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surplus-of-sarcasm · 1 year
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100 Follower Special!
Thank you sooooo much for 100 followers! 🥰🥰 (technically 101 now, but semantics, semantics) I know that's a relatively small number, but I've been here for about 3 months, and I'm still happy anyway. Love you guys so much! 🩵🩵
TW: minor violence, bruises mention
Villain knows this. They've spent the past few weeks studying every detail of Hero's base meticulously. This was why Supervillain had chosen them for this mission. Because they didn't get distracted easily and they kept their full focus on their task.
Sneaking inside admittedly wasn't easy. Villain had spent hours racking their brain for answers as they typed away on their keyboard, trying to hack into the system. And after many sleepless nights and one too many large mugs of coffee, they'd finally gotten through Hero's security.
The positions of every door, every hidden door's placement, every secret passageway, and even where all the cameras were (they'd managed to disable them) were all etched into their memory.
They almost glide around with such ease, they might as well have owned the place. But their outwardly calm and collected demeanour was a somewhat fragile façade. Hero may have kept up a friendly persona and thrown quite a bit of banter their way, but they were dangerous in their own right, with deadly control over their power. The scattered bruises lining the villain's body are a testament to that.
They weren't sure they'd like to imagine what Hero would do if they caught them sneaking around in their own house.
But they're Villain, for God's sake. They'd fought and won against people much worse than Hero. Yet they'd never been even half this nervous.
Steeling themselves, they take a deep breath as they try to push all the negative thoughts out of their head. They place their ear to the door, listening for any noises, and the action brings a comfortable sense of familiarity to them from the number of times they'd done it. Hearing no sound, their hands work as swift as machinery, taking the lockpick out of their suit's pocket and working on the lock.
They finally manage to get it open, the door leading into their nemesis's living room. What kind of psychopath locks their living room's door? But the criminal didn't find that a surprise. Carefully lifting the dark green plush rug off the floor, they manage to loosen the fake floorboard underneath, leading to the trapdoor. Another detail they'd discovered spying on Hero through their computer.
Lifting the door, Villain wills the air in the room to return the floorboard and the carpet back to their place as the door shuts. They smirk to themselves at how smoothly their power works as they carefully make their way down the long staircase.
When they finally reach the end of the staircase, they are almost giddy with excitement. One that you could never read off their somber face. The same rush of blood and adrenaline pulsing through them as their first heist.
Walking carefully around Hero's base and resisting the temptation to explore the sleek, well-equipped place, they quickly find exactly what they were here for. The flash drive in the shiny glass case, more precious to Villain than any treasure. It may have looked so easy to get a hold of, but simplicity was impossible with Hero. There was a sick, twisted puzzle only a psychopath or a bitter STEM major could dream up that they had to solve first.
Their heartbeat quickly grows erratic, and their hands shake as they go through the bloody puzzle. Their eyes light up with glee as the glass case unlocks, and they reach inside, fingers almost closing around their prize.
Almost.
"Well done," a silky voice croons. It sounds proud rather than annoyed.
The crime-fighter stands there, leaning against the wall, arms folded over their chest with an amused glint in their eyes. They were dressed in a dark, satin robe thrown carelessly over their figure and tied at the waist, not even bothering with a mask. They regard Villain the same way one regards a child who'd been caught sneaking yet another cookie.
They chuckle lightly. "Ya know, if you wanted an invitation, you could've just asked. I believe I gave you my number last time we fought, hm?"
"Hilarious," they counter, whipping around and making a run for it, flash drive in hand. They try to send a blast of air towards their enemy, except there was barely any air in this damned basement. So all their attempts served was to send a pathetic, little breeze towards Hero.
As though they needed any further humiliation.
It barely takes a moment for the crime-stopper to confiscate the flash drive, twisting the villain's arm somewhat painfully and shoving them into the wall, and they toss the drive back into the case. It locks automatically.
