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Damn... Can we- Can we get a continuation of this? Please?

Snippet #19

AAAHHHH I'M LATE UPLOADING THIS

"There's a lot more to this job than just fighting," the superhero explained, one hand pressed against the hero's back as they moved down the dark alleyway, practically knowing the route by heart now. "Sometimes it's better to use our voices than our fists. Diplomacy. Negotiating with an enemy is never easy, nor is it done often, but there are some cases where it is necessary."

"Like Supervillain," the hero said.

The superhero nodded. "Exactly like Supervillain. Believe me when I say that fighting them isn't worth it - even a victory would be a hollow one at that. Villains with power like their's need to be kept at bay at all costs: the people always come first, Hero. No matter what."

"So, that's what we're here to do, isn't it? T-To negotiate?"

"Yes. Don't worry, I'll do all the talking." The superhero suddenly stopped beside a door, opening it to reveal a narrow staircase. They motioned for the hero to go down, the other gulping a little but moving forwards all the same. "All you have to do is watch quietly and follow my direction."

"I'm meant to be like a witness, right? Just stand there and look pretty for legal purposes?" the hero joked lightly, trying their best to stave off their nerves.

Behind them the corners of the superhero's lips curled upwards in an amused grin. "Yes, something like that."

"I bet the paperwork for this kind of thing is hell," the hero continued. "How often does Supervillain request something from us?"

"Once a year. Twice if they're feeling particularly greedy."

"And what do they ask for? Money, or - I don't know - jewels? Free dental care?"

The superhero merely hummed in response. "You'd be surprised..."

At the bottom of the stairs was a dingy corridor leading into a small, circular room. The walls and floor were concrete - the air cold. Across from them was a second entrance practically identical to the one they'd come through and right at it's threshold stood the supervillain, leaning casually against the doorframe whilst they eyed the watch on their wrist.

"Cutting it a little close, aren't we, Superhero?" they asked. "A few minutes more and I'd have grown impatient."

Their tone seemed to be teasing but there was an edge to it that made the hero shiver, forcing them to take a small step back. The superhero, however, was undeterred.

"I'm never late," they said bluntly.

The supervillain let out a small huff of breath. A laugh or a scoff, the hero couldn't tell, but it hardly seemed to matter when the supervillain's gaze shot upwards, first surveying the superhero and then the slightly smaller figure beside them. They smiled wide, eyes roaming up and down the hero's frame with great interest, the sudden attention enough to make the other squirm on the spot.

"Well, in any case," the supervillain said, standing straight and taking a step forward, "I see you've brought me what I asked for."

The words washed over the hero like ice. Their mouth dropped open and their eyes went wide, turning to the superhero beside them in search of reassurance only for the other to refuse to even look at them.

"S-Superhero? I- I thought we were here to - to negotiate," the hero said.

They were ignored.

"Oh, but we have negotiated," the supervillain supplied instead, eyes still fixed upon the hero with what the other could only describe as a look of hunger. "This, dear pet, is the trade."

The hero shook their head, trying to take another step back only for the superhero to catch their arm.

"No," they said. "No, no, no - you can't. This - you're lying: Superhero, they're lying, right?"

Finally, their superior turned to them, face expressionless as they held the hero's gaze. "The people come first, Hero. No matter what: the people come first."

They let go then, gesturing vaguely to the supervillain in front of them.

"Go," they ordered.

"B-But I--"

"Go."

If they noticed the hero's tears their didn't comment on it.

For a second, the hero simply stood frozen - a numbing surge of betrayal sweeping through them. They knew they couldn't run; knew that they'd be overpowered in seconds if they even tried and if they did then would that...would that be classed as treason? They would be disobeying a direct order from their superior: refusal to follow through was seen as an act of villainy - they'd have their heroic status ripped from them.

The people come first, Hero.

Shakily, they took a step forward. Then another. Their gaze fixed down upon the floor, vision slowly getting blurrier as more tears caught in their eyes.

No matter what: the people come first.

Sacrifice one to save many. The hero guessed it made sense - tried to persuade themself that it made sense. This was just a part of the job. They were just...

Doing...

Their...

Job.

They stopped when the supervillain's boots came into view.

The hero didn't even need to look up to know that the other was smiling down at them - could practically feel the intensity with which the supervillain looked upon them. They jumped sharply as a hand came up to play with their hair, holding their breath as the supervillain began stroking them like they were some kind of pet - another hand coming up to wipe away the tears that fell down the hero's cheeks.

"Hush now, it's alright," the supervillain cooed. "I am going to take such good care of you..."

