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Hero jiggled the keys into the lock, turning it and opening the front door. Home, finally. After a long day of work protecting the city, they could finally relax.

Well, they would, if the light wasn't on already in the kitchen.

Hero assumed a fighting stance and tiptoed through the hallway. They spotted a tall figure, black-clad, scrolling on their phone while stiring a cup of tea. Hero dropped their arms, looking up and down with a disgusted expression at the man standing before them. He obviously hadn't noticed them yet.

"Villain?" Hero broke the silence. "What the heck are you doing in my house?"

"Oh, hey Hero." Villain shifted his body to face the younger Hero. He didn't take his eyes off his phone. "Just a sec." He left the spoon to fall against the cup with a clatter and leaned against the counter, texting something. Hero rolled their eyes and folded their arms.

Every single time.

"Alright." Villain pocketed his phone and started drinking his tea. "What do you want?"

Hero spluttered, spreading out their arms. "I'd ask you the same thing! What are you doing here? How did you even get in?"

Villain pointedly stared at his tea and pulled out a ring of keys in turn. Hero sighed.

"Okay, but surely tea is not all you're here for."

"Can't I drop by to see you? Maybe a friendly greeting? See how my kiddo is doing?"

"You can." Hero folded their arms. "You wouldn't, though."

"Yeah, you're right." Villain sipped some more tea and a breath escaped his lips. "Truth is, I've come to warn you of a threat you might not know about." His eyes seemed to harden, and then flash as his grin spread out wide, revealing sharp, white teeth. "Me."

Hero was unfazed. "Stop lying. You haven't been a threat ever since Endgame came out."

"Iron Man didn't have to die. Hollywood needed to know that."

"Whatever."

"Anyway." Villain reached into a side pants pocket and pulled out a few photographs. "This is something Supervillain has been working on. They're going all out with this one. Genetic engineering, biocognitive cybernetic fusion,quantum realignment, ontological refactoring, localized profanity-triggered pyrokinetic dispersion..."

"Okay, okay." Hero held up their hands to shut Villain up. "Which of those is actually real?"

"Only the first two."

"Got it."

Villain chucked the photos onto the kitchen counter, and Hero stepped forward to take a closer look. "Oh my god," Hero exclaimed. Their hands few to their head. "What is that thing?"

"Funny thing," Villain said, picking up one of the photos. "Your mother said those exact words when you were born.

"Yeah?" Hero punched his arm. "She must've been disappointed I got your genes."

Villain chuckled. "She never did like me, that woman."

Hero frowned, taking another photo. "So, what is Supervillain working on, exactly?"

"I forgot what he called it." Villain swapped the photograph for another. "But he didn't like the name 'RC Godzilla.'"

"You talked to him?"

"Not much. He was the one doing all the yapping."

A few beats of silence. Villain downed the rest of his tea. Then Hero said, "Wel?"

"Well what?"

"Well what did he say?"

Villain shrugged. "| wasn't really listening. Tuned out when he started with all the science crap.

"Okay," Hero hummed, snapping their fingers. They caught sight of the pictures scattered on the counter and said, "Then how did you get the photos?"

"Oh, that's easy." Villain lay the picture on the table. "I had my drone with me."

Hero perked up. "Did you get a recording of the conversation?"

"No."

Hero's face and body fell in a slouch. "Did you think to get a recording of th-

"Yes."

Hero ran their hands through their hair, exasperated. "So why didn't you?"

"Storage was full." Villain shrugged. "l accidentally grabbed the micro SD that had an Endgame on it."

Hero swore loudly, slamming their fist on the counter. Villain's eyebrows shot upward. "Woah. Language."

"Sorry," Hero muttered. They took a deep breath in and out to calm to themselves. "I just... I need to know what this is. I need to find a way to stop it. Oh gosh..."

Hero's head fell on the counter with a slight bang, and Villain whinced at the sound. Hero just sat there. With their head on the counter.

Villain stood in silence for a full minute, zoning out. He snapped out of it with a loud "Okay!" and strutted past Hero, clapping their back. "That's my good deed done for the day. Good luck, Hero!"

