#Im so grateful for this prompt
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heartorbit · 1 year ago
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i would advise against sneaking a bunch of silly billies into your castle
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the-broken-pen · 7 days ago
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Hey can you do one about a villain with teleporting powers
The hero woke up gasping, scrambling upright in bed as the back of their neck tingled in warning. Their eyes darted around the room, blurry, before settling on the far wall.
The villain watched them, idle and unimpressed.
The hero’s lungs, traitorously, forgot how to breathe. They wheezed slightly, one hand clenching onto the blanket, the other sliding underneath the pillow for their knife, where–
The villain hummed, and the hero’s attention snapped back to them at the same time they managed to draw in a painful, terror-addled breath. The villain’s gaze was unnerving as they flipped a knife over their knuckles.
The hero’s knife.
“You,” the hero managed, but they couldn’t think of anything to say, and they were so tired and their pulse was jackrabbiting in their ears.
The villain seemed to know this.
“I warned you,” they said. They didn’t even sound mean about it. Just a gentle reminder–hey, don’t forget to check the mail, hey, it’s your mom’s birthday, hey, can you feed the dog?
‘If you keep interfering, I will hunt you to the ends of the Earth and make you stop. There is nowhere I will not find you. Do you hear me? You cannot run from me, so don’t make me chase you.’
The hero swallowed.
“I didn’t think you would actually do it.��
The villain nodded like they had expected this. “You’ve learned from your mistakes, though, yeah?”
The hero knew the right answer. They knew that the proper response would be to slide off the bed onto their knees, to swear in every language they knew that they wouldn’t do it again. That the villain would be the only one allowed to splash blood onto the streets of their city, and the hero would choke on the pain of doing nothing and stay silent in it.
“You knew I wasn’t going to listen to you,” the hero said, and it was accusatory. The villain shifted slightly. “You had to have known I wouldn’t stop just because you threatened me.”
The villain shrugged one shoulder. 
“Of course I did. If you were the type of person who would have stopped, I would have killed you instead of giving you a warning.”
The hero’s grip tightened on the blanket. “That doesn’t make sense. If I was going to stop then why kill me–”
“I don’t believe in weakness,” the villain interrupted. Their gaze was searching and heavy on the hero’s face, knife still spinning over their knuckles. “Which is why you’re alive, because you have never been weak.”
The hero’s jaw tensed.
“You wanted this.”
The hint of a smile pulled at the villain’s mouth.
“Of course I did. You think I didn’t know you would try and run? You think I didn’t know exactly how you would react the moment I threatened anyone in that cursed city?”
“So you weren’t actually going to kill anyone?”
“Oh, no,” the villain corrected. “Of course I was going to. They don’t matter to me.”
The hero’s stomach turned. 
“Those are people–”
“They’re a drop in an ocean of humanity. You know better than to think I would care about something so trivial,” the villain said.
“They’re not trivial–”
The villain sighed, harsh in the darkness of the room.
“I bore of this. Get dressed. We’re leaving.”
The hero jolted back.
“I’m not going anywhere with you.”
The villain sighed again, as if they were dealing with an unruly child and getting a headache for their efforts. It sent the hero bristling like an angry cat.
“There’s nowhere you can go that I can’t find you. You know that, right? There is no end of the line for this. You can drive until you run out of gasoline, until your feet bleed, and you drain your accounts of money. And I will follow, and I will leave every person who helped you nothing more than a stain on the ground, until you decide the trail of bodies isn’t worth avoiding me. Is that really something you want?”
The hero set their jaw, rising to their feet. 
“You won’t find me,” they swore. And the villain–
The villain laughed.
“I know your face. Of course I can find you.”
The hero was missing something, and the lack of knowledge felt like a sword over their head. 
“I don’t–”
“There’s no way you would have known,” the villain said gently, like they knew how much it bothered the hero that they were missing something that was apparently vital. 
They probably did know.
The hero glared.
The villain looked on the verge of another laugh.
“Once I’ve seen a face, I can find a person anywhere in the world. No matter how far. That’s all I need. You could go to the other side of the planet, and I could teleport to you without a second thought.”
The hero gaped.
“Any face?”
The villain paused. “Yes.”
The hero’s throat went abruptly dry.
Any face–
“You could do so much good,” the hero said, and their voice broke slightly. “Do you know how many people you could save? Natural disasters and missing persons cases and–”
“You misunderstand me.”
“You could–”
“I don’t want to do good.”
The hero stopped.
“You don’t want to do good,” they said flatly.
“I am not a good person,” the villain said. “I don’t want to do good. I want power, and I want to do as I please, and I want you.”
The hero was going to be sick on the wooden flooring. They were barefoot, and weaponless, and that fear still ran up their spine.
“I am a person. You cannot have a person.”
“You are a glorious, powerful being,” the villain countered.
