#Villain's View

[villainsview]

All stories start somewhere, but the beginning isn’t always as interesting, so let’s cut right to the chase. That’s also my name, Chase Fetcher, but you’ll find most people just call me Fetch. Now, let’s rush over the important stuff you need to know. * I got my medical degree in the army; * I found out black market organ trade pays much better than a monthly salary; * I got busted and lost everything, but people still wanted my services; * I’m a quick study and expanded my expertise; * Now I’m a modern-day mercenary specialised in kidnapping, “gentle” persuasion, organ harvesting and...waste disposal.

Such goes Fetch's introduction in the first chapter of Villain's View!

Welcome, dear reader, to the VV dedicated blog, where I shall slowly repost each chapter of VV onto tumblr for better readability and accessibility because DeviantArt's mobile access is garbage 🗑️

Some CW: This story contains several uncomfortable themes including: kidnapping, murder, torture, SA, abuse, neglect, blood and gore.

In other words: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT!

Below you'll find the masterlist that will (eventually) link all chapters together. Further down, you'll find extra info on some of the characters, VV-related WIPs I'm working on, other VV-related (crossover) series, mini-series, one shots and information regarding requests.

Requests are currently closed.

Villain's View

Chapter 1 - All Stories Start Somewhere

Chapter 2 - The Blood Under My Nails

Chapter 3 - That's Life

Chapter 4 - It Takes Guts

Chapter 5 - Dig Deep

Chapter 6 - Hit The Road Jack

Chapter 7 - Country Roads...Sorta

Chapter 8 - Take Me Home?

Chapter 9 - Good Soup

Chapter 10 - Don't Go

Chapter 11 - Just Fine

Chapter 12 - Not So Fine

Chapter 13 - Not Fine At All

Chapter 14 - Fine, But...

Chapter 15 - Trust

Chapter 16 - All Stories End Sometime

Villain's View Characters

Main characters:

Chase Fetcher

Erick James

Prominent side characters:

Peter Allard

Matthew Bishop

Keira Thorne

Jack Garland

Tito Rana

Jonas

Ethel

Others:

Mike Tracy

Harrison James

Mercedes Grant

Victim's View: Some Stories Continue - the long-awaited sequel to Villain's View!

Your Move - crossover AU by @scarletfish8eta (complete!) My Move - the thrilling sequel (complete!) Our Move - the chaotic conclusion (complete!) Consequences - the brainrot was real (in progress...) Polycule Harem College Murder Mystery Sitcom (AU) - ...long story (in progress...) Fantasy AU - Where VV and the whole YM plot make a brief cameo (in progress...)

Long story short: Consequences is an AU sequel to the YMO AU and the poly harem college AU is an AU sequel to Consequences.

Medwhump May 2024 - A medical whump event where I chose to focus on the VV universe on my event participation blog: @whumpsmith-participates

The Demona Case The Marz Case The Aquara Case The Carter-McLaughlann Case (scrapped) YMO Xmas Special Dilf in Distress

Requests are currently closed.

Psssst! You! Yeah you! Would you like to hire a professional kidnapper? Follow this link and tell Fetch all the details he needs: Name, age, picture, reason for kidnapping, torture-limits and additional notes. And you just might be his next client! Disclaimer: I have limited spoons and some requests may be rejected. Requests sent while I'm not taking any are automatically rejected.

[whumpsmith]

For the WIP ask game - Victim's View!! Please please please I am so hungry for more! - Whumpty-dumpty-doo

From this game

THE LONG AWAITED VV SEQUEL!!!!

I'm glad you share my excitement!

OK SO Victim's View, as the title suggests, follows Erick's POV. The story starts almost literally where VV left off so we get to see some reflection on Erick's decision to stay with Fetch, and then we see them awkwardly settling into this new dynamic.

