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Sometimes I want something bad to happen to me. Its like a tell all for who really cares about you. For example if I ended up in the hospital who would I wake up to. Would I be alone in an empty room, or would they at least send flowers?
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“What happened to the girl I once knew” his eyes bore into mine. No deeper then that.
“She died,” the words slipped past my mouth like deadweight unable to be held anymore, “or at least she’s trying to.” I couldn’t help but giggle, this feeling of delight knowing I could never go back. The alcohol heavy, pouring, pouring, pouring. He probably would never understand but that’s ok. I was floating and nothing could bring me down. I could no longer feel the grass under my feet, but I knew my feet were bare. I was plunging into a world of unknown as his eyes continued to try to pierce a layer deeper then empty.
there’s something dead in the water and it might be me. the chassis floats, nearly buoyant, knocking against the side of my ship, pounded by the waves. i cast my net. i delicately waft the coarse rope through the water. it looks like pale seaweed. i pull it close, taut, and haul the chassis out of the water and over the side of my dinghy. a torrent of water floods from the white ceramic.
it’s the right color. the pale silky sheathe for the decoratives. this could be me, or it could be one of my sisters. a shed skin that could belong to any of my cohort.
the chassis is upside down. it looks like a broken doll on the bottom of my dinghy. i use my indelicate steel fingers to unwrap it from the net and turn it over. it weighs nothing. when i was in a chassis like this one, it felt very sturdy, strong and light, but in my steel pincers it feels like nothing so much as a glass ornament. It’s slippery, covered in algae bloom and strangling vines around the joints, and i do my best to gently tip it over.
it has my face.
hi hi you’re asking for requests so could you do a hero x villian where they’re roomates and like pretty comfortable w eachother and one of them just casually mentions that they’re touch starved one day and they end up making out,,?
There were advantages to living with the hero, believe it or not. They always did the laundry. They didn't get upset when the villain left dishes in the sink. They liked the same shows as the villain. Overall, it was a peaceful existence since the villain had given up being a criminal.
It started off as a pretty normal Saturday afternoon. The hero and the villain were on the couch, watching Netflix with popcorn and chips. The hero's legs were in the villain's lap, which had a blanket thrown over it. The villain found themselves enjoy the warmth of the hero, if wary of being in contact with them. As often happened when they were watching a show with the hero, they were looking at their former enemy. The hero got very invested in the things they watched. Their eyes were trained on what was happening on the screen. They weren't paying attention to the popcorn they were putting in their mouth, so kernels fell out of their hand as it travelled from the bowl to their mouth. It was adorable.
"You better get your feet away from me. I'm pretty touch-starved." The villain said.
The hero snapped out of their trance. They straightened their back, which was resting against the couch's arm.
"You're touch-starved?"
The villain shrugged. "Have I ever touched you when not necessary?"
It was true. Ignoring all the punching and kicking from past fights, the villain only touched the hero when passing them something or to stop them from tripping. Two very common occurrences.
"Hmm. I guess that's true."
The hero's attention was on the villain now. They used that super focus of theirs to judge the villain's facial expressions and body movements. They then patted the couch right in front of them.
"Well, come here. I don't want to leave you deprived."
"Really?"
The hero took the villain's arm and pulled them close. Now their knees were on the villain's legs. The villain's heart fluttered. The hero smiled at the villain's flustered face.
"Aw, look at you. All blushy."
The villain cleared their throat. "Can we just watch show?"
The hero shrugged and turned back to what was happening on the screen.
The villain tried to pay attention. They really did. It's not that the show wasn't interesting. The villain loved murder mystery as much as the next reformed criminal mastermind, but the hero moving or exclaiming with the show was too distracting. The way their eyes crinkled in surprise or how way they froze during a suspenseful scene was unbearable.
The villain had wanted to say or do something about these feelings for months. If they could try to take over the world, this would be a piece of cake.
"Did you know you're pretty cute?"
Once again, the hero was pulled away from the fictional world on the television. They gave crooked smile and blushed as they looked at the villain.
"I did know, actually."
"Oh, yes, of course." The villain said.
"I'm stopped in the street all the time when people want to tell me how attractive I am."
"Oh, right. How could I forget about that?"
Neither one of them registered how close their face were getting as they spoke. Not until the hero grabbed the villain's face and kissed them.
In the background, on the television show, the main detective and a mafia boss were having a shoot-out in a parking garage. It wasn't a very romantic scene to be kissing to, but the villain and the hero have never been ones for sappy stuff like love songs or rose petals.
The hero pulled away, hands still on the villain's cheeks, when they heard someone on the TV scream.
"Oh crap." They whispered. "The agent's down."
That was it for the moment. But it was enough for the villain.
So I was inspired by this promt. I think it turned out alright, lemme know of y’all want more or not because I kind of like it?
