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Prompt #60

(Drunk hero👀)

“So…then, I told the superhero that I can’t not go. Because…” The hero slurred, trailing off as their eyes felt drowsy. Their hand was slowly falling down from the villain’s couch they were splayed out on, their legs dangling on the edge.

The villain hummed, nodding their head as if they were listening intently as they filled up an injection with a yellow looking drug. The hero groaned. “Because what?” They prompted, as they knelt down beside the hero, the cotton swab in their right hand, softly rubbing the skin on the hero’s arm. The hero’s eyes lazily drifted to the villain’s, the gentle smile the villain offered in the moment was cruel considering what they were doing. But, the hero smiled back, they could barely make out the villain’s face, let alone the syringe in their hands.

“Because…you were going to be there.” The hero finished, their eyes closed. A knowing tone and the widening smile gave away what they were feeling. The villain’s movement on the hero’s arm halted. Their eyes turned to the hero’s face, but the hero was already in deep slumber.

The villain contemplated on what to do. They couldn’t move after what the hero said. How could they just say that?! Surely, it was only because the hero was drunk. They didn’t feel that way about the villain right? The villain’s heartbeat increased, and they took a deep breath to calm themself. They lowered the syringe and put it away on the table placed by their side.

They stood up, and grabbed a blanket to cover the hero. They couldn’t do this, not today. Little did they know, that when they are slept away in their room in the morning, the hero wakes up and sees the syringe. Full. A small cotton ball thrown to the side.

Confusion, but most of all, a kind of fury settles in at the thought that they could ever have trusted the villain. They grab their weapon and walk to the closed room, in which inside the villain is tucked away, unbeknownst to the hero's growing rage.

Snippet #11

The villain scanned the gadgets that were set in front of him, tucked away in glass-paneled shelves on the wall. If you knew about how they worked, you'd know that they could make a person stronger than they are by 10 times. But if you didn't, well, good luck. They could possibly explode you if you didn't use them wisely. The villain sighed, waving his hand dismissively. He needed something better than these toys.

The last time he fought with the hero, the hero had commented that 'he should just fight with some teenagers and not waste his time', he had basically told the villain that he was too strong to be fighting with him. The villain took that very personally, and here he was. He wanted to pin the hero down there and then, if it weren't for the hero's blunt remark making him retreat away. He was still embarrassed about the whole situation. How dare the hero call him 'weak'?! He scoffed quietly, shuffling his feet to his desk.

If he wanted to take down the hero, he needed something that would amplify his powers by more than 10 times. Just as he was thinking what he could do, his sidekick appeared in the doorway, grinning.

"Hey, villain." The sidekick said, coming forward and taking the seat opposite to the villain, seemingly bouncier than usual, the villain noted. "Guess what our fellow scientist is up to? Actually, don't. He's making this new tube-like machine that amplifies your power by 100 times. A hundred times, that is totally insane. Crazy." The villain's eyes widened, that was exactly what he needed. He leaned in, curious.

"That's...that's really awesome." He tried to keep the excitement out of his voice, as he continued, "Did they tell you when it's going to be ready?"

"Oh yeah, he was planning on testing it today. I wanted to volunteer but the supervillain wants me to go a mission. So I can't, how about you?" The sidekick asked, their eyes filled with unhidden eagerness. The villain smirked lightly.

"I might as well. Volunteer, I mean." The villain internally started thinking about how the hero would react if the machine really did work, and he got stronger! The hero was surely going to be surprised, hell, even scared for his life, if it comes to it. He couldn't wait to meet the other, anticipation running wild in his veins as he stood up suddenly. The sidekick glanced up at him. "I should go pay him a visit, it's been a while."

The sidekick nodded, his head bobbing up and down.

When the villain was out of the room, he jumped and fisted a punch in the air. Oh, the hero was going to love it. Or hate it, for that matter.

Snippet #10

"Your dad's not home?" The villain questioned, an eyebrow raised at the boy standing at the doorstep of the hero's house. He looked so much like the hero, with a square face and black hair.

"No, he's out. I believe he should be back soon." The teenager said, tilting his head as he continued, "Are you his friend?" The villain chuckled.

"I'm his boyfriend." The villain responded, and the other one frowned.

"Oh. He didn't tell me he had a boyfriend." The boy looked a little suspicious, his awkwardly placed on the door handle.

"Well, I'll come back wh-," The villain cut himself off as a car came on the pavement, and stopped. The hero came out and froze in place. He glanced at the villain, and then his son, and then back to the villain. He grimaced.

"Dad!" The younger one exclaimed.

