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You've stolen my heart, seriously

Hello! May you write a snippet with an irresistible villain seducing and flirting with a flustered hero, and the villain enjoys it? Please and thank you! :)

The sky was especially blue, Hero thought, watching the reflection of the clouds drift across their sword, stars twinkling in the background. 

A branch snapped behind them, and they spun, sword up. “Villain,” they snarled, pulling another knife out.

“You’re certainly prepared for me,” Villain said, a playful smile on their face. “What makes you think I came here to fight?”

“Why else would you be here?” Hero took a step forward, bringing the sword to Villain’s chest. 

“I couldn’t resist coming to see my favorite Hero,” Villain said, “especially when you make every visit so… exciting.”

Hero frowned, and took another step forward, forcing Villain back a step. “What’s your plan? What are you going to do?”

“You’re very forward,” Villain said, “but I think a better question would be what do I want to do?” They brought their arm up, somehow holding a sword that Hero hadn’t noticed, and knocked Hero’s blade to the side. 

Hero let out a gasp and swung their sword back up, but Villain was already too close, their sword an inch from Hero’s throat. 

“Aren’t you going to ask me?” Villain said, a hint of a dare in their grin. 

“Why would I play your idiotic games?”

“I think you’ll find I’m very good at playing games,” Villain said. “Among other things.”

A blush started working it’s way up Hero’s neck, cheeks hot. They stumbled backward, trying not to trip over sticks and bushes. “I…” they couldn’t come up with a response, not even an insult. 

Villain smiled, twirling their sword. “You’re not very used to this, are you?” 

Hero scowled. “I’m a little busy saving the city from people like you, if you hadn’t noticed. What’s it to you?”

Villain shrugged. “Would you like someone to teach you? I’d be happy to oblige.”

“No!” Hero shouted. They held their sword higher, indignant now. “I don’t know what your plan is, but if you think this little distraction is going to work-”

“Oh, so you think I’m distracting?”

Hero knew they were bright red, their ears unbearably hot against the cold air. “No- no that’s not what I said-”

“Of course,” Villain replied, taking another step forward. “You’d never, ever think anything of the sort, you’re much too proper.”

For some reason, Hero blushed even harder.

“Unless that’s wrong,” Villain said, stepping even closer. Their swords were both forgotten at their sides now, Villain standing close enough to reach out and grab Hero if they wanted.

A shiver ran down Hero. They reached out behind them, unable to take their eyes off Villain, fingers brushing a tree.

“Cold?” Villain asked. “I have an extra sweater.”

“I’m not cold,” Hero said, “so get away from me and leave me alone! I have-”

Villain had reached out, capturing a strand of Hero’s hair. 

Hero remembered that they had a sword, and started to bring it up.

Villain grabbed their wrist, twisting it back so that they dropped their sword, then pushed Hero into the tree behind them.

“You’re quite a lot of fun, Hero,” Villain said, one hand on Hero’s wrist between them and their sword resting on Hero’s collarbone. “but I don’t tolerate lies.”

“I never lied!” Hero protested, trying to push Villain away.

Villain shifted the sword, bringing it up to Hero’s throat, stopping Hero’s fighting altogether. “That’s better,” they said, releasing Hero’s wrist. 

Hero glared up at Villain. “I don’t know what your plan here is, but it isn’t working.”

“What did I say about lying?” 

“I wasn’t-” Hero stopped, suddenly, staring at Villain’s lips. “I…” 

Villain leaned closer, just barely brushing their lips against Hero’s. “What was that?” they murmured against Hero’s mouth.

For a moment, Hero almost sighed, leaning into the slight kiss. Then they jerked back, pushing Villain away. “No! You’re not going to confuse me.” 

“I won’t do anything you don’t ask me to do,” Villain said. 

“Like crime?” 

“Depends on how nicely you ask me not to do it.” Villain looked Hero up and down. “I can think of a few ways you could distract me from doing crime.”

Hero blushed. 

“After all,” Villain continued, “I’d be busy doing... other things.” They winked at Hero. 

Hero moved away from the tree, trying to get their sword back from where they’d dropped it. “I, um- that wouldn’t happen,” they said. Why was Villain so damn smug all the time?!