"You better," the superhero inserted suddenly, and the hero could have sworn the other used to have so much more warmth in their voice than this. "They're meant to last you the year. I won't react kindly if you go back on our deal a fourth time."

Fourth?

God, how many other people had been sacrificed already? Where were they now? The superhero had said they were meant to last a year but what did that mean - what did it mean? Were they going to die?!

The hand stroking through the hero's hair stopped. Slowly their head was tilted upwards, and their eyes were forced to meet the supervillain's.

"Oh, they'll last me," the other said with confidence. "After all, I picked them for a reason - you told me yourself, Superhero: this one does not break easily... Unless I get bored of them, I'll drag them out for as long as I can."

this is your reminder to write whatever the hell you want. if you’ve been debating on wether or not to write that fic don’t think twice. just do it. it’s your blog. your idea. write it. share it. no more excuses!

Free the toes!

Why not? You scared?

No, we barefoots don't take our socks off in other people's homes. But toes are meant to be free to wiggle around and feel the cool floor of our own safe home.

No. You’re wrong. No. Toes deserve to be hidden away behind the comfort of socks forever.

STRIKE Issue #1

*Panel shows a riot of civilians in front of the city hall. SPECTRE is not yet a hero.*

SPECTRE: Please everyone!

Calm down please!

CIVILIAN ONE: We don't want to be saved by your vigilantes!

CIVILIAN TWO: Are we training our children to send them to their deaths and call them heroes?! That's just wrong!

SPECTRE: Please calm down!

Our cities heroes are only trying to help you!

CIVILIAN THREE: We don't want their help!

CIVILIAN FOUR: They're just freaks the government's using as soldiers!

*OBSIDIAN makes their way through the crowd and to a place everyone can see them.*

OBSIDIAN: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!

CIVILIAN TWO: Oh dear god!

CIVILIAN FOUR: A villain!

OBSIDIAN: Now I would recommend that you all skedaddle. I have some business I need to attend to.

*The crowd all fearfully run away.*

Now we wait for The Actor.

MEANWHILE

*CREAMPUFF, who is not yet CREAMPUFF is heading towards her dance class when she sees THE ACTOR in civvies being suspiciously in a rush.*

CREAMPUFF: Hey Mars!

Where are you off too...?

*THE ACTOR doesn't notice CREAMPUFF and keeps running, CREAMPUFF, suspicious, follows unseen. THE ACTOR runs to the city hall and changes into their uniform before entering.*

THE ACTOR: Obsidian.

OBSIDIAN: Ah, you made it, hero!

I was starting to think you wouldn't show up.

THE ACTOR: Well of course I would show up.

I'm the one who needed to talk to you.

See STRIKE #0

OBSIDIAN: Oh yes, I remember.

Now, what was it that you wanted to discuss?

*CREAMPUFF catches up to THE ACTOR and hides behind a door and watches everything.*

CREAMPUFF: *Whispering, to self* Wait...

Thats The Actor and...

...Obsidian?

Where did Mars go?

THE ACTOR: You'll actually be surprised.

OBSIDIAN: Oh?

THE ACTOR: I want to recruit you. To reform you.

OBSIDIAN: Recruit me? Reform me?

THE ACTOR: Yes.

OBSIDIAN: Now, why would you even want to do that? Hm? Do you think I can really be trusted?

Hero, I'm the bad guy, in case you forgot.

THE ACTOR: Listen, Guy has gone missing.

I didn't have much connection with him after his retirement but I know he wasn't the most social person.

During his hero days you were who we fought against the most.

I don't know...

...I thought you would know something about him or where he might go after studying him for so long.

*Panel shows shock on both OBSIDIAN and CREAMPUFFs faces.*

OBSIDIAN: My...

CREAMPUFF: *Whispering, to self* Guy...is...gone...?

OBSIDIAN: Well...

...That is certainly some interesting news.

THE ACTOR: So...

...What do ya say?

OBSIDIAN: I don't think the public will be very happy if I were to play hero.

THE ACTOR: If you help me with a missing persons case as big as this I'll see what i can do about getting you pardoned.

OBSIDIAN: I doubt you'll do that.

You don't even trust me, do you?

THE ACTOR: I do trust you.

OBSIDIAN: Then prove it.

THE ACTOR: How about I make you a deal?

If you join me, I'll tell you who's behind the mask.

*OBSIDIAN smiles.*

OBSIDIAN: Alright, hero.

You've got yourself a deal.

*THE ACTOR and OBSIDIAN shake hands to seal the deal.*

OBSIDIAN: So now tell me, who are you?