“That doesn’t make me less of a person.”
“No,” the villain agreed. “But it does make you something other than trivial. How could I do anything other than want to have that?”
The hero backed up a step.
“You can’t have me.”
The villain matched them, silent even as they stepped forward.
“You plan to run?”
They sounded amused.
The hero supposed that was better than anger.
“Stay over there,” the hero said shakily. The villain obliged, settling their hands into their pockets. Like this was a means to an end. They had flipped to the back of the book and read the ending, and were watching the hero catch up to the scenes they had already seen played out. The villain’s eyes burned into them.
And abruptly, skin going cold, the hero realized there truly wasn’t a way out of this for them.
The villain would never let them be. They could run, like the villain said, and the villain could kill every person who so much as looked their way. They could hide, and stumble through cities and down alleys and the villain would always be around the corner. 
They had little doubt that every other person in this shitty motel was already dead. 
The villain grinned like they could read every thought as it crossed the hero’s face.
“Where will you go,” the villain said. They stepped forward until they were close enough to touch. 
It wasn’t really the sort of question that wanted an answer.
“Everyone else in this building is dead, aren’t they?”
The villain cocked their head, as if to say, Come now, you know the answer to that.
The hero didn’t think they would ever be able to draw a full breath again.
“Where,” the villain said, soft like a secret. “Will you go, little hero?”
It felt like dying. It felt like reaching out to help someone a second too late. A second too slow to catch the building as it fell. The wrong side of a fire before it blew up.
“With you,” they whispered, and the villain smiled wider.
“What was that?”
“You heard me,” the hero snapped, and thrust their hand out. The villain took it without hesitation.
They tugged the hero into them, leaning to slot their mouth next to the hero’s ear. The hair on the back of the hero’s neck stood up.
“You could do so much bad,” the villain whispered, and the hero ground their teeth hard enough to hurt.
Anger flared bright enough to drain every ounce of fear from their body. Because this was the worst case scenario, wasn’t it? What could be lost.
“Every step you make, every blow you deal and fire you start, I’ll be there. And I'll stop you. Again, and again, and again. You want me?” The hero bared their teeth. “Then have me.”
The villain tugged them closer, and laughed.
“I look forward to it,” the villain replied, and then darkness swallowed the both of them whole.
A week later, a team of agents entered the motel to find it coated in blood and the smell of death.
A month later, everyone knew there was a fight of immovable power and unstoppable force shattering its way across the world. 
A year later, the victor panted through a bloody grin, bruised and crackling with vicious unleashed power, and laughed. Because truly, the ending had been on the horizon since the moment the two of them had first met.
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restinpeacesensei · 1 year ago
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(hello!!! please be polite and respectful; im very sensitive and i am not comfortable with comments like 'hot/sexy' or anything objectifying 😭😭 but something like 'he's pretty' etc is welcome! thank you so much!! 🥺💖💖)
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ratinayellowbandana · 1 year ago
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Imodna prompts:
1. Bells Hells are hanging out on a night off, maybe at the casino in Yios, and Imogen keeps distracting Laudna by whispering sweet nothings into her head.
2. Laudna surprises Imogen with a ring since Imogen already got her one and she wants them both to have one.
hi!! thank you very much for sending this in. you were the first one and I honestly wasn't expecting any, so I'm very grateful. I picked the first prompt and had a lot of fun. tbh i was gonna keep these prompts short and sweet and this one uh. got a little longer than i planned. hope you like it!
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some prompt lists if you're so inclined || my ao3
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Imogen reclines on a plush green stool at the edge of the room. The casino is busy tonight. The locals are here, certainly, buttons loosened after a long day’s work, sipping pints and grumbling about shifts over their card game. The skyship docks are full of out-of-towners just like themselves. They’ve unwittingly found themselves among Yios’s elite patrons, though it seems the most important have been herded off being a curtain. Even owning a skyship isn’t enough to warrant high status, apparently. She scoffs, the farm girl in her thinking fleetingly of sleeping in the hayloft and growing her own food. It’s strange how things have changed. 
Some things are still the same. The best things, she thinks, a small knot twisting in her stomach.
Laudna is glowing. With Pâté on her shoulder, she flits from table to table with a broad smile, leaning over patrons to get a better look at each game. Some startle when the neck that extends just a bit too far enters their periphery, but Laudna just grins, even as their eyes go wide when Pâté cocks his little head and his beak falls open. Imogen just chuckles from her position across the room. 
Imogen is perfectly content to watch. Ashton and F.C.G. have found their way to a table playing some sort of card game. The dealer huffs as F.C.G. indecisively flips his Changebringer coin for the third time this turn. Imogen catches a surface thought–something about this being the slowest round he’s ever played, wishing they’d move faster. More mistakes that way, better advantage.  
