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Prompt #26

"Nevermind."

"You just kissed me and asked me on a date and you say 'nevermind!?'"

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When I was little my mom’s meatloaf was my favorite food. But ONLY her meatloaf. I didn’t like anyone else’s, and she told me that she would teach me how to make it when I was older. And when I was like 19? She finally taught me, but she told me never to tell anyone else and I was like weird but okay

Anyway, she was super fucking homophobic and abusive to me when I told her I was gay, so here’s the recipe

4-6 lbs of Hamburger/turkey burger

1 pk onion soup mix OR ranch mix

1 TBs ketchup

1 Tbs spicy brown mustard,

1 Tbs bbq sauce

1 Tbs steak sauce

1 egg

mix, shape into a loaf in a big pan, and bake at 350 for 2 hrs (maybe 2 and a half if you’re feeling dangerous)

You can get almost all of these ingredients at the dollar store, and have leftovers if it’s just you. The leftovers make great tacos if (taco seasoning is also like a dollar). Enjoy your revenge loaf

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i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point

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Why are titles so hard 😭

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Prompt #25

"A dating contract," Villain read incredulously. They looked up at Hero, who looked as serious as ever. In proposing a dating contract. With a villain. "You're playing with me," Villain accused. "Why would a hero like you want to ruin your golden reputation?"

Hero leaned back, raised their brow, and told them, "What if I want to tarnish some of that gold?"

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“Living weapon” covers a lot and all of it is hot

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Working on my novel and couldn’t figure out why it felt so empty. I didn’t have any filler. It was all 100% plot. The characters only interacted when necessary. I didn’t prattle on about the scenery or how the birds sounded. I had all my fuller stuff that I loved saved in another file because I “didn’t need it”.

Y’all, I knew this existed in TV shows but it didn’t hit me until this that everything is being whittled down. We are so starving for filler that we snap up anything. I unload all mine on Tumblr or keep it in a massive Google Docs. It SUCKS.

Honestly? Death to plot necessity. Revive filler. Revive unnecessary interactions. Revive just vibing with characters sometimes. I don’t want to just consume the plot and I don’t want to just create the plot either.

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hello brothers and sisters

you’re probably well aware of what kosa is after this point, but if you don’t, it’s a bill that is going to be reviewed by the senate this monday(february 26th, 2024) to see if it’ll pass and move onto the house.

if it passes, queer people and queer topics will be heavily censored online, as well as topics such as Palestine.

don’t panic quite yet though, as there IS still time to help prevent it passing in the senate, and also if it DOES pass in senate, it will have to also pass the house(which is a clusterfuck right now).

you can help stop it passing by emailing/calling your senate AND house representative and telling them WHY you oppose this bill. it’s important you call both of them

if you don’t know who your senate/house representatives are:

senate: https://www.congress.gov/members/find-your-member

house: https://ziplook.house.gov/htbin/findrep_house?ZIP=

if you don’t know what to say, use these two scripts

USE THIS IF YOUR SENATOR/REPRESENTATIVE IS REPUBLICAN:

USE THIS IF YOUR SENATOR/REPRESENTATIVE IS DEMOCRAT:

and finally, make sure not to panic and keep yourself informed. the bill still has to pass house before it can be signed by biden(who really wants the bill to pass, so if you’re calling a republican with your script, maybe include that). this can take weeks or months, or it even can die in house if we are able to make it stall long enough

we also need to make a very big stink about kosa and make it trend wherever we possibly can(tumblr, twitter, tiktok, etc), and make sure people KNOW our hatred for the bill. use the hashtag #stopkosa so it can hopefully trend

i’d heavily encourage you to reblog this so the word can be spread, but know you are NOT a bad person if you don’t reblog it. i too have ocd and understand

for more resources:

here is a link to the stop kosa discord so you can get advice and updates on kosa

and here are some links with more information, call scripts, and petitions

good luck men

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Prompt #24

"Hey, babe."

"Mornin', baby. You look good today."

"Aw, you flatter me."

"Are you guys dating?!"

