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Scene Prompt

“Just sit down! I’ll bandage you up,” the ex-villain said, gesturing to the chair.

“I can do it myself,” the hero grumbled, swiping the first aid kit and grudgingly sitting.

The ex-villain pursed their lips. “Hey.” The hero ignored them, cracking open the kit. “Hey,” they said louder and caught the hero’s chin between their fingers, gently tipping it up so their gazes met. “Needing help doesn’t make you weak.”

“I can clean my own wounds.” The hero jerked their face from the ex-villain’s grip and began to swipe a disinfecting wipe along their arm, grimacing at the sting.

“That’s not what I’m talking about, and you know it.” The ex-villain plucked up the ointment and applied it to the hero’s scrapes in wake of the wipe. “Needing my help during the fight today doesn’t mean you’re any less capable.”

“I shouldn’t need anyone, and especially not you,” the hero hissed, fingers digging into the arms of the chair.

The ex-villain flinched at their harsh tone but began to wrap a bandage around the hero’s arm nonetheless. A trickle of guilt seeped into the hero at how their former enemy simply took their words and didn’t lash back, and the fire in their chest dimmed.

They cleared their throat. “I-I shouldn’t have said that. You were just trying to help. I’m not angry at you. I’m angry at me,” the hero confessed.

Smiling sadly, the ex-villain said, “I’m not new to self-loathing either, especially given my past, but that’s something we can both work through. Together, if you’d like.”

- Lynn

Request for “former villain taking care of the hero when a new threat is too much for them to handle” by mudnight_writer

Hero opened their eyes blearily, wincing as the bright light irritated their eyes.  They squinted, glancing around the room.  They had no idea where they were.  It looked like some sort of holding cell.  Had they been kidnapped?

“Finally awake, are we?” someone asked.  Hero groaned, rolling their eyes when they saw Supervillain standing in the corner of the room, arms folded and looking incredibly satisfied.  They pushed off the wall and walked over.  Hero felt their heart beating faster as Supervillain got closer, until they were only a couple feet away.  Hero wasn’t quite sure what to say, so they stayed silent.  The metallic tang of blood was present in their mouth, and they faintly recognized a couple drops of blood dripping out of their mouth and down their face.  They spit it out onto the floor and looked back up at Supervillain.  Supervillain was staring at them with amusement.  

“You’re quite interesting, you know that?” Supervillain chuckled.  Hero rolled their eyes, ignoring how their heart was beating out of their chest.

“I’m sure,” Hero snapped, trying to wiggle out of their bonds.  The rope rubbed harshly against their skin, and they tried to hide a wince.  Supervillain didn’t notice, preoccupied with pacing around the cell dramatically.

“Can’t wait for Villain to get here,” Supervillain grinned.  “That’s when the fun really begins,” they continued.  Hero squinted at them, confused.

“Why Villain?” they blurted out, their curiosity getting the best of them.  Supervillain’s eyes widened, and they laughed harshly.

“You have no clue, do you?” Supervillain shook their head, circling behind them leisurely.  Hero hissed as Supervillain flung their hand out and yanked Hero’s head backwards.  Supervillain’s fingers dug into their scalp, and they grimaced.

“Well, this won’t do.” Supervillain’s eyes furrowed.  Hero closed their eyes, willing themselves to pass out or fall unconscious or-

“No, no, none of that-” Supervillain shook their head, resuming to drone on about Villain and their insolence.  Hero tried to ignore them, but their voice was so goddamn annoying-

“Stop,” they seethed.  “Please just stop talking, you’re giving me a headache,” Hero muttered.  Supervillain’s face darkened, their pacing growing more rushed.

“Where is that son of a bitch?” Supervillain groaned in annoyance, stopping their pacing to stand right in front of Hero.  Hero looked down at the ground, not willing to make eye contact.  

“How am I supposed to know?” Hero snapped.  A dark look came over Supervillain’s face, and Hero barely had time to regret their actins before Supervillain struck them in the face.  Hero’s cheek was tingling, and there was even more blood in their mouth.  They leaned their head down to the ground, spitting blood all over Supervillain’s shoes.   Hero sat back up, breathing heavily but with a satisfied smirk on their face.  Screw you, Supervillain.

“You’re quite entertaining.  Maybe I’ll just keep you for myself…” they whispered.  Oh no.  That didn’t sound good.  Hero gritted their teeth, trying to move as far away as their bonds would allow.  Supervillain noticed and grabbed their hair, yanking their head up to face them.  “Quite easy on the eyes too,” they remarked in contemplation, wiping the blood off of Hero’s face.  Hero felt their heart begin to race as Supervillain got closer and closer.  Supervillain was about an inch from their face when a loud bang resounded through the room.