"What are you doing here?" The hero asked, shifting his feet to the villain.

"I was just-"

"Dad, you didn't tell me you had a boyfriend!" The boy cut the villain off, and the villain's lips went in a straight line, waiting for the hero to say something.

"Yeah, I’m sorry. We just started dating like 2 weeks ago. Can we go in and then I can explain?" The hero suggested, pulling his hoodie closer to himself, it was so cold. The teenage boy nodded, and the villain followed quietly. It was going to be a long night.

Prompt #31

"Why?! Just why did you kill her?!" The hero screamed, punching the villain's face repeatedly. His eyes filled with angry tears, that let themselves out steadily. He stood up, dragged the villain by the collar, and threw him across the room. The villain groaned and laughed.

"I tried and tried...to be happy for you. Until I couldn't. I couldn't see it see anymore, because it hurt. It hurt to see how happy you were when you were with her, not me. It hurt to know that she is the one you love, not me. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to know. If I could just, remove her from your life." The villain said, willing himself to sit up with the wall's support. He gulped.

The villain felt pain all over his body. Not quite from the punches or the kicks. But, from the way the hero's eyes widened, from the way the hero's face scrunched into a frown and then, a scowl.

He came forward to where the villain was still struggling and knelt down. "Loving me doesn't give you any right to kill her. And, if you did truly love me...you wouldn't have done this. No." The hero murmured, shaking his head. Disbelief on his face, apparent. It was like the world stopped around them. The hero still looking at him with hurt, wrath, and loathe.

The villain's breath choked. He couldn't breathe. He thought everything would make itself right, by the time he was finished with hiding the woman's body. But, somehow, the hero had found her. Had dug her out from the villain's hideout, while he could do nothing but watch with his hands and legs tied to a chair.

The hero suddenly let out a chuckle, "This calls for revenge, doesn't it? Since you killed my ex, I get to kill you. And, then we're even." The villain stared in a daze, unmoving. What came next, was a loaded gun from the hero's back pocket.

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Prompt #27

“Do you need a reminder of how fucking good you feel on me?” The villain asked the hero—their voice was deep, a sharp edge. The hero nodded, almost dazy. They were getting turned on by this whole scenario, the way the villain was manhandling them. It felt good. Really good. They wanted to be devoured. Desired. Let someone undo them. Bring them back to themself. They didn’t know what they were doing. Their head felt so heavy. God, they needed control more than anything. 

“Yeah, possibly more than one.” The hero replied, coming close to where the villain was standing. They grabbed them by the waist and pulled them in a heated kiss. The villain responded to the kiss immediately by grabbing the hero and pushing them onto the desk behind them. Their hands rode up the hero’s thighs, squeezing them. The hero moaned, lowly. The villain pulled away, to the hero’s dismay. They chased after the villain’s lips. “Please, kiss me.”

“Desperate. You were literally running away from me, 10 minutes ago. How am I supposed to do this with you?” The villain groaned. Their intent had been clear the moment they met. It was to have a talk, not a fight. A talk. A talk about their relationship. How they planned to make it happen in the future. But, the hero was anxious, which the villain understood. They were too.

However, the villain didn’t understand why the hero intended to ditch the whole situation. And, run away. They sighed. The hero didn’t reply, their eyes trained on the ground. “Look at me, please?” The villain gently placed their hand on the hero’s cheeks. 

“I’m so embarrassed by myself. I’m so confused. And, I’m so scared.” The hero said, their eyes filing with tears. The tears let themselves out without his permission, and he broke down.  

“I know, baby. I know how you feel. But, I want to talk about it when you’re ready. And, you can tell me if you’re not.” The villain acknowledged, their face already wet by the time they were finished. “It’ll be okay, we can work through this, alright? Promise me you won’t run away again.” The villain uttered. 

The hero shook their head and faintly smiled. “Never”, they whispered. They kissed the villain to bind it.

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Prompt #26

"You're addicting. Just like my morning coffee. You awaken every molecule in my body, every time I consume you." The villain breathed against the hero's lips, capturing them again. And then, grinning.

The hero invaded the villain's mouth with their tongue, rolling it all around his mouth. They brought them closer by their waist. Their thin waist, that the hero just wanted to mark it all over. They pulled away, to let both of them draw breath. "Am I, now?" They asked.

"Unfortunately, I don't get to consume you every morning." The villain replied. Their eyes spotted the exposed collar bones of the hero, from the very low v-cut button-up shirt they were wearing. And, they felt the urge to mark it. The hero smiled, licking their lips.

"Someday, that will happen. Okay?" The hero said, sighing.

