#superheroes and supervillains

[theshadowrealmitself]

I thought I made a post about this forever ago but either I forgot to or tumblr ate it, anyways:

Extremely beloved superhero who’s secretly op and is a staple in the community getting hit with some kind of de-aging power and it turns out,,, kid them? not really much of a hero, and willing to use their full powers

[noblewildwoodfiction]

WRITING COMMISSIONS - NSFW + SFW

I am now offering writing commissions! For any commission, please let me know whether you want that to be private (only you get the result), public (everyone gets it and knows who commissioned it), or anonymous (everyone gets it but you the commissioner stay safely anonymous.) For the most part we will be communicating through Tumblr or Discord PMs (based on your preference) for these for ease of use.

*NEW* $10 - ADOPT A FIC:

Browse my giant document of story ideas, pick one, and shoot it to me along with $10, and I will write it for you! This one is $10 because it's stuff I already want to write and have FULL creative control over, you're just paying to make it a priority for me to complete. The document is below, separated into SFW/NSFW subheadings. There's an Outline feature on the right which will help you navigate.

https://write.ellipsus.com/edit/1080302e-3f3c-43cb-b8b2-4ffa4230efc4

$10 - CONCEPT:

You shoot me a dynamic, an idea, or a prompt and get a fairly detailed concept piece which is roughly 500 - 1000 words of me describing casually and informally an interesting take on the proposed scenario. You can use it as a writing prompt or just enjoy it as-is. This can be a romance concept (like, say, superhero x supervillain enemies to lovers), a scene concept (chosen one hero is raised by the monster he is designed to eventually kill), a dynamic (ultra-powerful wild creature and their very stoic handler), etc.

$20 - SHORT FICTION REQUEST:

You give me a prompt, a dynamic, a scene idea, or a scenario, with some info about what you'd enjoy. Then I'll take it from there, with the creative freedom for me to play in the space and create a full-fledged work of fleshed out prose, roughly 1k to 2k words in length. This is NOT the right tier for me to write something about your OCs or to write from a detailed outline.

$30 -SHORT FICTION COMMISSION:

1 - 2k words of short fiction, written to spec. Very similar to the $20 tier, but this is where I can write about your OCs or write from a detailed outline. I can also write fanfic at this tier, but that's extremely dependent on fandom/how much I would need to research to be in character. The extra fee is to cover the additional work to make sure I'm complying with your vision for the piece.

Will/Won't Write and links to some examples of my work below the cut:

WILL WRITE:

-NSFW/smut/erotica

-Violence/gore (to an extent - my writing style doesn't lend itself well to torture porn)

-Any combination of genders and sexualities

-Sex work

-Kink/fetish

-A/B/O

-Furries/anthro/monsters

-Dubcon/noncon

-Age gaps

-Toxic and #problematic relationships. We can get a little nasty with it. We can romanticize the worst people in the world. It'll be fun.

WON'T WRITE:

-Incest (though pseudo-incest can be workable, depending on your concept - shoot me a PM if you're not sure.)

-Bestiality (with real world non-sapient animals, this isn't referring to like. dragons.)

-Underage

-Unsanitary kink (anything to do with scat/piss/being really into stinky feet/unwashed junk, etc. I love and support my gross kinksters, but it's a squick for me.)

ANYTHING NOT ON EITHER OF THESE LISTS/WHICH YOU'RE NOT SURE ABOUT: PM me, we'll discuss. Even if I decide not to take it, it's always fine to ask.

You can find examples of my completed commissions and my work under my completed commissions tag: noblewildwoodfiction@tumblr.com/tagged/completed commissions

Or on my AO3 under NobleWildwood

CURRENT SLOTS:

1: [taken]

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4. [soft hold]

5. OPEN

TURNAROUND TIME FOR NEW SLOT: 4 - 5 WEEKS

[doctorslippery]

Doing this, I would get sued because I would be Professor X. So, I'm using last letter instead…hmmm…

I'm Dark Strike. I'm a 90s-era, big guns and shoulder pads, anti-hero with a dark past, who may one day turn to evil.

