GLITTER ANON I YIELD I SURRENDER PLEASE HAVE MERCY

GLITTER ANON I YIELD I SURRENDER PLEASE HAVE MERCY

I DONT KNOW HOW YOU DID IT BUT I AM COVERED. CAKED. DROWNING IN GLITTER.

I AM BREATHING GLITTER. I WAS ACCIDENTALLY CUT WITH GLASS AND NOW GLITTER IS QUITE LITERALLY IN MY VEINS

MY WHITE FLAG IS RAISED. CEASE YOUR ATTACKS I BEG

This is how villains become supervillains

“For years, I’ve been so scared of myself, of what I can do, that I’ve held myself back. But I’m done being scared. I want to know what it’s like to use my powers at 100%.”

are you planning to make a masterlist

Hi anon! At this time, I have not thought seriously about making a masterlist. I would like to have one eventually, but it’s not high on my priority list at this moment. Though if you guys want a masterlist, I can make one.

I would they would prefer you using hands? Maybe give you a little peck to help you get angry and help you fight better?

Alright then. But I must warn you them, I have been told I have a strong right hook.

Oh, and none of that ‘give you a little peck’ stuff. That is an attack in itself. Plus, when someone fights angry, it almost always ensures their defeat. And that is not happening.

I'll fight you. *action music starts playing*

Imma boutta use the wuxi finger hold on this dude

Inspired by @autocrats-in-love’s prompt here!

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“Can you stop- stop hanging on me!” The hero stood frozen, trying— and failing— to not panic. They didn’t dare move a muscle as the villain’s embrace became tighter around their ramrod-straight posture.

“Let me go,” their voice came out small, panic and fear muddled together.

“Look, I know you’re… wary, of affection. And touch in general… but its not all bad. I haven’t hurt you yet, have I?”

Yes. Well, no. Not yet.

But it was a dangerous game, that thing called touch. It brought hurt and pain, and if that touch was nice it meant someone wanted something and they wouldn’t hesitate to hurt them if they didn’t get it and-

Their panic screeched to a halt when a hand found the base of their head and began to play with their hair. They hated how the touch made them both flinch and shiver. Hero couldn’t think straight, their mind seemed split in two. Villain’s touch felt so nice. But in an instant it could be so dangerous.

So Hero waited for the questions. For the hands to stop being kind and pull their head back to expose their throat. They waited for Villain’s demands. Because touch was a trick. This thing, this comfort… it was only to lower their guard. Villain still wanted something from them. Information? Locations? What could they possibly want?

“Hey.” Hero flinched yet again as a hand slid back and forth over their back. They didn’t even notice how their breath quickened, or how their jaw began to tremble. No, Hero only noticed the hand.

“Please,” they begged. Their wide, panicked eyes met Villain’s cool, slightly concerned gaze. “I- I’ll tell you anything, anything you want just… just let go of me. Please.” So the criminal did. And without a second’s hesitation, Hero jumped out of Villain’s grasp.

One thing was for sure, Hero wouldn’t like their question. But it was the only thing Villain was thinking about at this moment. Who hurt their hero, so badly that they were afraid of a simple hug?