We get to see how Erick interprets Fetch's outbursts or sadistic moods and his half-assed apologies. We get to follow his journey in getting to know Fetch better through the lens of the people around him. After all, Fetch doesn't talk much about himself, but Ethel is chatty and then boom. Erick meets his daughter, Jaime.

We see how other people's positive opinions of Fetch warp the way Erick interprets his darker side, and I'm super excited to get that deep into the baby's psyche.

I have the basic story line down, and as soon as I nail the dialogue I can get started on adding more and more details.

Anyway here's a snippet of a first draft:

[lotus-pear]

i love you royal trio (minus akechi)

[kj-beastboy]

I ensued chaos and despair with this in the utopia that is twt, now I'm gonna toss it at y'all too to make sure every last one gets this burned into their retinas

Bonus:

If you feel dysphoric, consider Flug's wisdom🫡 You're cool as hell

[benevolenterrancy]

May your hardened heart be woken By the soft and distant song Of all you left here unspoken All the shards we keep stepping on - Take this body home Take this body home Call the wind, and let her know Take this life outgrown Take this broken soul Call the stars, call them all And take it high, take it far, take it home

[cumforts69]

i forgot i made this help

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Grace Jones as May Day - A View to a Kill (1985)

[piosplayhouse]

Cue Olivia Newton-John Physical

Equality version:

[worldsokayestmagicalgirl]

Day 9 : Embrace

Yeah uh, so Oro Genese's LiuShen Wrecking Ball anamatic is probably my Favorite Anamatic Ever™ and I've wanted to pay tribute to it for a long time. It's not in my normal wheelhouse so I took a long time actually trying to understand anatomy before taking a shot at it.

Over all, I'm pretty happy with it. I'm definitely more of a fluff than spice artist so I think taking a step out of my comfort zone every once in a while is good for me. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ANYWAY GO WATCH THE ANAMATIC ON YOUTUBE IT'S GREAT 💕

Prompt list by jamiedraws on Instagram

[mylittleredgirl]

i’m not going to say the stargate atlantis crew deserve everything bad that happens to them but they deserve at least 40%. probably like 75%.

[villainsview]

Chapter 1

All Stories Start Somewhere

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All stories start somewhere, but the beginning isn’t always as interesting, so let’s cut right to the chase. That’s also my name, Chase Fetcher, but you’ll find most people just call me Fetch. Now, let’s rush over the important stuff you need to know.

I got my medical degree in the army

I found out black market organ trade pays much better than a monthly salary

I got busted and lost everything, but people still wanted my services

I’m a quick study and expanded my expertise

Now I’m a modern-day mercenary specialised in kidnapping, “gentle” persuasion, organ harvesting and...waste disposal.

Now, to the interesting part. I thought it would just be a simple kidnapping. Peter Allard, a big shot in the Phoenix underworld, had some beef with Harrison James, a mediocre but strangely successful businessman. It was probably something about money. I didn’t really care. All I knew was that it was about a sum of three million dollars in ransom and my ten percent cut. All I had to do was snatch up James’ son and hold onto him until the ransom was paid. It would be simple, fast, and have a decent payoff in relation to the difficulty.

But of course it was too good to be true. I hit the first snag while I was stalking the target before abducting him. He was fifteen years old and attended a private school, which I preferred to stay away from. Snatching him at home would be unwise as well, which left me with his commute from home to school and back, because he didn’t come outside much besides that. It wouldn’t have been a problem, if it weren’t for his fucking friend. They were always together outside of school, playing around a bit before parting ways at James’ home. I almost considered just grabbing them both, especially upon finding out the friend would be worth a lot more money, but more money usually meant more trouble. In the end I decided to just eliminate the factor...literally.

It was the day to act. I had the two teens in my sight. I needed to get the blond one in my van, and I had to get rid of the redhead. The pair turned into the alley where they usually hung out after school to kick cans while the redhead secretly smoked. It was a quiet street and an even quieter alley, so all I had to do was park my van by the entrance, and carefully sneak up on them. They both had their backs turned. The redhead was poking a dead rat with a plastic tube he’d probably fished from the trash.