Hero just groaned, not moving an inch. Only when they heard the front door click open and shut did they raise their head.

Plan. They needed a plan.

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Complacency is the thief of joy and all of you have empty pockets.

All of you need to start doing more stupid things for the bit it’s good for the soul. Climb out a window occasionally. Go swimming at night in questionable water what could go wrong. Get lost in the woods for extended periods of time and come out changed. Leave tiny folded origami cranes everywhere. Randomly go to a cat cafe. Create a cat cafe. Pretend you’re a worm and roll around in grass. Make snow angels in the street at three am. Rank integrals on the list of kinky to least kinky. Buy fetishtest.com and then meet with a psychology professor to design a scientifically accurate quiz. Make a mud pie. Massive dandelion chain. Swim where you should not be swimming. Do it. “No no that would be crazy there’s no way we can do that—“ why not? Society says so? Okay and? Complacency is the thief of joy and all of you have empty pockets. There are so many things to be done and half the time the reason to not do them simply because societal rules make it seem stupid, or silly, or wrong. Just. Do things for the bit. I guarantee life is way, way more fun.

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This is literally such a character aesthetic post thank you so much

Guys my mom stopped committing fraud in my name I’m no longer in debt 😇😜🥳

[neongalaxiie]

You. I like you.

In various close calls with Death, humans have reported seeing a child holding a scythe. The description of the child varied from person to person. Some details could be agreed upon, and multiple people have come to the conclusion that they saw the same person at that critical moment in their life. The truth is, the title of Death is held by seven siblings, each unique, each dependable, and all take turns bearing the scythe.

Inspired by this post.

[neongalaxiie]

In various close calls with Death, humans have reported seeing a child holding a scythe. The description of the child varied from person to person. Some details could be agreed upon, and multiple people have come to the conclusion that they saw the same person at that critical moment in their life. The truth is, the title of Death is held by seven siblings, each unique, each dependable, and all take turns bearing the scythe.

Inspired by this post.

[neongalaxiie]

Request idea

Villain goes to buy a coffee and runs into Hero at the coffee shop

Villain opened the door to the coffee shop and stepped inside, letting the door shut. They shivered, pulling their unzipped jacket over their shoulders and raising the lapels. The heated cafe contrasted with the freezing outdoors like black and white, but staying out for too long without a coffee to heat them up left Villain freezing.

They made a beeline for the counter, not wanting to waste a second despite having to wait in a queue. A longer queue than usual, Villain noticed. The cafe seemed more crowded today, with most of the inside tables taken up and multiple customers waiting for their takeaway orders.

Villain ordered a large black coffee and headed to the back of the cafe to wait. They leaned against the wall in one of the corners and pulled out their phone, glancing up occasionally when a name was called out.

They looked up again when the door opened and a small but heavily bundled-up figure stumbled in, covered in snow. Snow? Villain's mouth hung open as they turned their attention to the window beside them. It was indeed snowing, although lightly. Shit, this was bad.

Villain was still staring outside in horror as the stranger finished ordering. Villain swallowed, wide-eyed. Their scalding hot coffee would become ice within two seconds of stepping outside. They weren't even that well dressed for this type of weather, and they just recovered from the flu not a week ago. They couldn't go through it again, all those sleepless nights and the runny nose and constant coughing and sneezing and postponed plans and canceled fights and--

"Villain?"

Villain looked up to the barista just in time to see someone else pick up a coffee from the counter. Villain kept their head up a moment longer to make sure...

"Villain, down here!"

Villain startled, seeing the short little stranger right in front of them. They didn't even see them approaching. How did...?

Villain frowned. "Who are you?"

"Don't you recognize me? I'm Hero!"

The villain's eyes flew open in recognition. They couldn't tell at first, with the voice muffled by the oversized scarf, every square inch of skin covered by clothing, and every square inch of clothing covered by... believe it or not, more clothing. Hero's thin, round glasses fogged up with every exhale, making the lenses appear almost pure white.

Villain tore their gaze away from Hero and cleared their throat. "What are you doing here?"

"Getting a coffee, duh," Hero laughed. "How long have you been waiting?"

