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two cent motivation - 9-26, 8:26pm

Little Red Riding Hood isn’t an idiot. She knows the creature before her isn’t her grandmother. But honestly, this wolf has been nicer to her more than her grandmother ever had been.

Hi! I realize that I kind of disappeared for a little while. My inspiration has been running low lately, so I haven’t had any new writing or art to share. When that happens from now on, I’m going to try writing little blurbs like this to let y’all know that I’m still alive. I am working on a short snippet at the moment, and also a couple longer fanfictions.

Since I’m on the subject, what platforms would y’all recommend for sharing fanfictions? I’m still very new to this. Should I share a little preview of each chapter on here and then link the full chapter on AO3 or whatever website I eventually decide on using? What’s usually done?

I hope this update find you well. Cheers!

Well it seems that I uh disappeared again. I’ve been in a sort of creative slump. I should probably say now that I don’t think I’m going to be posting regularly at all. This blog is something I’m doing for fun, so it’s not going to be a top priority of me. I will still try to post as often as I can and I guess we’ll see what happens.

A Choice to Love You (Prompt Fill)

TW: Slight violence/angst (but it's otherwise cute)

Prompt is from @nuttynutcycle

"I feel stolkholm syndromed!" The villain pressed their face against the bars. "There's only one cure. Let me out so I can take you to dinner. I totally won't escape."

The prison guard sighed.

Villain's flirty quips were starting to get ridiculous, and even harder to ignore.

She was sure his strategy was to annoy her to death. It just might have been working.

Though Guard's back was turned to Villain, she heard the tip-tap of his nails drumming against the bars. "Oh my dearest guard," he sing-songed.

Guard glanced upward in a silent plea to the heavens. For what, exactly, she couldn't say. "Shut up, Villain."

"Aww, you don't mean that, doll," Villain said, the pout evident in his voice. "Why don't you unlock this door and I'll make it up to you. I can be very persuasive."

Guard shot him a look over her shoulder at that. The shorter pieces of hair that escaped her ponytail swept into her eyes and she tucked them back with a glare. "You're persuading me to ram my head into a brick wall. Repeatedly." Her tone was desert-dry.

Villain flashed a glowing smile like she'd just told a particularly funny joke. "Oh, doll." He tutted. His voice turned silken, eyes gleaming with mischief. "We can't have you scuffing up that pretty face of yours. That would be the real crime. You'd have to lock yourself in here."

Guard rolled her eyes and turned all the way around to face him. She loathed the way her cheeks tinged with heat at his words. Anything out of his mouth, even his particularly dorky brand of charm, was pure manipulation. Nothing from Villain could be trusted.

"What part of shut up are you unable to grasp?" She asked, lifting a brow. "I don't get paid enough to listen to you yapping on and on every day."

Villain eyed her with delight, and she immediately felt she'd misstepped. "If you'd like to come in here and shut me up, you'll hear no complaints from me."

Guard pinched the bridge of her nose between two fingers, exhaling slowly. "You are insufferable," she murmured.

Villain casually rested his arms so they dangled outside the bars, looking Guard up and down. Not that there was much to see through her silver armor; a modernized version far thinner and less bulky than the clunky beasts of medieval times, but a strong, sleek suit of metal providing all of the same protection.

Villain's sleeves were rolled up half of the way, revealing the lean muscle underneath.

His eyes were still bright. They almost glowed honeyed in the dim light, like melted caramel.

"I'll be anything for you, baby," Villain purred, setting Guard's insides alight.

He was looking at her like she was something to devour whole.

"Oh my gods." Guard turned her back to Villain again, hand twitching over the hilt of her weapon. Its steady weight was a comfort against her hip even as her face went hot.

"Now, now. Don't be that way. Want a piece of advice?"

"No. But I have a sneaking suspicion you'll keep speaking anyway," Guard deadpanned.

Villain barreled on, undeterred. "In 2 minutes, I'll be out of this cell. I'd prefer you comply quietly and offer your beautiful helping hands, but since I know you won't, I apologize in advance for the bruises."

That shot a cold trill down her spine.

His tone had changed. It morphed into something more serious, more like he was admonishing a child who scraped their knee when running into the street after being warned of its dangers and disobeying anyway.

Guard's eyes shot back to Villain. "What?"

She whipped back around as an alarm blared through the compound.

Someone had made it through the first 3 defenses and into the compound. It wouldn't be long until the intruders were at her door, if Villain was who they were after.

Guard moved with practiced efficiency refined by years of training and dialed the distress code into the keypad on the wall, then swinging the built-in barricade down and locking it into place.

She backed away from the door and closer to the cell so as to have the widest view of the room.