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Prompt #25

"Oh, so you're the infamous hero everyone is drooling over lately?" The villain wondered as they let their eyes roam over the hero's figure.

"Yeah. Why, you jealous?" The hero asked them, confident. A proud glint pondering in their dusty brown eyes. Their feet moved steadily but surely on their own to the other one.

"Jealous? Of you? Oh, spare me." The villain scoffed. Their face told otherwise, the hero thought.

The villain stayed planted where they were, while the hero nothing but neared them. Cornered them. They gulped.

"You know, you're not so bad yourself. I'd take you." The hero's voice dropped to a low soothing sound, that the villain's knees almost gave out. Almost.

The villain raised a brow, trying to appear unbothered. "In...a fight, right?" They said, unsure. They were just buying time so they could run, they told himself. It was definitely not because they were curious.

"No. Think deeper." The hero replied, short and curt. A devious smile made its way onto their lips. They let the villain figure out what exactly they meant.

The villain realized soon, the implication of what the hero meant and their eyes widened.

The hero attacked them next. Right there and then.

Prompt #19

The hero wakes up one morning, and the first thing he does is call the villain, to tell him that he misses him. Except, the villain is not the one picking up the phone. Instead, the hero hears the voice of his partner. The hero’s partner. They’ve found the villain.

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Prompt #18

The hero finds the villain on a street, his body still. Unconscious. Blood running down from his head. When he goes to check for the pulse, the villain is steadily breathing. But, they will need to have a talk when the villain gets up. Because who dared to touch his villain?

Prompt #17

“I guess I never meant anything to you in the end.” The villain swallowed the last bit of his beer. He appeared a bit tipsy as he stood up, and went to where the hero was sat.

The villain stumbled forward and kneeled down in front of the hero. “Please. Just please, tell…tell me why you did this. Why you-you…loved me and then decided to shatter my heart like this. Please.” He said, his face filled with raw emotion. Anguished. Bewildered.

The hero swallowed, "I...-I had to do this to save you. To save us. They found out about this, and I had to lie. What else could I do, my love?" His heart ached with painful sharp jaws gnawing every inch of it. If only the other would understand him.

"Don't! Don't fucking call me that. Not after what you've done." The villain growled, his eyes filling with harsh tears as he stood up and swat them away harshly. The hero went to grab him by his wrist, and the villain pulled back sharply.

The hero's eyes filled with tears. This was not supposed to happen, he thought. "Please, listen to me." He said, voice trembling. The villain turned out, his eyes red.

"What is there to listen to, after all this?" He asked, voice rough. He refused to look at the hero, for he was afraid he would fully break down. The hero came close, forcing his face towards him. He put their foreheads together, leaning on each other.

"We can make this work. We still have enough time to run away. I'm sorry I told them about this, but...but we can make this work, yeah?" He said, gulping. His throat felt dry from all the crying. The villain hugged him and wept. The hero doing the same.

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Prompt #13

“I love you, too.” The villain told the hero, as he stabbed him in the stomach with a knife. The hero’s breath choked, as his eyes widened, and then closed little by little. The villain let out a cold exhale, as he did the same to himself.

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Prompt #12

"Are you okay?" The hero questioned, breathless. They moved closer to the villain.

"No. I'm not okay. Do you think a person would be 'okay' after they've been hit on their head with a freaking pan?" The villain retorted, their hands moving to their head. A little bump was forming, and he cursed.

"I didn't know it was you, alright? It's not my fault that you decided to invade in my house at 3:00 in the morning." The hero grumbled, annoyance apparent in their frowned face.

"I came to give you your bracelet that you left behind, while you were wrestling me on that damned rooftop. Now, whose fault is that, huh?" The villain remarked, taking out the said object out of their back pocket, and placing it in the hero's hand.

"Oh, umm. Sorry. And, thank you." The hero said, sheepish. A slow smile formed on their face. They glowed beneath the moonlight, and it was the most beautiful sight for the villain.

The villain scoffed and looked away. They wouldn't admit it, but they only came to see the smile on the hero's face, and of course, to return that bracelet.

Prompt #9

The villain has a crush on the hero. He's in denial, until the hero finds out and uses it to his advantage.

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Writing Prompt:

In a world where what gods you believe in decide your afterlife, you, an atheist, end up stuck in limbo while multiple gods try to win you over.

What if-

Roy is a very famous actor in his early 20s who's dating a famous Director named Lesley Journ, and basically, he meets Wally, who is a 16-year-old actor trying to make a name for himself but is having a hard time adjusting to the hate that jabs on his passion and person and the eyes that watch him, he's not used to being known after being in a very successful series, it had reached a point where he almost quit acting because of how stressful it was.