"Almost ten minutes," Villain replied, fighting the urge to move as Hero leaned against the wall next to them.

"Honestly, I think you'll need a lot more than coffee to get you through."

Villain blushed. "Like what?"

"A thicker jacket, for starters," Hero said, tugging at Villain's leather jacket. Villain pulled away this time, pushing off the wall. "But also like, a beanie, a scarf, two pairs of pants, and another thicker jacket, as well as boots."

Villain grimaced, guessing those were the layers Hero had on. "I'd rather not..."

"What?" Hero pushed off the wall and planted their mittened hands on their hips. "You don't like what I'm wearing?"

"I don't want to look like you."

Hero snorted, shaking their head. They opened their mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a loud barista.

"Order for Loki?!"

Villain locked eyes with the barista and made a hesitant move towards her. Their eyes flicked back to the hero, who started to giggle.

"Loki? That's what you call yourself now?" They erupted into peals of laughter that filled the cafe, turning several heads and leaving Villain with a deep crimson blush.

"Usually, yes," Villain grumbled. "You just ruin my fun."

Villain stepped up to the counter, muttering their thanks to the barista and sipped their coffee, savoring the hot bitterness for as long as they could. They left the cafe without another word to the hero.

[neongalaxiie]

Yeah, I should've specified quality 💀 and making it consistent across the entire world(s).

worldbuilding tips

populations and peoples don’t just suddenly change at a border marker. cultures interact and blend.

there are usually a multitude of cultures in one place, and religions often have different factions within them

what are the differences between the upper and lower classes? is there a lower class? what system is used? fuedalism? capitalism? communism?

how does your society view and deal with poverty?

think about the diaspora. invent a large population of immigrants. why are they there? how long have they lived there? how does their culture now differentiate from their homeland?

languages. is there a global lingua franca (a language that people use to speak internationally. historically this has been latin and french, and right now, english)? if so, why That One? are there smaller lingua francas within different nations?

a large country will almost always have smaller languages within it. put some in. you don’t even have to name them, just have someone mention that they often have to translate for their parents

the lingua franca will usually be the language of the majority, but not always. if a particular ethnic group has control of the government, and therefor education, then that language will probably become more widespread. although sometimes there are “official languages” and “daily languages”

i could write a whole other post about languages honestly

what things do different cultures see as beautiful? is it eyes? hair? what parts of the body are considered scandalous. are the bodies of men and women seen differently? how do people feel about breasts?

how is makeup used? is it daily? is it ceremonial? do different colours and patterns have meanings or is purely for aesthetic? is it seen as gendered?

basically just don’t take everything in your culture as the “norm.” there is no norm. the world is weird.

learn about other cultures in our own world. please.

[neongalaxiie]

peak fantasy environment designs:

floaty islands

glowing mushrooms

bigger versions of normal animals

animalistic dragons

deep, sentient forests

sky/space whales

[neongalaxiie]

Too late i have one on my backpack >:3

SHADOW!! I TURNED YOU INTO A KEYCHAIN!!!

YOU LIKE IT???

I dont like being a keychain.

but it is neat.

[neongalaxiie]

I wanted to make my world either as extensive as Tolkien's or even more so, but now I realize that's probably impossible.

worldbuilding tips

populations and peoples don’t just suddenly change at a border marker. cultures interact and blend.

there are usually a multitude of cultures in one place, and religions often have different factions within them

what are the differences between the upper and lower classes? is there a lower class? what system is used? fuedalism? capitalism? communism?

how does your society view and deal with poverty?

think about the diaspora. invent a large population of immigrants. why are they there? how long have they lived there? how does their culture now differentiate from their homeland?

languages. is there a global lingua franca (a language that people use to speak internationally. historically this has been latin and french, and right now, english)? if so, why That One? are there smaller lingua francas within different nations?

a large country will almost always have smaller languages within it. put some in. you don’t even have to name them, just have someone mention that they often have to translate for their parents

the lingua franca will usually be the language of the majority, but not always. if a particular ethnic group has control of the government, and therefor education, then that language will probably become more widespread. although sometimes there are “official languages” and “daily languages”

i could write a whole other post about languages honestly

what things do different cultures see as beautiful? is it eyes? hair? what parts of the body are considered scandalous. are the bodies of men and women seen differently? how do people feel about breasts?

how is makeup used? is it daily? is it ceremonial? do different colours and patterns have meanings or is purely for aesthetic? is it seen as gendered?

basically just don’t take everything in your culture as the “norm.” there is no norm. the world is weird.

learn about other cultures in our own world. please.