Guard unholstered her weapon and raised her communicator to her mouth, inhaling to speak when a soft creak sounded behind her.

The cell door was open.

Before she could finish whirling around, Villain had looped the chain that connected his handcuffs, around her neck and yanked her flush against him, dragging her into the belly of the cell.

Guard scrabbled at the suffocating force, raising her weapon with her free hand, but Villain jerked them both into the wall with a pained grunt, knocking it from her hands.

The world went slightly fuzzy at the impact.

Guard's stomach flipped as she made to grab for the weapon from the floor, but Villain wrenched the chains tighter against her throat in warning.

She made a choked attempt at gasping for air.

She was only faintly aware of Villain kicking the gun away. It skidded away against the cement floor.

Spots danced in the edges of her vision.

Villain allowed an inch of slack and she gulped in a breath of air, sputtering and coughing as it caught in her throat.

Lips pressed hot against the shell of her ear and she froze.

"You don't have to fight me, doll." That silken voice was back. "I so preferred it not to come to this. Unlock my shackles and I'll be on my way."

The power-suppressing cuffs on Villain's wrists were fingerprint activated. They could only be removed by Hero himself, or of course, his most trusted guard.

Guard sucked in a few more ragged breaths, hands gripping at the chain pressing just a little too hard against her windpipe.

"I won't," she rasped. "You'll have to kill me and scan the thumb of my cold, dead corpse."

She tried to slam her head back, but Villain was tall enough that it wouldn't collide with his nose anyway.

Villain gave the chain a slight tug and Guard craned onto her toes to accommodate, pressing back against Villain's chest to alleviate the added pressure.

A twinge of panic shot through her.

"Now, doll." Villain's voice was a dangerous croon, his breath warming her cheek. "Don't be so stubborn. Any other one of those guards and I'd have snapped their neck by now. We're really all quite lucky it's you instead, don't you agree? None of your friends have to die, you get to walk unscathed--well, apart from the swelling, I am sorry for that, lover--and I leave this building without quaking it to the ground with your beloved team inside. What do you say?"

There was banging against the barricaded door, shouts and gunshots ringing out.

Guard's gut twisted, wondering who was being hurt. Which of her friends would be dead when the door opened?"

When she didn't speak, Villain rambled on. "My crew has different preferences for going about this, as you can see, but I fancy you, so I want to give you the choice."

He sounded delighted again.

She heard the rattling of metal as Villain shifted the chains into one hand, using the other to stroke his fingertips gently down Guard's temple, soothing. Despite herself, a shiver rushed through her at the touch.

He leaned in again, this time murmuring against her hair. His voice grew into something tender, something fond. "I'll still take you to dinner. Whatever you'd like, doll. Sky's the limit, at no higher than...$27 a meal."

Guard snorted, then burned guilty for it.

Villain pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "No one has to get hurt, lover." He spoke softly. "The choice is yours."

Guard swallowed, squeezing her eyes shut.

She reached over her shoulder to offer up her hand, the key to Villain's freedom etched into her calloused fingertips.

She felt Villain's smile against her hair as he took it gently. The shackles clattered discarded to the floor.

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Just to Impress You

prompt by @some-messed-up-writing-for-you

Prompt indented

The young villain, barely 16, fled down the alley, pebbles of asphalt scattering under the tread of his sneakers.

Oh this was bad, this was so, so bad...

He dashed into the street without heed, car horns blaring and drivers shouting over the squeal of tires narrowly dodging the young villain.

Villain flinched as a taxi skidded into him, unable to stop in time, and he rolled over its hood with a series of thuds.

"S-Sorry!" he blurted, sprinting onward.

He chanced a glance behind him. Supervillain was right there. Though the man wasn't running, his long strides carried him just as efficiently, as if he were gliding on ice.

A humiliating squeak escaped Villain.

If he could just get around this next corner, he could climb the fire escape and maybe then...

"This is really just a mis-misunderstanding, maybe we could just- Ah!"

Supervillain seized the boy by the collar of his shirt, yanking him precariously onto his toes and slamming him against the wall.

Villain scrabbled at the older villain's grip for a few seconds, kicking his feet which were only barely grazing the floor. "Let me go!"

A glance at Supervillain's hardened expression froze him to the spot. He stopped struggling, limbs going slack to obey the unspoken command.

Oh crap, he was so dead... So, so dead.

He almost wanted to laugh. He had been so smug, so sure he could contain a man as powerful as Supervillain, and with what? His own silly tech-fuelled superpowers he'd cooked up in a high school lab?

He'd really thought he'd done it, for a moment there... For all of 3 seconds, Supervillain was apprehended under his control. The adrenaline rush was exhilarating.

