#villainprompt

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hero x villain prompt #1: common enemy

“Say,” the villain purrs, their hand gliding across the hero’s wall, as if it was normal that they were standing in their enemy’s home, “What d’you say to... Working together?” 

The hero gapes at them, eyebrows raised and jaw slack. Work together? 

“Are you crazy?” The hero hisses, crossing their arms defiantly. The villain had caught them at a bad time, to say the least. In only their sleeping attire, had just woken up at nearly midnight. Though, nothing really surprised them about their foe’s strange antics, not anymore.

“Look, neither of us want him around,” they near the hero, body far too close and intimidating. Their presence was suffocating. “It would be smarter to pair up. Get rid of ‘em while we can.” 

The hero scoffs, giving the villain a once-over. Their tight clothing, accentuating their best assets, lips curled in that same cruel smirk beneath their mask. They’re far too attractive for someone deemed the bad guy, the hero supposes. 

“Stop checkin’ me out and answer.” 

“I-I am not-” The hero decided to cut it short, seeing as they didn’t have an excuse because they definitely were checking the villain out.

“Mhm,” a finger grazes the hero’s neck, sending chills down their spine. It’s crazy how someone they’ve fought so many times can affect them in a way that should be illegal. “Wouldn’t it be fun? Working together?” The villain’s warm breath where their touch once was. 

“No.” The hero snaps, tilting their head down so that their opponent couldn’t see the heat that had risen to their cheeks. “It sounds disastrous. Dangerous.” 

“But you see,” the villain gets even closer, body nearly pressed against the hero’s back, their hands softly, only gingerly, slipping beneath the fabric they wore on their torso, “Danger is so fun.” 

[4ch1lles-wr1tes]

Prompt Idea #1

CW: Self Deprication & Bl00d (sorry guys lol)

“It's all your fault.„

A soft melancholic voice echoes through the void. The villain slowly kneels to the ground, hands covering her ears while tears started to flow down her cheeks.

“No...no...that's not...it's not...„ She paused for a second, her body starts to shake.

“he's...he's still alive.. he just..„ She slowly peeked her head infront of her. Blood spilled in front of her as the Hero lies on the ground. Cold. Wounded.

“He's still alive...right?! He's just...„ She slowly crawls to Hero, shaking him gently as tears stained on his bloody shirt. “Please...please...HERO!„

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Villain Prompt

A mad scientist or magic wielder who attempted to rob a vault filled with coins by binding them to their consciousness. Unfortunately, while they did succeed in binding their own consciousness to the massive heap, they accidentally left their own body behind, and are trapped, a living pile of angry coins.

[furiouslywriting]

Villain prompts

They don't want to kill the MC, they want to break them

Was never wronged as a child, they just want to cause mayhem

Ruling the world is their misguided (or not) attempt to impress a woman

Villain is a queen and the chosen one is their top guard

They have powers of life, not death

To break the chosen one, they torture every member of their squad except for them

Chosen one's best friend is actually Villain

Villain is a reflection of the desires of the nation's heart

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The Cold Grasp of Reality and Warm Embrace of Hell

- Hello darlings! Just something to start  off my little Tumblr page, its nothing amazing but I hope y’all like it -

 They begged and beckoned, tears rampant down their face. Layering over top of nearly each day, each moment of life, of agony. Their throat ached, never had Villain ever imagined to have laid hunched over top a chair. The Villains chin up against the seat of it, their hands grasped around the legs of the chair. Their knuckles had gone white, their nails dug into their flesh as they overlapped themselves. Their back arched, toes curled, the crack of a whip filled the room. It formed a welt on Villains bare back, joining a collage of others upon it. Hero could only feel a grin form on their face, a chuckle escaping their chapped lips. "Look at you, little ol Villain. The big bad wolf-" they paused to pull their arm back and connect the whip to Villain yet again. "AHhhH!", Villain cried out in agony. As they put her head against the chair, they clenched their jaw feeling the burning sensation continue. " Reduced to a mere-" they cracked the whip against Villain again. "Little-", and again. " Pup." A final crack came onto Villain. With the ending of Hero's sentence, Villains limbs trembled. Villain laid there, listening as Hero slowly walked up behind them, flinching as they heard Hero stop. Villain felt goosebumps rise on his arms as Heroes shadow casted over them from the harsh lighting, solely from the opened door behind them.

 Hero bent down and leaning over Villains back, their left hand pulling their head back softly, as their right traces Villains back. Villain shuddered feeling the touch of Hero against them. Hero placed their head in the crook of Villains neck, their breath causing a soft whimper to leave from Villain. Hero slowly added pressure onto Villains' neck, they wanted to hear Villains gasp of air and plea's. Hero was very pleasantly happy to watched as Villain began to struggle, at first they had left their lungs burn. The feeling of full concrete in there lungs, it was illusion but heavy. Villain wanted to just fade away, why couldn't it be that easy? They just wanted it to be easy. Villain let go of the chair, placing their hands onto Hero's arm. Villain beginning to gasp for air, thrashing around. They felt pin profiles of dots fill their vision, going from a black, to yellow to red as they slowly begin to cloud Villains vision. Villain continued to struggle, placing their body into it as their mind began to scream, over and over again. The pulse of their heart echoed in their ears, shaking his head as he slowly went back to a close, unconsciousness. Villains limbs fell loose right as Hero dropped them. A loud gasp filled the room, Followed by more coughing and gasps. Villains body curled up into a ball as their hands came upon their throat. Their vision slowly returned to them and as the struggled on the floor, a sadistic Hero stood over them, peering at the Villain. How cute~

 As Villain slowly calmed down, having felt better. Or as "better" as one could be. Villain took in soft breaths though he began to hear Hero come close again. This game wasn't fun, it wasn't even creative and Villain felt it day after day. They couldn't handle it anymore, it was beginning to hurt their mind. Villains mental state consisted of a hollow nothingness. This was so tiring, Villain couldn't remember how long they had been here and hated they still reacted to it, it had only been worse when Hero hadn't heard their soft cries in agony.

-

 Villain couldn't tell, how long had it been? Weeks? Perhaps even months, who even knew. Villain looked up as Hero opened the door to Villains room. The room had slowly gained items and perks, Villain had been submissive to Hero and in return got to, well live slightly better. Villain had been laying in bed, on their side as they sat up slowly. The villain looked off at Hero, Hero approached and though in what Villain could've only assumed was the first few days, they felt empowered to know Hero's civilian identity. The more time Villain got to think of it, it felt like dread, Hero wasn't letting them leave any time soon, not if they were letting Villain see them, they wouldn't let that information go out. Hero held a plate in hand, Villain could now see that and they moved their legs to the edge of the bed. As Hero made it next to them, s i t t i n g, next to them. Hero held the plate out to Villain as Villain took the plate. It looked delicious, but Villain didn't have an appetite. It was strange, why was the food so nice? They couldn't wrap their mind around Hero. Villain sat, eyes pondering at Hero unsure whether Hero had just come to taught them with food, it wouldn't be past Hero to do such a thing. 

Hero looked at Villain a mighty stare upon their face, “Will you take the plate or are you going to sit there all day?”, Hero beckoned nudging Villain with the plate which almost made Villain jump. Villain merely held back a whimper, their body sore bruised and bloody. Villain mumbled a soft, “Sorry.”  Villain took the plate with shaking hands, softly putting the plate onto their lap, it was warm and felt nice, it wasn't painfully searing like how Hero like to press against Villains skin with thick cigarettes or the end of a fire place poker. It was cozy or it would’ve been if Villain didn't feel their body trembling at the sense of having Hero in the room, their presence enough to make Villain on edge now-a-days. Once a mighty villain who loved to drive fear into other hearts whether it was through their own means of torture, horrific means of murder and general crimes against humanity. 

 Villains had softly grasped at the fork that rested on the side of the pate. They looked at the plate and once they went down and took a hesitant bite, their eyes widened. It tasted wondrous, Villain appreciated that hero was a good cook. This made the days upon weeks of no food then small sparse of it worth it. though as they chewed their delightful bite they almost seized up, close to choking themselves with how tense they became. Hero had startled them by talking, their head turned back to hero as they tried to finish eating. Villain hadn't realized how much food they had shoved into their mouth. “You know Villain, I can see why you enjoy doing, t h i s, to others”,Hero started. “The feeling of power over another and knowing that you have their life in their hands. It mesmerizing really.” Hero spoke in almost a sadistically disgusting manner that sent chills down Villains spine. Villain swallowed their food awkwardly as they listened to Hero. Eating the food, slowly mad them feel less then stellar from hearing Hero’s words. “I can only assume you fell into a rabbit hole, didn't you?” Hero would continue, not stopping for Villain to actually answer and even so, Villain didn't want to. “ Perhaps I cant blame you to much but-” Hero’s hand went to Villains ripped and ragged shirt and pulled them closer. Villain quivered under Hero’s grasp, trying their best not drop their plate of food. “ -I’m no scum like you, even now. You put your filthy hands onto anyone who came into your path while I, have only given you the karma you deserve,” Hero spoke with such malice and threat in the depths of their voice. “Yet even so, I’d say I’m far more merciful then you could have even dreamt to be”, Hero spoke. Villain some what fell when Hero let go of them. Villain returned to their sitting position. Thinking about those words. It was true to an extent. Villain had always been far far worse to their victims, even bringing in family or friends into such torture. Villain was a sadist, a very gruesome and terrible one at that. Though Villain usually let go or ended their victims misery fairly quickly once they got what they needed. Hero didn't have that, Villain didn't have any useful information, not anymore. Villain wasn't dead either and it didn't seem like Hero wanted to change Villain for the better. They were waiting for the Villain to die, or at least they were in Villains mind.