“Matt, stop that, it’s gross,” the blond teen said, holding his shirt over his mouth and nose to avoid having to smell anything.

“You’re not the least bit curious?” the redhead replied, poking a bit more.

“I think I’m going to throw up…”

That was my cue to act. I didn’t want to clean up vomit out of my van again, so I had to distract him from getting sick. The actual kidnapping ought to do the trick. I pulled my gun from its holster under my jacket, taking a couple quiet steps closer as I aimed at the redhead, before pulling the trigger.

BANG

“MATT?!”

The teen released a horrified shriek before I was able to silence him, slapping a hand over his mouth and pressing the gun against his back as I pulled him away from his bleeding friend.

“One more peep and you’ll join your friend in heaven,” I threatened. The boy whimpered, but other than that he settled down a bit, even as I dragged him towards my van, only weakly pulling at my hand which covered his mouth. Upon reaching my van, I swiftly opened the side door and shoved him inside, hopping in after and closing the door to conceal us from sight. The teen pulled himself from my grip and tried to crawl away, but I pulled him back by his ankle, reaching for a roll of tape.

“N-no—” 

It was a brief struggle, but by the end of it I had the boy silenced with a couple strips of tape and had him pinned against the floor of the van as I tightly cuffed his hands behind his back, before padlocking them to a ring in the floor so he couldn’t crawl anywhere else.

“Mmn!”

“Shut up!” I hissed.

I could hear sirens approach, probably alerted by the gunshot, but still added another strip of tape over his eyes for good measure. I gave him a warning slap when he made a little too much noise, before quickly getting behind the wheel and driving off, blending into traffic to avoid any suspicion. An ambulance did rush past me, but I didn’t really see where it went as I was trying to remember the way back to the hideout my client had arranged. North of the city there was a storage lot that had closed down a couple years ago after it went bankrupt. The new owner hadn’t done anything with it...as far as the city was concerned, but apparently Allard rented it out a lot for things like this.

“Mgh!”

“Keep quiet back there! Don’t make me pull over to beat some sense into you!”

I glared at the boy over my shoulder while I could permit it. He’d fallen to his side, pulling uselessly on the cuffs holding him in place. I rolled my eyes, deciding to ignore him for the rest of the drive as I turned the radio up so I could still enjoy some music over his muffled sobbing and snivelling.

When I arrived at the storage lot, I unlocked the fence with the key Allard had sent me and drove my van to the block of units in the back of the lot, the furthest from the road. Away from anyone that might try to play hero. I could park my van inside one of the larger units, making sure I had room to get out and open the side door as well, though not until I had closed the garage door, concealing everything from sight. When I opened the side door to get Erick out, he was still lying on his side, trying to stay quiet even though his breath picked up as he could hear me right in front of him. I slowly put my hand on his shoulder to keep him down, eliciting a terrified whimper. Music to my ears. I tried not to grin too much as I put a little pressure on him to lean over him and free him from the hook attached to his cuffs. I moved my hand to grab his arm and pull him upright, expecting a fight, but he stayed nice and quiet.

“Up!” I said, pushing his legs to the edge of the van’s floor so he could find his footing before I dragged him out.

I had prepared a couple things for him; a nice chair to tie him to, and the ropes to tie him with. I pushed him down into the chair, to which the boy finally seemed to wake up. He tried to get back to his feet, so I quickly grabbed him by his jaw to snuff out his little resistance.

“Give it up, kiddo, you’ve got nowhere to run,” I growled.

He sobbed defeated and settled down, allowing me to pick up a coil of rope and get to work. I tied his wrists behind his back before undoing the cuffs and putting them aside. I looped the leftover end of rope around the back of the chair twice, before tying it off in a tight knot. I moved to his ankles and tied each to a leg of the chair before ripping the tape off of his mouth. He winced, but didn’t dare to make any other sounds as he took a few ragged breaths. I found a blindfold in my bag before I ripped the tape off of his eyes too, drawing out a yelp. I tied the blindfold over his eyes before he had the chance to blink his eyes open.