Now it was a suffocating force; a thrashing heartbeat and breaths that wouldn't come.

Supervillain's face was a blank slate, some unmovable stone that wouldn't yield.

It chilled Villain to the bone.

When Supervillain spoke, his tone was smooth--level in an almost mechanical way that seized hold of his attention. It was low and flowing, icy with a dangerous edge. "Bit off a bit more than you could chew, did you?"

"Um." Villain swallowed, straining to touch the floor.

All words seemed to leave him, too frazzled to form a coherent thought. All that came out was a raspy-

"-I bet you admire my tenacity, right?"

Supervillain's brown quirked, the only change in his otherwise stoic mask. He gently lifted a hand, palm crackling with power.

Villain's vision went foggy at the edges.

Supervillain gave a long-suffering sigh. His tone turned more pitying.

"These heroes recruit younger and younger these days. I don't enjoy hurting children, boy, truly. But there's only one way to make them learn."

He moved the hand, swarming with power, closer to Villain's neck.

His stomach bottomed out.

"I'm not a hero, I'm not, I swear!" He squealed, writing in a panic once more.

Supervillain frowned, but paused, looking the younger villain over. "Then what are you? A sidekick? Someone's pet?"

Ouch...

"I'm, uh--" He swallowed, cheeks burning. It was embarrassing to say it now. "A villain. Like you."

He tracked Supervillain's expression but it didn't change. He expected the man to laugh. Instead, he stared.

Villain tried not to squirm beneath it.

The energy in Supervillain's palm snuffed out of existence, and he used the now-free hand to swipe it over his face, rubbing at the dark circles under his eyes. He looked more than a little irate, now.

"Then why, pray tell, were you trying to apprehend me?"

A broken smile, still a little horrified at the edges, graced the boy's face. "I, ah.... Wanted to make an impression on you?"

There was silence.

Another deep sigh.

Villain's feet suddenly hit the floor, the grip on his clothes vanishing.

"Next time," Supervillain said, voice low, "I'll vaporize you. Hero or villain, this is not a game for children."

Villain frowned. "I'm not a--"

He promptly shut up at the glare Supervillain shot him.

Supervillain ruffled the boy's hair, too rough to be affectionate. Villain braced himself against it.

Supervillain leaned closer, wetting his lips. "Do not count on my mercy a second time."

With that, he checked his watch and his empty expression slotted back into place. He turned away, starting back the way they had come.

The streetlights flickered and sparked above him as if crowning his way, some cosmic admission of who's world it really was.

Villain ached for that kid of purpose.

Now he really wanted to impress him.

You are amortal, not immortal, most don’t know or care for the distinction but the two conditions could not be more different

Writing Snippet #9

*So I had to add oil to my car at a creepy gas station in the middle of the night this week… here’s my “what if” hero/villain snippet inspired by that. (ALSO: this is definitely not meant to be a ‘girls don’t know how to fix cars’ stereotype, it is just 100% that I personally don’t know how to fix cars haha) Hope you enjoy!* 

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Click. 

Hero lifted the gas nozzle and returned it to the pump, twisting the gas cap back into place before sliding back into the driver’s seat. 

She turned the key in the ignition. 

Silence. 

She tried again. 

And again. 

After the fourth attempt, she looked around at the nearly deserted gas station. The bright lights of the convenience store were a stark contrast to the midnight sky.

“Not tonight.” She groaned, resting her forehead against the steering wheel. She’d gotten off of a disaster of a twelve hour shift and decided she needed to get out of the city. 

Now she was stuck in the middle of nowhere at a creepy gas station. 

Hero pulled the phone from her pocket, then paused. Who could she call? 

It was the middle of the night. 

She opened her pitifully short message list and clicked on the top number. 

Are you awake? 

The reply was instant.

Yes.

She breathed a sigh of relief. It was the first time she’d been grateful for a sister with insomnia. 

What’s up? Is something wrong? 

I’m at a gas station off exit 31 and my car won’t start. 

I can come get you. 

Sister, you’re two hours away. 

Have you opened the hood? 

Not yet. I just need someone to know where I am in case….

Her phone rang. 

“Hey!”

“Hey.”

“Stay on the phone with me until you’re safe, ok?” 

“Ok.” 

She popped the hood and stepped out of her car. With the phone to one ear, she felt along the underside of the hood until her fingers caught against the latch. 

The hood swung open. That, at least, she could do. 

She frowned as she gazed down at the mass of metal and piping. 

People, she could fix. 

Cars, not so much.

“Hero?” 

“Ya.” 

“Did you check the battery?” She glanced at the battery. 

“It looks fine.” 

“Wow. Astounding diagnosis, Doctor.” 