Laughter. "Oh, sweetheart, no. We'd never work that way."

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Prompt #23

Right Hand is jealous. It's a burning, unpleasant feeling that accompanies their deep-seated shame. Supervillain has promised them no commitment, other than heated, desirable glances that eventually led to quickies in the janitor's cupboard. Their exchanged birthday gifts, and warm mornings at Supervillain's apartment, and shared laughter - Right Hand wanted more, and they had thought Supervillain could give them that. But now that hope was dashed in the form of a young, bright-eyed new recruit.

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Between Hope And Danger

At 3:54, a guy that looked like a tennis ball with fat arms and legs with red cheeks, a pink nose, heavy eyebrows, a stubble, and a gap-tooth snuck up on Lucia while she unpacked boxes.

“It is 3:54.” Hector declared.

Lucia briefly stopped what she was doing. “So?” she asked.

“Hand me your ribosomes,” Hector barked.

Lucia tipped her head to one side. “Don’t you kind of need those to live?” she asked.

“Don’t be a smart ass,” Hector said. He wasn’t going to take anymore stalling. “Now come on, hand them over.”

Lucia looked at Hector with an expression of direction and ever so slight amusement. “Do you really expect me to go into every one of my cells and pull out my ribosomes?”

“Yes,” Hector responded.

Lucia clapped back with, “Let’s not and say we did.”

Hector doubled down. “Give me your ribosomes!”

Hector’s patience was wearing thin, and so was Lucia’s. “I’m serious,” she glared at him the way a cat glares at a stranger in the house, “You need your ribosomes to make proteins. I’m not giving my ribosomes to you. End of story.”

A guy with a dog walked past the open doorway and saw what appeared to be Lucia yelling at a wall. He shook his head and walked away. It’s not like Hector was invisible to humans or anything. If he had been there, the dog would’ve gone nuts. Hector had teleported somewhere else.

At 3:54, Beverly felt her blood sugar getting low. She stopped for a snack. Hector snuck up on Beverly while she was eating. “Do you know what time it is?”

Beverly swallowed her mouthful of ahi. “Time for you to fuck off and wait until I’m finished eating.”

Hector didn’t care. He walked over to Beverly, tracing out a circular path. “It’s 3:54, time for you to give me your ribosomes!”

Beverly had better things to do than give Hector her ribosomes, such as finishing her sushi. “Can it wait for like five more minutes,” she snarked, “I’m eating here.”

Hector’s patience wore thin. “No, not in five more minutes,“ he said sharply, “I need your ribosomes now!”

Beverly threw her Tupperware lid at him. Hector dropped his sack. He picked his sack up and teleported away. Beverly returned to her meal, shaking her head. How could someone not understand “go away, I’m eating” means “go away, I’m eating?” It baffled her.

At 3:54, Rose sat on the front steps outside. She had to fight not to gag. Pale and visibly sweaty, she had trouble keeping her balance. People who saw her thought she had too much to drink, but she suspected a tummy bug, as she was prone to such things.

When Hector teleported, he appeared in front of Rose. “It is 3:54, hand over your ribosomes,” he demanded.

Rose reached out to Hector, grabbed his sack, and vomited into it. To her complete surprise, Hector, the sack, and the vomit vanished before her eyes. Bollocks, she thought, I’m hallucinating.

The girls quickly forgot what happened. In the days following this, Rose’s parents split up because her mother thought that assistive technology for children with reading disabilities artificially inflated student literacy data, while her father believed that assistive technology was the only way that these children could succeed in school. Beverly got suspended because she had trouble justifying why she took a nap while the rest of her first-period English class watched Anna Karenina. She knew that movie helped her go to sleep, but she couldn’t put her finger on why. Lucia got into a long, pointless argument with the stepmother of one of her classmates about whether or not Muslims believed in Jesus. She told Lucia they didn’t, but they actually do. Lucia correctly pointed out that Muslims don’t believe Jesus was the son of God.