Villain does not appreciate their current position at all. Pinned against the wall, a horribly overused cliché, leaving them mortified, if the look on their face is any indication. Said face is now flushed a bold red, their normally sharp tongue now rendered useless.
Worst of all is Hero's smug, lopsided smirk and the way that they look at Villain in general, with their prying eyes, their gaze sparkling with curiosity. It made them feel like a specimen being examined.
"Shh, it's no use struggling, darling," Hero purrs somewhat soothingly. And their words hold truth because Hero's super strength doesn't falter, and Villain's squirming serves little to no purpose but to embarrass them, and apparently entertain their nemesis.
"W-what are you going to do to me?" they all but squeak.
The crime-fighter laughs, and they feel their heartbeat quicken to impossible degrees, not just out of fear, but out of something far more dangerous. . .
"Relax, I won't hurt you. I'd hate to mess up the oh-so-beautiful artwork, hm?" they murmur
Heat spreads through Villain's body like wildfire. Their words catch in their throat, and their breathing becomes shallower. They'd kept it all professional when responding to Hero's flirtations, being dedicated to their job meant adhering to the concept that they were strictly enemies. But then why are they an incoherent mess of emotions right now?
Hero's honey-sweet tone, the blinding grin flashed on perfect white teeth against dark tan skin, and the flowery scent of their fragrance don't sit well with the criminal. But nothing compares to the way they fix their gaze on Villain, as though they were someone to be admired, someone alluring, more than just a weapon. And, it's not like their life had been devoid of romance, but no one had ever looked at them with the same awe-filled fiery passion like Hero did.
"What do you want?" they breathe out. An honest question.
"Right now at least, I want to invite you to have breakfast here with me, it bring pretty early in the morning. It'll be fun, sweetheart," They run the fingers of their free hand along their nemesis's jaw, a feather-light caress.
Whatever the hell Villain was feeling had just intensified to impossible degrees. They are intoxicated with the almost magnetic charm that made it difficult impossible to think straight. And they didn't want it to end.
"Fine," they answer, trying to keep the shakiness out of their words, which come out at a higher pitch than they intend. Damn you, Hero.
Their enemy's whole face lights up, and they flash them a huge grin. Not one of their seductive, lopsided smirks. But a big smile full of utter joy.
That's adorable. Am I growing soft?
"Sure, but I just have one more request."
"Enlighten me."
They trace the shape of their mask in the air. Well, if they're going to have breakfast with this hero, in an outright romantic setting, then the usage of the mask didn't seem to make much sense.
Hero lifts their arm off, and Villain had half a mind to run off and get a hold of the drive. But one look into those gorgeous sea-green eyes, and all their plans were swiftly discarded and shredded to smithereens.
They peel the mask off, heartbeat now erratic.
"Y-you're absolutely breathtaking in every sense of the word, Villain," Hero coos, snaking an arm around Villain's waist and pulling them close against their side.
"You're not so bad yourself, hotshot," they laugh, pleased to finally have anything on the hero.
This was foolish, risky, and it broke every single goddamn rule in Villain's book. But never in their life had something ever felt so right.
Tagging for this one specifically: @thelocalnemesis @deckofaces @onlywhump @justalittlecorrupted (u usually ask me to tag u on my stuff, I hope this isn't too presumptuous, Corrupted!) @featheryvee
Also, some of y'all r alr on the taglist, so you'll just be tagged there.
✨️Le Taglist: @larinzz @syberianjade @lateuplight @altu-whump @enbious-prince @astr0-mj @thelazywitchphotographer @addictedsandwhichaki @justalittlecorrupted @quaggasus @dodo-docs @vernilliom @sirrsnakesssss
Wanna be on the taglist? This will take you there!
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ratnamedlab · 1 year
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I’m looking through Elliott’s dialogue to get him into character better, and I found this
“Oh dear! A tiny crab appears to have made his home in my shirt pocket. That's the trouble with living on the beach.”
