#<-- TECHNICALLY

[riccardus]

this appeared to me in a dream

[sergle]

AAAUUUGHGHHGHGHHH

[nhura]

study/redraw of ratio, titled as Illustration2[Restore]* because I guess I got it out of my system weeks ago and cannot be trusted to finish below the collar LOL

next time. I have to capitalize on that reflective glow he has in the gold/orange inner ring of his eyes, because AUUUUUUUUUUGHHHHH he vexes me

[thedo0zyslider]

Mcyt4t Week Day One: Egg Cracking

Dressing up as Griande made him realize something :]

[lesbiaeneas]

what the fuck did vergil mean by making the trojans hold games “on the shore of actium.” like. actium. of all places.

[angelonasher]

About the ask game, why does evil X have a pink shirt?

[said ask game]

It's the Wormman merch that Xisuma bought Ex in that one episode! I headcannon that it's the only t-shirt Ex owns.

[glitzybunny]

A Mock of Morality

or “You are my hero” (which was part of the prompt I think, or something close to that sdjhbgshjkdf)

Can’t really decide on a name for this short little thing dfkjhbgfdhbjg

Um parts of this are really vague but I would like to reiterate that it wasn’t supposed to be anymore than like something even shorter than this thing and was supposed to be for practice, however, I got carried away-

Well uhhhh here pffff AAAAAA

--- The battle was finally over.

What had felt like a centuries-long feud between the utmost good and the utmost evil had finally ended.

“How do you yield?” the villain stood over the hero’s limp and almost lifeless body laying flat on the ground, their face muddled in the dirt and ash, eyes closed. The villain, almost confused by the lack of response, nudges the hero with the tip of their long pointed boots. “Hello? I said, How. Do. You. Yield.” they said in a frustrated tone. Still no response.

The villain let out a long, drawn-out breath, pulling their face down in annoyance, “Come now, you’re better than that; don’t just leave me hanging here! This is history in the making!” the villain yelled in a mock of manic enthusiasm and hysterics, throwing his arms in the air, laughing crazily like no tomorrow.

As his laughter slowly pittered out, the villain looks down at the hero. He had still not moved a muscle; the villain’s eyes, once brimmed with mischief, were now filling with a touch of concern.

“I know you’re there...”

He crouches down, turns the hero over, and gently moves the hero’s head to face him with one of his hands, and they drop their sword in the other, checking the hero’s pulse.

‘Hmm, good... He seems to be alright.’ he lets out a relieved sigh. ‘Just unconscious, they’re probably going to suffer from a nasty concussion once they wake up,’ the villain thought as they rubbed off the blood that had stained the hero’s cheek.

The villain looks around the surrounding area, the now abandoned part of the city covered in a flurry of flame, ash and rubble. The scent of burnt wood and the sound of distant police cars honestly gave them a sense of serenity and calm.

It looks like no one is around; better be quick before that changes.

The villain carefully puts his arms under the hero’s own arms and legs, picking them up into a bridal carry—time to get a move on.

The villain wasn’t sure what he was doing at this point; it was quite a feat to be able to defeat the hero like this. Despite officially achieving what could only be called ‘every villain’s best dream’, they didn’t really want to finish the job.

A part of them had become acquainted and fallen in love with the routine of creating ridiculous plans in order to face off against this world’s most powerful. To watch the effort of his arch nemesis go through the effort to take him down to save whatever place that had inevitably just been caught in the crossfire to face each other off.

Even though the villain had lost, a part of him was filled with joy; a part of him felt like he was the one that truly won. But now, now is a different story.

Now by the actual definition, he had won. But it didn’t feel right.

“You’re lucky that it’s just me and no one else. Had it been some other conniving maniacal villain, you may not have secretly made it out alive… hmm...” He quietly breathed out.

The hero quietly stirred in his arms. “Shhh shhh shhh, don’t worry, I’m getting there, hush now”, the villain cooed at him. A fancy limo with the villain’s signature dark red and purple hues pulled up before them.

“Sir! Congratulations on your big success!” They take a small party popper out of the front pocket of their suit and pop it, getting confetti all over the front passenger seat. ”I never doubted you for a second, boss! I knew that this was gonna be the one!” the villain’s enthusiastic henchmen exclaimed and whistled in delight; however, their expression dropped into confusion when they realised what, and more importantly, who, the villain was carrying.

