#villains month 2024

[ksantillus]

"What is wrong with you? I work my fingers to the bone trying to make you miserable and you have the insensitivity to tell me you're happy?"

I've got a few days to catch up on, and after a busy Friday where my husband and I went to an MST3k fan event at a local drive-in (we got a signed print from Joel! and saw I Accuse My Parents and Mac & Me on a big screen!) I had to draw at least one of the Mads.

[raineandsky]

#83

“[Hero],” the villain opens with smoothness they haven’t shown the hero in a long time. “I have made a terrible, terrible mistake.”

Ah. Seduction for a favour. Of course. “Well don’t keep me in suspense, [Villain]. I could use a good laugh.”

The villain pulls a face, distantly offended. Their lips twitch uncertainly. “[Supervillain]’s lab is… made for [Supervillain].”

“Who’d have thought. You’ve been in there?”

Another twitch. “Yes,” the villain says shortly. “Yes, I was in there. [Supervillain] doesn’t label anything either. Their little concoctions could be anything—and I… drank one.”

The hero snorts. The villain scowls. “You drank an unlabelled liquid?” the hero asks from behind a laugh.

“Yes.”

“Intentionally?”

The villain’s scowl somehow deepens. “Yes.”

“What, are your hours numbered? Are you hoping I hold a secret cure?”

“No.”

“What was it, then?”

Another twitch. The villain doesn’t seem to want to answer at all. “It was a truth serum.”

Oh. Now that is interesting. “Truth serum? So you can’t lie?”

“Yes.” The villain smirks, and suddenly the seductive hopefulness is back full force. “Go on, test me. Ask a question.”

The hero stares into the distance as they think. It’s a lot of opportunity dumped on them with no warning. The villain slinks across the room towards them, curious, tantalising. “Do you actually enjoy being a villain?”

“Yes.” The villain’s smirk upturns even more. “I wouldn’t even have to lie for that. Ask something I wouldn’t usually answer, dumbass.”

The villain closes the space between them. The hero gives them a suspicious squint. “Where’s your evil lair?”

“In the basement of the old school downtown,” the villain says immediately. They groan disappointedly as soon as the words are out. “God, of course you’d go for something about work. What, is looking for us getting boring?”

The hero can feel the villain’s breath on their face now. They look away to avoid the heat rising to their face. “You want me to ask something… personal?”

The villain smirks. Their arms snake up to sit on the hero’s shoulders, their fingers brushing idly through their hair. “Sure.”

Thinking isn’t the hero’s strong suit right now. They know they should push the villain away, but something’s stopping them. It almost feels real. It’s a little too comfortable. They can feel every bit of the villain's body against theirs. “I, uh… are you… seeing anyone?”

“No,” the villain whispers with a cocky grin. “Not yet.”

And the villain presses their lips to the hero’s.

Something of a surprised squeak tumbles from the hero’s mouth and straight into the villain’s. The villain hums a laugh, their fingers tightening in the other’s hair. The hero is caught up in the shock of it for a moment, but once their brain kicks in and screams its victory they remember to actually kiss them back.

The villain’s mouth is soft, gentle, their lips moving against the hero’s with a novel carefulness. The hero lets their arms slide around the other’s waist, pulling them in a little more, almost lightheaded with the exhilarated buzz. They can feel the villain smile against them as they deepen the kiss. The villain’s lips are almost salty, crisp, moreish. The hero doesn’t think they could ever get enough of their taste on their tongue.

The villain pulls away after a moment, much to the hero’s dismay, though their arms stay locked possessively around their neck. They throw a smirk at the hero again, entirely too proud of what they just pulled. “How many heroes are on the roster right now?”

The hero’s mouth is forming words before they can even register the question. “Twelve.”

“Damn.” The villain’s eyebrows shoot upwards, and the hero suddenly realises what’s happening. This bastard. “That’s not a lot. We have more than that.”

“How many?”

“Thirty-six.” The hero’s eyes widen slightly in horror, and the villain scowls at them. They still haven’t let go. “Fuck you.”

“What is—”

“Are you seeing anyone?”

“No.” Damnnit. The villain’s smirk turns playful at the hero's answer. “What’s—”

“Do you like me?”