About two weeks after Hector demanded the ribosomes, the girls woke up to find themselves in a field of grass. Standing before them was a humanoid rabbit with long, flowing blonde hair. The rabbit person wore a light pink, ruffled jumpsuit and a floppy hat that resembled the cap on a toadstool. “Would you like a mushroom?” they asked.

The girls nodded. “Follow me,” said the rabbit person.

The rabbit person let the girls into a forest of mushrooms. Everywhere they looked, they could see Little mushrooms, big mushrooms, all kinds of mushrooms. They gazed in wonder at the mushrooms the size of sequoia trees. Some mushrooms they encountered even had eyes.

The rabbit person then let them down a hallway with an indigo blue cast to it and a checkered floor. Every sound echoed throughout the hallway, such as the girls’ footsteps and their thoughts. It unnerved the girls to hear someone (probably Lucia) think don’t fall for it, don’t take the bait. None of this is real, wake up. It scared Rose enough that she fainted.

Lucia tried to turn around, but all of the mushrooms that lined the edge of the hallway had eyes, and they followed the girls as they walked. They saw Lucia turn around and silently disapproved.

“OK, so when do we get our mushrooms?” Beverly demanded. It was clear she was talking to the rabbit person, but the rabbit person had vanished.

“She’s gone, Bev,” Lucia responded. She sounded somewhat distracted when she spoke because she was thinking of a way to outsmart the mushrooms so the three of them could escape. When she looked at Beverly, she noticed Rose leaning on her. “Rose can’t possibly be asleep already.”

“She’s not asleep; the trashy little bitch fainted.” Beverly chuckles, “What a fucking coward.”

Lucia turned around and looked at Rose lying on Beverly. “Help me out here,” she said, “Are you shitting on Rose because you’re just mad you didn’t get your mushrooms?”

“What would you say if I wasn’t?” Beverly said. She’s been caught and she tried to get out of it.

It didn’t quite work. “I’d still tell you to cut it the fuck out.”

Beverly scoffed at Lucia. “Why are you so uptight?”

“Because it’s not fair to Rose, and if I catch you doing it again, I’m leaving you behind when we escape,” Lucia said as she began to make a U-turn and head out the way they came. She gestured for the others to follow her.

Except it was not to be. The girls have been beyond hope the minute they took that walk into the darkness. No matter which direction you turned, the checkerboard path opened up into the void. Chains hung from the ceiling. An invisible force dropped the chains onto their hands hard enough to force the links through our skin. In seconds, a hidden pulley system yanked the girls up to the ceiling.

Then came a terrifying, doglike creature with glowing eyes, sharp teeth and claws, and a hat like a mushroom. They growled at the girls. Their eyes lit up like bright headlights.

Rose had already passed out from fright. Beverly took one look at the creature and fainted.

Only Lucia was left. Lucia didn’t faint like the other two. “OK, if this is about that stupid ribosome thing, just fuck off already! You’re not getting our ribosomes, and you’re going to let us go! Got it, bunky?” Lucia barked.

The creature doubled down. “You cannot defeat me,” they snarled in a tone reminiscent of a car that refuses to start because of cold weather, “I now legally own all your bones, your nerves, and the inner structures of your cells.”

“Alright, fine,” Lucia said as her eyes glazed over, “You’ve left me no other choice.”

She threw up. Twice. The second time she hurled, it landed in the creature’s mouth.

They didn’t back off at all. “Your god cannot save you from the torment I shall bring upon you. Nothing can. Succumb or perish, foolish ones.”

Nobody ever saw Lucia, Beverly, and Rose again. Only their closest friends knew that they had been transported to the Realms of Hell, but nobody knew why. They guessed that they went to hell because they failed to respect the pouch. Said “guess” was just the thing from the Capri Sun commercials.

The world may never know the truth.

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Prompt #22

"You'll be assigned as Superhero's new sidekick. Infiltrate his agency, find out his weaknesses, and report back to me. Because of the delicate nature of this mission, you will have one year."

Sidekick knows that Superhero hates villains. It's an undeniable fact. It's raining, Sidekick's tired as fuck, and Superhero hates villains.

It does not explain why Sidekick finds themselves returning to their post at Superhero's side day after day, even when technically, their mission had already ended a week ago.

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Prompt #21

Supervillain didn't care for Superhero. He didn't, despite what Right Hand said. But he couldn't help but notice that the hero seemed to be deteroriating by the day. Bright eyes soon became constantly bloodshot and once-fierce determination dwindled into a small flame.

You know, things everyone else would notice.

But Supervillain was not some caretaker of society's golden boy, so they held back their wor - not-worry. Then one day, Superhero even showed up injured to their fight, and Supervillain's patience snapped.

"Are you serious?" they snarled.

Superhero frowned, wincing at the bloody gash in their arm that they definitely hadn't suffered during their fight. "What?" they asked defensively.

Defensively. Like they hadn't done anything wrong.

They certainly didn't look like they realised it, with their dark brows furrowing on their unreasonably good-looking face. It really was unfair the effect they had on Supervillain even when they were mad.

"Shut up!" they cried. "You fucker - why'd you show up to our fight injured?"

Superhero looked mystified. "I'm sorry?" they offered weakly.

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Prompt from: @creweemmaeec11

"You- you aren't going to kill me?"

"You're a rat, but an ecosystem crumbles without vermin. You still have a purpose to fulfill," Hero said shortly.

Logical and truthful; without sugarcoating.

It was different from the usual spiels about how the 'good side' could never stoop to the level of lowlifes such as Villain - as if the government hadn't done worse things in the shadows in the name of the greater good.

It was so unexpected, it made Villain stop short. A flicker of uncertainty pierced through their desperation, halting their struggle against the ropes binding them.

Hero noticed Villain's stare, and their face twisted into a scowl. "What? You think we murder people left and right?" they snapped. Like you? they meant.

Villain couldn't help it; they laughed. They laughed so hard their insides hurt, and tears leaked out of their eyes. They laughed until it was physically painful to do so.

Finally, they turned piercing eyes onto Hero. They looked young, Villain noticed. Much younger than the Agency usually let out its trainees. Apparently still innocent, and looking at the world with rose-tinted glasses. Not yet with the Agency's indoctrination carved into their bones.

Young meant easily impressionable.

Villain made themselves smile at the visibly unnerved Hero, soft and pitying, and holding back the wickedness that threatened to turn it into a smirk.

"That may seem obvious to you," they began slowly. "But many people hold the opinion that vermin are meant to be exterminated."

Hero scowled and crossed their arms. "Vigilantes are a different breed altogether. Their extreme views of how society should be can't be compared to ours."

Villain saw the opportunity immediately, and satisfaction curled in their chest like a snake. "'Ours'," they nearly purred. "I wonder if the agency thought the same as you when they dropped an airstrike on a small village of innocents last year."

"Liar," Hero countered, unfazed. "You're trying to turn me against the Agency, but it won't work. Everyone knows that was the main base of Supervillain."

At the name, grief unexpectedly caught Villain in a chokehold. They found themselves unable to speak, the poisonous words they had prepared stuck in their throat.

Hero's gaze softened. "I know you two were close. I'm sorry."

"Don't - don't you dare pity me," they spat, suddenly feeling unbalanced at the uncharacteristic display of care from a hero. Villain wasn't someone they could - should - pity. "You think you're so righteous, but you don't even know of the victims your precious Agency's actions!"

"This again?" Hero scoffed, glaring again. "Look, I know you lost Supervillain but--"

"My children." The words were ripped out of their throat, raw and bleeding. "They were - they were caught in the crossfire. 7 and 10. Not even teenagers."

A horrified silence settled between them.

Villain couldn't believe they'd lost their composure in front of a fledgling hero. "Nevermind," they said sharply, turning away. "Forget that--"

"Your children," Hero cut off, voice high and shaky. "They were with Supervillain?"

"They were home." Now that they had started, Villain couldn't stop talking. "That village - it was a safe haven for our families. The spouses and siblings and children of Supervillain's subordinates."

