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Hello, could you please write something about villain feeding captured hero a human flesh (well, not actually, but the villain loves to play with him, to lie to him and see his reactions). If you're uncomfortable, I coplmetely understand. Thank you anyways!

TW: Blood, Broken limbs

Henchman strode into the room, balancing a large, covered silver platter on one hand. Villain smirked, turning from Hero to their employee.

"Ah, Henchman. Finally." They looked back at the Hero with a wicked grin. "I've prepared you a little something. I hope you're hungry."

Hero swallowed, but their mouth had run dry. Villain went to remove the cover on the platter with a grand flourish. A lot of smoke erupted from the plate, and when it all settled, Hero gasped in horror.

There, on top of the platter, lay a single bloodied human arm.

Hero gaped at the sight, their vision shrinking down to that filthy... thing. Oh, yuck. They wanted to puke.

Villain chuckled, and Hero had almost forgotten they were still there. Villain stepped closer, and Hero started panicking.

"Wait, wha...? You-- you can't make me eat that!" Both Villain and the plate's contents seemed to demand Hero's attention, and their gaze kept switching between the two. "I-- I'm vegetarian!"

Villain's smile only grew more unhinged as Hero stumbled over their words. "Oh, is that so? In that case, let me let you on a little secret." They leaned over the tied-up hero, nearly pressing their faces together. Hero shied away as far back as the wooden chair would let them. Villain flashed a sharp grin. "I don't care. And you really should've known."

Villain abandoned Hero to take their place next to Henchman. Hero started hyperventilating as Villain continued, "And besides, Henchman has worked hard on this to make it as presentable as possible. Haven't you, Henchman?"

Henchman remained stoic as Villain slunk to their other side. "Yes, boss."

Villain payed them no mind, instead choosing to snicker and twist the little finger of the tensed hand. Sticking out their tongue, Villain tore off the pinky with a sickening crack.

Hero screamed, tears pricking their eyes with the imagined pain. Villain and the blood-red inside of the finger stared back at them. Pressing their other clenched fist against their hip, Villain raised the finger to their mouth and bit it in thirds with a crack-CRACK.

Hero flinched with the sounds, ducking their head away from the horrible sight. Tears streamed down their cheeks, and they sniffled. Villain started laughing.

And then they started cackling. They rushed up in Hero's face with a gleeful expression. "Oh, you're too funny, Hero." More laughter. "Look," they said, holding up another disembodied finger. Hero jumped back from it, setting off more tears. "It's cake!" They ate the entire finger in a single bite to prove it and stepped back, spreading out their arms. "You really were far too worried. Over a damn cake, for crying out loud!"

Villain's raucous behavior never stopped, even as they sauntered away. Henchman followed close behind them, and Hero let out shuddering sighs. "Oh, and Henchman," Hero heard them say, "just put that cake in the fridge and untie hero for me, will you? Bring them over to the living room, I wanted to--"

Their voices became more muffled as they walked farther way, until they eventually got out of earshot.

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"You really like [name], don't you?"

"How can you tell?"

"Theirs is the only name you bothered to spell correctly."

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"Chosen one? As in to save the world? Hah!" Hero spat on the ground and bared their teeth at Mentor. "I would rather die."

Mentor leaned against the wall, sharpening their sword. "Well then," they said, glancing up at Hero. They slid their finger along the edge of the blade. "You're in luck."

chosen one not as in the one the prophecy foretold but as in lamb to the slaughter. as in the only person both brave and foolish enough to do it. chosen one as in sculpted, molded to be the perfect sacrifice to something expertly, divinely crafted to annihilate you wholly and surely. chosen one as in taken away. chosen one as in death sentence. chosen one as in goodbye

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The heavy, metal door slammed behind me with a loud CLANG! I jumped at the sound, shoulders tensing as I turned around to face the sealed exit.

I let out a nervous laugh. Okay, this is great. I'm trapped. Amazing.

