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Heyy Cat! I hope you're doing well!! I just had a question....

I really want to start a writing account!! I had been thinking of creating one for some time and I today I sat and wrote my first draft. I can post it..sure..add tags... But

I have 0 followers rught now. In my head there is atleast a 10-15 chapter (2000 word each approx.) story starting two characters that are starting their masters degrees, one in Art History (they're an artist) and the other in..well either astronomy or astrophysics idk yet) and over the course of 2-3 years they fall in love.

Should I start with this story DIRECTLY, or start with many small ones? Like taking prompts and writing a 700-1000 word short fics to gain a following

Please give some advice!

I am going to be brutally honest and direct with you. I think your approach to this is wrong. If you start a writing account to gain a following, then you don’t like writing, you like the numbers and the comments.

If you like writing and if you like your stories, then your followers and the likes and the reblogs shouldn’t concern you. Your writing should be your concern. When you are too focused on the numbers, writing turns into this ugly chore that you don’t even like and you get stuck.

Furthermore, I get that you are trying to gain followers first before you post your story, but having a bunch of followers doesn’t guarantee interest in original works. If I started posting my scripts on here, most people wouldn’t necessarily be interested because this is a hero x villain blog, not an original writing blog. But that’s beside my point.

You should post your writing because you feel like you have something to say. Because you like writing. Because you need an outlet. People will support you because you are passionate about what you do. That’s what this is about.

Who cares if you have 0 followers? Or 100? Or 1000? That number says nothing about your talent, passion, value. Absolutely nothing. If you feel like this is something you need to do because you like it, then you need to do it.

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"Aren't you angry?" the villain asked. Their index finger traced a line down the back of the hero's neck, making them shiver. "To have been offered to me like a lamb for slaughter?"

"I wasn't sacrificed," the hero clarified. "We agreed on specific terms. I am simply playing my part in all of this."

The hero stood up, pulled the towel over their shoulders. The villain was a little taller than them, but that didn't intimidate them anymore. It only added to the thrill.

"You could have protested," the villain pointed out. "After all, in the end you were nothing but a good. A good we traded."

The villain reached out and touched the hero's collarbone. Their fingers ghosted over the hero's skin as if the hero was indeed something holy.

The hero guessed to some degree that was the truth now: in exchange for the villain's help and support against a greater evil, they had wanted the hero.

And they had gotten them.

However, the hero wasn't ready to fall to their knees obediently. The villain may have had the impression that they were possessing the hero but possessing and dominating are two different things.

"I hope you know that I encouraged my colleagues to do this," the hero said. They grabbed the villain's wrist, making the towel slide down their shoulders. "I'm not sure what you're expecting from me, but I am not suffering. I am not angry, I am not sad. We considered many possibilites before this."

The villain's eyes drifted to their wrist where the hero's fingers curled around their skin. They smiled softly.

"Of course." The villain let go of the hero's collarbone and instead grabbed the towel, put it back around the hero's shoulders. "Still. It's a little sad that they let you go that easily. You out of all people."

It did sting partially, even though the hero had suggested this solution. No one had made efforts to find a different fate for the hero. There had just been mild relief that the villain was dealt with.

But the hero knew this had been the best, no, the only option.

Their heart was about to jump out of their chest.

"You're putting me on a pedestal," the hero said.

"Is that so?" The villain's fingers brushed the hero's lips, then their chin. Their eyes were fixed on the hero's face. "Is it even possible to glorify someone as perfect as you?"

The hero looked away. They were used to the cheering, but words of flattery from an opponent? Not so much.

The villain pushed the hero's chin back until the hero looked at them.

"What does it feel like?" the villain whispered. They took a step forward, closing the gap between the two of them. "What does it feel like to be left behind? You know that pain is real. You know I would have never done that to you."

"I...I agreed to this."

"Out of conviction? Or obligation?" the villain asked. They were close enough for the hero to feel their warm breath against their wet skin. Another shiver ran down their spine. "We both know you don't like me the way I like you. You didn't agree because you wanted to be mine."

Was that so? Why had the hero agreed this quickly? Obligation? Conviction? Obsession, perhaps?

They hadn't thought about confronting why they had made the decision. They had thought the villain would take them, no questions asked. They had thought the why was irrelevant.

This wasn't about submission. It wasn't about sacrifice. It wasn't even about obligation.

Suddenly, the hero grabbed the villain's shirt and pulled them close enough for them to lean against one another. The villain's eyes were wide open.

"Fine. This is about delight. It's about pleasure. You excite me." The hero's eyes dropped to the villain's mouth. "Is that such a sin?"