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"I'm sorry."

Hero gritted their teeth. "Sorry?" They spat. "Sorry doesn't fix anything, Villain. Look around. The world is burning. Everyone I know, everyone I love, is dead. I don't want your apology. I want you to fix the mess you've made and then I want you to get out of my life."

[neongalaxiie]

Hi, can I ask please, what is your most favourite story/promt you've written so far? I don't mean the most popular or well received, but really which one you like the most?

I had to go through some of my other stories for this ask. There were several candidates, but ultimately one came out on top.

And that one was An Untimely Awakening.

I felt like this one was more thought through than most of my other stuff. It is also a lot more well written (God only knows why my writing quality fluctuates) and has a part 2, which only a select few stories can boast.

Overall, it's a great read and a pleasure to write, although I don't write continuations unless they're requested.

So, yeah. If you haven't read it already, you definitely should. Thanks for the ask, Anon!

[neongalaxiie]

Don't you hate it when...

your short prompts get more attention than your long stories >:(

[neongalaxiie]

Hello, could you please use your magic and do something with this?

Supervillain doesn't like people. He just works with some of them cuz they're mildly useful and he absolutely doesn't want to spend his time with them. Well, bad for him. His team knows he has a birthday and they know he doesn't have anyone else and they baked a cake.

Thank you so much. I love your work, btw.

Haha, INTJ supervillain >:) This is perfect

Thanks Anon!

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The door slid closed behind Supervillain as he flipped the light switch. He sighed, relieved.

Home. He was home at last.

His entire body ached, and he felt mentally exhausted. Working with people for that long without a break did that to his brain.

And he had to endure it every single day.

He headed over to the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea. Despite it being late and all, he wasn't ready to go to bed. There was work to be done.

Dipping the tea bag in and out a few times, Supervillain walked past the fridge and noticed his calendar. Ah, right. He'd seen that this morning as well.

Tomorrow's his birthday. And if he was born in 1996, and this year was 2025, then he'd be turning...

He'd be turning 29.

He gave a disapproving groan as he took his tea to the living room and set it on the coffee table, opening his laptop instead. Tomorrow wouldn't be any different. It'll pass by like any other torturous day, and...

Oh.

There's a meeting tomorrow.

Supervillain moaned in pain. Should he skip it? Was it worth risking the team's anger and trust?

Probably not.

Supervillain took a sip of his tea and brought the laptop onto his lap. By the time he had finished his tea and decided to go to bed, it was way past midnight.

...

The meeting was being held in a torturous place.

A room full of people.

Supervillain stepped into the room with a scowl on his face. The Red Bull he'd downed on the way was doing miracles for his mood and sleep deprivation.

It didn't do anything for his ability to work with morons.

To their credit, not everyone in the group was a moron. Some were a little smarter, Leader was actually really intelligent, and all the rest were downright idiots.

Nevertheless, Supervillain pitched into the meeting whenever he felt fit, presenting genius ideas for the next move of the team. He had to admit, the smartest thing the rest of the team as a collective did was at least listen to him when he spoke.

Finally, the meeting concluded. Just as Supervillain was finishing packing up his belongings, Leader spoke up, "And I'll be expecting you all at our storehouse next to the docks in preparation for our next plan at 6 pm sharp." Leader locked eyes with Supervillain, and the corner of their mouth quirked upward. "Don't be late."

Supervillain turned back to his bag, gritting his teeth, and left the room first. Everyone else stayed behind to chat, or whatever they do after meetings.

6 pm. Supervillain only had a few hours to gather his bearings before he had to leave again. And the docks were so far away as well. Whatever Leader was thinking, it wasn't funny.

The hours passed much faster than they had to, and Supervillain speed-walked through the maze of shipping containers toward the storehouse. He finished off another can of Red Bull as he approached the doors, and slid them open.