*THE ACTOR slowly takes off their mask*

CREAMPUFF: *Gasp. Whispering, to self.* Oh my god...

The Actor is...

THE ACTOR: My name is...

CREAMPUFF AND THE ACTOR: Mars!

*CREAMPUFF was a little to loud and was heard by THE ACTOR catching their attention. THE ACTOR suddenly looks toward the door, CREAMPUFF covers her mouth in fear.*

THE ACTOR: I'm sorry, I thought I heard something.

OBSIDIAN: *In awe* ...Your beautiful.

THE ACTOR: Hm?

*THE ACTOR quickly turns back to face OBSIDIAN who is slowly reaching their arm towards THE ACTOR who takes a large step back.*

OBSIDIAN: I thought you trusted me.

*THE ACTOR leans forwards to show trust and OBSIDIAN tucks a few strands of hair behind THE ACTORs ears, holding their face.*

OBSIDIAN: Heh, I didn't know you had freckles...

...They're cute.

*THE ACTOR smiles. OBSIDIAN takes off their own mask and leans in for a kiss. THE ACTOR pulls away.*

THE ACTOR: Well, um uh. Good to know your on the team...

...I've got a uh, few more people to talk to so um I'll stay in touch...

*THE ACTOR puts both of their masks back on to hide the fact that they are currently a blushing mess as they head toward to window and pull out a grappling hook.*

OBSIDIAN: But...

THE ACTOR: Good bye!

*THE ACTOR grapples away. OBSIDIAN throws their mask down and sit on the windowsill.*

OBSIDIAN: Stupid!

Ugh! what is wrong with you that was a stupid move!

*CREAMPUFF looks back at her dance bag and thinks hard while staring at a dark blue crop top with a heart logo.*

LATER

*Panels show THE ACTOR arrive at a cabin house on the outskirts of town and an apartment door, both residents answer.*

THE ACTOR: Hello...

...V.

...Bug.

I am putting together a team to search for a missing persons and I am well aware of your abilities.

BLURRY FACE: My abilities? I-I don't know what your talking about...

...You must have the wrong person.

SPECTRE: Missing? Who's gone missing?

THE ACTOR: V, I am well aware that you have been following Guy and I for the past few years.

I know very well about the powers of your incense and crystals as well.

Guy has gone missing, I need your expertise to help find him.

SPECTRE: I'm not so sure if I'm the right person for this, don't get me wrong I would love to help but...

There is nothing special about me.

BLURRY FACE: And all this time I thought I was being sneaky.

Ok, I'll help!

THE ACTOR: Nonsense. I've heard about how you can calm a crowd and that you are incredibly handy with a computer.

We could use a tech expert on our team.

SPECTRE: Wow, thats really an honor...

...I would love to join you! Thank you so much for this opportunity!

THE ACTOR: Perfect!

*THE ACTOR hands them both a card.*

THE ACTOR: Meet me at this address on saturday next week at exactly 4:45.

Don't be late.

BLURRY FACE: Will do!

SPECTRE: Thank you! I'll be there!

LATER

*OBSIDIAN is stopped in an alleyway by CREAMPUFF in a makeshift uniform made from her dance clothes.*

OBSIDIAN: And who might you be?

CREAMPUFF: I'm no one.

But...

*CREAMPUFF threatenly leans in toward OBSIDIAN.*

CREAMPUFF: If you dare hurt Mars.

I'll kill you.

*OBSIDIAN nonchalantly pushes CREAMPUFF back with one hand.*

OBSIDIAN: Calm down, creampuff.

You got nothing to worry about.

*OBSIDIAN walks away.*

CREAMPUFF: Sure.

But I'll be watching.

Needed this

I hope every writer who sees this writes LOADS the next few months. Like freetime opens up, no writers block, the ability to focus, etc etc you're able to write loads & make lots of progress <3

Ehehe Obsidian and Guy

Short Prompt #911

"There exists an infinite number of alternate universes…" The villain said, keeping a calm face as they addressed their nemesis. "…And in none of them, do you get any bitches."

Redesigned The Actor, Creampuff and Obsidian from my original comic STRIKE again. My last redesigns were in June I think, these aren't much different but I find them to be a lot neater and less clustered. I really need to get back to writing STRIKE again and I promise I will I'm just kind of busy with theater at the moment ...

I hope you guys like the designs! What do ya think?

It’s that time of year, again!

In Honour of Pride Month, Enjoy Free to use Pride Banners!

You guys seem to love my banners so, I made some to celebrate pride month! These are free to use for whatever you'd like! (Non-commercial) Credit is appreciated but not necessary <3