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Portraying a kleptomaniac.
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How to portray a power driven character.
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Writing a character who lost someone important.
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How to play a victim of rape.
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How to play the stalker.
How to portray a character high on cocaine.
Playing a character with ADHD.
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How to play a character with social anxiety.
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Don't ever underestimate someone with disabilities, especially if they were born that way. They can and will make your life difficult if you try the same for them.
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When the villains caught wind of a new hero on the team, they’d all taken interest. When someone came back claiming he’s blind, it’d sparked a whole new debate.
Straightforward, they’d all said. He won’t even see us coming. They’d laughed at how easy it’d seemed.
The villain feels like they’ve stumbled on a pile of gold when they come across the hero. He’s running his hand along something on the fence in front of him, something that the villain will later realise is a braille description of the view ahead of him. A white cape drifts around his ankles, an equally white suit flattering against his typical heroic body, the lightest of smiles on his face as his fingers trace the patterns of dots along the railing.
The villain can’t help but grin as they slowly make their way towards the poor hero, so oblivious, so stupid. They’re barely a hair breadth away, their dagger practically unsheathing itself, when the hero spins towards them with a swish of his cape and a flick of a blade.
The villain barely reels back in time. Staying quiet doesn’t occur to them when they’re startled. The hero looks like he’s staring right through them, an arrogant smirk on his face.
“Ah,” he says brightly, “you’re one of those criminals I’m meant to be looking out for?”
The villain sidesteps, careful to keep their footing quiet, but it doesn’t matter. The hero’s head cocks towards them as they try to step out of his blade’s path.
“You’re almost silent,” the hero continues. A smirk adorns his face, intrigued. “Incredible.”
The villain is close enough to strike, the hero looking slightly too far beyond them to be right in his assumptions. The villain shifts in fast, their dagger poised. The hero dodges back and retaliates with a swing of his own.
The villain stumbles out of reach and the hero follows. The villain’s unprepared; they were expecting a hero who’s unsure who they’re looking for, where the villain is. They were expecting an easy plaything that they could stab when they got bored.
But this—the hero is nothing but brazen confidence.
The villain shoves their dagger up to meet his blade, throwing his arm out. They move in for another strike but the hero’s already recovered. His blade easily tucks under their arm and slices into their side.
Something of a strangled gasp escapes the villain before they can stop it. They stagger back, a hand touched timidly to the wound, their eyes flitting back up to the hero. He simply waits, his blade crimson and his eyes blank. How? How?
“Would you do me the honour of telling me who I’ve met?” he asks, as if this is nothing more than a casual meeting between friends of friends. The villain wants to snap him in half for the audacity.
“That’s none of your fuckin’ business.”
“Aha,” the hero says, almost a laugh, “You’re [Villain].”
The villain can only stare at him in horror. The hero seems to feel the tension in the silence, because he continues. “You’ve a bad mouth, favour in the blade, light on your feet.” A teasing smile. “And you’ve a smooth, caramel voice I haven’t heard in many like you.”
“Wh— Excuse me— You—”
The hero just smirks, the stupid smirk of someone who knows he’s untouchable in every sense of the word. “Flustered by compliments, too,” the hero finishes with a laugh. “Good to remember for next time.”
“I’m not flustered!” the villain finally manages, “and my voice isn’t caramel. That isn’t a thing. You sound stupid.”
“I’m happy to be stupid if it means I can recognise you as the villain who speaks in caramel.”
The villain’s side is beginning to really ache. They need to be somewhere that’s not here when it inevitably gets worse. “Do what you want. I’m going home.”
“May I escort you to a prison cell?”
The villain barks a laugh, their side practically splitting with the forced fakeness of it. “As if you know where the agency is from here.”
“I always know where I am, [Villain].” A smile again, softer this time. Knowing. “You underestimate me for a characteristic I think makes me as interesting to you as you are to me.”
The burn in the villain’s skin is an ode to that. “Sure.” The villain turns on their heel before a thought occurs to them. “I’m going to walk away, loudly. Do me a favour and don’t fucking shank me when I do.”
The hero’s face twists back into a smirk. “As long as I hear you moving away. Until next time, [Villain].”
A blind hero! everyone had cried. It’s almost too easy!
The villain scurries away with a gash to the side and a slam to their ego, and they know now to know better than that.
Mother
When Whumpee was born, the doctors told their mother they weighed a whopping 9 pounds and 5 ounces. Because of complications with the birth, she was barely able to hold them for the first three weeks. Every night, she waited with tears rolling down her cheeks for Whumpee’s father to wake and help her lift her crying child.
Her strength returned to her over time. Once she could pick Whumpee up without pain, Whumpee’s mother rarely put them down. She cradled them in her arms and pressed them tightly to her chest to feel their light breaths. Though she pushed the thought from her mind, she knew a day would come soon when her little one would rather sit alone than sleep against her.
The day came faster than Whumpee’s mother had hoped. Whumpee learned to crawl, then to walk, then to run. Their mother realized she hadn’t held her child for more than a week. Only when Whumpee raised their arms to be picked up she couldn’t lift them. Their little one was too big.
After Whumpee finished college, their mother didn’t see them for six months. When they came back to visit, they were the one that lifted her. Working for the FBI had changed them. They weren’t the tiny baby she had carried. Whumpee had grown strong, but their eyes were tired.
Whumpee’s mother could remember what it felt like to support the weight of her baby. By the end of the first five weeks, their whole body weighed 11 pounds and 4 ounces. It was all she could think about as she supported Whumpee’s head, protecting it as she helped the others lower Whumpee’s injured body to the floor. Their head was the same fragile weight as their whole body back then.
Whumpee had nearly given their life to protect her. She would see it every night as she waited for them to wake up. She cried each time as she pressed their hand to her chest and listened to the quiet beeping of their heartbeat measured on the machine.
They shot him and had the audacity to miss the vital spots
i went out for milk and ended up making like 6 new friends, marching in a parade, reuniting with one of my childhood friends, watched a drag queen eviserate a piñata and also forgot to buy the milk
i love love love when whumpees curse out their whumper. blood trickling out with their words, teeth bared and every sound vicious. and when the whumper replies by leaning in with the smallest of smiles and strokes their face. “careful.”
and whumpee whimpers. shrinking back, the bite in their eyes fading into terror. crying, shaking, pleading.
I was wondering when I would see something like this pop up LMAO
If only the sirens had told Odysseus about the route that involves this guy instead:
