#here i am helloooo

[flimsy-spine]

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[raineandsky]

Hello, I was wondering if you could please write something where Villain thinks they are under a love potion slipped by hero’s allies. After every moment they see hero they feel they are in love with them. But when they confront the teammate they find, to their surprise that they gave them a ‘speak your heart’ potion to get them to confess their crimes and never expected them to have feelings for their friend. Coming to the shock and realization that they had indeed fallen for hero but had been ignoring it/suppressing it. Now they are at the point where they can deny it no longer. Thank you for your consideration and for reading this! I hope you have an absolutely lovely day! 💕

this was.... such a cute idea??? i liked writing this one, i hope you enjoy reading!! thank you as always for the request!!

Heroes are liars. The villain knows this well. They’ll lie, cheat and bribe their way into anything that might mean another villain in jail, another victory under their belt.

There are telltale signs of lying, of course. Looking away, shifting about, smiling awkwardly. The villain has learnt all of these, because they know that heroes are liars, but also tend to be bad liars.

This hero, from the villain’s deduction, is either an incredibly good liar or telling the truth. God, the villain wants it to be the former.

“Love potion turns blue,” this hero is saying. “When I poured the heart-speaker in your drink it went orange.”

The hero’s looking right at them, stock still, face blank except for what seems a little like horror. Liar, surely. He’s just a damn good one. “Bullshit. You’re— You’re fucking with my head.”

“I’m not doing anything!” the hero cries. “I’ve been following you around with a recorder because I was hoping you’d admit to your crimes! I wasn’t expecting any of this.”

The villain turns away from them—a mistake most villains know not to make, not that the villain particularly cares right now—and heaves a deep sigh. It makes sense, doesn’t it? Does it?

The villain is no stranger to love potions and their effects. How they noticeably warp their victim’s perception of reality, of who they can trust. The villain, subject to one such potion for one of the supervillain’s strange experiments, noticed that everything felt different, that their feelings on certain people had inexplicably changed. The effects also wore off after a day.

The villain’s been feeling like this for a week. Loose, almost detached, like honesty is the best policy even though their colleagues would scream for them to stop talking.

They’ve seen their hero more than once this past week. Carefully stamped-down, begrudging respect has blown up into desperate infatuation. Their hero says some well-practised lines about taking them down, the villain stutters out some of their own about never being caught, and then they fight, the physicality of it entirely overwhelming sometimes.

That’s more than a simple love potion has ever done to the villain.

Their hero is— how long has the villain been calling them that? That hero isn’t the villain’s anything except their nemesis. They need to get out of their own head before the heart-speaker drowns them in their own emotions.

“How… how long does it last?” the villain asks faintly.

“Well,” the hero says, “at least a week.”

“Oh my god. You don’t even know.” The villain scoffs in offence. “Jesus, I— I can’t see [Hero] again like this.”

“You’re freaking out, [Villain],” the hero butts in carefully. “You’re recognising your own feelings for the first time. It’s a lot. I get it.”

The hero doesn’t get it. The villain feels like the world’s about to end. “What the hell am I meant to do?”

“You could tell them.”

“Are you insane? No!” The villain wrings their hands, pacing thoughtlessly. “No, this isn’t right. The heart-speaker will wear off and everything will go back to normal. It’s fine.”

“I mean…” The hero glances down at the little audio recorder in their hand. It looks ancient, as most hardware does that comes from the agency. “I still have a ton of free space on this thing.”

“I’m not saying it out loud and I’m certainly not letting you record it.”

The hero shrugs, the lightest smirk weaving its way onto their stupid face. “I didn’t think you would. I do have some heart-speaker left. Enough for… someone else.”

On any normal day, the villain wouldn’t care too much about knowing what their hero thinks of them. But this day isn’t normal, and with this goddamn potion working its magic on them, the villain is painfully, embarrassingly desperate to know every little detail of their hero’s thoughts.

The villain squints at the hero to make it clear they’re not agreeing to this immediately, although their body language probably suggests otherwise. “Okay, well, it’s not your worst idea.”