The villain smirked.

"The most treacherous sin of them all, I'm afraid."

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currently recovering from pneumonia and your writing has genuinely been getting me through this painstakingly slow recovery, here’s some flowers as thanks 🌺🌷

Oh my god 😳

Pneumonia is horrible, I hope you recover soon!

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I'd throw a mug at villain too except i did it to tell them to get me a beer becausr this fic got me fucked up at school 😭🚬 -🐏

absolutely SMASH that like button to throw dishware at a person of your choosing 🗣️🗣️🗣️

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The hero threw a mug at them — not that it mattered, but it was their favourite mug — which burst into shards as soon as it hit the wall.

Instinctively, the villain raised their hands and tried to duck as soon as a plate followed.

“Please,” the villain tried.

“Get out.” The hero’s voice was breaking and the villain could tell they were close to tears.

“No. Please hear me out.” They stood up behind the kitchen island, walked around it, their hands still raised.

“No. Leave.” The hero took a bowl this time but the villain was quicker without even trying. It was heartbreaking. The villain grabbed the hero’s wrists, pulled them close. The hero fought against it bravely but there was only so much they could do with sprained wrists and a recovering body.

“I’m sorry,” the villain whispered. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“The injuries?” the hero asked. They were crying. Oh God, they were crying. “Or your identity being revealed?”

“I wanted to tell you but you would have left me and…” The villain loosened their grip around the hero’s wrists. And what? The villain was selfish, they knew that now. Selfish for wanting the hero to themselves. The hero was more or less public property as soon as they put the suit on.

And the villain wanted that hero to themselves. But they also wanted the civilian version of the hero. They wanted to fall asleep and wake up in the same bed as them. They wanted to use the same couch, the same shower.

They wanted to eat the same meals with the hero, come home to see the hero, randomly meet the hero on the street.

They wanted all of this again, now that they had had a taste for it. Nine months. They’d been together for nine months now and the villain wanted more.

“I was honest with you from the very beginning,” the hero said with a shaking voice. “But you used me, you…”

“No, I wanted you, I still want you. It wasn’t for information or pleasure or entertainment.”

“…and when you got sloppy and I found out…” The hero took in a trembling breath and looked away.

“No.” The villain touched the hero’s jawline and brought their gaze back to theirs. “Please, I love you. I never wanted you to get hurt. I tried to avoid fighting you. I tried to be normal. I wanted a normal life with you.”

“Please, leave,” the hero whispered.

“I can’t leave you alone. Not when you’re injured.” They softly rubbed their thumb over the nasty blue and purple spot on the hero’s wrist and the hero hissed.

“You did this, don’t you remember?” the hero asked.

“I didn’t hit you,” the villain answered. The villain was stronger than the hero, both of them knew that by now. Which probably frustrated the hero even more, considering that the villain had held back immensely and that nearly all of the hero’s injuries were made due to mistakes on their part.

Punching into walls, tripping over their own feet, falling. That fight had been more than messy. It had been emotional, blinding the hero with rage.

They’d made so many mistakes during the fight, it had shattered the villain’s heart like the dishware.

“Please,” the villain whispered. “Your injuries are pretty bad. I doubt you can make dinner for yourself.”

The hero stared at them. Puffy eyes. Angry. Sad.

“Let me help you with your injuries. Just for a week. After that, you…” Now it was the villain’s turn to take in a trembling breath. It felt like they were signing their own death warrant. “…after that you decide what happens. I will accept your decision, no matter what.”

Although the villain said that, they felt constant uncomfortable panic rise in their chest throughout the next week.

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Hi ^^ I just wanted to ask if you’re still doing ko-fi requests? I think you were the one who made a post about it, I just can’t find it and I have a terrible memory 😭

If it was you, I really wanted to request a prompt writing which now I have the money to do so 😼 (If you aren’t anymore, that’s okay just thought I might reach out and ask).

If it wasn’t you then sorry about that but I absolutely love eating your writing that you post, very delicious, very scrumptious.

I deleted my account because I actually GOT SCARED

Like a lot a lot because German taxes are bizarre and you can get into a lot of trouble if you don’t do it properly. And since I’ll be moving to another country I just figured it would be best to put that on hold for now! Sorry about that lol

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Okay then I have another question have you listened to

They're Only Human - cover by Lydia the Bard and Luke Holt | Deathnote the Musical

and scene Smash by Neil animator who animated two reactors reacting to her animation of Poseidon🤣

Also may I recommend “Drunk Greek mythology” by Danny Motta

Nah haven’t listened to any of those

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FYI my hero x villain idea with the hero being able to see the dead is inspired by epic the underworld saga. Especially “the underworld” and “no longer you”. Just a tidbit and recommendation to check out epic the musical 😋

baby, we’ve been listening to epic since 2023 in this house 😳

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Hii can u do an mlm in the army. Where the one is a soldier and the other one is a lutienant who is rumored to like men but the other soldiers don't know if it's true or not???