“Yes.” The hero’s feelings aren’t stopping the rising desire to strangle the villain for making them do this. “You asshole.”

The villain’s smirk turns into a grin. “Aww. See, you can be—”

“Do you like me?”

“Yes.” The villain’s smile is gone in a second. “Oh, who’s the asshole now, huh?”

“This is so stupid,” the hero points out with a scowl. “How long does this stuff last?”

“I don’t know.” The villain grins again, entirely too knowing. “Why don’t we find out? We have all day.”

The hero frowns in faint annoyance, but the villain easily wipes it off their face with another taste of truth serum.

[disneyfanatic1993]

🩵KING AND QUEEN OF THE MOONSTONE🖤

A piece I did for the annual Cassarian Month in the Cassarian Kingdom discord server! 🥰

Which of their crown designs do you like best? 🤔

[shinigami-striker]

R.I.P. Chris Ayres (3 Years Ago) | Friday, 10.18.24

Exactly 3 years ago, we paided our respects to the late Chris Ayres, former voice of Frieza in several Dragon Ball media (notably Dragon Ball Z Kai, Dragon Ball Z: Resurrection 'F', and Dragon Ball Super) between 2010 and 2019.

[mossfeathers]

Writing and art for day 16 of lifetober: Deal

Fic takes place in an AU by my friend Rose in which the rage crystal Scar gives Tango has a few strings attached. If you guys like this, I have more written I can polish up + post!! Word count: 1.3k TW/CW: Possession, panic attack (implied), swearing, villain Scar (not really a cw just a heads up)

“Tango, Tango, Tango, I’m sure you’re wondering why I called you here,” Scar said, voice low, not quite a growl but still menacing enough and grinning with the sort of happiness that wouldn’t end well for anyone else. His pale grey hair was long and a few of the more wild strands draped over his face, breaking apart the cutting gaze of his bright yellow eyes staring right through Tango.

‘Well not really, mister crystal-butt-man. Me and my crew back there were just coming by for a bit of enchanting-magic-funtimes and you were all ‘Ooh only Tango can come in’ and shooed my guys away. Jerkface.” Tango leaned back in the ornate wooden chair Scar had pulled up for him in front of the amethyst pedestal the enchanter usually sat upon, twirling the emerald-green crystal he had bought from Scar just a few days prior boredly in his ash-tinted fingertips. “But I’ll bite. Whaddya want, Scar?” Scar’s such a pain sometimes, honestly, Tango thought to himself. Always asking for this or that and another and never giving anyone the time of day, favoring selling you a clock over sympathy. Tango really wished he wasn’t stuck with him in the wizard hut, but it’d be rude to leave and he’d rather not tick off the one guy who had a knack for tracking down the enchanter.

“I’m so glad you ask! It’s all got to do with that little crystal you got there. It’s been working, right?” Scar said, leaning forward in his chair with a sick smile, crossing his hands under his chin. 

“Yeah?” He stopped fidgeting with the crystal and now let it dangle limply from a thin brown string looped on his fingers

Scar’s grin widened. “Excellent! Oh, I’m so glad to hear it! The custom rage crystal, if I remember correctly. Well, not to go full ‘Villain-Scar’ mode here, but I may have… let’s say neglected to mention a bit of fine print on that fine piece of merchandise. I’ll be honest with you, I don’t feel like explaining it so I’m just going to show you. Besides, I think you’d get the point more if you just saw it in action,” Scar said as he stood up from his own chair, grabbing the wooden cane leaning on it, bejeweled with an intricate laying of crystals and engravings of cats. Tango grimaced and laughed awkwardly, not quite sure what else to do.

“Hey buddy, you feelin’ ok?” Tango barely managed to get the words out before Scar had closed the distance between them, looming over him with unnerving authority.

“Ok Tango, I’m going to need you to stay very calm, alright? Ok?” Tango nodded along slowly, a pit of concern growing in his stomach. “Great! Now, I need you to go get me a diamond from Joel’s cave. I trust you know where that is, right? Bye!” Scar spoke quickly and excitedly, words bouncing with anticipation and playful malice.