[overgrown-estate]

I was working on something with this and then the unthinkable happened for a second time and now I've lost interest. I need both of these characters in Marvel UB sets so Kamala can at least beat Trump in a fictional setting.

[stalkedbytrains]

You’ve been burning documents all night. Shredding leaves something behind, you need to leave only ashes.

You’ve gone through all of your personal finances getting new identities for your henchmen and sending them off to far off remote corners of the world where no one will be looking for them.

Last week you filled your old lair with concrete. Not just sealed up but flooded. There’s no way any living thing could ever get into or out of your lair now. Wall to wall, floor to ceiling, top to bottom. It’s concrete.

Not even your spouse could get in there.

You’ve been breaking into every conceivable government record keeping offices. You’ve grabbed every scrap of paper with anything that could possibly connect you to your other self. It all had to burn.

There’s no telling what your spouse would do if they found out. You only found out by accident.

And now things are rough.

You come to the last thing to really tie you to your other self: your costume.

Your symbol of the life you chose. The life you’ve led for years and years. Before you even met your spouse, in either capacity.

With your costume in your hands it’s like looking into a mirror in some ways.

“Boss,” came a sudden voice, thick and accented.

You weren’t surprised. You felt him coming from blocks away.

“Bob. You’re supposed to be a different hemisphere by now,” you say without looking up.

“I changed my flight,” he said simply. “I wanted to talk to you first. You sure you want to retire? If that is the case then it is fine. Everyone must retire at some time. But if you are doing this because you are… forced into a corner. Then I ask you to reconsider.”

“Bob, Bob, Bob,” you say with a sigh. “This is bigger than me, you, the work. This is something… catastrophic. I can stop it, but only if this part of me is dead, buried, and locked away in an inescapable tomb.”

You can tell Bob is nodding as you speak. You can tell he’s going to speak. You think you know what he is going to say. You were wrong.

“Then as I go I will say something that you said to me many years ago. No other person is worth you destroying yourself for. If they make you change that is abuse plain and simple. If they make it so there is no other option but to destroy yourself to keep them happy, to keep them from destroying everything and everyone you hold dear. That’s still abuse.”

“Bob…”

“I know boss. You need anything you call. We’ll come back for you. I just want you to know that we’re here for you. Ain’t no hero nor villain that can step to us.”

He’s gone and you’re still looking at your costume. It has changed over the years. The decades. You started off with sweatshirts and jeans and balaclavas. You’ve grown and your skills grew and your powers grew with you. Your costume was as much of an evolution of yourself as you are.

Your spouse is powerful. Truly powerful. The kind of power that scares even you.

You’ve been trying to separate them at home and them at work, but as you stare at your costume you realize that to make them separate people is a fallacy. They are the same person. They are one thing at the end of the day. One person, different facets.

You pull out your phone.

“Bob. I’m going to need some support. I’m going to confront my spouse.”

“Do not worry we will be there.”

“We?”

“No one left the city.”

“If we live through this I’m going to have to have a long discussion about what orders you choose to follow.”

(If you liked this I have a kofi)

You are the most dangerous supervillain and have been happily married to the world’s greatest hero for years. You’ve found out your spouse’s secret identity and are desperate to hide the truth from them for life because you fear they may end the world if they found out.

[scarlettearrowrites]

Writing Livestreams Episode 7

Features: Some sketches, Scarlette recounting the story of the man of spoons, spoon theory, Tam almost goes into a fight without a healer, villain development, and deleting weight from every character sheet I fill out.

[vanillathread]

The next chapter to my Hualian Superhero!AU fic has been posted! Please heed the warnings before you read! TW: descriptions of gore, medical malpractice, adultery, and mentions of human trafficking

[unnameablethings]

concept:

supervillain × henchman with the twist that the supervillain is a sort of cartoon foppish dramatic gay villain with gonzo schemes and no bodycount. and the henchman is secretly a grimdark ultrapowerful Apex Predator supervilllain who came to Stake Out the competition. got mistaken for a henchman and found this so fucking funny hes just 100% committed to the bit.

hes carrying around boxes of fucking Acme Corporation sticks of dynamite. hes dressing in the matching stylish outfit. hes managing the other henchmen to execute gonzo schemes flawlessly. genuinely the most fun hes ever had in his life

his dumbass gay boss has literally no idea the lengths he is going to behind the scenes to make sure nobody interferes with any of this shit.

(apex supervillain, in his Supervillain Disguise. homoerotically and terrifyingly flirt/threatens flamboyant supervillain. smash cut to this poor man lying face down on a couch unpacking this with the very attentive henchman)

("hes going to eat me maybe????? but GOD that was the HOTTEST fucking thing thats ever happened to me. but i might DIE?? do u think he LIKES me...."

henchman: i think he does :3)

the ruse comes out when someone who the apex supervillain didnt catch comes to ACTUALLY challenge/harm his gay boss in public and apex supervillain is like. yeah no we're not doing this. time for the power of unfathomable violence.

gay supervillain promptly has a FULL MELTDOWN. oh my god the blood. and also. "you LIED TO ME???"

apex supervillain, apologetically: "I was waiting to see if you'd ever figure it out yourself. And the longer it went the funnier it got."

gay supervillain: "I TRUSTED you!! you were my BEST HENCHMAN"

apex supervillain: aw. past tense?

[pengold]

Goblin Queen and Jean Grey

I am a huge fan of X-men and I am absolutely loving 97, so expect more art from me in the future!

(also possibly a new style what do you guys think?)

[defectivehero]

"Don't touch me," the villain hisses, writhing in the hero's arms as they're unwillingly carried around.

"Would you prefer if I dropped you?" The hero hums, their eyes set on the skies ahead. "Left you to fall thirteen stories and collide with the pavement? That's certainly an option." They shrug.

"You wouldn't dare," the villain claims with manufactured confidence. Truthfully, their heart is racing in their chest as the two of them soar higher and higher in the sky. They have never quite trusted their enemy—and for good reason. Their morality runs rather grey for a hero, and the villain wouldn't be the least bit surprised if they took advantage of their momentary weakness to cause them even more pain.

The hero shrugs in response to the villain's accusation. Meanwhile, the villain clings on a little tighter, resolutely ignoring the laughter rumbling in their enemy’s chest.

©2024, @defectivehero | @defectivevillain, All Rights Reserved. Reblogs are greatly appreciated—just don't steal or share outside of Tumblr, please.

sorry this is sinfully short, y'all. zero motivation lmao

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[bethanythebogwitch]

Superhero publicly comes out as trans and their archenemy sends a message sincerely congratulating them for their bravery and finding themselves. The message ends with "I will be honored to know that when I kill you and destroy everything you stand for, it will be the real you."

[wiingdings]

cat people

[bet-on-me-13]

The First Supervillain

So! A Typical "Early Start" AU where the events of The Show happen early in the Timeline. Like, in the 70's or 80's.

Danny never quite managed to fix his Public Perception, and even years into his career people still saw him as the Villain.

Coincidentally Valerie was seen as a Hero because of how often they were seen fighting. Even after they revealed their Identities and got together, they still had the occasional Battle. It was their love language.

His role as the Villain was Cemented when Pariah launched his Second Invasion of Earth after some dumbass accidentally freed him, and Danny took the Blame for it. Instead of being seen as the Hero who battled Pariah and stopped the Invasion, he was seen as the Tyrant to launched the Invasion in the first place, with Red Huntess being the one to defeat him in one final Ultimate Battle.

And honestly? He was fine with that. Now that he was the King of the Ghost Zone, he had the Authority to Regulate the Portal so villains stopped getting through. And that meant that he wasn't needed to stop random Ghost Attacks anymore. He could finally focus on College and his own Life, instead of sacrificing everything to act as the Protector of the Human Realm.