 Villain turned their head further away from Hero, until they began to well, notice they already felt full. Their stomach had shrunk and with some level of disbelief, they didn't have much of an appetite,not with so much on their mind now. Hero seemed to notice, “Done?” Hero questioned. Hand reaching out to grab the plate, Villain flinched and muttered a simple, “y-yes.” Hero took the plate and began to walk away, Villain sat there, staring at the ground. “You should get some rest, I’m sure you’ll appreciate it”, Hero spoke to Villain with such nice delicate softness, that Villain had grown to miss from Hero in their battles. Back in what Villain could describe as their prime. They nodded their head, feeling a sense of drowsiness they didn't remember having for a very long time. Villain sighed softly, barely feeling the gaze of Hero as they closed the door behind them. Villain moved their body to lay down on the bed. It wasn't... wasn't a nice bed. All the springs that dug into Villains side could tell them that much, but they weren't complaining, it was great that they even had a bed of course. Though more and more as Villains eyes closed and their body scrunch up to keep a little more warm. Yet when they slipped into the warm embrace of sleep, their body stiffened and their breathing slowed and then, they were gone. 

 Hero had stood at the edge of the door, listening to the soft snores of Villain and as they stopped. Sighing Hero walked off.

 They would never make their peace with Villain, no amount of torturing them had helped them see that and it wasn't until they had sat at the gravestone of Sidekick and really thought about it to realize that. Of course they would never get that pit of regret out of their heart, they had noticed far to late that Villain wouldn't make that feeling ease. 

 Hero could only hope the warms searing pain of Hell would welcome Villain with open arms.

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Villain Dialogue Prompts

“Darling, your effort is commendable. Really. But you should stop before you get hurt.”

“Do you want to play a little game?”

“You should accept the loss humbly while I still allow it.”

“Bloodlust was never a good look on you.”

“I want them to see you how I see you, because they have no idea what you’re really capable of. Do they?”

“Well, aren’t you the little trickster, pet.”

“I hope you die in a fire.”

“That looks like it hurts.”

“Come now Hero, such things aren’t in your nature.”

“Play with me.”

“You’re more like me than you realise. How long do you think it’ll be before they see it too?”

“I don’t want to kill you but get in my way again and I just might have to.”

“How unheroic of you.”

“You look good in my colours.”

“I’m almost tempted to let you live.”

“What’s a little torture between friends?”

“It would be so much easier to kill you if you weren’t so cute.”

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CW: mentions of bl00d, angst and a whumpee hero :D (because yes)

Dialogue Prompt #2

“Oh Hero...so naive...so stupid..so weak...„ Supervillain continues to derogate them as they watch them suffer. Blood oozing out of their cuts and wounds from all over their body. Watching them in despair made Supervillain smirk sadistically. They gently ran their fingers through their hair suddenly yanking it up and forcing Hero to lock eyes with them. Hero's face was so puffy and messy from tearing up.

“It's pathetic.„ Hero suddenly grips on the collar of Supervillain's shirt tight despite his arms being numb by the pain. “I won't....I won't let you w...win..!„ The Hero cried out while biting their lip in pain as their hair were yanked harder. “Well that's sad. just look around you„ The Villain grabs their chin roughly and forced them to look at theit surroundings. Buldings were burning, people are dying, roads were covered in blood and stone..

it's sad.

“Do you want to save them, Hero? Do you want to turn everything back to normal, Hero?„ They said, rubbing their chin on their fingers gently.

“Then beg for it.„

[furiouslywriting]

Chosen one prompts 2

The Chosen one everyone knows isn't really the Chosen one. His shy sidekick is the real one, he just hates being noticed

The prophecy was misheard. There is no Chosen one.

The Chosen one sacrifices their friends in order to win.

The prophecy is just a song from the old world that someone found written down and misunderstood

The Mentor is actually the villain

The Chosen one is the son of the county's corrupt leader

Chosen one is a selfish, spoilt brat

The Mentor dies before he can do anything other than name the Chosen one. The Chosen one must then 'wing it' when it comes to saving the world