Tango’s face dropped. He tucked the crystal into his pocket and made his way down the ladder and out of the wizard’s hut without a sound. This, in theory, was against his will, but his mind was just blank, like someone had smudged out all his thoughts as one cleans off a whiteboard after using it in school. There wasn’t a will left to defy, the only thing in his mind the faint ringing of an order, carried out dutifully by his body. His hair flickered weakly, fire somehow managing to glow less than it should. To someone who knew Tango, they wouldn’t have thought him to be himself, lacking a certain swing in his step so signature to himself. Once he reached the edge of the mountain, his dull eyes hardly glanced down as he walked off, stumbling off jagged edges and drops, scraping knees and elbows until he reached the front of Joel’s cave. By some miracle, he wasn’t home, and Tango dragged himself through the entrance and started to rummage around through a few chests, getting nicked by a spare sword left unsheathed in the wreckage, until he pulled out a diamond, sharp edges seeming to glow in the miserable afternoon’s light that flooded the cavern. His eyes sparked with something akin to recognition, and hardly a second later he was heaving himself up the cliff-face.

He stumbled through the door, breathless with a straight face, to Scar’s awaiting smile leaning against the wall next to the ladder going up to the enchanter, idly twirling his hair between his fingers. Scar extended his hand, Tango dropped the diamond in, and promptly collapsed; a puppet with its strings cut. His hair exploded upwards, flames licking the roof of the shop floor and body small as he took in heaving, gasping breaths. He was shaking, but more importantly he was back. His thoughts flooded back in, horrified and scared and screaming, desperate cries to get back into his own head swirling with relieved terror at release back into his mind, the flood of sudden information and emotion making him sick to his stomach. After a long, anguished moment, he looked up at Scar with furrowed brows, rage boiling over alongside tears out of bright red eyes.

“What the fuck have you done,” he growled, furious and terrified and helpless all at once as he stared with the most intense hatred he’d ever felt at Scar, stronger than Bdubs, stronger than the games themselves. His gold eyes just smirked down at him, glinting with the sort of mischievous malice he’d now learned to fear. Tango made a move towards the dagger he kept hidden in his back pocket, wanting nothing more than to bring him down to his knees, make him feel even a fraction of the anguish he felt rushing through his body, make him hurt.

“Oh, can you stop that?” Scar laughed, and Tango felt his hand freeze in place, that same complicit nothing washing over him in a wave of pure white nothing. “Would you mind getting up too? I don’t want the floor getting damaged, that stuff’s not cheap!” He stood up.

Tango was still shaking. Badly, in fact; he could hardly stand. But Scar had said he needed to stand, so he would. Scar hadn’t stopped smiling the whole time, as if this was just a joke, just a prank. Just a prank. The fact Scar hardly cared, didn’t think what he was doing, whatever he was doing, was a terrible thing made Tango want to tear him apart with his bare hands, limb from bloody limb. It filled him with such violent, earth-shattering rage Tango forgot about the crystal sitting in his pocket. It filled him with so much rage while he couldn’t do anything but listen when Scar started to speak again.

“So! Whaddya think? I’m proud of myself for that one, I mean who else would have come up with putting a control spell on a crystal? Genius, right? It’s really quite easy, to quote Mumbo. You’ve got questions, I’m sure, but I’m not quite qualified to answer them. I’m just your local wizard, after all. I cast the magic, not a clue how it works.” Scar sighed, a slight shrug in his shoulders. “I can try though.”

“Just tell me what the hell you’ve done to me.” Tango’s eyes were bright with fury, and he could hardly spit out the words through his throat thick with anger, voice cracking as he did so. “Now.”

“Were you even listening? Gosh, it’s a control spell, Tango. Simple, too. I just… say what I need you to do, and you listen! All tied to that little crystal you got in your pocket there. Rather convenient for me, you’re like my little helper! I really am sorry for not mentioning it beforehand, I just needed you to take the deal. Think of this as a good thing! We’re very lonely here in the wizard hut after all, and I do believe this is the start of a beautiful friendship.” Tango didn’t do anything but bore into Scar’s soul with his burning eyes. “I apologize for any discomfort, can’t do anything about that I’m afraid. Oh, and don’t mention this to your little crew, okay?”

Tango just stared at Scar, and he only walked out when Scar said he could.