Orym corrals Fearne away from a group of very drunk half-elves, but already, Imogen can spot a new trinket or two hanging from the faun’s belts that she could swear weren’t there before. A…pocketwatch? and something else shiny Imogen can’t make out from here. She assumes there’s a fair bit more hidden in Fearne’s fur. 
…Imogen? Familiar whispers tap at Imogen’s mind, and she looks back. Laudna peers at her quizzically. It seems she’s linked up with Chetney at a game of dice. Pâté rolls for her. A pretty, exhilarated blush colors her pale cheeks a mottled purple. Are you alright?
Imogen’s lips split into an easy grin. Right as rain. Havin’ fun?
She receives a hum in response. It’s wonderful here, isn’t it?
You’re wonderful, Imogen replies. 
Laudna ducks her head shyly, glances down at Pâté, who’s lifting a dice with both tiny hands. She clucks her tongue at him, and he lets it roll. Chetney whoops and claps her on the back, nearly sending her toppling onto the table. She rights herself and looks back at Imogen with a shrug that almost dislocates a shoulder. 
I haven’t the faintest clue how to play this game. 
Seems like you’re doin’ just fine. 
“Another round!” someone shouts, and Imogen winces. It does not go unnoticed. 
Imogen?
Just surprised me, is all. She waves it off. You playin’ again?
Seems like it. Chetney has already put in for both of them out of Laudna’s winnings from the last game. Pâté seems to be enjoying himself. It’s good for him to let loose every now and then, hm?
For you, too. Imogen adds. Relaxed looks good on you.  
Spindly fingers begin to run through Laudna’s dark hair, where it’s fallen loose from her bun. She looks away again, occupying herself with whatever Chetney is muttering about strategy. It’s a game of luck. Imogen isn’t quite sure how much strategy could possibly be involved, but Laudna seems intently focused. She leans in, back hunching to reveal the vertebrae through her blouse. She continues tugging at her hair. 
Imogen silently sends a mage hand to pull it behind her ear and settle Launda’s twitching hands. Laudna turns with narrowed eyes.
Was that you, darling?
No, Imogen lies. 
Laudna rolls her eyes as Chetney demands her concentration. He’s gesturing, now, in a manner that can only suggest some centuries-old strategy for lucky rolling. Pâté does not seem to get it.  
It’s charming, watching Laudna warm under the heat of Imogen’s affections. The way color pools beneath her skin, and she can’t quite make eye contact. She isn’t used to this sort of attention, Imogen knows, even after their years spent together, and that’s just fine. It simply means Imogen will continue until each moment no longer holds the weight of self-hatred, however long it takes. It’s certainly not a burden, not when Imogen also gets to bask in the warmth that settles low in her chest when Laudna bites her lip and quietly, quietly asks if Imogen really thinks so?
She always does. 
Laudna has removed the rock chisel from her hair and nimbly twists it between her fingers. 
Takin’ ‘lettin’ your hair down’ literally, are we? Looks real pretty. 
It tumbles down Laudna’s back in a wave that Imogen itches to comb through. An image of the two of them, Laudna sat between Imogen’s legs, flashes through her mind. Countless nights of brushing and braiding by candlelight. 
Are you bored, Imogen? It’s asked good-naturedly, a bit flustered, with the subtlest hint of a tease. She’s deflecting. 
Could never be bored ‘round you. 
Imogen, Laudna admonishes, but it’s half-hearted. You’re distracting me.
Me? No. Besides, Pâté’s the one playin’. 
It’s true. Chetney has given up explaining whatever it was to Laudna and has focused his attention on Pâté, who is somehow managing to appear confused despite a distinct lack of facial features. 
I meant it, though, Imogen continues, determined, y’look real lovely. 
Laudna doesn’t respond but adjusts her posture to stand a bit straighter. She snatches the die from where they’ve fallen after Chetney’s attempt that left him swearing under his breath. Imogen’s mage hand flicks him behind the ear, and he whirls, searching for the culprit. Laudna rolls, making no attempt to mimic his technique. Imogen can hear Chetney’s cursing from her spot, and her suspicions are confirmed when the dwarf running the game passes Laudna a small coin purse. Chetney glares at Laudna’s retreating form as she crosses the room to Imogen.  
Imogen reaches out an arm that Laudna does not take.
“Was that your doing?” Laudna pouts. 
“Was what?” 
“Winning.”
Imogen brings a hand to her chest, aghast. “Darlin’, I would never.” Laudna raises an eyebrow. “I would, maybe, distract Chetney so he stops breathin’ down your neck, though.”
Laudna nods sagely, takes Imogen’s outstretched hand. “My hero.” 
“Anythin’ for you, darlin’.” Imogen brushes a kiss across the back of Laudna’s knuckles and does her best to ignore the fluttering in her chest. Imogen huffs out a laugh, stands. “What’d’ya say we get out of here? Head to bed?”