“Get away from Hero, you slimy bastard.”

Hero glanced up dizzily.  A lean figure was standing in the doorway, head down and a dagger in their hand.  The figure stepped forward, and Hero’s eyes widened.  It was.. Villain.

Villain’s gaze was locked onto them, a strange look on their face.  It almost looked like… concern?  Hero watched as Villain began to connect the dots, eyes darting between Supervillain and Hero.  They stepped closer, and the hand in Hero’s hair tightened.

Supervillain ignored Villain, and was looking down at Hero.  “Looks like someone’s here to rescue you!” Supervillain grinned mockingly, dragging a finger down their cheekbone.  Hero fidgeted, desperate to increase the distance between them.  “Isn’t that cute?” Supervillain continued, looking them up and down in a predatory way that made Hero want to throw up.

“Don’t touch them,” Villain seethed, a vein popping out in their neck.  Hero couldn’t help but feel a bit confused. Why was Villain of all people, here to rescue them?  It didn’t make sense.  

Hero was torn out of their thoughts as Supervillain leaned closer to them, a devious smirk on their face.  Hero closed their eyes, their heart jackhammering out of their chest.

“I told you not to touch them,” 

Hero felt a faint breeze blow by them, and whipped their head to the side.  They watched as Villain’s dagger embedded itself into Supervillain’s chest.  Supervillain grimaced before they crumpled to the ground, their skin turning sallow and their eyes glazing over.  Hero let out a sigh of relief, before remembering who their savior was.  They looked over at Villain, who was staring at Supervillain with an unreadable expression on their face.

“You alright?” Villain asked, eyes flicking over their figure in search of injuries.  They crouched down, untying the ropes around Hero’s ankles..  Hero bit their lip, watching as Villain fiddled with their bonds.  

“Yeah, I just feel… weird,” Hero admitted, getting up from the chair once Villain freed them.  They stumbled a bit, grabbing the closest thing- Villain’s shoulder.   Villain grabbed them quickly, preventing them from falling to the floor.  Hero shot them a grateful smile and pushed their arm off of Villain’s, intending to walk on their own.  Villain sighed loudly, grabbing Hero’s arm and wrapping it around their shoulder.

“You and your hero complex,” they snorted, leading Hero out of the room slowly.  Hero grimaced, bracing themselves against the wall as they tried to regain their breath.  They looked behind them, frowning when they realized they had only walked a couple feet.  

“Hey, I think that-” Hero could hardly finish their sentence before they felt Villain tilt them back and wrap an arm under their knees, twisting them so that they were in Villain’s arms.  Hero looked up at Villain, squinting at them.

“You could’ve given me a warning-” Hero started, faltering as Villain began to glare at them.  “What?” they snapped.

“Just shut up and let me carry you,” Villain hissed, looking pointedly ahead.  They tightened their hold, and Hero gave in, leaning their head against Villain’s chest and closing their eyes.  

Hi! I absolutely love your writing! It's beautiful! I was wondering if you could write one where the villain crashes a Hero's party? That would be splendid! Thank you!

“You…you can’t be here,” the hero mumbled. 

“You’re drunk.” The villain’s head tilted. “Happy Birthday.” 

The hero blinked up at them, uncertainly. Their mind was stuck somewhere between ‘what the hell are you doing here?’ and ‘why the hell are you so beautiful?’ 

“How come you’re skulking outside at your own party?” 

“How come you’re skulking outside my party?” the hero pointed an accusing finger. “You better not be planning something. Wait. Did you say ‘happy birthday?’”

“I got you something,” the villain said. 

The hero shot to their feet, eyes wide, expecting a bomb or something horrible and - 

“What’s wrong with the chocolates? Have you poisoned the chocolates?” 

“I would have to be truly evil to poison the chocolate,” the villain said solemnly. There was a hint of a smile on their lips. 

“You’re mocking me.” 

“I wouldn’t dare.” The smile was even bigger now. 

The hero accepted the box of chocolate, with a wary brand of touched. They smelled delicious. They ripped the ribbon off and stuffed one in their mouth. 

The villain raised their brows. 

The hero offered them one. 

The villain took it, before sitting down on the back garden patio next to them. The sounds of the party, warm light, filtered through the windows. Music thumped. 

“The - the person I like,” the hero said. “They like someone else. Got together. Kissing.”