Like? Canonically has shirt pockets? Farmer is going to take full advantage of that later.
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welcometogrouchland · 2 months
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[ID in ALT] I've made posts before about Talia/Dick co-parenting Damian moments (will never happen but let me dream) and this came to me in a vision. Took me ages to finish for some reason 😭 and then even longer to post
#dc comics#dc#damian wayne#dick grayson#talia al ghul#batfamily#dc robin#nightwing#anyway. yes im a self-indulgent ''dick as damians secret third parent'' truther#like i DO think it's way more complex and nuanced than the schmoopy affectionate fan portrayal of it#they're brothers they're father and son they're partners they're the dynamic duo except only in past tense etc etc#but consider! I'm not immune to schmoopy affection in fanworks. it compells me despite itself#anyway it's technically not that crazy when it comes to dick and damian. they hug! often! at least they did#it's not as big a leap to these types of scenarios#also talia ''somewhat absent for complex reasons on both her and damians part but very loving and loved by her son'' al ghul#you will always be famous to me#son of the demon origin...bwahhh#anyway. someone made a comic kind of like this/like a post i made abt this topic#but way funnier bc dick and talia starting trying to beat each other up#so go look at that as well#anyway. it's been a somewhat difficult few weeks so I'm. desperately trying to take it easy#i got some reading with me (first vol of kevin smiths GA run that i found second hand and jaimes BB run vol 2!)#so we'll see how far i get through those. considering there's demons in my head telling me to re-read things (LET ME OUT!!!)#when i finish GA and BB i do plan on rereading robin 2021. as a treat to myself#it's a run I've really warmed up to as time went on#I'm keeping up w/ the current b&r run even though it is. admittedly very slow w/ some weird dialogue#i read it for the damian content more than anything. also nikas back so that's neat :]#idk I have a feeling that after absolute power shakes out we might get some more creative team switch ups#so if anyone at dc is interested in taking over the reigns on b&r...that could be very neat#(it's me they should hire me. please DC i have ideas listen to my red hood pitch PLEASE-)
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ganondoodle · 4 months
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you know when you have an idea for a drawing and it just wont let you rest until you at least sketched it?
... yeah
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demise and hylia (humanoid forms) sleepy cuddles o((>ω< ))o
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gale-in-space · 1 month
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Okay looks like we got a resounding yes as to whether or not I should post my Bladeweave on the moon pic lol. My coffee hasn't kicked in yet so I'm posting this before I become lucid and start second-guessing myself. Here ya go:
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I blame @rattusn0rvegicus for coming up with this idea and then pestering me to draw it haha. But tbh it was super fun and I actually like how it turned out even though it doesn't make compositional sense.
Hold onto your wizard before he floats away, Wyll!
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lemonsiskull · 1 year
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Just a doodle
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doumachi · 5 months
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prince yeonjun who is so smitten and shy around the pretty daughter of his family’s chef. it started when you were first hired along with your mother and father and the royal family came to welcome you guys to the castle. it was live at first sight for yeonjun. when you smiled at him he felt his face burning up and managed to pull a small smile before looking down at the sleek floors of the castle. you thought he was cute too, but of course you never tried anything.
yeonjun couldn’t help thinking about you and how he wanted to get closer to you. so like the lovesick puppy he is he would lurk around the kitchen before dinner. you noticed this and decided to make a little snack just for him :) when the coast was clear you approached him from behind while he was standing behind a pillar.
“your majesty,” you said announcing your presence causing him to turn around startled, “i’m sorry for startling you..but i wanted to ask if you wanted a special treat before dinner,” you smiled at him holding out a tiny bowl with heart shaped pieces of watermelon and pieces of mango shaped into a cute pouty chick, he could feel his heart melt to say the least
“oh-um i appreciate the sentiment very much, truly, but my mother wouldn’t want me to,” he smiled apologetically (even though his heart was screaming for him to take it anyway). “oh..but I made it just for you,” you replied giving him subtle puppy eyes. you knew you were playing with fire talking to him, but you had spotted him looking at you for a couple weeks now and wanted to speak to him more, other than the occasional formal greeting whenever you saw him around the castle.
in yeonjuns mind, however, he could already hear the bells of the wedding chapel the second you said those words to him.