The hero nods sagely. “I think I know which idea of mine you think is the worst. I’ll make sure this one isn’t to your detriment, though—it’ll be fun working with you, partner.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why, saving it for someone else?”

The villain wants to snap back at them for the tease as the hero laughs, but they can’t deny what the heart-speaker is forcing them to admit.

Yes.

[mblematic]

[banging on netflix's door so loud] LET ME RE-ADAPT THE UGLIES SERIES WE CAN TRY AGAIN WE CAN MAKE IT BETTER WE'LL GET IT RIGHT THIS TIME I CAN DO IT LET ME AT IT

[yuukimiyas]

g’morn sweet peas! (∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩) & a v happy sunday funday to you!! i’ve arrived at wrk safe & sound & im ready to have a great day!! - ̗̀(⌯'ᵕ'⌯) ̖́- i hope your sunday funday treats you so v well & so kindly!! <33

[qoldenskies]

I wanna hear EVERYTHING

GUYS PLEASE YOURE ENABLING ME

[redgearsmovin]

[the-moon-pal]

Dont tell my mutuals its 4 am - i am but passing by..

[grimowled]

;ooc

[outlcws]

my intros for my clowns will be divided into present-day / fun facts & a background portion. if you’re not interested in reading the background, you can skip it! trigger warnings will be listed before the background portion.

❀ *◦ lisa manoban. genderfluid. she/they/any. homosexual homoromantic. ⇝ hey, isn’t that bandit vaddhana? i think that the thirty year old from new orleans, louisiana works as burlesque dancer at sweet cheeks cabaret & burlesque lounge, but outside of that people describe them as black cherry lipstick, leaving the landline hanging by the cord, voluminous updo 80s hairstyle, lucky fuzzy dice hanging from a rearview mirror, slot machines pinging and lighting up when you hit the jackpot, hair rollers, pink acrylics, fingertips stained with glitter, heart chokers. i hear they are vainglorious & obsessive, but they are also known to be gregarious & staunch. consider giving them a visit at their home in the marionette and get to know why they’re called the casquette girl.

PIN BOARD. / STATS.

GENDERFLUID, anything goes

PRESENT-DAY:

pink explosion in the wardrobe, and if she's not sporting pink or something glittery, she's into otherwise bright colors

her signature haircut is a black bob with platinum blonde hair on the underside layer, but in her burlesque persona, she wears a long, sandy blonde wig that's blow-dried meticulously into a loud 80s updo

big time dolly parton fan. how many times has she been to dollyworld? tbh who keeps track anymore. anyone who's been friends with her for a tenable amount of time has probably been dragged along for the ride

lots of confidence, for miles. very "i love you but i love me more" personality type. will gloat about her work in burlesque and her big boob job freely. there is nothing shameful about herself or anything worth hiding, at least on the outside

on the inside... well, that's a different story. she's been stuck in a cycle of manic and mixed episodes with major crash outs for the past ten or twelve years and she's determined to refuse therapy until she dies because being zombified on lithium was so boring. she's got a gambling and shopping addiction that's grown to be detrimental to her own survival

her roommate is bernadette lim, and while we're at her list of transgressions, bandit is the signed leaser to the apartment and hasn't paid her bills to the point of eviction notices, because all the money went to gambling. but nobody knows that. yet

drives a 1959 pink cadillac and she would fall to her knees in the rabbit hole parking lot if someone ever keyed her precious baby

her alter ego at the lounge goes by zelie lace

BACKGROUND!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: psychosis, mental illness, addiction, implied homophobia

you were the family gem: the first-generation american in your family to dig worms out of the soil in new orleans. as your parents only child, they set you up for the greatest failure that a parent can: expectations

you were pushed into the gifted classes, you excelled at reading and mathematics, you even won third place at the local science fair as a middle schooler with braces. kids in your class didn't pronounce your name right, and the judges didn't either, but to be frank, you didn't give a flying fuck because you were you and you loved to win