Val continued to be a Hero for a few more years, eventually retiring when it became Clear that the new generation of Heroes could pick up the Slack.

He went to College, got a Job as an Aerospace Engineer, and eventually proposed to Valerie.

About 20 years since his initial Accident, and he was doing great! He had moved into a humble home on the edge of town with his loving wife Val, his beautiful daughter Ellie, and his cute dog Cujo.

Yeah, life was good.

Until the day Danny accidently caused a Mass Crisis.

...

Superman was having some extreme trouble in dealing with his current Opponent. He had just been flying around the City, patrolling as Usual, when all of a sudden he had been attacked by a Flying Mech Suit.

At first he had assumed that Lex was giving it another Go, but he quickly realized that was not the case when the Armor seemed to Phase though solid matter in the middle of the battle. Lex had never made Tech advanced enough to do that on the fly.

This opponent was tough too. Strong enough and Durable enough to go blow for blow with him, and seemingly able to pull Advanced Weaponry from out of nowhere whenever he wanted. As tough as it was to admit, Superman as losing the Battle.

Then, without warning, the battle stopped. His opponent was staring at the space just behind him, with a look of pure dread. He turned around, and his heart stopped.

Floating behind him, staring right past him and directly at the Mech Suit, was the First Villain Phantom.

He looked much the same as when he had last been seen, although he was definitely Older. He had snow white hair, and glowing green eyes that seemed to stare right past him and into his very soul. He was wearing what seemed to be a costume of sorts, with an all black suit, white gloves, and white boots. Over his Shoulders sat a Cloak made of Stars, and above his head sat a Crown made of an Icy Blue Fire.

The Mech tried for a greeting, "Er- Hello t-Lord Phantom. How do you d-"

"Skulker."

"Y-yes?"

"What are you doing here? I thought I gave you explicit orders to stay in the Ghost Zone until further notice. You disobeyed me."

"Okay look. I got excited, that's my fault. It's just, I got anxious waiting. Can you really blame me? I've been waiting 20 years to take another Crack at the Human World, what's it matter if I left a few weeks Early?"

"I told you. You were supposed to wait exactly 20 Years, and you left Early. This calls for punishment."

"No wait!"

"Let's see how you feel after a few days as Soup."

The Villain pulled out a Thermos, and in a flash of green light, Skulker was gone, and the King was capping the Thermos. He then turned to Superman.

"I apologize for him, he decided to leave ahead of schedule." The King addressed him. "Now, Kryptonian. Rest and tend to your wounds, you will need to be in your best health if you want to continue saving the lives of those people below us."

With a dramatic flare, the King reached up and Tore a hole in Space. Through the Hole, Superman could only see an infinite Green Void, with the sound of screams cheering being heard through the rift.

The King departed through the Tear in Spacetime, and it closed behind him.

Superman tried to collect himself, and activated his League Emergency Comms.

"Attention All Founding Members, and Justice League Dark Members. This is Superman calling for an immediate Emergency Meeting."

He took a deep breath.

"Phantom is Back."

[heybiji]

new ttrpg npc with the bad haircut and bad attitude has a name now: Arc

she's gotten away to fight another day

[stalkedbytrains]

The live broadcast feed was cut instantly. The delay should have been more than enough to keep her identity a secret.

Look, if it's good enough for live events and evil entities like the FCC, then a live broadcast delay is good enough for you. Besides, if all the heroes think that it is live then they're always a few seconds behind.

You look at this girl. This child.

You put the mask back on her.

"What are you doing?" she demands as she still struggles against her bonds.

"You and me. We're done. We've been fighting for three years now, and if I had any indication that you were an actual child I would have stopped it then and there," you say. "When I release you understand that if you try to fight me, I will simply delay you forever. You'll never touch me and I'll never fight you."

"Just because I'm a child?" the hero demands.