I hugged my notebook tighter against my chest as I turned around to view my subject. I was still unsure as to why I had to be abducted from my own home to carry out an interrogation. I've never done anything like this in the past, and I was sure the agency would have their best people on hand to do this kind of job.

But when my gaze landed on my subject, everything almost made sense. Because sitting on the uncomfortable metal chair, and chained to the bolted table, was me.

I let out a small gasp, stumbling backwards. I hit the door behind me and just... froze, gaping at whoever it was before me.

She really did look like me, albeit much sexier. Her long brown hair rose up in a voluminous high ponytail, with the front strands left out to frame her gorgeous face. I swallowed, absent-mindedly running my fingers through my own frizzy ponytail that didn't look half as pretty.

Then my eyes flicked over the rest of her, taking in the long, dark, painted fingernails clicking on the table, her black, dark purple, and red uniform, and the gosh dang cape that spilled off the side of the chair and onto the floor.

I bit my bottom lip. This wasn't just some criminal. This is an honest-to-God supervillain.

The other girl gave me a smirk. "If you've finished gawking," she said, "can we get this interview over and done with? I've got more important things to do than just sit here."

I sucked in a breath. She even sounded like me. Is this some twin I never knew I had? But... that doesn't explain the whole dark getup. I cautiously edged a little closer.

"A-are you-- who are you?" I asked, voice shaking.

She raised a brow. "Are you always this nervous, or is it just today? Besides, what kind of a question is that? Can't you recognize yourself in a mirror?"

"I--" I frowned, hitting my head with my notebook. "Yeah, that was a stupid question. Here's a better one." I stood directly in front of the table and pointed my pencil at her. "How did you get here? Are you an actual supervillain, or is this some Comic-Con thing? Do you have any powers?"

She leaned back on her chair. "Take a seat, first."

Slight frustration bubbled inside me, but I complied, pulling out the chair and sitting down while keeping my gaze on her the whole time. "So?"

She considered me for a moment. "You said, 'Here's a better one'. I counted three questions that you then proceeded to ask, and I have a feeling that wasn't the end of it."

I wrinkled up my nose. "I don't have time for semantics. If you aren't already aware, this is an interrogation. I'm here to ask my questions, get my answers, and then go home." I slammed my fist on the table, gritting my teeth. "So, answer the questions, or I'm gonna have to... take drastic measures."

She chuckled. "I've never known you for taking drastic measures."

I got up, leaning over the table and getting into her face. "Alright, listen here you piece of shiitake." I bared my teeth. "I am in charge here. You're chained to the table with nowhere to go. I have the power to recommend actions to the authorities, because I'm the only person who knows you well, so make your choice," I plopped back down in my seat and crossed my legs under the table, "cooperate, or force me to take drastic measures."

The villain clapped lightly. "Bravo, great speech. However, you are wrong about one thing." She rested her elbow on the table, and her chin on the back of her tensed hand. "You're not the one in charge here." She flashed a grin, and I raised a brow. "I am."

Your are your normal, boring self. Today, however, you’ve been abducted by the government to interrogate a super villain from another dimension - Yourself!

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Wasn't even tagged, but...

Macklemore - Thrift Shop

... I won't tag anyone

ATTENTION

If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

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TW: Blood, Description of Injury (not in detail)

"This is the last straw."

The villain stood over the hero's battered form, all bloodied and bruised. The hero raised their head, not without difficulty, and saw the scowl plastered on the villain's face. The hero shuddered. "W-what do you mea—" Their sentence ended in a violent coughing fit, hacking up more blood in their palm. The villain crouched down in front of them as they settled, grabbing both the hero's wrists.

"I'm not letting you do this, going out there and risking your life. This little charade we had going on was fun, but it's gone too far." The villain's gaze dropped to the hero's hands, then down their arms, their suit. Where their body wasn't decorated by a series of cuts, a blossoming bruise lay just beneath the unbroken skin. The villain's face betrayed their concern and, the hero noticed, a hint of pity.

