#villain love

[demonmew25]

"I hAtE tHiS cHaRAcTeR 'cOS hE'z EViL, YoU sHoULd hATe hIM ToOOo!!!!"

Hun, he's the villain, that's his job 💅🏼✨🤗

[lovedaisy02]

I'm kinda tired of the "you must hate the villain or you're an apologist" narrative. Flawed messy characters are so interesting and they are usually the villain...

[descenderintofantasy]

Reason number 4 on the list of: Why I Love Hook x Bridget:

Becuse they're one of those couples that you could see being so insanely in love. That nothing else matters to them! They are the crazy, insane 'burn the world down for the other' type love.

With their villains arks, they get so bad that they become the only good in each other.

Though coincidently or not the above is exactly the type of love Huma share, so like parents like son it seems!

[fabulous-gabulous-theartist]

Voxman Day 5: Kiss

Was originally going to color the background, but after coloring the characters, I really dug how it looked with the background uncolored. Gives it kind of a comic book feel. That and it keeps the focus on Voxman.

@calciferous-kelpie

[ineadhyn]

Oh, by the gods I really didn't need the muse to strike me with a Cazador fic in the early morning at work .

Anyways here are the first sentences:

An inner restlessness drives me to write these words. It's been days since I was last able to think calmly.

The ascension is close and still I feel like something is happening that I can't grasp, that gears are turning which I can't see. It drives me insane.

I am immortal, but still I sit down and dip the quill in the inkpot.

I am the vampire lord of Baldur's Gate. I feast on blood, I kill, I thrive in the obscene.

I am what you may call evil.

This is my story.

[enchantingepics]

Story Prompt 88

Two figures stood on opposite ends of a dimly lit alley. One, draped in shadows, spoke with a voice as smooth as silk, "Sweetheart, without the bad guys, the good ones wouldn't shine half as bright. We carve our path while the heroes scramble to change it."

The other, illuminated by the faint glow of a nearby streetlamp, scoffed, "You always see things in black and white, don't you? But heroes aren't just trying to change the future; they're trying to make it better."

The first figure chuckled softly, a sound as sinister as the whisper of the wind through the narrow alley. "Ah, my dear, but better is subjective, isn't it? What's good for you might be poison to someone else. Heroes paint their vision of utopia with broad strokes, while we, my love, we add the intricate details that make it interesting."

A sly grin played across the lips of the second figure. "Interesting, yes. But at what cost? Your vision of the future seems to involve chaos and suffering."

The first figure stepped closer, the darkness seeming to cling to them like a lover's embrace. "Chaos breeds change, darling. And from change comes growth. Without villains to challenge them, heroes would stagnate in their righteousness."

The second figure shook their head, a glimmer of determination in their eyes. "Maybe so. But I'll take my chances on the side of those striving for a better world, even if it means facing off against the likes of you."

[thecoramaria]

A Love Letter to OC Villains in Fanfic 💌😈

OCs in fanfiction aren't everyone's cup of tea, but I love OC villains! Here's why ☝️

[ID: Portrait shot of Cora sitting in their room and talking to the camera. They wear a purple beret, pink heart glasses, pink star earrings, and a white and purple striped polo under a pair of dungarees with a patchwork print of terra cotta, orange, green, purple, and pastel yellow floral and gingham patterns. As they talk, pale yellow subtitles with black outline show.]

[novakspector]

[selene-bathory]

Well, if you say so... 😏

[theameba1436]

The villain oc share group! A place for you to share your villain oc's and the love you have for the villains of all shapes and from any fandoms. <3 Come on by and check it out! read the rules before joining!

[obsesssedblerd]

You look up from your book to see your husband standing over the bassinet with his arms crossed, his brow raising as he looks down inside of it with a tiny scowl. He stays like that for about a minute. You sit up in your shared bed, then call out to him. “Ryo.” 

“Hm.” He doesn’t look up. 

“May I ask what you are doing?” 

“The little brat is staring,” Sukuna says matter-of-factly. “I am simply staring at her in return.” 

Inside of the bassinet, your baby daughter coos. Her scarlet eyes—exactly like her father’s—glitter with interest. You hear her giggle, and you scoff lightly and return your gaze to your book. “She thinks you’re playing a game.” 

“I am doing no such thing.” 

You flip a page. “Put a hand over your face for a few seconds.” He doesn’t respond, but you know he listens. “M’kay, now lift.” There’s silence for a few seconds, then your daughter bursts into a fit of giggles. 

Sukuna rolls his eyes. “I do not understand what is so entertaining about that.” When you look up again, you see that he’s covering his face again, then revealing himself to get the same reaction from the baby.

“It’s called peek-a-boo. It’s a game most babies love to play.” 

The little princess babbles as she lifts her arms up, and Sukuna tilts his head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

You snicker. “One: You’ll figure out what she’s saying the more you talk with her. Two: She wants you to pick her up.” 

He sighs dramatically, then reaches into the bassinet to pick up the small girl. Though she has her father’s eyes, she has your hair, the shape of your nose, and your ears. She also has your fearlessness, because she smiles directly in the face of the king of curses. Now at his eye level, she reaches her arms towards him excitedly. “What is it now, you brat? I’m already carrying you.” 

He looks over at you in question, and your smile grows. “She wants to touch your face,” you say. 

“Why?” 

“Because she’s a baby, and she’s curious.” 

Sukuna pulls her closer, and once in range, his daughter lays her tiny hands against his marked face. She giggles more, and you can see his eyes soften. “Hmph. You have your mother’s smile.” 

— — — —

The next morning, you walk into the kitchen where you hear Sukuna speaking with someone. When he turns to the side, you see your daughter nestled in the crook of one of his muscular arms, staring up at him as he concluded whatever story he was telling her. 

“...At the end of the battle, only I remained. Victory was mine.” 

The baby babbles excitedly, and Sukuna scoffs. “Ha, you will do no such thing. How do you expect to join me in battle when you aren’t even a year old, brat?” 

Her face scrunches in what looks like annoyance, and she repeats to him what he taught her the night before. “Hmph.” 

You burst into laughter, and Sukuna raises a brow at the little girl in his arms. “Great. Your mother’s smile, and her attitude.”

[psyduckz]

hometown slang

[phynoma]

Reblogging for art that makes my brain go brrrrrrrrr

Been reliving my Tolkien era lately and thus: brainrot over a certain manipulating malewife~

[fabulous-gabulous-theartist]

Felt like doing a sketch of the dance scene in my Voxman fanfiction, This is Your Night. They are too cute! ^\\\\\^

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57560110

[mielplante]

late night talking with the king 🍂