“That sucks.” 

“What’s your excuse for lurking in my garden?” 

The villain shrugged and took another chocolate. 

“…do you want to come in?”

“No. That would ruin my reputation as a gate crasher.”

“Just come in. You can be my bad decision for the night.” 

“Flatterer.”

The hero glanced over at them. It was a poor idea, but the villain was - well, the hero knew they weren’t that bad. At least not all the time. They seemed softer tonight. And they gave the hero potentially evil chocolates. And the hero’s chest hurt because they’d thought - they’d thought - 

They turned and kissed the villain, hot and clumsy. 

The villain froze.

The hero cleared their throat. “Thank you for the chocolates.” They stood. “Come inside. At least then I can keep an eye on you.”

The villain followed. 

It occurred to the hero, later, that perhaps the villain had just wanted one night to belong. To be another ordinary teenager. To not be what they were. 

One night. 

After that, everything went back to normal.

COMPLIMENT IDEAS #2

Here’s some more compliment based dialogue to use in your writing: 

“I love that color on you”

“You make me feel at home”

“I’ve never seen eyes the same color as yours”

“You look so cute when you laugh”

“Has anyone ever told you you have really nice hands?”

“I’m not going if you’re not going, it wouldn’t be fun without you”

“How is your skin always so soft?”

“Whoa I didn’t know you could sing”

“You have a great sense of humor”

“I thought you said you can’t dance?”

“I appreciate you”

“Your breath smells really good”

“I’m so lucky to have you”

“You always have great ideas”

“I trust your opinion”

“I would never doubt you”

“You’re so clever”

“I’m rooting for you”

“You always know exactly what to say”

“I feel like I’ve known you forever”

Carmen Sandiego and Color

So let’s appreciate the absolutely Legendary™ use of Color Symbolism in Netflix’s Carmen Sandiego:

V.I.L.E’s Iconic Color is green– all the villains wear green, the lair is green, the uniforms are green, etc. 

When Carmen rebels against them, she obviously starts wearing her iconic red– which is green’s complement, its “opposite” on the color wheel. This shows that Carmen has become the “opposite” of V.I.L.E. 

Scenes where V.I.L.E has a lot of power/influence are often tinted green, scenes where Carmen has power/influence will often be tinted red.

VILE in San Francisco:

Carmen in San Francisco:

Julia Argent, the ACME agent who believes Carmen is a good person, wears a bright red shirt that the other agents do not wear.

This ties into the series’ theme of “don’t be fooled by initial appearances.” Green is the color we usually associate with goodness, while red is the color we usually associate with danger/villains. But in this show, the colors’ meanings are flipped.

 Green means danger, and red means safety.

And again, this isn’t just in the costumes!!  

Contrast these scenes where Carmen is nervous on V.I.L.E island:

And can’t relax Because V.I.L.E:

With this scene where Carmen feels confident and free:

The dialogue in the “Carmen finally relaxes” scene is cute too:

Player: Red? Carmen: Yes, it is. I may finally be unwinding.

Because scenes where Carmen is at peace, or confident and in power, tend to be tinted red (or pink/reddish-violet.)

Scenes where Carmen and co. are frightened, losing, trapped, or in terrible danger will be tinted green.

HOW TO SPOIL THE SHOW FOR YOURSELF:

If a fight scene in this show is red, things will probably go well for Carmen. But if the fight scene is green, things will probably go badly.

The battle Carmen loses against Paperstar:

The one that she wins:

The Indonesia episode is very green, because the Stakes Are High and Carmen seems to be losing:

 but after Carmen wins RED FIREWORKS GO OFF, lighting everything red:

Also: Tigress was an idiot for choosing to battle Carmen on the Golden Gate Bridge, bc it’s the reddest place in San Francisco, meaning that it’s where Carmen’s POWER IS GREATEST

Tigress shoulda gone to New York and battled her on the Statue of Liberty instead, that’s a guaranteed victory right there

And in Carmen’s worst failure in the season, her red coat is even torn off, so that the shot is completely green:

But then she escapes and look who’s back?? RED

ANOTHER ONE OF MY FAVORITE MOMENTS:

Before Carmen steals the VILE data thing, everything is green:

But the moment she successfully steals it, RED ALARMS START GOING OFF:

Like “heck yeah La Femme Rouge is finally here!!!!”

And (major spoilers ahead!) what I find most interesting is this Red™ scene:

The scene where Carmen fails her pickpocketing test, ruining her chances of becoming a V.I.L.E operative. 