And basically, Roy was the one that helped Wally be able to get past all of this, he was the reason why Wally never quit and kept on pursuing acting and even art.

Pass forward, Doi (yellow guy) son of Roy wanted to pursue acting but was having the same problems as Wally did back then and Wally decided to help Doi the same way Roy had helped him-

Idk, it's just an idea-

Unable are the Loved to Die | Peter Parker Fic

(June 2011)

“Is killing people wrong?” Peter asked.

Mary put the pencil she was holding down and looked at her creation. Peter was sitting in Richard’s chair with his head resting in his arms on the table. He looked so innocent then, with his cherub cheeks, wide eyes, and freckles, but the question that fell from his mouth was so complex.

How could a robot understand morality?

“Yes,” Mary said.

“Then, why do I do it?”

“Because, it's what you were made to do.”

-

When Tony Stark recovers a shut down cyborg on a routine Hydra raid, he makes it his own personal mission to get the bot working again.

This story idea has been floating around my head for a long time! I only have a couple chapters written, but it's been an interesting one to play around with. Peter Parker or 'SPY-DER' is a decommissioned Hydra killing machine created by none other than Richard and Mary Parker. In Tony's excitement to apply the Ultron program to his Iron Legion, he accidentally wakes up not one, but two murder bots.

Random idea I just had:

Imagine, if you will, a genie. A good genie who would even twist wishes to make them better, but the person who summoned them is the biggest dumbass in the universe. Now the genie must figure out how they can twist the wishes so the idiot remains unharmed.

cosmic horror (god loves you too much and keeps resurrecting you)

Story idea!

A book/movie with an extremely sarcastic, loser character who is just absolutely cursed, like the very definition of a jinx, for absolutely no reason, like they're a good person, they do good things just for the sake of doing good things, yet for some reason, they are just absolutely cursed with the worst luck in everything, and it's a romantic comedy between them and the most sunshine, perfect, happy-go-lucky character ever, who has the most amazing luck and is just the exact opposite if the MC in every way, shape and form, with a kiss in a rainstorm at the end (bonus points if they both rub off on eachother throughout the movie)

Prologue

“Bastard!” 

“You’ll regret saying that to me, princess.”

“You guys really suck with the nicknames, ya know that right?” (Go figure I say that with an already forming shiner)

‘Man, I really know how to piss people off. Just lovely.’

I s’pose I ought to tell ya exactly who I am ‘long with how I get myself into issues like that.

"I can't believe you have to deal with these kinds of...Monsters."

"Many call them men."

New story idea-Only those with “the sight” can see the path into the woods. Those that follow it come out with special gifts. Alyssa desperate to have an extraordinary life finds a way to see the path without the sight🤔

The Puzzler Bunch- OC Art!

I drew this fun group in my sketchbook one day and decided to build a story around them. Their names are Harold (Harry), Alice and Marissa, they're 10 years old and are in their 5th year of primary school. They're known for their love of solving puzzles. Harry likes word puzzles, Alice, number and math puzzles and Marissa prefers mechanical (physical) puzzles.

Everyone calls them the Puzzler Bunch, but this name is pending. I think I can come up with something better.

More She-ra 40k ideas:

Catra is the perfect example of a Felinid, not anime cat girl but not full furry she's a perfect example of what I think a felinid would look/act like. Human reasoning and strategy with feline agility and physical attributes.

Catra would also take on a few Felinids recruited from either a local gaurd regiment and/or most recently conquered planet and train them to be Adora's and her own person bodyguards. Hidden in the shadows like assassins ready to flay whatever get past Adora's honour gaurd.

Entrapta would annoy, argue, and fight the Mechanicus so much that they stopped coming to help Adora's Legion and won't train their tech marines anymore. Entrapta is then stuck doing repairs(and upgrades when she wants) while also trying to teach the tech-marines. This leads to Adora's legion, the best equipped legion despite having no direct ties to the Mechanicus.

The Librarians of Adora's legion instead of being trained by magnus and the Thousand sons are instead trained by Glimmer or return to Etheria to be trained in the ways of Etherian magic. Thus leading to a very different philosophy and approach to the warp.

More ideas/stories/scenarios to come! 😊

Okay, so in light of recent events regarding the loss of my job. I've come to a decision. I'm going to start focusing on original content. Instead of just fanart.

Now, this doesn't mean I'm gonna stop fanart altogether. I still love drawing my favourite characters. And my fav franchises, but ultimately, I wanna self-publish my own comic book and maybe make a living of it.