Hero made a strangled sound. "Supervillain was seen entering and leaving the area multiple times--"

"A coverup by the Agency. My boss deliberately avoided the area just in case it was tied to them. The day the bom - it happened, I was sent away on a mission, so Supervillain was merely checking up on my family." Tears overflowed and dripped down Villain's cheeks, thankfully unseen by the hero. "I should've--" Their breath hitched as they admitted their deepest untold regret. "I should've been there. Comforted them in their last moments."

There was a long, long silence, broken only by Villain's soft sobs and hitched breaths. It took a while for them to realise it wasn't only them crying.

Their reddened eyes shot to Hero's matching ones.

"That's horrible," Hero whispered, trembling and small and looking so much like their age it hurt.

(Villain's own children should've been able to grow up like that).

Out of the blue, Hero held out their hand, and the binds around Villain loosened before falling to the ground. Villain stared at Hero with wide eyes.

"Go," Hero said, still sniffling. But their gaze was determined. "I promise to look into this. I won't serve an organisation whose values I don't agree with."

Villain shook their head, disbelieving. "Ridiculous," they muttered.

But before they made their escape, they couldn't help but steal one last glance at the young hero.

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Not That Special

"Good evening."

Detective cursed loudly, tea splattering the wall as they whipped around to face the thief lounging, ankle crossed over the knee, on their sofa. "What are you-- How did you get in?"

"Key."

"What key? There is no other key, I have the only set."

"Ah, the only set you knew of. I asked your landlord for the spares when you moved in. He thinks we're married."

Detective let that sink in a moment before forcing their mouth shut and running an exasperated hand down their face. "Alright. Ignoring that for now. Why are you here? I could have you arrested with one phone call."

"Oh, please don't do that. I'd have to make run for it, and I'm really trying to stay off the streets right now." Detective raised their eyebrows inquiringly, and they continued, "I'm on the downlow. A recent target really did not like being robbed. Two of my places are being watched, and I would not like to risk the third. You see I'm rather attached to my skin."

They slid the back of their hand down their cheek, turning their head haughtily to the side, almost like an invitation to admire them.

"So you decided you'd put me in danger?" Detective said.

Thief scoffed. "Nobody even knows who you are, let alone that I crash here in my off afternoons."

"You what?"

"Landlord thinks we're married, remember? You think that was a one-lie assumption? Keep up."

Detective had to sit down. Everything sort of felt like it was spinning out of control. Before they could think better of it they'd sunk down to the cushion on Thief's left and ducked their head between their knees with a long groan.

"I'm going to have to inform them I'm very much single. Then I'll have to change the locks. Probably change all my passwords--who knows where you've been snooping. Then there's the police."

Thief reached over their back and began massaging their neck. "Why. go through the stress? It's just a few measly days. I'll even return my set of the keys. As for the police, why is any of their business?"

Detective didn't have the energy to swat them away. The day had been exhausting enough all on it's own, and now all this...

Villain hit a knot, and they practically puddled at its gentle unraveling.

"Maybe because they're paying me to catch you? Besides, they already think I treat you specially. If it got out you were in my house and I didn't report it--"

"Like you said, if it got out I was in your house. Many times at that. With an eye witness. You really think they're going to believe I got in on my own?" Thief leaned against their shoulder, breath hot in Detective's ear. "After all. I am special."

Detective jerked out of their grip, their stomach dropping to their toes as they wheeled on Thief's pouted lips and innocent-seeming dark eyes. "Are you blackmailing me?"

Thief surged forward, wrapping their arms around Detective's neck. The scent of rosemary and mint wafted up from their hair. "Only a little. And only if you call someone."

Detective moved to shove them off, but Thief clung tight.

"I would like you to leave," Detective said, squeezing hard on Thief's wrists. "Now."

Thief still did not unlock. "I told you, I'm in trouble!"

"So? That's your thing! You love danger. Your court it so often your practically a suitor."

"But I went too far." Thief shifted a little. Detective didn't notice they'd climbed into their lap until their legs were wrapped as tightly around their waist as their arms were around their neck. "I robbed Corvina Sedero."

Just the name made Detective shiver. Dragging hidden criminals into the light was one thing. But the ones that stood in plain sight were quite another. Detective had been young when they realized that mere knowledge of wrongdoing was not enough. Evidence was one manacle and decent law enforcement the other, and Corvina Sedero with all her reputation remained chain-free. The rumor was that she skinned the people who crossed her. Detective had never taken it as hyperbole.

"If she catches me..." Thief drew out a hairbreadth from Detective's face, dark eyes shining. "I'm scared."

Detective probably would have taken it for a lie if they couldn't feel the rapid pound of Thief's heart against their chest. For a moment, they considered making the call anyway, telling Thief that the safest place for them was behind bars. But even if Thief didn't run for it, Detective doubted any prison was truly safe outside the reach of Corvina's claws.

"A few days," they sighed.

"Really?"

"But we come up with another solution in the meantime."

"Of course, it's not as if I planned on moving in." Thief snuggled against Detective's chest, limbs loosening into less of a death grip and into more of a real embrace. "I knew I could trust you."

Detective jolted a little. That was not a good thing. A Thief should not feel comfortable with the person actively trying to jail them. Yet they couldn't stop the warmth flooding their chest cavity. "Don't get used to it. I'm still telling my landlord I'm not married."

Thief did not argue.

"You're not going to say no? Tell me what a mistake I'd be making?"

Their only reply was soft breathing.

Detective flicked their gaze to Thief's face, eyes closed and tucked snuggly against their shoulder. They must have been as exhausted as Detective, holding on for confirmation before finally letting themselves drift off. Detective couldn't imagine how much running they must have done, how many dead ends they faced, before they got here.

Their arms hovered awkwardly over the criminal's thin back, stuck between ideas of guiding their wiry figure to the couch cushions and holding them back. They'd once read that hugging made the body release the oxytocin hormone to combat anxiety, and Thief probably could use as little anxiety as possible. But that didn't mean Detective needed to be the one to do it. The weighted blanket on their bed probably would do just as well.

Detective braced on palm against the couch back and gingerly rose to their feet. They turned off lights as they went, brain growing drowsier out of habit with the dark hall and spattering of wall lights ahead. They'd tuck Thief in and then collapse on the sofa.

It was just one night.

It wasn't wrong if they weren't in the same room.

And these were extenuating circumstances.

Anyone would be swayed.

Thief was not special.

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Escape

Half an hour after the first attack on Superhero's agency, Supervillain finally made it to the jail cells underneath the building. They bolted past the bars keeping the unimportant prisoners, holding on to their sanity by a thread.

As the seconds slipped by without them finding what they were looking for, a sickening feeling overcame them. What if they were too late?

Finally, they caught sight of a familiar blue jacket draped over a slumped, bloodied form. Their heart skipped a beat, and without hesitation, they phased through the bars of the cell.

They examined their subordinate's injuries, dark eyes narrowing with concern and anger. An ominous power lashed around them.

"Right Hand," they whispered with barely contained fury. "What have they done to you?"

Right Hand, though weakened, managed a small smile. "I've faced worse, boss," they rasped, their breath shallow. "I had hoped to see you one last time."

Supervillain clenched their fist, their eyes flashing. "You're not going to die!" they said fiercely. "I won't let you!"

Right Hand just stared at them with sad, knowing eyes.

"I won't let you die," Supervillain repeated, but the words now sounded more like a plea. Whipping around to the corridor outside, they called desperately - demandingly, "Are there any of you who can heal? Tell me and I'll pay you handsomely!"

Suddenly, they felt a pressure on their shoulder, and they realised Right Hand had reached out with a pale (thin, too thin) hand. They still had that awful, reassuring smile. "It's alright. Not every battle can be won."

"Shut up," Supervillain hissed, eyes wild. "Are you so desperate to die? Your life is mine. You are not allowed to leave me until I say so."

Right Hand's eyes widened, and their expression became solemn. They bowed their head, acknowledging the order. "We have fought many battles together," they murmured. "This won't be our last."

Supervillain nodded, satisfied. "Damn right. I'll get us out of here."

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