Everyone was already inside. "Surprise!" They shouted.

Supervillain's mind had to catch up with the scene. The room was decorated in... bright colors. Streamers, balloons, and other garbage took up the space, and Villain was carrying a big, fricking cake.

And by the look of the cake, they must've baked it themselves. Supervillain cringed and muttered, "What the hell is this?"

"Well, obviously, since you so kindly bothered to tell us," Leader slammed the sliding door behind Supervillain, making them jump, before slinging an arm over his shoulders, "we made you a surprise party. You're welcome."

Supervillain pinched the bridge of his nose. "Leader, please," he sighed. "I'm really not--"

Villain swore loudly, catching everyone else's attention. "Hurry it up already, this damn thing is heavy!"

"I'm not in the mood," Supervillain finished, glaring at Villain, who almost dropped the cake. "Thanks, but," he threw Leader's arm off his shoulders, "no thanks."

Supervillain turned back to the door, but Leader blocked it with an arm. "Alright, Supervillain, what's wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong with me at the moment," Supervillain balled his fists, "but if you don't move in two seconds, there'll be something wrong... with your face."

A chorus of oohs overtook the back of the room, and Leader bit their bottom lip to supress a chuckle. "Fiesty, are we? Are you tired?"

"Y-yes! That's it, I'm just tired."

"You just drank a whole can of Red Bull."

Supervillain looked at the empty can in his hand, and Leader folded their arms. "Come on, just for half an hour, and then you can go home and mope around in your underwear or something."

Supervillain sighed, and let Leader lead them to the back of the room. The cheers that erupted only deepened his scowl, and the group gathered around to sing him "Happy Birthday". Supervillain wished he could die right then and there.

Afterwards, Other Supervillain cut the cake, which tasted surprisingly better than it looked. Everyone else started chatting over cake, and Supervillain was content to just stand to the side and listen.

Overall, it wasn't too bad, though Supervillain would never admit to anything more.

True to his word, Supervillain left after exactly thirty minutes. He waved goodbye to the rest of them and left.

The first to leave.

It didn't matter. He'd see these humans again tomorrow, and this time, it'll be back to work.

Supervillain smirked. After today, he could hardly wait.

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prompt

while sneaking around villains lair

hero accidentally activates a machine that forcibly dresses them in a clown outfit and shoes while spraying their with makeup and glueing a honking nose onto their face

Hey, Clown Anon. While I'd usually treat this as a request and cook something up, I actually really fricking hate clowns. I'm sorry.

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Could you write Prompt #217 by @thepenultimateword

I love your style of writing!!!😭

Thanks Anon :D Your wish is my command...

Prompt is here. Credit to @thepenultimateword for it.

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Hero crawled up the corrugated metal roof of the abandoned warehouse to where a stray laser had torn a hole. They snuck their fingers over the warped, jagged edges and peeked inside. Their team was down there in a heated battle, fighting against Supervillain.

And despite being severely outnumbered, Supervillain seemed to be holding off well, although the heroes were steadily pulling over the rope.

"I need to help them," Hero muttered. They pulled themselves to their feet and jumped neatly through the hole, landing in a dramatic pose in the middle of battlefield. Several daggers flew past from behind, slicing the air just a few inches away from them.

"Hero?" Leader puffed, exhausted and exasperated as Hero turned and shouted a friendly greeting. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I came to help!" Hero spread their arms out wide, oblivious to the multiple attacks aimed at their unprotected back, and deflected by their teammates. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

Leader fended off another attack, grunting with the effort it took to protect themselves. "Weren't you kicked out of the agency? You're not part of this team. Now leave, before you get hurt."

"But--"

"Now, Hero." Leader shook at finger at them. "That's an order."

Hero stomped, balling their fists. "I'm a hero, and heroes don't just abandon their team." Hero ran off to the side of the room before Leader could reply, joining in the chaos.

They integrated easily, getting into the rhythm of the battle. Dodging lasers, shooting force fields, and... spotting an unsuspecting Other Hero about to get fried. On instinct, Hero dived toward them, knocking them down and taking the hit instead. Hero rolled near the wall, in pain. Other Hero rolled away gracefully, risked a glance in Hero's direction, and returned to the fight.