…are you asking me to write call of duty fanfiction?

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i feel like an absoloute pain but as my final exams begin, i get more and more scared of funding for college expenses and more, i know this is all i seem to be post but i got to set my priorities. I know theres worse going on around me but any kind of support would be tremendously appreciated ily all <3

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awkward heroes...starts cto cry get out of the way villain im stealing ur partner 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭my shayla -🐏

GIMME ALL THE AWKWARD HEROES RIGHT NEOWWW

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*in mind* this agency kid is kinda stupid

no bcz why torture out of research purposes!!!you guys are heroes 😭😭😭😭and yk heroes r good like what jf a villain is lowk just a harmless one ong im gonna blow them up -🐏

Well I do suppose cruel institutions that claim to be good exist or have existed throughout history, but I was thinking more about money-hungry people that want to use people with superpowers to become wealthy.

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Are you no longer taking requests?

I still am, there just haven’t been a lot of requests that have caught my eye / that fit the ideas I came up with recently.

But you can always send requests to my inbox if you want to!

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The hero stared.

That wasn’t the scary part — them staring wasn’t new to the villain. However, the hero being quiet for once, a non-joking, non-flirting hero was, indeed, very scary.

With precision and calculation, the hero stared at the villain. They were undeniably focused and the villain was too scared to say anything.

“They will neutralise you eventually,” the hero said. Their voice was uncharacteristically quiet, just like themselves. “They’ll barely give you a chance.”

“I figured.”

“I don’t understand why you would turn yourself in.” The villain looked away.

Wasn’t that obvious? The villain had wanted to make up for their mistakes. The hero was always talking about second chances, about doing good and about improvement.

The hero always told the villain they could be good. The hero with their smiles. The hero with their kindness and their laughs and their jokes.

The hero that was nearly unrecognisable right now.

“You don’t know?” the villain asked.

“I don’t understand why you’d willingly suffer.”

“Aren’t you always the one who’s talking about doing the right thing?” the villain asked. They tilted their head. They’d be arrested in at least an hour. Would they see the hero ever again? Would they be allowed to have visitors?

“Yes, but I…I also told you that the agency isn’t…I told you they aren’t good. It’s still a cooperation. They will hurt you. For research purposes or out of cruelty — it doesn’t matter. They will hurt you.” The hero sounded more determined now, almost frustrated. The villain couldn’t help but feel angry.

They had wanted to do the right thing. They wanted the hero to…they actually didn’t know what they expected from the hero. But it certainly wasn’t this, it wasn’t resistance.

“I couldn’t think of a better solution, could you? They’d never put me in a normal prison,” the villain answered.

“You—” The hero suddenly grabbed the villain’s shirt and pulled them close. “We won’t see each other ever again, do you realise that? No more fighting, no more licking each other’s wounds, no more playing around, don’t you get that? They will rip you apart to study you and your powers.”

“You told me to turn my life around and do the right thing,” the villain reminded them.

“I didn’t tell you to turn yourself in.”

“But I thought that’s what you wanted!?”

“It most certainly isn’t what I want.” They stared at each other, both breathing heavily. The villain didn’t understand. They didn’t understand why the hero was so worked up. The hero let go of them, looked at the ground. “You still have enough time to leave, but…”

Why did the hero look so angry?

Why on earth was the hero close to tears?

“I don’t know if we could see each other after that. You need to disappear completely. You need to hide.”

“What are you…?” The hero grabbed their hands.

“Please, you need to escape. Once you’re in their hands, there’s barely anything I can do.” The hero looked into the villain’s eyes. Urgently. Seriously. “Please.”

The villain dared to whisper the hero’s name but the hero pulled them into a hug before the villain could say more. It didn’t feel like a goodbye. It couldn’t be a goodbye. It was too quick. Too hectic.

“I will find a way to contact you, I promise,” the hero whispered. They pulled away and the villain was ready for everything.

Except for the quick kiss the hero pressed against their lips.

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“Calm down.”

“I am calm,” the hero said. They walked up and down in the villain’s office, their hand shaking. They stared at the villain shortly and looked away quickly again. They were starting to sweat. It was cold in the villain’s office. So very cold.