“P-please,” he uttered in a soft voice, “l-let me go, please...I— I won’t tell anyone, I promise...please…”

I rolled my eyes, his pleads falling on deaf ears as I grumbled back at him.

“Shut up.”

Erick choked back a sob and held his breath until I stepped away. I had to call Allard to let him know I had the kid, and I could use a smoke.

“Very good, Fetch. I expected nothing less of you,” Allard said after I brought him the news over the phone, “my men will take care of the ransom, as per usual, in the meantime you try to keep yourself busy. I’m sure you can manage that much.”

“I’m confident I can,” I replied, looking back over my shoulder at Erick.

I wasn’t sure if he could hear me, but I didn’t really care if he could. He was fidgeting nervously, testing the strength of the ropes that held him in place, trying to reach the knot that kept the ligature around his wrists in place. But he couldn’t reach it. His breath picked up as a wave of panic took over him. I smirked, flicking the leftover butt of my cigarette aside as I hung up and quietly approached the teen. I slowly stepped behind him, and put my hand on his shoulder, to which he jumped and held his breath. I could see the cold sweat dripping down his neck as he was torn between staying absolutely still and wanting to pull away.

“W-who are you?” he suddenly choked out, “w-what do you want?”

“It’s not about what I want,” I replied, putting my other hand on his other shoulder, watching how his chest rose and fell faster with each breath.

I grinned to myself, squeezing his shoulders a bit as I thought about all the things I could do to him. Allard only paid me to keep him alive, he never said I couldn’t leave him with a couple…souvenirs. I detached myself from the boy and walked over to my van. Right behind the driver’s seat, stood a coolbox, filled with half-molten ice and bottles of water. I took a bottle from the cooler and walked back to Erick. I pressed the cold plastic against his cheek, eliciting a yelp of surprise and fear. I chucked, before unscrewing the cap and putting the lip to his mouth, but he turned his head away. I rolled my eyes.

“C’mon, it’s just water,” I said, “you’re gonna need it, kiddo.”

“W-why?”

I ignored him and grabbed his jaw, savouring his scared whimper for a good few seconds, before once again placing the lip of the bottle against his lips, and tilting it, so he had no choice but to drink, or choke in it.

“Mrrrgn— cough!”

He regurgitated a few sips and coughed, trying to turn his head away, but I grabbed a tighter hold of his jaw, tilting his head back while tilting the bottle further, pouring more water down his throat, not letting go until the bottle was empty. I stepped aside as I did, to which the teen coughed up more water and gasped for air, leaning forward a bit and soaking his shirt. I chuckled, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighting a new one.

“Now,” I said, “to answer your question earlier…” I took a drag of my cigarette, slowly blowing out the smoke before continuing. “Your dad owes my client some money, so you and I will be spending some time together until he pays up.”

“A-are you going to kill me…?” Erick choked out between sobs.

“Nah I’m being paid to keep you alive, why else would I waste water on you?” I said.

“B-but Matt…”

“Who— Oh, your friend. He got in my way,” I said.

“I-Is he going to…?”

“Don’t know, don’t care,” I said, “no more questions.”

“But—”

“Rule number one!” I said loudly, talking over him, “if you’re not gagged, only speak when spoken to.”

Erick winced as I raised my voice, quickly nodding. I took another drag of my cigarette, blowing the smoke into his face, watching him choke back a cough.

“Rule two. If you’re not gagged, I prefer verbal answers. I’m not always looking straight at you, so a lil confirmation of you listening would be nice. Understood?”

“Mh…y-yes?” Erick said quietly. I rolled my eyes.