[hanzajesthanza]

dandelion is indeed the worst but if he’s not present in the next book i would legitimately be sorrowful as the whole thing will become a slog . you basically cannot have the “short stories” era-of-the-timeline iteration of geralt without dandelion, it would be like eating unbuttered bread.

though it’s not like season of storms did them dirty, i wasn’t disappointed with it (… with regards to them), but since it’s literally been over 20 years since the saga was finished i’m trying to prepare for any potential reality

[pink-tk-a-latte]

Tickletober Day 17: Underwater

[sfw tickle fic!! genshin impact — switch!sara, switch!kokomi (because they can never let the other win)]

prompt by @/lovelynim

me and my monster gf rival under the sea...

Sara floundered, as her garments and feathers floated around her, feeling ridiculous with her cheeks swollen with air and her eyes squeezed shut. She’d opened her eyes once underwater and did not wish to make the same mistake, even as Kokomi’s muffled voice came through the pressure, telling her, “You can relax now.”

Her hands rose first, and Sara found Kokomi’s through the wall of… whatever mystical airtight barrier Kokomi had crafted. Following, her knees gently hit the surface of the space. She opened her eyes last, and, through her mask, met Kokomi’s amused periwinkle.

“Uneasy?” Her slit pupils glimmered.

“No.” Sara retreated. “I’m… adapting.” This is nothing like meditation.

Kokomi smiled. Her round, rosy face hardened into horns and thick crusts of scales along her jaw. Sara glanced at their hands, her own red and taloned, Kokomi’s touched with a glowing blue of Hydro. “What do you say, Sara?” She swam forward and gestured to the dark blue vastness surrounding. Kokomi didn’t even need a bubble of her own — vishap gills or something. Unfair. Sara leaned against the surface to glare at her.

Floating forth, Kokomi tapped her nose to the tengu’s, then swam away coyly when Sara surged backward, her mask and herself red-faced. Kokomi flipped in a circle, disappearing and reappearing in the darkness.

Sara, still warm, rolled her eyes at this game. When she huffed, a bubble came out.

Her eyes followed it, then looked at Kokomi inquisitively. Her answer was a round of giggles, which echoed, bold, as though in a hollow cavern. “Oops.”

Sara flinched when she found Kokomi’s scaly arm had materialized by her side, having taken advantage of her surprise to quite literally invade Sara’s personal bubble. Kokomi advanced with the rest of her upper half after and caged Sara in with her arms. Stiff, she and her feathers withdrew as clawed fingers ghosted against her sides.

A childhood of training to cover her weaknesses, yet this priestess, whose eyes made her gold ones feel like a fire unprotected, unsheathed, saw every flinch and stutter. Her clutches closed around Sara, fishing a hitch of breath from her.

“A crack in the armor, crow?” Kokomi wormed inside that armor, and Sara folded into her core with a muffled snicker. She grabbed Kokomi’s wrists, and her nose gathered sweat under the mask.

She inhaled. “If you make an enemy of me…” Exhale. A bubble. “You will be struck down.”

Kokomi slid forward. “Au contraire,” she lilted, their thighs pressed together, “I’m only bringing us closer.”

Sara threw herself against the wall of the bubble at the fluttering along her hips, propelling it back through the water. She laughed through gritted teeth, fought and kicked until she had to open her mouth, and she sounded higher and more animated than she’d ever heard herself. “Hrhrhrgh–! YouhuhuHAha!” Each laugh released an army of bubbles that only made her feel silly.

Tittering, Kokomi squeezed her. “Your laughter is electrifying, crow. Almost celestial. It truly is like in the legends.”

“GRhraHA you IHihimp…” Sara yanked her head back when Kokomi curiously explored the feathers that grew from her ears. This new rain of attacks, the petting and preening, was softer but far more enfeebling, a war of attrition. Hoots and girlish yells burst from her throat, and heat suffused her cheeks.

Faced with defeat, Sara retaliated, seeking clawholds on Kokomi’s midriff. She found softness amidst the rough scales and dug in, pleased when Kokomi squealed and scrabbled to get away.

“Eekehehee! Naha– nohohot theheree!” Her giggles were high and mildly indignant, but Sara didn’t miss the sleepy and sweet quality, more like bubbles than anything that had come from Sara’s mouth.

And now that she could see, she realized, at some point, the bubble had popped, yet magically she could still breathe. Such explained why whenever she spoke, clusters of bubbles escaped to the surface.