“Sounds marvelous.” 
Imogen sends a quick message to Orym before they make their exit. She can’t see him, but she receives a harried, Goodnight! in response, which can only mean he’ll be here a while yet before herding the others to a room. 
“Our hero.” Pâté corrects, his rough voice muffled from his hiding place in Laudna’s hair. 
“Yes, alright, our hero,” Laudna amends. 
“There’s enough hero in me for two, I think.”
“There certainly is,” Laudna replies with a knowing smile, “You’re very capable.”
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aha-my-villainous-thoughts · 10 months ago
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ASH! There is no one like you. Your art is so BOLD and creative and genuinely awe-inspiring. I admire all the slutty, slutty things you make Ed and Stede get up to, while also making them look so pretty and colorful. So glad we have you in this fandom. 💕
I seriously don't have words 😭😭😭😭 have some memes instead 😭😭😭💖🧡💚💙💜💖
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Thank you so much marianne!!! 😭💖💜💙💚💛🧡❤️💖😭
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gayemoji · 1 year ago
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for how bad killing eve got the books are infinitely worse.
#youve gotta believe me phoebe walker bridge worked miracles on that source material. jesus christ.#the story is dogshit bc there are no stakes. it is literally just implied cat and mouse between eve and oxana#implied as in the book will just SAY theyre chasing after each other. and TELL you they feel anything.#in reality the characters do not interract do not acknowledge the other and are literally just doing their jobs the whole time#no b plot . just villainelle kills someone > eve investigates while villainelle kills someone else > eve investigates whi#the first book also just immediately dived into ALL of oxanas backstory. so its like. we dont even get to discover WITH eve.#we just get it handed to us through dream and nostalgia and flashback exposition .#and then eve just magically figure out who she is based on sheer fucking divine visions or some shit.#like she gets told the name of a perfume and just INSTANTLY knows thats villainelles callname.#and thats before we even talk about the male gaze writing of lesbian sex scenes. which are certainly male gaze writings of lesbian sex .#but seriously theres no Konstantin plot#no real niko drama other than the stress eves work puts on thei relationship#no caroline. shes just not even a character. her son isnt a character. her son doesnt die.#eves coworker gets murdered and im convinced she didnt even care bc her divine spidey sense immediately prompts her to say some shit like#'its villainelle sending me a message'#girl what#how tf . can i see you do any research . can i witness you do any work .#where its your passion for criminal psychology. where is your OBSESSION . who ARE you#they are truly both just little dolls luke jennings put in a lesbian fantasy world. theyre not anything. tbeyre not interesting .#i hate them actually. theyre so fucking boring it grates on me.#whatt he FUCK did phoebe walker bridge see in this shit man . oh my god.#killing eve#code villainelle
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sleepyskydraws · 1 year ago
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Inktober day 9 - Bounce
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irl-dogboy · 2 years ago
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🎵BUCKY
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boys a liar pt2 awakened something deep within me. *lovecores your winter soldier*
(send me a character + 🎵 and i‘ll draw them using the first song that comes up on shuffle as a prompt)
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izabellwit · 1 year ago
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the new hsr web event has taken over my brain... stellaron hunters.... ough.... i want to write something with them SO badly, if anyone has a fic request/prompt starring this group please send them my way
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weirdlizard26 · 9 months ago
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genuinely you are one of the top 3 kindest people I've ever known and I'm grateful for getting to know you exist everyday 🙏
<- guy who is crying at 9 in the morning
thank you ollie it means a lot to me :') im so glad we're friends and tbh i wouldnt be the person i am today if i havent met you so!!! :) gives u a big ol hug youre epic
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tache-noire · 1 year ago
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i've now written a total of 24,440 words for kinkmeme prompts!!!!!!
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awkwardtickleetoo · 2 years ago
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I'm gonna try to go through my drafts and inbox today (or tomorrow) as much as I can to try to clear some stuff out :)
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matthewkniesys · 2 years ago
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everyone @nicohischierz is so cool and I love her and I just thought i’d let everyone know
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allylikethecat · 1 year ago
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your smut prompts have been SUPERB ally you have nothing to fear!!!
Aww thank you so much!! I have a few more - smut adjacent - prompts sitting in my inbox that I hope to finish soon! Despite how wonderful and kind and supportive and the best ever you guys have all been in response to the ones I have posted, it's still something I'm insecure about and not totally confident in my abilities to write... I feel like we are getting a little more confident in it though, maybe. Regardless thank you SO MUCH for saying that you enjoyed them! It really means a lot to me 🥰
❤️Ally
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ariveth · 2 years ago
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whenever anyone tells me they love Ariveth unprompted, another year is added to my life (and hers), i truly be getting a huge HP boost everytime
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darabeatha · 2 years ago
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I LOVE!!!! C.AMAZOTZ!!!!!
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