“Ugh. You know I’m not a car person. The battery looks fine. I had it replaced like a month ago… there was all this gross white stuff on it…” she shuddered.

“You literally perform surgery all day, and you’re grossed out by a corroded battery?” 

She opened her mouth to retort when a car skidded to a stop behind her. 

A man leaned out the window. “You need help, sweetheart?” He pulled open his door.

A second man hopped out of the passenger’s side. 

She was vaguely aware of her sister talking in her ear as warning bells began ringing in her mind at their approach. “Hero? What’s going on?” She tapped the button to turn it to speakerphone. 

“I’m fine. Thanks.” She took a step to the side, towards the store. 

“It looks like you could use a ride.” 

A hand came down on her shoulder and gently pulled her back a couple steps.

“She said she’s fine.” There was something familiar about the voice. 

“We’re just offering a ride, sweetheart. Maybe you’d like one too.” 

A short girl clad in black leather stepped between Hero and the men, her shoulder-length black hair swinging as she shook her head. 

“Boys, Boys. We’re fine,” she growled, pushing her jacket to the side to rest a hand on the gun at her hip.

“Woah there, little lady. We didn’t mean no offense…” The men made a hasty retreat to their car, and she turned to Hero as they peeled out onto the road. 

Hero let out a slow breath as she looked into the face of her rescuer and her fading panic returned ten-fold. It was Villain’s Sidekick. 

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Brain Waves - Part 3

Part 1, Part 2

The world did not wait for them. It rattled on, begging Hero of his attention, of his saving, even as it burned and cracked.

Villain resented the way the world swept Hero, her Hero, away from her like the pull of a tide. She was the most powerful villain in the world and she felt like an afterthought.

The thought that she should kill him for having the audacity to make her feel this way twisted like a knife to her chest. The idea was swiftly chased away by another, one far more solid; more constant. She could never. She loved him.

Villain stared out her penthouse window, watching civilians flee and scramble like ants below. She swirled her glass of champagne and took a sip, leaving a red lipstick stain on the rim.

Hero had promised her that they would be together separate from organizations and the world that campaigned to split them into two warring sides. That none of it would matter with the two of them against the world--or holding it together, depending on who was doing the talking. Hero was so optimistic it settled sickly sweet in her stomach.

For a little while, it worked. When they were alone, life outside of them seemed to still. As villains popped up and threatened their happiness together, Villain flicked them away like pesky flies.

They were insignificant. Batting them away was as easy as breathing to her. Sometimes she caught her Hero's admiring stare, warm against her face.

Hero had joked that her helping him defeat villains made her something suspiciously close to a hero. Villain had soured and reminded him it was "Only for you, My Sweet."

The problem arose when this new villain came into town. They called him Cloak.

The villain of the day had invisibility powers. And Villain could not control what she could not see.

That wasn't precisely true... Villain's power could work on people behind closed doors and on the other sides of walls. She could sense their presence like a hot blip on an infrared camera. What she couldn't see with her own eyes, she could usually make up for in her mind, even if her eyes were closed.

The inner workings of nerve and muscle called to her like a siren song. Every system its own clear note. She could read the fuzzy outlines and track the twitches and pulsings of any human body around her.

But Cloak's power seemed to extend beyond just whether he was visible to others or not. When she couldn't see him, she couldn't sense him. It was as if he blipped from existence.

Villain drummed her nails against the windowsill, glancing restlessly at the clock on the wall. Hero should be back by now.

The incessant tick-tock mocked her and she wished she could seize control of the insufferable piece of artifice the way she could a person. She settled for yanking it off of the wall and dropping it forcefully into the trash can with the clinking of broken glass.

Fine, I'll find Hero myself. She turned to leave just in time to watch him phase through the wall.

Hero slumped against the table, out of breath.

A dozen emotions bubbled to the surface.

Villain marched over, poking him in the chest with a finger. "I told you not to go after him, Hero! Why don't you listen!"

Hero had scarcely had time to open his mouth to respond before Villain was tugging open the buttons of his shirt to check him for injuries, quickly resorting to "scanning" him with her abilities when evaluating him manually wasn't fast enough for her.

The gentle pull of her power swept over Hero, sending a shiver trickling down his spine. "Hey- I'm fine," he said, wrapping his arms around himself protectively. As if that could keep her gift at bay.

The look Villain shot him was scathing.

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Almost immediately after the invention of the time machine, one guy said he would go back in time to kill his own grandmother. He never returned. Nobody knows exactly how time travel paradoxes are resolved because anybody who creates one never comes back.

Prompt #3035

“I can’t wait to see you in a wedding dress for me one day.”

“The only time I’m wearing a wedding dress ‘for you’ is to your funeral.”