#Villain and his right hand man

[spoopieere]

My dumbass NEEDS to draw something sweet, something fluffy, something that’s related to Preston and Jesse okay goodbye see y’all in a few days wow

[queen0fm0nsterz]

Ended up pirating all of Hazbin for the sake of my younger days (used to be a fan when I was around 14/15, before all the stuff with Viv came out) and I am so surprised by how I felt... nothing for the most part. Like a lot of the show's storylines feel like they was crammed in there with no real pacing. A lot of this should have been season 2 territory, which is a sentiment I've seen echoed around, but also... it feels as if the show is trying to be episodic while also having a long narrative thread, which just doesn't work with just 8 episodes. Especially not when paced like this. So I kinda ended up feeling nothing for the most part. All the events got a "Oh, great, so what?" reaction out of me because there was little to no buildup to most of them.

Sir Pentious was always a fave of mine so I was glad to see they kept him around and, though I think we should have had more episodes with him as a villain, I think how he ended up was fitting for what little of an arc he had. I am livid about what they did to Cherri and Mimzy.

I fucking loved Mimzy, I have no idea why they sent her away -- having someone like her at the Hotel would have been a blast considering how the others are already on the road to redemption. She would have balanced it out by being a regular sinner, someone who doesn't care about redemption and won't probably ever care unless it's in her best interests to. Plus her friendship with Alastor was quite cute, they bounce off of each other very well imo. Plus I could see her have a bit of a conflict with both Charlie and Vaggie because of her ways of acting. I'm so sorry they took that from you girlboss.

And Cherri... dear lord where WAS she? She should have been a lot more present. I used to like her relationship with Angel and I even think Cherrisnake is cute conceptually, but both these relationship had... little to no room to breathe imo.

[alittlerobin]

William/Kate

tags: William's manicure word count: 1.4k

“Well, well, isn’t it the robin herself, home so soon. I take it the mission went well?”

Kate turned her focus from bidding goodnight to Harrison and Liam after their return to the castle, instead looking toward Alfons. Whereas they had just gotten home, he was shrugging on his coat, no doubt heading out for yet another night on the town. He said “so soon” but the sun had long set and it wouldn’t be an hour before the clocks chimed midnight. 

She cast him an easy smile. “Yes, thank you. Take care of yourself tonight too.”

“You’re as foolishly kind as ever. As a show of my utmost gratitude, may I advise that you pay a visit to the lounge before you tuck in for the night? You might find your beloved William partaking in something most amusing. Tata for now.”

With that, he swept past her and out of the castle, his coat billowing behind him like raven’s wings. She narrowed her eyes, given that any and all of Alfons’s “amusing” suggestions needed to be taken with a grain of salt and a mountain of caution. However, if Will was there… 

As she’d learned from Liam, it rarely did her good to stifle her curiosity. Besides, there was nothing in the castle that could do her harm, right? …Aside from Roger’s lab and Alfons’s gloveless hands and Jude’s sharp tongue—well, nothing that she hadn’t learned to handle. 

Smoothing down her skirt, she headed to the lounge and indeed found William there. Except he wasn’t alone. 

William sat relaxed in an armchair, a glass of red wine beside him, with his hand stretched out as if in offer. And Ellis, perched on a stool beside him, was holding William’s hand in both of his. He also was slightly hunched over, leaning into William, and—for a split second—it looked as if Ellis was kissing William like a knight paying tribute to a king. But that couldn’t possibly be right. 

For one, Ellis didn’t pull away, maintaining his position as he did something to William’s hand. And two, William’s attention wasn’t even on the younger man, instead shifting to pick up his wine glass and bring it to his regal lips for a long and savoring sip. 

His gaze flickered over to her and the corners of his lips curled over the rim of his wine glass. “Welcome back, my robin.” 

She crossed the room without waiting, as if following a command bidding her to him, and the only thing that kept her from kissing his wine-darkened lips was Ellis muttering a greeting to her as well. 

“What are you doing?” She leaned over and caught a glimpse of a bloodred compact. Ellis was buffing William’s nails, causing a matte red to turn shiny. “Oh, is this how…?”