"YES!" you scream. "You're a child! You're put into a battle that you can't possibly understand fighting for a system that you can't participate it or vote on because you are a child."

You take a deep breath and adjust your suit.

"We're done. Your secret is safe. I won't tell anyone."

"Why?"

"Child. That's why. I can't stop you from doing your silly hero nonsense, but if you ever need food, shelter, someone to listen to you for whatever reason, an education, whatever you need, come find me."

The poor teen struggled against her restraints. But you designed them to stop someone as strong as you so there was no way she was getting out of them.

"I'll leave and then let you out. Don't want you doing something foolish like trying to fight me again. I'll leave you with Leslie, she's my chef. She'll make you whatever you want, as much as you want. I'd take advantage if I were you."

The hero just glared at you.

"And again, you ever need anything, you come let me know."

"What about when I turn 18? Can I still beat the shit out of you?"

"Depending on how much therapy you get and how much of being a child soldier has been undone, we'll see. Now. I should be going."

"Wait! Why are you doing this? Seriously. No other villains would give a shit."

"I do give a shit. And I want you to look up an old hero, from long before you were born. Don't just be lazy and look up them in the hero registry because that's nothing but propaganda. Do real research. See what you can find out about Force Sentinel."

You turn and leave. Once you're a decent distance away you remotely undo the teen's restraints.

A long time ago, in a different life, you studied math. It was really the only thing you were good at. Possibly some hilarious side effect of your powers. At times like these the graph of exponents you had seen in an old text book always came back to you.

Your powers are exponential. You do any task repeatedly and it grows in strength exponentially. Astronomically. It was very very hard to do anything the same way twice much less multiple times, but you got very good at it.

You also had to be very very careful, because you punch three times and hit a hero you're doing north of 25,000,000 pounds of force. Or almost 3 billion newtons.

That kind of impact force would make a person cease to exist.

But some people deserve it.

Child soldiers.

After everything they did to you. After everything you took from them because of it.

They sent homeless children after you.

Three punches will be enough to level the entire Hero Complex.

Better make it five just to be sure.

The city’s heroine was unmasked, only to be revealed it was a homeless 17 years old girl under it.

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The hero looked around the alley and startled as they saw two amber eyes staring right back at them. They cautiously backed away, hoping that the villain would at least give them a chance to explain.

"I've been waiting." The low rumble of the villain's voice brought goosebumps on the hero's arms. They were truly in trouble. The villain's usual jovial mood and happy demeanor were nowhere to be seen.

Oh no, they were truly in trouble.

"Look, I-" The hero fumbled, wringing their fingers nervously. "I know I messed up. It was just too nerve-wracking. Going against my mentor...I tried but honestly the pressure caught up to me. I was thinking that I was all alone but I was still trying, but then the media showed up which meant it was live and everyone was-"

"How is your leg?"

"Huh?" The hero stopped blabbering and looked at villain's face. The villain's face did not give away any signs of anger but it almost seemed...worried? No, the shadows from the street lights must be messing up villain's face.

"Your leg. I watched the broadcast and you took a terrible fall. Let me look at it."

The hero hurriedly stepped back as the villain reached for their leg. Was this some other kind of punishment for messing up? The hero had often heard rumors of the villain's brutal methods. Was this one of the tortures?

"Hero" The Hero stilled, shaking in fear as the Villain stood in front of them, daring them to take another step. They flinched as the villain bent down to observe their leg. They felt a warm hand rest on their knee. Oh lord, were they going to snap their knee?

The hero relaxed as they felt warmth seep into their leg from villain's palm. Right, they had heard about villain's ability to heal. The warmth seemed to be pressing a comforting hand to their back as if beckoning them to take rest.

The hero felt their body hit the ground but felt no pain. No, they felt as if they were in heaven, floating through clouds while angels sang in their ears.

One such angel looked down at them and shook their head. They ruffled hero's hair and whispered, "What am I supposed to do with you?" The angel was truly beautiful.

Oh, the hero must be in some kind of trouble.