“Maybe not today, then,” Villain said, and kicked Hero’s sword up and into their hand. “I have what I came for after all-” they looked back at hero “-unless you’d like to join me? I’d love to give you some private lessons.”

Hero sucked in a breath, suddenly imagining exactly what a “private lesson” with Villain would look like. 

Then they remembered that Villain was supposed to be their enemy. “Give me my sword,” they said.

“The sword comes with me- if you want it, you have to come with me too.”

Hero definitely wasn’t considering going with them.

“Are you going to kill me if I do?” they asked. 

Villain smiled, holding out their hand for Hero to take. “I don’t mix my work with my private life- it’ll be you and me.”

Hero could worry about getting their sword back later.

Happy New Year everyone! 

This is super interesting ^^

You feel the emotions of anyone you touch. Today, you accidentally brushed hands with the charismatic barista when they handed you your coffee. You’re now the most scared you’ve ever been throughout your entire life.

reblogging for the diff timezones :)

history.

A tale that remains unchanged, no matter how many times it is retold.

Their hands are soft- I got to feel them when they grabbed my hand and pulled me into an alleyway, shielding me from oncoming bullets. Having not expected that at all, it took a few moments for me to come out of that headspace, as I stood there- dazed, staring at their back as their hand that held mine a moment ago, let go to grab their gun from their belt and point the weapon at our pursuers. My brain understood why they had to let go, but my heart refused to understand and kept yearning for that touch again and again- like a stubborn child who wanted to eat more ice cream and wouldn't listen to reason. The minutes passed by as I fought to keep my brain and heart at bay while trying to stay connected to reality because we still weren't safe. Move, I reminded my legs and held onto their silhouette with my eyes. Being a human was hard.

By the time we managed to outrun our pursuers, I was gasping, sweaty palm clutching my shirt- right above my heart, as if I'm pushing it to stay inside and not fall out of my mouth. Eyes on the ground and frantic heartbeats in my ear, I failed to register anything else. I felt a light touch to the top of my head and managed to look up from my bent-over-the-knees posture, just in time to see their hand falling from its spot on my hair a few seconds ago. My heart fluttered. And then our eyes met, their worried gaze trained on my face. I swallowed, but my throat still felt dry. I didn't like it when people worried about me, it made me feel guilty. So, I smiled like I always do when I wanted to hide something- when I wasn't ready to tell them why I might have looked like a flustered mess then. They gave up after a few seconds and began to scout our surroundings. I heaved a sigh, relieved, and tried to do a lot of silly things. I tried to tell myself that I was okay, when I was not (how could I be?). Even though that touch lasted for mere seconds, I could still feel the embers of the fire that it had sparked in my chest and now it threatened to burn me inside out. So no, I was not okay. Definitely not.

A bit more of walking and we were finally home!! It's not much- a small, rundown apartment at the edge of town but it was something. The metal stairs gave a *creak* as they stepped on it to climb up, and I was about to follow when a black cat came out of nowhere and climbed up before me. I landed on the ground with an embarrassing *shriek*, my backside aching. Sounds of their laughter echoed in my ears. I looked up at them, a not-so-serious frown playing on my lips because I just couldn't be mad at them when they laughed like that- like a carefree child who had nothing to worry about in life. I sighed and gave in to their smile but then the black cat stared at me, as if to challenge me and rubbed its fur against their leg. Their attention was completely on the cat now (unfortunate for me), as they gently stroked its fur, surprised and pleased when it purred against their blue jeans. Come on, you can't be jealous of a cat, you can't be jealous of a damn cat! You just can't-

But now, finally, they're sitting right in front of me, within the confines of our single bed, legs crossed messily, and all my mind can think of is that they're so close, so close, that if I reach out my hand, I can touch them. They lean towards me to reach for the blanket, their fingers brushing against mine and that fire which I felt earlier in the day was back now, and it was angry- ready to burn me whole.

They're staring outside our bedside window, looking at the city lights far away, oblivious of the plight I'm in, while I can't bring myself to look at anything else but their eyes. They must have noticed of course- as inquisitive as they are, so they turn over to look at me and all my breaths and words just die in my throat as I realise all over again, just how much I adore those blue eyes. They remind me of a sky, where the birds soar free; of freedom.