“My manicure needed a touch-up.” William’s voice was as musical as always. “Ellis noticed and volunteered to help.”

“I thought it’d make him happy,” Ellis explained, as if there were any other reason for why he did things. 

“Indeed. He’s doing a fantastic job. Don’t you think so, Kate?”

Nodding, she grabbed another stool from nearby and sat down next to them so she could watch. Ellis had buffed William’s nails to shiny perfection, then gently turned William’s hand so he could do the same to his thumb. And, for the first time ever, she saw the natural pink of William’s nails. 

“Wow…” Somehow, the actual color felt unreal. 

She’d heard from Liam that some French theatre actors he’d met had colored nails, and apparently there was a growing trend among noblewomen of using powders to pinken their nail beds to achieve the perfect manicured look, but she had never witnessed it herself. Of course, outside of William. She’d noticed his red nails, just as she’d noticed his eyes, the evening they’d met and yet they seemed to be such a natural part of him that she never gave it much thought. A dark part of her had simply assumed that his hands had been stained by blood so often and for so long that the color had engrained itself in him as a permanent reminder of his sins. Seeing it actually being done was fascinating. 

William set his wine glass down on a small table beside his chair and there Kate noticed the manicure kit. It was standard, with cuticle pushers, snips, and a nail file amongst other things. Next to it were two compacts—one containing a bloodred powder and the other that resembled a cuticle cream. 

“Is this always how you color them?” Kate asked, watching in fascination as Ellis started the process by nimbly rubbing a very thin layer of cream onto William’s nail. 

“Yes.” William nodded. “Sometimes my maid will do it, sometimes I’ll do it myself. Victor is actually quite skilled at it himself, but our darling Reaper has been a tad too busy of late to indulge me. I was thinking to do them myself tonight, but Ellis beat me to it.”

“I don’t mind,” Ellis reassured, working with steadfast dedication. He dabbed the red powder over the top of the cream, building up the color until it was dark and foreboding. Cleaning the bit of excess traces off William’s skin, he then went over the nail with a strip of buffer leather until it set and shone. Now that she thought about it, Jude also had perfectly manicured nails which she’d considered a bit odd before, but perhaps this was the reason why: Ellis. “There, all done.”

William took his hand back from Ellis, curling his fingers into his palm as he inspected them with a hum. “Stunning. Don’t you think so, Kate?”

She did, nodding her compliments to Ellis who was wiping his hands clean on a small towel. 

“Hey, Will… How happy are you right now?”

“What do you think, my dear boy?”

“Hmmm… Very happy, but not quite enough.” Ellis’s words formed a statement rather than a question. Kate couldn’t stop her gaze from flickering to the sheathed knife strapped to Ellis’s thigh. Ever since William had explained to her the contract between Ellis and Jude, she had the sense that the right—or the wrong—answer to that particular question would result in a happy ending only for one person. 

William chuckled in confirmation. “You did a fantastic job. Thank you, Ellis.”

“Anytime.” Ellis shuffled off with a small smile, quietly wishing them both goodnight before he disappeared down the hall.  

With him gone, Kate moved her stool closer to William and took his hand. She skimmed her fingertips over his newly recolored nails, but her skin came back clean without any transfer. The color really was the perfect red, deep and haunting. “You know, Alfons told me I’d find you in here.”

“Is that so?”

“I wonder if he thought seeing this would make me jealous…” 

“Did it?”

She paused, considering her feelings. William was so loved, so adored by so many she often felt it a wonder that of everyone who passed through his world, he’d chosen her. And in return, she always wanted to do whatever she could to make herself feel like she deserved it. “Would you mind it if I learned how to do this for you? I… I’d like to be the one you ask from now on.”

“Of course, I’d be honored.”

The sweetness in his voice made her chest warm, affection bubbling up inside her. Maybe she could practice on herself, surprise him with a matching set on their next date. Normally, something like a red manicure would draw far too much attention for her to be comfortable, but if it were for William… There was nothing she wouldn’t do for him. 

“Ah, but what if you’re not around when I’d like them touched up? Will you make me wait?”

“I don’t mind if you ask someone else then. Like Ellis, or Victor. But I’d like to be the one to do this for you when I can.”