The villain locked eyes with the hero, and their expression hardened again. The hero gave them a sad smile, straining their split lip. "It's fine, Villain. This is my job. I chose this life, so I guess I have to deal with the bad stuff, too."

"It's not fine!" The villain almost roared, throwing their hands up to their head. They were up in the hero's face the next moment. "You could've died! And I'm the one who has to suffer for it! You... you..." The villain stared into the hero's eyes, pained. Their eyebrows drew close, first in sympathy, then with a resolve.

The villain sighed and dropped their head, standing up. They turned their back on the hero. The hero said nothing, only cocking their head in response. The villain turned their head back to the hero, and their voice took a low and dangerous quality. "You could've died. I'm not taking that chance anymore. From this day onward, your career as a hero is over."

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"You couldn't sleep, could you?"

Hero sighed over the phone. "No, I just— I just miss them."

Superhero pinched the bridge of their nose, blinking their eyes hard. "It's 3 AM, Hero. What random hobby have you taken up this time?"

"Baking," Hero replied, looking around at the array of baking trays on the messy counters. "I've made 247 cookies so far."

"You need to go to bed," Superhero stated, leaving no room for argument. "I'll talk to you in the morning."

Superhero hung up, leaving Hero with a dirty kitchen, tired eyes, and a heap of cookies they'll probably never eat.

Hero sighed, holding their head in their hands. They couldn't take this anymore. Tomorrow, they decided, they would go find Villain.

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"Which movie did you have in mind?"

The villain clutched their messenger bag, fixing it back on their shoulder. Hero's eyes trailed down to the bulging shape that dropped down with such force. Villain cradled a hand underneath it to alleviate the weight on their shoulder.

"It... wasn't a movie, exactly." Villain's gaze wandered down to the bag, and up to Hero.

Hero's brow shot upward. "I thought you wanted to sneak snacks in there."

"I did. I am."

"Snacks aren't that heavy." Hero moved toward the bag, and Villain took an instinctive step backward. "Let me see what's in there."

Villain swallowed, and reluctantly agreed. They dropped the bag to the ground, whincing at the sound it made. Hero unzipped it, rooting through the bags of chips and crackers until they found what Villain had attempted to conceal at the bottom.

Hero pulled out a gaming console, gaping at Villain. "You brought a Nintendo Switch?"

Villain didn't respond, but their beading forehead said everything. Hero kept rummaging through the bag and soon stood up, holding a game case. Their face reddened, seething.

"You brought Mario Party?!"

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One glance in the mirror was all it took.

Hero flinched and let out a scream at the villain's reflection staring back at them. Their enemy reacted in exactly the same way, stepping backward. Out of instinct, the Hero unleashed a fireball toward the mirror, scorching the reflective surface.

Hero spun around. Villain wasn't there. Or anywhere near here. And... fire wasn't Hero's power.

Slowly, cautiously, Hero crept up to the mirror, peeking up past the blackened mark directly in the center. Villain in the mirror did exactly the same, looking up at Hero with wide eyes.

Hero took a step back in shock, mouth falling open. They took off to find another mirror.

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Bursting into the public bathroom, Hero rushed to the sink and looked on in horror. Villain's face was still there, staring back to them, matching each one of Hero's expressions, every gesture, every word.

"Villain?" Hero's voice wavered, except it wasn't Hero's voice that reached their ears.

It was Villain's.

And what a perfect time for their phone to start ringing. Hero fumbled around the folds of Villain's suit before they finally found the source of the sound in a hidden pocket. At least it was still their phone.

Hero's brows furrowed at the screen. An unknown number. They accepted the call, bringing the phone up to their ear. "Hello?"

"Hero?" Their voice-- Hero's voice-- came out the other end, seeming a little more high-pitched. Hero jolted at the sound. "You there? You won't believe what happened."