"What is it?" They ask in a teasing tone, smiling softly but I can't answer. I can't do anything. I can only look at them. Their brows furrow slightly in concern, and they move closer, those lovely soft hands brushing against mine again. But they don't stop with that alone this time. Their fingers become curious as they start exploring my hand, dragging their index over my palm, down to my fingers, feeling them over, digit by digit and I can feel myself going crazy.

Before I know it, my hand is entirely in theirs and they're so close that I can feel their warm breath fanning over my neck. My mind goes empty but my body is set ablaze, and I think that maybe, I've stopped breathing entirely, if only for that moment. Noticing my lack of response, their hands become braver, their right one tangled with mine while their left one rises up to cup my cheek with the gentlest of touches that makes me feel so giddy.

I hear them call my name, but it feels like it's coming from the bottom of a well; so far away. Panicked, my hand reaches out towards that voice, only to be caught by theirs. I stop as I'm held in place by blue eyes; I can't escape. They're searching my face, my entire being for an answer, their soft touches coaxing me to relax and give in. I finally come out of my head, and it feels as if I'm being born again as I learn how to breathe, how to move and how to speak within the safe haven of their touch. And I don't want it any other way.

"You're beautiful", I breathe, leaning into their palm. Their lips part to let out a small laugh and my ears rejoice. "How can you say that with a straight face?!" they say fondly, as if it's something they wouldn't mind listening to everyday, my mind beginning to dream about that very scenario. Meanwhile, their lips inch closer and I don't notice until they're suddenly too close and touching mine.

And the rest is history.

Hello all of you lovely people!! Yes, I know it's been a while since I posted- been trying to find some inspiration and fight off procrastination. So here is this long piece to make up for that (hopefully xD) - I tried first person narrative this time and I don't really do this style a lot, so I hope this is satisfactory for you all to read and enjoy ^^ (also this can be read from either hero/villain/ or literally any of your fav character's pov- you decide <3)

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award, you can paste it in the asks of some people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out. No pressure though! 💕

Awww thank you so much Sun, you are such a wonderful person too!! Super friendly and bright just like the sunflower and a gardening/plants enthusiast (which is amazing btw) 🥺❤ Stuff like this makes me smile ^^

I've always wanted to try and make a yandere character and this is what I came up with. Thank you so much for the tag @villain-enthusiast-personal , sorry for taking so long to do this^^

Tagging @kaiwewi @sunflower1000 @larinzz @amethysts-sideblog and anybody else who wants to join (sorry, it's nighttime and I just spent all my energy on this lol)

Picrew chain I guess

Here

I’ll tag @pun-pkindude @heylookitsacat @ethanya and @ anyone who wants to idk who else to tag

Angst inspo 💔

prompt #11

“Hero?”

Their head shot upwards at the sound of their name, a sob racking through their body upon seeing a familiar face. Villain frowned in concern, and instantly knelt down beside them. “What are you doing over here?”

Hero instinctively flinched as Villain tried reaching for them, noting how dirty and bruised they seemed. How long had they been out here? They were filthy. And still bleeding.

“I-I don’t…” They sucked in a tremulous breath. “I can’t…”

Villain brushed a lock of tangled hair out of their face, pulling them into a warm embrace. “Breathe, my dear, breathe.”

“The mission,” Hero sobbed, their hands clawing at their frame in desperation, making Villain’s jaw clench. “I-It all...went so wrong…”

So I opened my Tumblr app around a minute ago because I realized I didn't look at it at all today and I found like 44 notifications?! (Sorry, seeing a lot of notifications scares me because idk what to expect lol) but as usual I find more sweet people liking what I wrote and it makes my heart warm. So, a HUGE THANK YOU-

To @a-very-huggable-platypus and @friiday-thirteenth for popping up in my notifs will all the love <3

Also a *hug* for you @a-very-huggable-platypus and a *high five* for you @friiday-thirteenth

(*Sweats* because my mind immediately starts overthinking if this is acceptable for a first convo 😂)

Anyways, hope you all are having a good day/night!!

suki desu

Of Monsters And Mondays

tw: family issues, implied abuse, arson, Christian church

Sam loved Mondays.

Monday was hands down the best day of the week. For the simple reason that it wasn’t Sunday anymore and it wouldn’t be Sunday again for a while.

