"im steel-chested and diamond-eyed"

How to make a plot villainous enough to attract they attention but tame enough they won’t get hurt

Would calling their cell for a random chat because like villain-creepy or stalker-creepy? Or both?

Okay so when they wink at me after a great comeback, is that just their charismatic arrogance or do they maybe like me back?

My newest villain monologue was gonna include this bit about my rough childhood but idk that feels like a fifth date fight subject

7. It’s our one year anniversary fuck how does one celebrate an anniversary of rivalry and one-sided devotion

8. Where’s your enemy when you just watched a sad movie and need a hug

9. It’s mid january what the shit are they doing out here without a scarf and gloves and would it be weird if I offered them mine

10. I will kill one person for every ten minutes you’re late - hope you can make it! Love, Devoted to you, Yours forever, - me

WHY, specifically, is it black peoples' facial expressions that are seen as just so comical or exaggerated? analyze the history of this nation's comedy and tell me why you might be predisposed to thinking of black peoples' faces as just, "more emotive" or exaggeratedly funny than a white or nonblack person's

and throughout those years, 00s-10s, many black bloggers -- victims of the mass staff-led purge (under the cover of them being 'russian' while reichblr still exists) -- they DID tell us it was a problem, DID try to educate people who freak out at the insinuation of 'being racist,' DID argue, DID point out the duplicity and the appropriation and the gross equivalence of african american slang with unintelligence, goofiness, etc. and they were ignored, abused, cancelled, chased off, until being eventually mass deleted by our racist transmisogynistic staff.

we didn't do enough, and the generation after us gen z "kids" didn't stop the trend. using the '-ahh' suffix. rizz. no cap. ate. delulu. it's giving. it's serving. crash out. lock in. aura. tea. main character. bruh. slay. real. keep it 100.

all of the following images are or were popular reaction images! what do they all have in common?

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ya used to be able to send people to sleep with the fishes, and now ya get responses like "nature's fleshlight" and a rant about some gas station sushi

can't even crack skulls anymore since cracking took on a new meanin

guy owed me $67 yesterday. had to break both his kneecaps cause he wouldn't stop doin the hand gestures after the first one.

anymore since cracking took

on a new meanin

Jason: Ok, I know why you are here. You’re my dad, and you’re helping me carrying all these crap.

Bruce: Hn.

Jason, gesturing to Tim and Damian, who’re also helping with carrying his stuff: And I know why they are here, because they live with you.

Tim, snapping to attention: Wow, I can feel the love.

Damian: A simple ‘thank you’ would’ve sufficed, Todd.

Jason: And I know why Alfred is here, because he’s the one that drove us all the way here.

Alfred: Quite. Although I believe is your father that did most of the driving.

Jason: Yes, right. But what I don’t understand is why you are here.

Dick: I wouldn’t have missed it for the world :D

Jason: Neither would Steph, but you don’t see her taking time off school.

Dick: I love you very much :D

Jason: So does Cass, but she’s in Hongkong, and you don’t see her flying here just to see me go to college.

Dick: I’m very free because it’s still summer :D

Jason: And Duke is still on summer vacation, but you don’t see him skipping what he had to do.

Dick: :D

Jason: Right.

Jason: Well, if your boss gets mad at you for missing work in the middle of an important case, it’s not my fault.

It was after Jason finally left to his dorms, waving a hand goodbye without looking back, that the other half of the reason why Dick, and Tim for that matter, was here surfaced.

As soon as Jason was out of earshot:

Bruce: q.q QAQ TAT

Dick: Awwwwwwww, its ok B~

Bruce: downright sobbing because he’s so proud of Jason

Tim: We'll call him everyday.

Bruce: sobbing harder because he doesn’t want to bother Jason

Dick, mind reading: B~ it’s okay! We're his siblings. We'll annoy him until he calls you!!!!!

Alfred, also mind reading: Quite. That boy is going to do great, Mater Bruce, you got nothing to worry about.

Bruce: T^T

Tim, also also mind reading: Aw, B, we know you love us.

Batman: Black and White (2020) #5

I don't know if you wrote anything like this before, but is it possible to have a hurt villain x caretaker hero?

Btw i read a lot of your posts and I love everything you write.

"Look what the rats dragged in," the villain said. "Do you have a medical license to go with that cape?"

The hero's brow furrowed, taking in the sight of the villain, imobiilised against the bed. The prison medical bay had been emptied except for them. And the villain...

"Bloody hell."

"You should see the other guys."

"I did," the hero said. "They took me by the morgue first before they'd let me in. Something, something, you're still dangerous even when you're incapacitated. You know. Because I have such a poor understanding of what you're capable of."

The villain smiled, cracking their lip open again, fresh blood welling up. Their teeth were already stained with gore they hadn't had the chance to clean away.