William chuckled, slipping his hand out of hers to cup her cheek. He stroked his thumb over it, his long red nail just brushing her skin. “My robin is always so very greedy.”

“And who made me that way?” she asked with a smile, tipping her face into his touch.

“Hmm, I wonder… A man just as selfish, no doubt.” 

She laughed and leaned in, catching his lips with her, just as greedily as he'd taught her to be. 

[kanerallels]

For @laughingphoenixleader, who requested Kanej in a superhero/villain au

(tw for vague mentions of drug deals and human trafficking, though there's nothing explicit)

The streets of Chicago were clogged with criminals. One couldn’t take a step without seeing a carjacking, a drug sale, a mugging. It was the perfect place for a criminal enterprise to begin and flourish.

It shouldn’t have been a surprise to anyone, then, when someone other than the corrupt law enforcement rose up to stop them.

The Wraith. No one had seen her face, but everyone knew the name. A figure in dark clothing, using knives and carrying out judgment against the traffickers and the dealers before disappearing into the shadows again. Those who used humans as a commodity seemed to be the biggest targets.

Which was lucky for the city’s latest big player.

“Kaz Brekker,” Inej murmured, studying the blurry image on the computer screen. He looked young, though how old she couldn’t tell with the quality of the photo. All that was really obvious was dark clothing and hair, a pale face, and the cane in his gloved hand. Both of which look…familiar.

“Why is he on our radar?” she asked Nina, who was slouched in the wheeled chair in front of the computer.

The young woman shrugged. “Possibly because he’s the main suspect in seventeen different robberies, but no one’s been able to prove it. Or because his right hand man shoots like no human being should be able to. There’s also the fact that he sprouted up out of nowhere overnight. Looks like he took control of Per Haskell’s gang, but he was there all along. We just didn’t see him until now.”

Inej frowned. “Why?”

Getting up from her chair, Nina headed towards the kitchenette in the corner of the basement room Inej used as her headquarters. “Probably because he didn’t want to be seen. And you’ve had other, bigger problems on your mind. Toaster waffle?”

Absently, Inej waved her off, mind spinning. Kaz Brekker. If his plan was to set himself up as the crime lord of the city, that could be a problem. Especially if he was as good as Nina said he was. “I might have to pay him a visit,” she muttered, more to herself than anyone else.

Nina answered anyway as she popped two waffles into the toaster. “Just do me a favor and don’t get stabbed. I have class tonight, and stitching you up doesn’t actually count as homework.”

Despite her cavalier words, Inej could hear the concern hiding behind them, and she smiled. “I’ll be careful, Nina. I promise.”

The other woman didn’t look overly comforted, but nodded all the same.

Later that night, after Nina had cajoled her into eating and resting, then swept off to her night class at Ravka University, Inej slipped out of her civilian clothes and into her suit. It wasn’t quite Superman quality, but the clothing was comfortable and good for sneaking and climbing. She checked to make sure her knives and gear were all secure, and set off into the night.

Brekker seemed to have set up shop at the Crow Club downtown. Inej knew of the place, but Per Haskell—the former owner—had never caused enough trouble for her to have risked the trip, not yet. She’d had bigger prey to track.

Slipping in was a simple matter. One of the windows was unlocked, and Inej eased through into what looked like an office. A desk lined with papers and books stood in the middle, with a cot pushed up against one wall. Does Brekker live here?

A key clicked in the lock, and Inej ghosted into a dark corner, keeping her steps quiet and smooth. A second later, the door swung open, and Kaz Brekker stepped inside, limp obvious, cane swinging.

She caught the barest glimpse of pale skin and high cheekbones before his back was to her, standing at the desk. His movements precise, he flipped through a file, gloved fingers tapping against the outside.

The tapping paused, and his head lifted a little. Then he spoke, his voice rasping and rough.

“The Wraith, I presume.”

How did he know I was here? Inej brushed aside the surprise. There was no use in pretending now. She moved out of the shadows, and Brekker turned to face her.

Inej’s heart skipped a beat. Not for any silly, romantic reasons—though the young man facing her was handsome enough, in a severe way. He was all sharp angles and dark shades, his dark brown eyes taking her in like she was a problem to be solved.