Nothing truly mattered, that’s what they all had wrong. The hero’s, the civilians, even a few crazy villains. Each and everyone of them believed that the world was made of different layers and every single thing they did mattered. They do bad things just to be remembered, and good things just to feel like they are better. It’s all wrong.
Tomorrow there will be nothing left of this place. In a few days the whole world will cease to exist. The only thing I regret is that I won’t be able to see it afterwords.
“Where is he”
“You’re too late, now please don’t try and force my hand,” my chest heaved as I sighed. Anticipating the hero moving towards me I quickly drew my leg up, skid to the side and jutted my leg back out into the hero’s side.
“I didn’t come alone.”
Suddenly my entire body lurched forward as the newest addition to this wild spat delivered their entering blow. Throwing my hands out in front of me I landed only to jump back up again. Looking behind me the first now stood with the second, looking like a chihuahua-bulldog duo. As my breathing evened I slowly stretched my hands out preparing for them to jump out so as to clap them with lightning. Only to be stopped as a dull pain entered my abdomen. My legs stuttered behind me as I looked down. A knife. A knife has put me on my knees. Damn now they have tested my limits.
“I could burn this city down and put you in the ground,” Pulling the knife out of my abdomen I held in tightly in my grasp as I slowly turned towards them. “Don’t. Fucking. Test. Me.”
“Oh yeah, I’ll have you back on your knees in a second, I’m sure it’ll feel better then when your lovely little villain does it,” bulldog looking hero teased as they cocked their head to the side, “was it their promise of nothingness, or the fact that they tied you to a bed that caused you to join their side?”
“You. Don’t. Know. ANYTHING!” Screaming I launched toward them swinging the blade towards their head only to have my arm pulled back by the first. Swiveling as I seethed. I lurched my arm out of their grasp throwing it back down right into their neck, watching as they looked at me with fear in their eyes.
“I said don’t test me, maybe you should have listened.”
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Choking is the only similar feeling I could describe it to. The air sat in my lungs unable to escape as I watched the villain walk from place to place around their lair. It wasn’t right. The villain never let their guard down. Always taking precautions for every situation. Even going to far as to purposely allow the world to give credit to other villains for the work they had done. Everything was wrong. For villain was not like the ones you read in comic books, no they were a stone cold killer with no mercy for anyone. I had been tracking and trailing them for years being careful not to let them know. Then I had to go after them while I was still sick. I thought maybe because I wasn’t in my normal gear they wouldn’t recognize me and just think I was another stranger walking past them. But when I looked in their eyes I knew they had me. Before I knew it Everything was completely black without a trace of life. Then I had woken up with a gag in my mouth, a IV in my arm, and the rest of my body locked to the table bellow me. The way they’re acting now is not normal and that is scary. It caused my veins to feel like ice, but maybe that’s the IV.
“I see your finally awake.” Scrunching my eyebrows, I squeezed my eye shut in pain. A quiet thrumming in my head slowly getting louder as I forced my mouth to open. As I started to speak a violent cough escaped from my lungs.
“Ah ah ah, I wouldn’t try that if I was you.” Finally the villain turned towards me, “you see I put an IV in your arm, an IV that weakens and turns off your powers.”
The villain continued to chuckle as they finished speaking. It was then that I knew why I couldn’t breath, why there was ice in my veins.
There was fire in my fingertips. Slowly inching upwards towards my palms, wrists, shoulders, my heart. It burnt but left no marks. An ache that doesn’t quell despite running my palms up and down my arms. Arms that have long since lost their bright pink hue. Now matching my legs, which blend into the swarming colors of the walls.
My favorite color was always blue. However now I wonder if choosing it was a premonition for the future failures of my life. Always my mother told me, “Sarnai,.. blue is such a sad color,” she would frown while saying this then proceed to smile,”why don’t you choose yellow, or even orange?” How she always tried to tell me colors mean everything, and they hold the secrets of the world. I still remember the shriek her lungs let out when the castle guards burnt down our home and stole me away. How she stared at the handkerchief on their arms. The navy handkerchief now being the only grasp on warmth I now have.
When I first saw the handkerchief it was only a small peak from beneath the armer clad sleeve. Days later I learned that I should have never seen it. The guard was supposed to have it hidden beneath all his armer. The fact that I had seen it peaking out at his wrist meant that the people of Gurdary have been loose lipped on the secrets we keep. At the time I didn’t understand how this could mean anything. Now I know as I pull the navy cloth around my body. The cloth that was hidden and wrapped around every guard from shoulder to shoulder hinted at the size of our kingdom. Something that no outsider would ever know.
I would now be considered a traitor. Even if I escaped from this cold delirious place. If I was ever seen by anyone of my people I would be killed immediately. For I have broken the most important law of our kind. I had let it be known how wide and vast we truly were. I’m sure the ones who have locked me in this cage are already on their way to bestow upon my people the cold blue color of death. It’s only a wonder how long till I receive the escape I so long for. Once again pulling the cloth I once thought to be a handkerchief around my body I closed my eyes and fell into the darkness.