The hero moved over to them to get a closer look, gaze roaming over the splatterings of blood and the visible signs of injury. Bruises. Swelling. A nasty gash along their cheek.

"You want to tell me what happened?" the hero asked.

"There's video footage. They record everything in here."

"I'm not interested in the video footage, I'm interested in talking to you. I'm going to sit you up, is that okay?"

The villain's gaze moved over to them in turn. Beneath the carnage, the fearsome threat of violence, the villain looked tired. Thinner than when the hero had last seen them. Like some vital essence of them was being slowly leeched away.

"If I say no?"

"I'll do my best to treat you laying down. Wait. How are your ribs? Can you even sit?"

"You could just let me die."

The hero's stomach squirmed, revulsion rising in their chest at the thought.

The villain's mouth twitched in another mirthless smile. Their fingers flickered, an indication that the hero could adjust the mechanical bed. The hero pressed the button, taking a moment to steady themselves as the villain's upper body carefully rose. Their eyes squeezed shut in pain.

The hero's eyes narrowed, hand going tentatively to the villain's torso, inching their shirt up. The bruises beneath the material were even more livid than the ones on their face.

"These are broken," the hero said.

"They're just ribs."

"Not if they puncture-" The hero caught themselves. They exhaled a breath through their teeth. When they glanced up, the villain's gaze was on them, with no pretense.

The hero's heartbeat quickened. They had to resist the stupid urge to reach out, less professionally, to cup the villain's face.

"Alright," the hero said, softly, instead. "I'm going to do what I can and clean you off. I'll get you some water for your mouth. Rinse and spit so I can check your teeth. Does that sound good?"

"You're a living saint." The villain's voice was just as soft, and infinitely more bitter.

"...And I'll get some pain meds."

The hero felt the villain watching them as they moved around the room, gathering the necessary supplies. When they looked back, though, the villain's attention was always idly elsewhere. The ceiling. The wall. The restraints keeping them strapped down like an apex predator inclined to rampage.

When the hero returned, the villain sipped the water, rinsed and spat the blood away without sending it at the hero's face. They let the hero dab at their body with a warm damp cloth, apply disinfectant, bandages and the like as needed.

That was something.

"Do you want to die?" the hero asked, quietly.

The villain laughed.

"Is that funny?" the hero asked, next.

"If you were going to kill me, conqueror, I wouldn't be in this hell hole."

"And if you wanted to die, I suppose," the hero said, "you could have let them kill you instead of fighting back."

"I wasn't going to be finished off by rats. That's just embarrassing."

"How's the pain now?"

"Fighting you was worse."

"I'm sorry I haven't visited," the hero said, tone as gentle as their hands.

The villain scowled, laughter dying. They looked like they wanted to say something, then didn't.

"They want to put you in solitary for this. I'll talk to the warden," the hero said. "You didn't start the fight. You shouldn't be punished for it."

"I shouldn't be punished for murder, hero mine? What are you punishing me for then?"

"I'm not - I -" The hero floundered, then closed their mouth.

They focused on the things they could treat. The wounds they could keep from festering.

"It wasn't meant as punishment," the hero said. "I just had to stop you."

"And they just had to keep me alive," the villain said. "Prod me and poke me and take my blood and my hair and whatever else that so fascinates them about their most valuable asset. Two wrongs do, as ever, make a right."

The hero tensed, gaze cutting up to the villain's face.

The villain smiled at them, blissfully, as the pain medication finally seemed to begin to take effect. Their usually sharp eyes turned cloudier, if no less deadly for being a poisonous fog instead of a blade.

"...you wanted them to call me," the hero said. "You knew they'd be too scared to get close enough to give you even basic first aid."

And knew, too, that the warden would never simply let them die in a fight, or by the hand of a guard, no matter how many other inmates they took out.

The villain blew a kiss their way, and closed their eyes.

"You always care so damn much," they said, voice turning a little slurred. "Care enough to keep me yourself, won't you?"

When the villain drifted off in front of them, pain medication aside, the hero knew they hadn't slept properly for months. Likely not since their capture.

The hero swallowed.

They reached out, brushing their fingers carefully along the less bruised half of the villain's face.

Unconscious, they didn't seem so terrifying a thing. They didn't seem unstoppable at all.

"I'll talk to the warden," the hero murmured, though the villain couldn't hear them. "None of them will ever hurt you again."

But, unstoppable, the villain was.

and i know most of yous didnt know this and thats fine! no need to apologise im not trying to make u feel bad, im just trying to navigate fandom and this website without being constantly exposed to a really awful racist slur

if u have to use that specific term, at least keep the slashes between the letters. it still sucks to see tho ngl. even better! stick to omegaverse or instead use aob (alpha-omega-beta) (imo its also nicer to pronounce; ay-oh-bee. ayo-bee)