other than parents with a high opinion of their child and a little light ribbing from classmates, your childhood was relatively normal, there was really nothing to speak of. so what went wrong? well, if she had answers to that, she'd have enough money to solve all her problems

graduating at the top of your class, you were inducted into a university in the great city of NOLA with a full ride and a concentration in pre-law. you had plans to be this kick-ass lawyer and take names, too bad you couldn't handle the pressure

funny you should mention it, because the gifted kid burnout led to some interesting choices in bandit's college years. sneaking out, paying adults to buy you alcohol, hooking up with classmates, she made it all the way to the last semester when she blew it at twenty-two. her very first manic episode

she couldn't tell you the day it happened, or anything that came next until the episode spiraled out to an end. fourteen months later, the lights flickered in the restaurant she was dining at and she got up and walked home on autopilot, to a husband she didn't remember marrying who had moved her away from the city, isolated her from her family, and she'd vacated university without properly dropping out, accruing an unpleasant amount of debt for a semester she didn't finished

mortified and hopeless, she called for her parents to collect her. they wouldn't, after the sheer amount of letters and phone calls about debts unpaid, disgraced by their daughter fleeing university with no honor at all. it devastated her

a few months down the line, trapped in a shiny new apartment she hated with her shiny new husband who took advantage of how out of control she was, she ran out onto a highway and was nearly struck by a car as she suffered from paranoid delusions that he was out to kill her

with the help of a friend after the incident, she was able to pack her things and leave new orleans to come back with them to anchorage, where she started fresh and had a liaison serve the divorce papers

the stress of moving sent her spiraling into another manic episode, in the midst of which, she walked into joker's casino and lured by the slots, she became obsessed with the off-chance of winning and blew the last money in her account on it

living with a man she had no recollection of marrying had its perks: her credit score was good enough to land an apartment in the marionette all to herself, but once her off-days from work at the sweet cheeks lounge became consumed by sitting in front of the machines at casinos in recent months, she's fallen behind on paying the rent. way behind

it was after the trauma that her first episode caused and some fooling around that she came to terms with her sexuality, and she's never had a problem owning who she is in any sense of the word, although she does wonder if it means she's lost all chance of winning her parents back over as she does miss them dearly

[woolydemon]

i am so apathetic to popular male transformers characters, but i have a simple trick to make me care abt them: i turn them into robot women then i suddenly start seeing their appeal

[baileyboo2016]

you MIGHT like ravio,

just a tad bit :3

Uh….maybe? it’s nothing though don’t worry! I totally don’t think about him every day! *sweats nervously*

[rechiigu]

I have made a discovery but will never tell you about it

[yuukimiyas]

hello buddies!! & good afternoon!! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა i hope today treats you so so kindly & have smth special come your way!! lets remember to hydrate & rest when our bodies tell us ( ᎔˘꒳˘᎔) ilyasm & happy weds!!

[remotespontaneouscombustion]

@dnangelic : ❛  oh god. please tell me you haven’t just heard me talk to myself.  ❜

Honestly he probably wouldn't have if what he'd overheard hadn't sounded… very illegal. Not that the laws were really something Maki paid any personal mind to really, but it was a bit unusual to hear what sounded like blatant talking about theft... heard from someone who couldn't be older than him by much.

He was fully intending on going about his business before this point, blending into the background as much as someone can despite a bright yellow jacket. But his curiosity got the better of him as he lingered near the stranger, unable to hide making a baffled face when he realized what he was hearing about. Sort of. Parts of it are not clicking. But what a jumpy reaction too.

It's rude to eavesdrop, his mind echoes back to him.

"I'm...sorry, I think I heard more than you intended on sharing. Though it's not any concern of mine if it helps."

If he was going to commit a theft that was up to the police to handle. Not any of Maki's business. Might be a little fun to watch, though.

[unkindrewind]

> I cant wait for charlie to single handedly bring back the slutty ( affectionate, never derogatory) looks of the late 70s with the cropped shirts and length deficient athletic shorts. Yes this is technically a normal look of the time, no he isn’t being innovative —

[conartisthaiji]

yeah for the most part im done looking into new ggs