No, the reason her heart skipped a beat was because she knew him.

She hadn’t known his name at the time. But they’d met once, years ago. Before Inej became the Wraith, before she’d escaped the life that had driven her to take this path.

The police had found her. An undercover cop, Detective Nazyalensky, had made contact, and promised her that if she informed on Heleen and her entire organization, she would go free. Inej had been going to meet her the day of the bust when Heleen had summoned her into her office.

She’d known. Inej was sure of it, and if she went into that office, she would be beaten, or sold, or worse. Fear had threatened to choke her, and she’d wavered. Should she run? But she wouldn’t have made it, not if Heleen wasn’t distracted.

And then he’d walked in. He couldn’t have been more than sixteen, but carried himself like a full grown man. But he didn’t look at the girls as he came in, and that struck Inej as curious. The other customers ogled freely.

Maybe he wasn’t a customer. Perhaps he was one of the information dealers who came to Heleen for what the girl’s customers knew. In which case…

She moved toward him quietly, her feet brushing the floor. He was standing at the door of Heleen’s office, facing away from her when she said, “I can help you.”

He’d been startled when he turned to face her, though it faded quickly. He’d lifted an eyebrow, looking a little curious when Heleen’s voice had rung out from the office.

“Enough hiding, little lynx! I said I wanted to see you, and I want to do it now.”

Inej had flinched, unable to prevent the visions flooding her mind. The boy facing her frowned, just a little. Then, he’d spoken. Not to her, but to Heleen.

“You have an appointment to keep with me, Heleen. Haskell won’t wait forever.”

Grumbling, Heleen had appeared at the office door and waved for the boy to follow her in. Before he moved away, the boy had looked at her. “Don’t let them see your tell,” he’d said, voice too quiet to Heleen to make out. “And don’t look back.”

He’d entered the office, and Inej knew. It was time to run.

And so she did. She made it, and Heleen was locked up 24 hours later. Inej was free, and it was thanks to the actions of a stranger.

He had, whether he knew it or not, been the reason she’d gotten away, the reason she’d been able to tell the police everything.

His eyes narrowed a little as he looked at her, and for a second Inej thought, He knows. But then—no. He couldn’t. Her face was covered, and it had been close to four years since her escape.

“And you’re Kaz Brekker,” she said, keeping her voice cool. Business like. “The newest boss on the block.”

“Here to stop me?” Brekker asked, an eyebrow going up. “Bring me to justice like the Black Heretic? The Lantsov family?”

“The police took the Lantsov family,” Inej said, and Brekker snorted.

“The police in this town couldn’t solve their way out of a cardboard box. You handed them the arrest.”

He’s smart. “How do you know that?”

“I make it my business to know.” Folding his hands over his cane, he said, “So, what have I done to merit your attention? I thought I’d kept a fairly low profile.”

“You haven’t done anything. Yet,” Inej said, letting her hand rest on the knives at her waist. Brekker’s gaze followed the movement for only a heartbeat before locking back onto her masked face.

“Ah. Threatening me into submission. Interesting method. Unfortunately for you, I have plans that can’t be put on hold. And you don’t kill anyone unless what they’ve done meets your criteria.”

Inej wouldn’t show her surprise. “You’ve done your research.”

“It’s good to know who I’m dealing with. And to know how you intend to be rid of me.” Continuing, he said, “If you were going to kill me, I’d be dead. Everyone you don’t kill gets handed over to the police, and there’s nothing on me for the police.” The thinnest sliver of a smile appeared. “So, Wraith, your threats are to no avail.”

Oh, he could be dangerous. “Then consider this an appeal to your better nature,” Inej told him.

He laughed, sharp and bitter. “I don’t have one.”

“You have common sense. Don’t give me a reason to come after you, and I won’t.” Inej met his gaze, hoping he would see the intent in her eyes.

He was still for a moment, then inclined his head. “Then perhaps I will see you again, Wraith. Or perhaps not. We’ll see what your code dictates.”

Without another word, he turned back to his desk. Inej hesitated for a fraction of a second, then slipped out the window. Activating the ascension cable she wore strapped to her wrist, she fired it and swung out across the city. She needed to find somewhere to think before her nightly patrols began.