He wished today was Monday. He wouldn’t be here if it was.

But no, it just had to be Sunday morning, 9 o’clock.

Ah fuck, how he despised this hellhole! Every damn week. Again and again. It hadn't changed even a bit since last Sunday, or the one before that, or probably any other Sunday since he'd been baptised here.

Samuel, that's what they'd named him. God hears.

Ironic, wasn’t it? Fast forward 16 long years and God still hadn't ever heard any of his prayers. Or maybe he had and just didn’t care enough to answer any of them. Whatever, made no difference.

Same old place,

same old bullshit.

His gaze travelled up the cracks in the ancient wall, like dead riverbeds carved into the land during a drought, then it flickered past the equally dried up looking image of a crucified Jesus in the stained-glass window. A little further up, he locked eyes with one of the gargoyles lurking on the edge of the roof. Always waiting. Always watching. Ready to pounce the second he turned his back on it.

Same old place,

same old bullshit,

same old monsters.

A horrible dread settled in his stomach, much too familiar and as heavy as the massive wooden door creaking open in front of him. The shadows behind it seemed a little too eager to swallow him. Like the greedy maw that door had turned into in one of his nightmares, where the building had come to live so it could devour him for real.

Not that the place wasn't plenty horrible as it was. He hadn't even set a foot in there and yet he already couldn't breathe. This day was going to suck.

If only he could make himself throw up on demand, then he'd already be puking his guts out all over that pretentious angel statue next to the main gate. Maybe then his mother would have mercy for once, or at least send him home to reflect on what he had done.

Yeah, right! Fat chance.

He cast his mother another pleading look, even when he already knew it would be hopeless.

And of course it was. It always was.

Her cold eyes narrowed, staring daggers at him. The accusation she'd left unspoken rang louder in his ears than the deafening stroke of the bell summoning the churchgoers to worship.

He might have almost been grateful she didn't bring any of it up again. Almost. Because even though she hadn't said anything in a while, she also hadn't smiled at him even once ever since she'd learned the whole truth about him.

What had he been thinking, confiding in her in the first place? He should have known better.

Now something like scorn marked her features every time she laid eyes on him. Disappointment. Disgust. Or perhaps it was just plain disregard for him as a person? Maybe she just didn't think him her son anymore. Maybe all he was to her now was a parental duty left to fulfil, while she awaited the day she could finally erase his presence from her life.

Once upon a secret shared, she may have been the warmth of a summer day, but now, with the deep lines of that scowl on her stony face, she might as well be one of the gargoyles.

And here he’d thought he was supposed to be the monster.

He’d been told he was the one who needed to pray for forgiveness. He was the one who needed to atone for his sins. He was the one who needed fixing. According to all of them, including his own mother, the monster was him.

And perhaps there was some truth to it. Perhaps it was in his nature. It would make sense. For what else could he possibly turn out to be, having a monster for a mother?

But enough of that. He wasn’t going to argue the point today. Nor ever again. Honestly, what good had appealing to his mother’s loving kindness done him so far? She probably didn’t even possess any.

An impatient jerk of her chin towards the open door told him all he needed to know.

Yeah, fuck this. Diplomacy could officially go screw itself!

Sighing deeply, he lowered his eyes, let his shoulders droop and obediently entered the church, for what he’d make sure would be his last Sunday service.

Tonight, he’d take matters into his own hands.

Tonight, he’d burn this godforsaken place down.

Tonight, he’d become the monster they insisted he was.

Come dawn, he’d finally be free. Reborn again a higher being, rising, a phoenix from the ashes of what had been his personal hell in a life he’d leave behind tomorrow.

Things were about to change drastically.

A new day.

A new week.

A new life.

Yet one thing would always remain the same.

Sam loved Mondays.

I only met you recently, but I headcanon that you're really sweet and would help put others however you can!

I also think you love angst, I don't know why, it's jut the vibe I get haha

Omg this means so much coming from you^^

And yes, you're right, I try to help people however I can, it makes me happy if I can make someone's day better:)

And well yes, I do like angst (but ofc only in stories and fiction, definitely not in reality haha). I guess the reason for that would be- sad stories just stick with me and it's more like an emotional outlet for me, so yeah.