“Hasn’t anyone taught you any manners?” I said, “let’s make that rule three. You’ll address me as sir, understood? Try again.”

“W-why are you doing this?”

“Answer the question!” I shouted, making the teen jump, “do you understand the rules?”

“Y-yes sir!” Erick quickly said, trying to shrink in the chair, but being held back by the ropes.

“That’s more like it,” I said, “the rest is simple, kiddo. You behave, I don’t get mad, and by the end of the week you’ll be back home and we can both forget all about this.”

I took a long last drag of my cigarette, before smirking as I looked at the smouldering end.

“Well, maybe not everything,” I added, before extinguishing it on the teen’s neck.

“OW! P-please, I’ll be good, please!” the boy cried, trying to pull away.

I chuckled, flicking the extinguished remains away while I allowed him to sob. He was just coming to terms with his situation. I could silence him later.

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[whumpsmith]

okayyyy 🌸 for erick ???

🌸 - Something that calms them

You actually made me do a deep thonk on this one because he rarely gets kalm in canon, which is why it's so desperately needed XD

CW: insomnia, neurosis, implied past abuse

Erick couldn't sleep.

It just happened sometimes. Too many thoughts and images were shooting through his head. He had literally been tense for days, so much so that his muscles were feeling sore, but he couldn't bring himself to stop.

He got tired of tossing and turning and decided to get up. He wanted a distraction, so he looked around the apartment. It seemed Fetch had stayed up late. The ashtray on the kitchen table was full, he'd left a coffee cup on the table as well, and the pot on the counter was half full of now-cold coffee.

Erick dumped the coffee out and put the pot to soak alongside with the cup. Then he grabbed the ashtray to empty it, finding the trash can was more than full as well. He carefully poured the contents of the ashtray in and put it on the counter to wash next. Then he very quietly began pulling the bag from the bin, making sure not to make too much noise.

Once he got it out he tied it closed and tiptoed through the hallway to put it by the front door. Fetch didn't mind him cleaning at night, but if he woke him up... The bruises from last time still hurt— Nope! Don't think about that. Just focus on cleaning.

He returned to the kitchen and as quietly as possible he scrubbed the coffee pot and cup clean. He put them on a tea towel to dry while he scrubbed the ashtray next. When everything was dry he scrubbed the counter, and then the floor cabinets, and then the floor.

When he was satisfied with his work, he finally fell tired enough to pass out as soon as his head hit the pillow. There was just one last thing to do. He tiptoed through the hallway again and picked up the trash bag, opening the front door very slowly as to not make a sound.

He never actually stopped to check the time when he woke up, so as he stepped outside he looked up at the sky to try and guess what time it was. The night sky had an orange glow to it, which was probably just the light pollution...oh well.

Erick shrugged and headed down the stairs and towards the garbage container at the end of the driveway. He opened the lid, lowered the bag in carefully, and then closed the lid gently, before turning around to sneak back to the apartment.

"You're up early."

Erick nearly jumped out of his skin before recognising their landlady's raspy whisky voice and spotting her sitting on the bench underneath the window of her ground floor apartment.

"E-Ethel?" Erick said, trying to ignore the painful pounding in his chest from the scare, "Why are you just sitting there in the dark?"

"I'm a light sleeper, dear," Ethel said, "I could hear water running, then I had to use the bathroom, and then I decided to come out for some fresh air."

"I'm sorry." Erick said, walking over and sitting down next to her, "I couldn't sleep, so I tried to do something productive."

"Oh you poor thing," Ethel said, "is something keeping you up, dear?"

"I guess," Erick said with a shrug.

It pained him that he could never be fully honest with her, but it wasn't as much pain as he might go through if Fetch found out he told her the truth.

"I have just the thing for that," Ethel said, "help an old lady up, will ya?"

Erick got up and helped Ethel to her feet, before following her inside. She sat him down in her kitchen before getting to work at the stove, putting a small pot on the burner and pouring in a cup of milk.