“You’re not. Calm down, please,” the villain repeated.

“Ah…” The hero turned away from the villain, scratched the back of their neck. They could feel that uncomfortable stinging inside their chest. That horrible feeling that this time, the entire city was doomed.

Millions of people were going to die and the hero couldn’t do anything about it. Usually they could handle pressure.

But this kind of pressure? No demands, no negotiations, only the message of unavoidable destruction caused by the supervillain set for tomorrow.

They barely registered that the villain was getting up from their chair.

“I mean, I guess I could ask for a meeting to negotiate? But I don’t have any way of contacting them. Besides, I doubt they will talk to me. God, everyone at the agency is freaking out and they asked me for solutions. Isn’t that a bit much to put on a single person? I’m gonna throw up.”

“Listen.”

“Evacuating the city isn’t gonna work either. There are millions of people living here. Within a day…it’s impossible and most people certainly don’t have the resources to leave, I mean…”

“Listen to me.” The villain grabbed the hero’s shoulder from behind and turned them around. The hero froze; they hadn’t even realised that the villain was right behind them. The villain’s voice was soft. They touched the hero’s throat with their fingertips, almost as if to silence them. “There we go.”

The hero looked away. Digging their own grave seemed appropriate now. On top of that, everyone else’s apparently.

“I have some contacts, so we can arrange a meeting. I can also figure out where they are and what they have planned. After that, we will find solutions.” Their hands went around the hero’s forearms: two hands holding them in place. “Sounds like a plan?”

“Won’t that take too long?” The villain smirked.

“Are you doubting my abilities? Right now when I am trying to help you? That’s a bit brave, no?”

“Nonono,” the hero said quickly. They took in a shaky breath. They looked around the office. Time was running through their fingers like sand and they were right here with their enemy, begging for help. Wasn’t this a waste of time? Maybe the villain was toying with them for their own amusement. But truly, the hero had no other options.

“Relax,” the villain said.

“I am relaxed.”

“Your fingers are digging into my arms.” The hero looked down and the villain was right; the hero had unconsciously clawed into the villain’s flesh. The hero let go immediately, but the villain didn’t.

“I’m sorry, I…” The villain let their fingers go down the hero’s forearms until they reached the hero’s hands. They let their fingers intertwine and pulled the hero close, almost as if they were going to dance.

The hero’s eyes widened. The villain was bowing down to whisper into the hero’s ear.

“Do you trust me?” the villain asked.

“I…” The hero’s heart dropped. Their face flushed. “You did betray me once.”

“Yeah, I had a bad day.” When they spoke, their lips touched the hero’s jawline. The hero took in a trembling breath. They could smell the villain, they could feel their warmth. It was comforting. They swallowed. “But in general, do you trust me?”

The villain leaned back a little and looked at the hero. They let go of one of the hero’s hands and placed it on the hero’s lower back. Now it really looked like they were going to dance.

“I do,” the hero whispered. The villain leaned in again.

“Perfect,” they purred. “How’s that anxiety?”

“Better,” the hero said and surprisingly, that was the truth. The villain’s lips were back near the hero’s skin.

The hero moved their head so the villain had better access to their neck and as if the villain knew exactly what the hero offered, they closed the distance between the hero’s neck and their lips, smirking.

It was a wet kiss, nothing more.

The villain pulled away. The hero watched.

“Alright, let’s get to work, then,” the villain said. They let go of the hero and turned towards their desk. The hero could still feel the villain’s saliva on their neck. They could feel their heartbeat behind their cheeks. It was almost too embarrassing to think about.

What had gotten into them? The entire city was panicking and the hero was busy with letting the villain slaver all over them.

They clenched their fists.

“Is there anything you want in return?” the hero asked. The villain turned around again and leaned against the desk. They eyed the hero, crossed their arms in front of their chest and tilted their head.

“Is there anything I want…?” Their gaze found the hero’s eyes. “Surely you know that I am doing all of this for you and no one else.”

The hero’s eyes widened.

They hadn’t known that.

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oh my days can we kill hero's agency @ everyone -🐏 (me I'm back...methinks :P)

I HOLD THEM IN PLACE AND YOU GUYS START PUNCHING

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hi there! just a lil question. ever thought about writing a full book? or a full story? because if you did, i’d read it immediately :) just curious. love your writing sm! ♥️

Teehee, thank you! That's very sweet of you to say.

I actually got recently accepted into film school for the writing and directorial program.

So, hopefully I will see you guys at the movies very soon haha