Hero spun onto their back, groaning in pain. Their breaths came in short gasps, and their vision blurred. The ceiling looked kinda woozy. That hole in the ceiling kept moving, and... something else outside was moving as well.

That something was pointing another something into the room.

A gun?

Hero's eyes widened as the figure came into focus, tracing the sniper's aim to Leader. Hero raised a hand, and a blue force field appeared high above Leader's head, just as an explosive hit and jarred everyone's attention. The shield dissipated and Leader stared up at the panicking sniper.

"It's an ambush," Leader shouted, turning to the team. "Go, go, get out of here!"

Some of the heroes blasted holes in the walls and ceiling, escaping however they can. More henchmen were waiting on the other side, armed to the teeth although no bullets were flying. The heroes made their getaway without having to fight for it.

Supervillain stood at the back of the room with a smirk, unmoving, watching the heroes flee. Then they noticed Hero.

Hero had turned onto their stomach, mouth open as their team left them. Once the heroes left their field of vision, Hero realized that now they were left alone with their bruised body, armed henchmen.

And Supervillain.

Hero swallowed, wanting to push up to their feet, and feeling entirely too weak to do so. Seeing their feeble attempt, Supervillain snapped their fingers and pointed to Hero. Several henchmen rushed over to drag them across the floor, depositing them in the center of the room. Hero stopped moving, opting to fall onto their face instead.

"Well, well, well," Supervillain chuckled, clasping their hands behind their back. They sauntered over, slowly circling Hero's wounded figure. Hero let out a confused whimper and raised their head to look at Supervillain. "Poor little Hero, all alone and no one to turn to. Abandoned by your team, kicked out of the agency..."

Supervillain stopped and bent over in front of Hero. Hero's eyes widened as a wolfish grin took over Supervillain's lips. "What's your next mo--"

Supervillain was interrupted by Hero's lips on theirs. It took a moment for Supervillain to realize what happened before they stumbled back, ears burning.

"W-what...?" Supervillain clapped both hands over their mouth, exclaiming muffled, "What are you doing?"

Hero cocked their head. "You leaned in. Weren't you leading to the 'join me and I'll give you unimaginable power' speech anyway? I'm just speeding it up a little."

Supervillain's hands slid down their face, uncovering a confused expression. "What the hell?"

"Well, y'know, after all that happened," Hero tried again to push themselves up, and managed to get into a sitting position. "I'm kinda in the market for a new job."

Supervillain hummed, raising a hand to their chin in thought.

Hero continued, "I don't know what you'd do with me otherwise. I mean, it's pretty obvious no one's gonna come for me or pay a ransom if you decide to just take me hostage, and I'm not really sure what else a hostage is good for. Also, I think..."

"Okay, can you just stop talking," Supervillain said, showing both palms. "You're sitting here, suggesting that I hire you, but are we really ready to ignore the fact that you just kissed me," Supervillain swept their hands across the room, "in front of all my henchmen?"

Hero's eyes darted to the floor, and back to Supervillain. "Yes?"

"Good." Supervillain's hands dropped to their side. They stepped forward and extended an arm to Hero, pulling the latter up to their feet. Supervillain turned the contact into a handshake and smiled. "You're hired."

Hero's face broke out into a grin. "Amazing! Where do I start?"

Supervillain's smile morphed into something darker. "Oh, you're about to see very soon."

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Villain burst into the room, gasping for breath. All the other villains were already there, and the place was filled with excited chatter and laughter. Everyone was gathered around the platform and the giant glass cage on top.

Villain jumped onto a crate to see what the commotion was all about. They hoped to heaven it wasn't what they thought it was. Peering above the heads, Villain gasped, almost losing their footing.

Hero was looking out from the other side of the glass, panicking as water started filling up from the bottom. They glanced around the room with wide eyes, hyperventilating, until their gaze landed on Villain.

Villain mirrored their expression. Oh, Hero, what happened? Villain thought. This wasn't supposed to happen.

This wasn't part of the plan.