"My husband used to have a lot of trouble sleeping too," she said, "stress from work or something. He wouldn't go to the doctor for it, because that wasn't manly of course, so I looked around for my own fix and this one always worked like a charm."

"...warm milk?" Erick asked.

"With a little extra~" Ethel said, "I make it for Chase sometimes too, though he hasn't needed it much lately."

Erick bit his lip. The mental image of Fetch drinking warm milk was strangely comedic. He managed to stop himself from laughing, watching Ethel reach for a tin on the shelf and pouring a generous amount into the milk before stirring it through with a whisk.

"What's that?" Erick asked.

"Anise," Ethel said, "some anise in warm milk will put you right to sleep."

Just before the milk began boiling, she turned the stove off and poured it into a large mug, before putting it on the table before Erick. A strong, somewhat sweet scent hit him immediately, and it was...strangely already working.

"It smells nice," he said, warming his hands on the mug a bit, "thank you, Ethel."

"You're welcome, dear." Ethel said, "Now you go take that upstairs and get nice and cosy in bed. Take small sips and just go to sleep as soon as your eyes start dropping."

Erick nodded and got up, picking up the mug after pushing his chair back in, but before Ethel let him leave, she first cupped his face in her hands.

"You have a good rest now, dear." she said, "You can always come wake me up for more, okay? Don't work yourself so hard."

Erick nodded, knowing she wouldn't let him leave unless he agreed.

"Yes ma'am," he said, "thank you."

"Good." Ethel said, patting him on the chest before letting go and letting him leave, "Sleep well."

"You too, Ethel."

He headed out and went back to the apartment upstairs, the smell of anise wafting around him as he sneaked back inside. He followed Ethel's advice and got comfy in bed before trying a sip.

The added anise made the milk weirdly but nicely sweet, and he wasn't sure if it was a placebo from Ethel's claims or whether it was really that potent, but he could already feel himself finally able to relax a little. The tension dissipating with the warmth that slowly spread from his stomach with each sip.

He wasn't even really sure if he managed to finish it. All he vaguely remembered was wondering something about Ethel and witchcraft as he got more comfortable and then immediately passed out.

This turned out longer than I planned lol oops

General writing taglist: @thewhumpywitch

[sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes]

Basically Roman and Virgil in my White Lies AU:

Roman, looking intensely in a mirror in his room: I just... Need someone to be my friend. Someone who will listen to and support me, who won't betray my trust and break down my confidence when I don't agree with them... Someone who also kinda hates Janus... Someone to binge watch Disney movies with me...

Virgil "chilling" in his own room alone in the dark side: *sits up and looks around suspiciously* I feel like something is calling me

[eatmarcus]

trans! the whole family!

bi! the whole family!

help! this whole trans family!

nevermind! HELP! this whole queer family!

[kj-beastboy]

design by Vec @ OnionPowder_ on twt

I feel like... there's smth about it. it's not all that good, bc the pose is a bit awkward, perspective is a nice attempt but a little off and I drew quickly without thinking, later couldn't fix it/was too lazy/had no time, but the colors, the shading... idk, I'm oddly a fan of it so I'm throwing it here.

see it as practice/warmup. I'll never get to smth better if I don't let myself fail a bunch of times first. don't be afraid of failing.

[benevolenterrancy]

what I'm learning is that MXTX series really have ☆*: .｡The Range｡.:*☆ and that my first impressions often don't survive for very long...

MDZS, initial impression: ooh revived necromancer that everyone fears, this is going to be dark and revenge-fuelled

MDZS, subsequent impression: these are Silly Lil Guys off on a romcom murder mystery

SVSSS first impression: nerd who got isekai'd into a shitty novel, crybaby puppy dog imprints on him

SVSSS subsequent impression: how many times now has the love interest tortured the main character? should I start a tally?

(i've only just finished SVSSS bk2, please no spoilers!!)