She had a feeling then that she would meet Kaz Brekker again. And she truly didn’t know if she hoped for it or dreaded it.

[larissa-the-scribe]

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[nightghoul381]

Happy Birthday Roger!

I have once again taken it upon myself to make an ikevil mans' birthday art shirtless and with nips.... pls enjoy

[spider-man-2o99]

I JUST REALIZED YOUR MIGUEL DRAWING WITH HIM SAYING “i becamed… a vampire” IS CANON NOW! (ignoring reality) that’s exactly what he told gwen when they first met that’s why she’s introducing him as one to everyone else

dbjkbdjCKBJKDBJCDBCJCDJKJKDBCB GOD.,,, miguel voice okay shes like 16 what is the least-traumatic way to phrase the events that transpired when i got Spidered for someone who is both a Stranger and an Infant. uh . shock. okay. so, heyyy, tell me, gwen, have you ever, uh. ever heard of Those Feratu-

[duckapus]

Spider-Candace encounters the Impossible Man and is... notably unimpressed. She's only got room in her life for two guys with unusually shaped heads who regularly do the impossible, and frankly actual children who manage it with science and no (relevant) powers are far more impressive than an alien man-child who can just do it with a wave of his hand.

As you can imagine, Ol' Impy doesn't take that kind of immediate dismissal well.

[lieutenantselnia]

Random screenshot dump of Heinz because I've been thinking a LOT about him again recently <3

[nerenda]

Sometimes I remember that Jamil is 17 years old and has had a job looking after Kalim basically 24/7 for years, his childhood spent making sure this other child stays alive and safe from assassination attemps while also managing their mundane things. And while I refuse to believe there weren't adults involved while Kalim lived in the Asim household, that is still absolutely an undue pressure to place onto a child - not to mention the whole child labor aspect of it.

And every time I dwell on it I'm just all

But also I want to punch every single adult involved who decided that this was a totally good and a normal idea and there's nothing wrong whatsoever with this arrangement.

[ganymedesclock]

So I've been manufacturing a take for a while and the take is, I think that it's really tempting for people to blame themselves for things.

The video I just reblogged mostly discusses how the 'law of attraction' can be self-justifying self-defending, "I have good things because I'm a good person and my benevolence spills into the world and fetches me good things," but I think there's a whole other way that it appeals to people too.

Let's say hypothetically, I got a scary doctor's test. (pure hypothetical, I'm fine.) Or I had a friend who I hung out with for years who was extremely hurtful and suddenly I've realized this and have to get over them. (not hypothetical, this did happen to me in the past)

Ironically, sometimes, "this was all my fault!" can be me flattering myself.

The self-loathing component is obvious. I'm absolving that friend of any real wrongdoing, the PROBLEM was just that I mismanaged them. Sickness and disability isn't something that just happens to people because our bodies are extremely complicated things and stagger forwards through a pretty impressive span of time, not to mention wear and tear and genetics- no, it's because I didn't eat enough kale or do enough yoga.

But there's a sneaky reassurance twisted in there. The reassurance is this-

The upsetting thing that happened to me? Doesn't have to ever happen again.

And I think this is the big allure of the Law of Attraction. It can often pull in people who are unhappy or vulnerable just as much as it can people who don't want to feel bad about how good they have it (and quite often these categories overlap) with the seduction that you could prevent every sad thing that's ever happened in your life by doing [x].

It's the same hook that diet culture has (afraid of being treated the way society treats fat people, or afraid of the idea fatness is inherently unhealthy? Well you can control an uncontrollable factor of people's genetics by Simply Doing This One Little Trick), it's the same hook a lot of things have. Take this little bitter pill of self-loathing and blame, sugarcoated in the reassurance that YOU have the power to fix this.

And look. I'm not saying that we never have any ability to change, or culpability related to, what happens to us. Sometimes I fender bender my car because I was driving a little too fast and I have to be more careful in the future. But that's not what people pull out Law of Attraction for. It's the lottery. It's a bonus at work. It's god putting their sickness into remission for them. And those little bitter pills really, really start to add up.

