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Do you prefer yellow or green?
Yellow when it’s that golden color because it feels like love and smells like home, Green when it’s that deep dark color because it reminds me of secrets and childhood.
I prefer green a lot because it’s a soothing color and I’m loud, though
Hello! (Alternatively titled, send me writing requests please!)
Ok I have been absent for like….a long while, which is partly the fault of the education system. Mostly the fault of it, honestly.
Anyways.
I’ve hit spring break, so I have two weeks of freedom, and that means writing (oh my god, writing). Naturally I have more free time, but I also have several 7 hour plane rides to contend with, and I have this extreme compulsion to write when on airplanes. My notes app will never know peace.
So, to anyone reading this who feels so inclined, please send me writing requests I beg of you (no writing advice asks right now please, I cannot do critical thinking)
Heroes villains sidekicks protag and antag, literally anything. I always enjoy writing asks!
Thank you!
a villain who has cat based powers and a henchman who really like cats . do as you will -🐏
The villain came in through the window, paws pattering onto the floor, and the henchman jerked their head up.
A moment later, they shifted, lounging against the desk as if they hadn’t just gone from cat to human.
The henchman had to look away, fighting a squeal as they flushed furiously.
They had loved cats as a kid—cultivated a hoard of them that amassed in their house no matter how much their parents complained. When they had moved to the city, into a tiny shoebox of an apartment, they had left them all behind. And no matter how many photos their parents sent them, it was never truly enough.
So when the henchman had taken this job, on the tiny scrap of information they were allowed to have “heightened senses, shifting, good pay” they hadn’t known what to expect.
They had not expected a cat.
Thus, the furious fight to not lose their mind.
Out of the corner of their eye, they caught the edge of the villain’s smirk and raised eyebrow.
“Every time I come in here as a cat, your heart rate sky rockets,” the villain observed, and though the henchman hadn’t thought it was possible, they flushed further.
“Umm.” They tried to articulate a response that wasn’t along the lines of senseless mumbling, and amusement settled onto the villain’s face.
The villain pushed themself onto the top of their desk, settling their head into their hands as they sat cross legged.
“I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who loves cats as much as you do,” the villain said. They sounded mildly fascinated.
The henchman was going to die, right there.
“I grew up with um. A lot of cats,” the henchman managed. “I think they’re great.”
The villain looked like they were fighting a smile.
“Always good to find a fan.”
The henchman’s face was on fire.
“That’s not—“
“Mhm.”
“Oh god.” The henchman covered their face with their hands.
The villain laughed.
“You’re fun to mess with, you know that?”
“I’ll have to take your word for it.”
The villain grinned, all Cheshire Cat, and the henchman could imagine a tail swishing. If they looked closely, they could just barely see the diamond shape to the villain’s pupils.
“Whoever hired you is getting a pay raise.”
“I’m-I’m sorry?”
The villain shrugged. “You’re fun. I hate boring people, especially when I have to pay them. How awful is that? Paying for your own boredom. Should be illegal, really.”
“Oh,” the henchman didn’t have a response for that. “And I’m not boring?”
“No, you’re adorable,” the villain waived them off. “Hence the pay raise.”
They searched for something to say, before blurting out, “You really have nine lives?”
“Gathering intel on me, huh?”
The henchman had to sit on their hand to stop themself from slapping it over their own mouth.
“I don’t know why I said that.”
The villain laughed again.
“Enhanced hearing and vision,” they pointed to their own face. “And, of course, the shifting.”
The villain shrugged one shoulder. “As for the nine lives, I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”
“Hopefully not.”
“Awww, you don’t want me to die?”
“I don’t want anyone to die,” the henchman agreed. The villains smile sharpened, all canine teeth.
“So I’m not special, then?”
“No—”the henchman stopped. “You’re messing with me.”
The villain slid off the desk in one fluid movement. “You catch on quick. Come on,” they jerked their head to the door.
The henchman stood eyeing the villain.
“What are we doing?”
“Bank robbery,” the villain said easily. They tilted their head slightly. “Or maybe knocking some construction equipment over. Crane or two, you know?”
The henchman had known about the shifting, but they hadn’t realized just how cat-like the villain was in behavior.
“….Because you’re a cat?”
“No,” the villain blinked. “Because it’s fun.”
Overall, it was the best job the henchman had ever had.