They sounded so giddy, so... excited. It irritated Hero even more. "Now's a bad time, Villain," Hero replied, frowning at their reflection and the voice that came out of their mouth. They glared at themselves, baring their teeth, ruffling their hair. Villain remained silent while Hero inspected themselves. "Wait--" Hero's brows furrowed and they stopped, planting a hand on their hip. "How did you even get this number?"

Villain just laughed. "Look up."

And Hero did look up, at the mirror. Hero-- no, Villain-- was lounging on the wall that separated two of the cubicles. Hero screamed for the second time, and almost unleashed another fireball.

Villain rolled their eyes. "So dramatic," they said with a smile. "You're not that scary, I can assure you. I've had this body for an entire half-hour already."

"What did you do?" Hero spun around to meet their own eyes peering down at them. Villain's mouth curled up in their signature smirk, still recognizable. "How-- why...?"

Villain shrugged. "Was a spell," they explained. "Easy to cast, difficult to reverse. You can see where I'm going with this, right?"

Hero's gaped at them. "This-- no. I'm stuck as you?"

"And I'm stuck as you!" Villain beamed proudly. "Ts'alright, Hero. We'll have fun, I promise."

Villain's smirk never gave Hero much assurance.

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"We can't leave them behind!~"

Superhero turned to Hero. The latter's already red eyes sprung up a well of fresh tears. Superhero's forehead creased.

"We don't have any other choice, Hero. This plan needs to work. If Other Hero makes it, good for them. If not..."

Good for us.

Bonus: Other Hero barely survives and comes crawling back, seeking revenge against the heroes that betrayed them.

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only realized at the sliver, smh

Love this tho

Imagine this whole post in the TikTok text to speech voice.

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Hey do you have any book recommendations?

Yes! I really love my villains, so most of the recommendations are books where the villain is the main character. Here goes:

H.I.V.E. by Mark Walden - A YA series about some prodigious kids that get taken to a school for villains.

Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson - A classic novella about a man who attempts to separate his evil nature from his good nature, but ends up becoming two people.

The Evil Queen by Gena Showalter - A retelling of Snow White from the perspective of the villain. I actually haven't finished this one, but it's pretty good so far!

Starter Villain by Jon Scalzi - A man unexpectedly gets thrust into unknown territory when he agrees to take over his uncle's business.

Assistant to the Villain by Hannah Nicole Maehrer - A lady applies to become the assistant to a villain and ends up falling for him. A book I haven't read, but is currently on my reading list.

Renegades by Marissa Meyer - Told from the perspective of the hero and the villain, but the villain is the protagonist. Classic heroes vs villains and slow burn love tropes.

Hope this helps!

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I originally meant this to mean that Hero was "done being a hero and is becoming a villain", but it can go however y'all like

Villain slumped against their bean bag, dropping their gaming controller onto their lap and reaching for their soda. A long slurp of the drink and readjustment of the mic, and another match has begun. Villain leaned forward as they earned kill after kill, shouting to their team for some sense of coordination. Some people just didn't know how to play, did they?

Villain practically carried their team, but was eliminated by the end. They left the match, having enough of ranked games, and settled for a more relaxed mode.

Suddenly, the door slammed inward, hitting the wall hard enough to leave a dent. Villain sat up, sliding their headset off and saw Hero standing in the doorway, head down, with a shadow over their eyes. Their body was tense, their expression grim, and their fists balled at their sides.

Villain's eyes widened. "H-hero? What are you doing here?"

Hero raised their head just enough to peer up at Villain from the top of their glowing eyes. Their demeanor didn't change apart from a scowl. Villain swallowed.

Nobody said anything for a few seconds.

Then Hero broke the oppressive silence with a low growl. "Don't call me that."

"I'm done being a hero."

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"I know 200 ways to kill a man."

"Good thing I'm not a man, then."

"I also know 500 different ways to cook a potato."

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Caught In 4K - Part 6

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Hero's big eyes blinked up at Villain as they rubbed their head, whincing. At Hero's question, they scoffed. "Oh, y'know, just taking a nap," Villain replied, gesturing wildly with their hands.

Hero examined the space Villain had crawled beneath. "Under the seat? That's not very comfortable." They gave Villain a small smile, raising a brow.

Villain scoffed again. "You can't possibly be this naive." They rolled from under the row of seats and glanced up at the only other person in their train car, an older man who was scrolling through his phone, half asleep. Good. They probably didn't notice Villain.

Villain strained themselves upward to a standing position even as all their joints screamed, and they leaned backward to crack their back, planting their hands on their hips. Hero just watched them as they stretched their arms over their head, all the bones popping. Then Villain started with their neck and Hero flinched away in disgust.

"Okay, then what are you doing here?" Hero asked as Villain finished, taking the seat across from Hero and spreading their legs out. Villain didn't answer right away, opting to scratch the plague off their teeth. "Wait—" Hero's face shifted in contemplation before they pointed an accusing finger at Villain. "Were you following me?"

Villain inspected their finger and rubbed it. Their eyes flicked over to Hero as they raised a brow. "No. Why would I do that?"

Hero frowned, but didn't say anything. The train began to slow down and Hero stood up without offering Villain so much as a glance.

Villain made a move to get up and realized they hadn't figured out a plan this far. The doors rumbled open, and Hero stepped out, peeking backward to see Villain rushing out of their seat.

"Ah ha!" Hero exclaimed once they were both on the platform. "So you were following me."

"Woah." Sarcasm layered Villains tone. They rolled their eyes and held their palms up. "Amazing deduction, Sherlock. Really, what did you think I was doing?"

Hero hummed, turned, and walked away with bothering to give a response. Villain slouched over, gaping, before hurrying after Hero.

"So, why were you following me?" Hero asked as soon as Villain stood beside them. Villain side-eyed Hero, who was looking directly at them.

Villain turned their head away. "I was told... to keep an eye on you... after what happened." They met Hero's eyes. "To... make sure nothing... uncalled for happened."

It was Hero's turn to look away. They rubbed at their eyes and sniffed, but wouldn't let Villain see. Villain's forehead creased. Was Hero crying?

The duo climbed up the steps and emerged into the dark city, lit up by streetlights. They walked in silence for a while, Villain not daring to be the first to speak.

Then Hero's broken voice came. "I— I'm being executed."

Nothing could have prepared Villain for that. Their eyes went wide and they clutched their chest, breaths coming ragged. They felt like they were having a heart attack. Hero gave them an irritated look.

"Stop being so dramatic."

"Sorry," Villain said, dropping the act. "When is it happening?"

More tears, but Hero forced it out. "Tomorrow... is my last day. At 5 pm they'll..."

Hero broke down, unable to finish their sentence. Villain offered them a comforting pat on the back.

"Hey, Hero, it's okay. We'll figure it out, okay? Let's just get home and we'll come up with a plan."

"How?" Hero wailed. "It's not like—"

"We will, trust me." Villain patted their shoulder. "Hey, look at me."

Villain turned Hero toward them by their shoulders, and they stopped walking. Villain stared into Hero's eyes. "Listen," Villain continued, "You will not die. Under no circumstances will I let you, especially not for this ridiculous reason. This system the Hero Organization has is messed up and we're gonna fight against it, okay?"

Hero nodded, not trusting their voice, and wiped the tears off their cheeks. "Good," Villain finished, leading them down the path. "Now, let's get home. We'll settle down and then we'll make a plan."

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Cool how this can be used as a little worldbuilding history, or to explain some crazy weird thing in the fantasy world. Just a thought.

A dyslexic young mage reads a spell wrong with such boldness and such confidence, not only does a much more dangerous spell result instead, but it erupts with a power the kingdom has never seen before.

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reblog and put in the tags the real reason you joined tumblr no matter how horrible or embarrassing it is