In every context I've seen the law of attraction, I've seen also a concept of the divine plan, that your soul agreed to have some things happen to it for its own good. Which is a handy rationale for why this doesn't work out. What do you mean your hip is still deteriorating? You're such a good person! You prayed the right way! Well, maybe it was a Soul Plan. Your eroding cartilage is basically just a lesson to teach you... something.

But the reassurance that something isn't your fault comes with its own bitter pill. It means, sometimes, there's actually nothing you could have done to prevent it. "You aren't suffering because you're a bad person" can mean "there is nothing you can do to guarantee your current suffering will never touch you again," and it can mean, "the bad things that happened to you weren't selected lovingly for your character arc, they just happened and any good you made out of them, you made. Frida Kahlo and Vincent Van Gogh didn't struggle with agony of one form or another as some kind of seasoning for their artistic journey. Sure, if Kahlo's spinal health was better we would not have had The Broken Column the way that it was, but this does not mean her body was broken by a benevolent god because it was her job to be an artist.

That's actually an upsetting world and not one I want to live in or entertain as a hypothetical. By this rationale, if someone died suddenly in a tragic accident, they might have been chosen to die at this age because their funeral will make something else work out just right... and that's more important than any loose ends of their personhood and feelings.

We are active participants in an unstable world. Not everything that happens to us means we secretly wanted or agreed to it and it definitely doesn't reflect on our ideological worth.

[entitydark]

I FINALLY FINISHED PoP AND ITS SO GOOOOD!!!

I WAS CRYYYYYIIIINNNNGGGGG!!! 😭😭😭😭😭🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩😆😆😆😆🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯👍👍👍👍👍👍👍

BEST BOOK EVER!!! 💕💕💕❤️❤️❤️❤️💜💜💜💜❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥💖💖💖💘💘💘💗💗💗💞💞💞💜🤍🩶🖤🩷🩷🩷❤️❤️❤️🧡🧡🧡🧡💛💛💛💚💚💚🩵🩵🩵💙💙💙💜💜💜🤎🤎🖤🖤🖤🩶🩶🩶🤍🤍🤍🤍💖💖💝💝💝💝💓💓💗💗💗💗💞💞💞💞💕💕💕💕♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

@jelloapocalypse thank you for making this. The end had me sobbing along with Molly. I can’t wait for whatever else you have planned for this series but I will do so happily for even the speck of a chance to see more.

[themyscirah]

Just saw a bunch of atrocious wonder woman takes and I hate everything

Someone google nearest bridge to jump off of im so done w this

[steavia]

thinking about how lydia, as person, has so much fear and paranoia related to her job and to being caught. it’s not so bad when she’s just doing logistics work for gus; she doesn’t have much direct involvement in crime aside from introducing mike to his job and casually, anxiously providing suggestions for prison hits (”shanking, shivving, whatnot”) to gus when things don’t go well with lalo

and yet, when she inherits gus fring’s job and comes into power as the newest druglord, the top of the foodchain, she is STILL so terrified. her anxiety is worsened. she’s only in this position because she knows gus and helped him set up all of his drug transportation routes. but my god, everything sets her off. her closest friend and ally is dead and she’s on the verge of tears over a restaurant not having her favorite type of tea. she puts hits out on people just because they scare her. she admits\ that she put a hit on mike just because she was scared

imagine you get into organized crime and your boss is a 5′2″ little woman just shy of 35 with sad puppy eyes who’s constantly fidgeting with her hands and fussing over tea sweeteners. she is scared of seeing dead bodies but not scared of making people into dead bodies. she is insane. she is the woman of all time. i want to study her under a microscope

[benevolentvampire]

just saw a youtube short that was like "you thought he was the villain but he's really the victim 😢" about darth vader and im once again just like. no he was definitely the fucking villain lmao

[hauntingblue]

Skypiea time

Robin saying that because I know she only got on a ship to then leave it...

Nami sees Conis and gets sanji out of there so SHE can talk to her akdhksajka not a single second lost

Hello my favourite panel of nami maybe ever

Sillies...

CHOPPER YOU ARE THE CUTEST

Robin throws this guy off a cliff and to make just to make sure she breaks his neck too akdjsksk who is doing it like her???

OMG ACE!!!! IT IS TIME!!!!