“Surrender then, bathysmal vishap. I’ll uncover your fatal attraction soon,” Sara quipped, to buy time. It was obvious that Kokomi was more eased, than someone as serious as herself, with… plays like this, which also meant she was prepared to turn the field around. Sara must be ready.

Sure enough, as Sara kneaded up along Kokomi’s ribs, Kokomi had a counterplan at her disposal, and Sara reaped the consequences in a scratchy throat and achy lungs, but also an overflowing feeling in her chest.

Led underwater by this woman. Creature? Temptress. Sara should regret this more, yet…

If this meeting of monsters were meant to be, how could she resist the Shogun’s will?

𓂃 ོ𓂃 𓂃 ོ𓂃 𓂃 ོ𓂃

science fact: you can blow a bubble inside a bubble 🫧

[emeraude-coh]

I am so so so excited to post this -- Pride is coming to City of Heroes Rebirth!!

This is an event I've been wanting to make since I joined the team, but the time never seemed right. This year though, I resolved that I would make this happen -- and with help from the Rebirth team, it's been realized!!

The colors of the rainbow don't just stay static -- they shift over time. And sometimes, you'll look up at the sky, and see familiar colors flying --

Hehehehe.

The rainbow is flying in Atlas Park, Cap au Diable, and Nova Praetoria -- perhaps in future years I'll be able to spread it to further zones!! Mostly, I'm just excited that players will log in, look up, and see that they're welcome -- no matter who they are. Just like I felt when I joined years ago.

[liquidsludge]

For day ONE of the not so nee and barely improved VILLAIN-TOBER (feels good to say that) where i draw one villain for every day of October for Halloween. Who else better to draw than one of my personal favourites, with a nee movie out in theatres its

LORD MEGATRON!!!!!!

(Really had no basis for design, its a mix from the new tfone to bayverse 07 and dotm to tf animated)

And with a new form of art to boot, cause this is one of the greatest megatron designs of all time put into a figure.

DECEPTICONS, RISE UPP!!!!!!

Happy villain tober guys

[lx1920jmax]

"My children, remember that it is very dangerous to wander through abandoned buildings at night, because the risk of meeting with questionable personalities is high."

Don't Repeat Roxy's Mistake in Episode 6. Otherwise, you will see someone's creepy eyes in every corner.)

And with the text.)

[ksantillus]

"The black wind howls..."

Gonna make another attempt at a Villains Month, starting with an iconic character designed by Akira Toriyama

[cmdonovann]

Hii!! Happy quantum break anniversary! Big fan of your blog. Can you please draw more of Paul Serene? The choice of details is up to you, couldn't come up with any :) thanks In advance!!

a little paul for you :3

[disneyfanatic1993]

“Points For Style”

Or rather, NO style… How I think Cass might have reacted had she actually seen Varian’s disaster of an outfit. 🤣

Another piece for Cassarian Month. 💙

[shinigami-striker]

Happy Birthday, Kazuya Mishima!! | Saturday, 11.02.24

From anti-hero to villain, happy birthday to Kazuya Mishima, the main antagonist (and final boss) of Tekken 8!

[christinescupofcoffee]

DAY 1 — Antagonist — Tell us about your villain! Write a little blurb or do a short little creature feature! Give us all the spooky insights on your big baddie.

Gabríela “Gabby” Texeira (Throughout the Dark Months of April and May)

A Portuguese-Canadian woman who gives Richard a ride home from the hospital after his mother is admitted with blood clots. He’s drawn to her from her punctuality, her friendliness, and her beautiful red Porsche that smells of cinnamon. However, she’s rather reckless as she drives him home again after she had had a mimosa, and then she steals a box belonging to his grandparents from his house. But she redeems herself by fixing the hole in James’ car window (which she made, oh, by the way). And she turns out to be sketchy again when Richard and James find out that she’s involved with some sort of mortuary work scheme. Something about losing the love of her life and never healing from it, and Richard, being the poor gullible sap that is, is like a fly in the spiderweb wanting to help her…

[spiltcandycoatedpunkblood]

if there's anything that happens during pride month, if anyone does any pride art revolving around Sakharine, i promise you, i will go batshit insane and feel so complete