I have two stories I'm working on.

One is called:

"Returning to our Roots," a cyberpunk furry story following Debbie, a goth albino rabbit girl, trying to survive an increasingly hostile world. She's trying to keep her friends and herself safe from a local string of dissappearances. But everything comes to a head when a secret of the world is revealed that will shatter what anyone; corpo, anthro, or human knew about all they hold dear.

The other:

"Purgatory has a queen." An origin and life story of my demonsona and their quest not to rule all of hell or raze hevean. But rather carving herself her own little demented paradise in the Void.

I'll try to keep everyone updated on the projects. When the first few pages for either are ready, I'll post them here. Eventually, I'll try to get a patreon or Ko-fi going so you guys can support. But for now. This is just the awareness post.

Also, P.S. @moociaoafterdark My friend, i'm sorry to @ u, but I don't know if you will see this otherwise. Only because I'm not putting Warhammer40k in the tags.

Okay, so I used to write short horror/Gothic/scifi stories (which I might post here soon), but anyway, I just thought of a story concept and I need to know if it sounds atleast somewhat interesting.

(A very rough and audhd concept i know needs polishing)

So, the main character is a test tube baby made specifically to be better than regular man through both some light cybernetics and genetic mutation. However, her parents try to raise her normal for a time. She reached young adulthood and was too sheltered that when she goes out into the loud scary world, she's overwhelmed and is having a hard time coping.

Suddenly an alien crashes in front of her/maybe it's just eating her trash, and she thinks it's a wild animal at first only knowing from TV and stories. So when she sees this 8 foot tall fleshy carapace bug humanoid thing she treats it kindly and feeds it. Soon she discovers it can change its form(I definitely wanna make it a visceral and graphic transformation, think animorfs but bloodier) she still can't do human speech but does learn sign language.

It's eventually revealed that The alien (I think I'm gonna call her Mixy) is on the run and hiding from the Mi-go (They are possibly my favourite sci-fi race, and they are public domain!) So now they both have to stay hidden and fight these highly advanced and decently intelligent xenos.

Only for the MC (I can't really think of a name, open to suggestions) to find out that she and her alien love interest arent so different in origin (yes, I had to make it gay! Sue me!)

Well? What do you, someone who totally read this far down, think? Should I pursue it further? Or does it sound too crazy? I'm open to suggestions! 😊

Had a fun idea:

A superhero comic which rather than telling you the hero's secret identity because it's- you know- a secret, we see like mabye three people who might be. None of them know eachother. We are never explicitly told that any of these people are the hero. They all have their own motivations and events that might or might not be what caused them to get powers and eventually use them as a superhero.

Perhaps the hero's (public only?) appearances are presented with dates but scenes with the "civilian identities" are not, so that without revealing who it is we avoid the problem of at least two people disapearing in a hurry right before the hero shows up and reappearing just after they finnished.

Story idea:

Two heroes are investigating each others civilian identities because they believe them to be a villain but they end up falling in love with each other the more suspicious evidence they get. The villain is a shared acquaintance that through the process of the story finds out both their secret identities and tries to get them together. They are suffering.

I have an idea for story writers and Danganronpa fans. What if...a new story in the perspective of the world outside of Danganronpa. This would take place after Danganronpa V3. It would be through the eyes of an activist against the killing game. They would protest the killing game being broadcasted and children being sent in to be slaughtered for everyone's enjoyment. The activist would not be a teenager but instead someone who had to witness the horrors close hand, maybe worked behind the scenes. (I will make another post about V3 explaining what I think is going on behind the scenes.) There would be murder mysteries, plots against the government, lawyer cases, and all the drama and angst you could want. Plus it would be a great way to build on the parallel world that V3 created.

I know Danganronpa isn't popular anymore. But an idea to those who want to try.

Hope has dirt under her fingernails

Hope has dirt under her fingernails. Her broken foot trembles beneath her as she stands up, reading herself for another punch.

Faith clutches the rim of the sink, breath fogging up the mirror. Then she takes her meds and closes the door behind her.

Perseverance hands bribes to cops and takes the first cleaning job she gets, eyes averted as she gets slapped for tardiness.

Selflessness shivers on her bedroom floor, the memory of loosing a patient on the operation table replaying behind her eyelids again.

Love sits in the visitors hall of the hospital, waiting to replace the wilted flowers beside the coma patient.

Passion only leaves the house to go to therapy, the world too painful to look at for long.

Strength looks at the others and decides to make a home in their hearts.