When you watch it for the first time you see it as a failure. The blood-red sky is there to show us that Carmen is in serious danger, and her life is about to be ruined.

But when you rEWATCH THE SHOW WHILE PAYING CLOSE ATTENTION TO THE COLOR SYMBOLISM (as ya do) you realize it’s the opposite. This is the moment that saves Carmen– that sets her on the path to becoming “The Red Rogue.” 

And I might do another post on this but like– it’s so cool how red is used in Shadowsan’s scenes in general!!! Most V.I.L.E people’s scenes are all green, but Shadowsan’s scenes are often red, to hint that he’s secretly sympathetic to Carmen.

See you initially think he’s grabbing the sword to kill Carmen, but when you rewatch it, you realize he’s going to sabotage the VILE’s helicopter and rescue her! He was on her side all along, and the Color Symbolism knew it!

TL; DR:

As Carmen says in “The Sticky Rice Caper:”

“Green bad……red good.”

It all feels the same

I loathe Heroine.

I loathed her ever since the first time I saw her. From the very first flashy, dumb grin she flashed at me.

I loathe the littered freckles on her cheeks and the red, long scar that went over her jawline. The dark circles under her eyes and her forever messy curly hair.

I loathe her stubbornness. How she shows up every day. How she manages to get up every time. How convinced she is that her actions truly matter. How she fights for each pathetic person, as if each and every soul was so precious to her.

I loathe the way she pretends. Pretends to be confident. Pretends to be in control. Even when she is hurt and anxious and so obviously tired. How she comforts every victim, when she can barely calm herself. How she smiles softly, even at me. As if I were that easy to fool.

I hate her for rescuing me. 

She threw herself into the water. She pulled me up to the shore. She stayed until I sat steadily. Then she left. Not even giving a demand or a price or a reason.

I hate how she laughs at my jokes. As if we were friends. As if I actually make her smile.

I hate her most when it’s just the two of us. Hate how calm she gets. Hate how much she underestimates me. How calmer she gets.

And I was angry when I found her lying in the cold. Angry at her recklessness and bravery and passion, that forced her to never back down. Angry that I had to drag her out of there. That she used me for warmth. That she looked so comfortable. 

I get angry when she doubts herself. 

Because I know just how harder my life has been ever since she came to it. I know how kind she is in her greatest victories, I know how purposeful she is in her darkest hours, I know her better than everyone.

I was angry at her lover the moment I met her.

Angry at this feeble, laughable, fool who seemed to think she deserves Heroine. I got furious when she approached me. The idiot smiled and offered her hand.

I pushed it right away. I shoved her past me and wanted to walk away, to wait until she realizes just how useless she is to everyone. Wait until she leaves my and Heroine’s life. 

But she dared to keep talking. Dared to say she understands me. Dared to say Heroine’s name.

I lashed out at her. 

I yelled that she has no right to tell me about Heroine. That she’ll never know Heroine like I do.  That she is just lonely and desperate enough for Heroine to pity. That she would never truly love her.

I was pulled to the ground, and saw Heroine above me.

I could barely recognize her face. There was so much loathe and hatred and anger in her stare. I never saw her like this, not when she fought the worst of villains, not in the most stressful situations and not when I was in danger.

She told me to stay away from her lover.  That otherwise she will kill me.  That she doesn’t want to see me ever again.

She only stopped when my eyes started to water. I couldn't tell anymore what expression she wore, but I saw her leaving.  Panic rose through me, and I called her name. Begging her to stay.

She looked back at me, and for the last time, I saw her clearly. There was no malice nor pity in her eyes. Only disgust.

I loathed myself ever since.

Concept #108

Villain knows what Hero looks like without their mask. They see them in the car park and 'accidentally' bump into them, so that they can get their details.

Prompt #97

"I hate you" villain roared out, pointing their gun at the hero as the cold air swept around them.

Hero hung their head, their eyes shutting close. "I hate myself too."

Villain instantly drew their gun back, taken aback by the hero's statement. "Wait, no, that's not how it's supposed to work–"

Hero let out a sob as they covered their face. "Of course, I can't do anything right. "

"No–"

Prompt 136

“Oh wow, this is such a surprise! I’m honoured,” The sidekick draped a hand over their flushed face demurely. “Of course I’ll marry you, I love you.“

No no no no NO! The restraints cut deep into skin and forced Villain to remain in an tight kneeling position. Villain winced as their captor leaned in for a celebratory kiss. Hero… please hurry.