The villain quietly and cautiously attempts to open the door with the hero in his arms, shifting slowly into the back seat so as not to further harm or wake the passed-out heroine. Not yet saying a word. He lays the hero onto the seat, letting his head rest on their lap.

The curious henchman looks into the rear-view mirror as the villain dramatically moves his finger to his lips. “Shhhh~” He exaggerates whilst winking at the henchman. The loyal henchman turns back toward the road and shrugs as she shifts out of park and goes into drive.

The villain supposed that they were probably to be asked many questions once they arrived safely at their destination.

-

The hero had finally arisen from his slumber, or maybe more so, from his small coma; for he had nearly been out for a week.

He was unaware of where he was or what he was doing here, but it was not because he hadn’t been here before.

The villain strolls in, full of enthusiasm, dressed head to toe in his best outfit. However, every outfit they had was really his best outfit. Despite the gusto, he had held quite a sombre expression.

He put his head in his hands, letting out the loudest sigh known to man; once he did so, he removed his hands, and he had wholly wiped any trace of sadness and concern on his face off like it was never there.

The villain slowly turns to the bed and jumps in shock. “Ah! You’re finally awake! I thought you were about to cross the border into the heavens. I’m glad you’re alright, sweetness~” he stifled a giggle, giving the hero a weirdly soft look. The hero looked around the room, confused.

“Oh, you might be wondering what you’re doing here in my guest chamber, I suppose.” The villain hummed. “Well, you see, I thought I would take matters into my hands and decided to take care of you instead of some petty old hospital.” He crossed his arms, distaste for hospitals marking his words. “They probably would have given you special treatment, but I think my treatment is a WHOLE lot more special~ Don’t you think?” He waited for the hero’s response.

“…Who… Who are you?” the hero said with a shake in his voice.

“I beg y- excuse me? Who am I? WHO AM I??? HOW DARE YO-” a tear drips down the hero’s cheek.

“I’m… I’m really sorry; it’s just- I’m having trouble even remembering who I am… Who- who am I? Are you my partner or something?” More tears streamed from his eyes; he felt so embarrassed and lost.

Was he joking? Did… Did the hero really lose all his memory after the battle?

What… What does a villain even do in this situation? What would anyone say in this situation?

The villain was at a loss for words. He adjusted his glasses as he walked over to what was supposed to be his arch-nemesis and sat next to him on the bed. “I-” the villain thought about his words carefully. What he says next could ultimately change everything if he so wished.

He could recruit them, but who would they fight? Would it be right to even lie to them like that? Why was he even questioning the morality of the situation? He was the villain, for crying out loud! He could be a non-stop evil machine! He could achieve even more than he already has. He could do anything he ever wanted!

But what did he even want?

“I guess you’re concussion has struck your memory… And here I thought you were completely alright or at least going to be… This is all my fault” All the sombre and sadness rushed right back.

“I’m sure it wasn’t your fault-” the once hero moved closer and softly rubbed the back of the villain’s back in small circles. The villain laughed at the comment.

“I see it hasn’t kicked your naivety. I liked that about you” they gave him a quick look before ultimately looking away. “You have no idea who I am or what I am capable of, not anymore, at least...” there was a long silence. A silence of contemplation. A silence of indecision. A silence of confusion and a flurry of mixed emotions.

“Perhaps we can get your memory back in due time, for now. Let’s get you some food. You’re probably starving! And very dehydrated!” the villain stands abruptly, making pace to the door. “Are you alright to get up?” The villain looks at him, and the hero thinks about it for a second.

“I think I’ll be alright, yes… But you didn’t answer my question. Who am I?” He replies, now sitting upright.

The villain stifles another laugh and beams a smile. “You are my hero.”

[clubpemguin]

hi

[cheeto-flavoured-pasta]

You will not use AI to get ideas for your story. You will lie on the floor and have wretched visions like god intended

[scurvyboy]

they would get along i think

[carrotchipper]

You won! The enemy Red Dragon dropped something! (Gained 20,000 EXP and Falin's Body)

[sergle]

btw I'm getting rid of The Green Dress- this dress served me very well pre-breast-reduction, but now it would probably be better for some other big bittied bitch!

[mangozic]

my dead goth son and his friendly neighborhood personified concept of insanity

[thedo0zyslider]

HermitxPlanttober Redraw Day 18: Frog x Sunflower

[max1461]

Disgust has absolutely no ethical weight. If you are basing your ethical positions on the emotion of disgust you should stop, it is entirely unjustified and leads to a huge amount of harm.