house, a girl with a mound for a house, and a dog named mailbox

[ash-and-starlight]

i was tagged by @ranilla-bean and @erisenyo in both the “last line” and “six sentences” wip challenges soooo wildly rummaging through the 6 5 wips that im working on lately 👀

tagging uhhh the girl (gender neutral) reading this 🫵 if u feel like sharing or talking about your wips feel free to do so!!

[justwannabecat]

The one where having a secret lab in the basement is not as much of a red flag as it should be.

Because somehow, EVERY. SINGLE. ADULT. IN ALL OF AMITY. Have “secret” basements.

Sure, MOST of them have refitted them to act as emergency bunkers in case there’s another large-scale ghost attack, with rations and shields and blankets and all that, BUT. Even BEFORE the portal opened up, they were there.

Some of them were laboratories dedicated to one of many sciences. Some of them were just storage for the more concerning family heirlooms. At least one person kept the taxidermied bodies of each and every pet they had over their lifetime. Really, it was more odd for someone to not have some weird secret in their basement.

So when Danny ran from Amity and learned just how many people didn’t have strange, niche basements for their hobbies, he was a little put off. When he was eventually asked to stay with the Wayne family in Gotham, well, maybe he could have phrased it better.

How was he supposed to know that asking if they had a “super-secret basement either for your job, your personal life, or disaster prevention” would lead to them thinking he knew about their nightlife?