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tiiyro · 20 days
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When Spock is a teen, he meets a young human named James T. Kirk. Spock soon found out that when prompted, Kirk was all too eager to talk about the vintage human card game called "Pokémon". Spock, while he was secretly delighted at learning human history, couldn't help but wonder if Kirk knew he had a cowlick.
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kobracola · 1 month
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ngl i really fucking hate the disparity between the way people treat gerard and lindsey in bandom
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autism-corner · 8 months
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It's been a long day for you. The exhaustions caused by RAD and the brothers' regular ruckus were starting to add up again. Still, falling asleep at night was just as much as a struggle as staying awake during the day. Usually when you couldn't sleep, you would toss and turn the whole night. You'd keep cycling between already seen youtube video's with hopes that this next one will finally be the one to turn of your mind. All in vain.
Belphie had began to notice your restlessness earlier than the others. He always subconsciously held an eye on the health of the people he cared about. So, on the third day of your ever increasing energy deficit, before any of his brothers even suspected a thing, he pulled you into his room, and onto his bed.
'We are sleeping. Right now.' Determination was a strange look on him, who so often lacked any expression at all. But it for sure wasn't a bad one.
Before you could even get a word in (not that you were in opposition of his idea, you were more surprised by his insistence if anything), he had already wrapped his arms around your waist and forced the two of you on your sides.
Belphegor was already struggling to keep his eyes open. The vertical positioning on his warm, cozy & familiar bed, now with the added warmth of his favorite person next to him, weren't helping. Still, he didn't want to fare of to dreamland before he was sure you would aswell.
Not wanting to use his sleep magic on you, fearing his small & fragile human wouldn't ever wake up again, he employed his one other sleepy-time tactic. (He of course knew you were neither small nor fragile, and that using the magic would be entirely fine. But magic could never beat good ol' quality time & touch)
He had learned it from his sister. Small little touches, lightly tracing the same path on your partners back, could work just as well as magic. Something about the connection it made would calm the person you're caressing and send them softly to sleep. So, without saying a word, both of his hands reached for your upper back.
You didn't say anything either. You wouldn't dare. You know you deserved this, and felt its effects coming into action already. Although you wouldn't mind Belphie doing this to you for hours, maybe there'd be a better time for that. You wanted sleep, and apparently someone lovingly tracing the little hearts on your back, over and over and over and over again, was all you needed. You weren't even awake enough anymore to register Belphie's soft whispers of adoration. You'd have to ask him to say them again some other day. Now was time to give in.
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auratusaria · 1 year
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Prompt No. 35
Hero lazily plopped down onto their sofa face first. Their shoes were messily left by the doorway, they were just as lazy to open the lights of their apartment.
Today was beyond boring. Crime rates were surprisingly low, aside from the occasional pickpocketing, there wasn't much to do for a hero to be called to the scene. They were just stuck in the office doing paperwork for the entire day and they spent most of that time sleeping on their desk.
Hero groaned with a small pout decorating their face. Normally it's a cause for concern whenever criminals suddenly became quiet but somehow, they never felt any dread from today.
It was all so peaceful.
It was nice though...
Hero let out a loud sigh as they sat up. It was only then did they notice their bedroom. They were certain the door was closed when they left earlier today, in fact, the lights shouldn't have been on as well.
Their guard was up while they stood, taking cautious steps towards their bedroom and leaning their back on the wall just beside the door. Hero slightly poked their head to peek inside only to flinch back when their vision was block by a familiar face.
It was Villain.
"Look who's here." The criminal wore their signature smirk.
The do-gooder frowned, "What are you doing here? How did you even find this place?"
Villain's smirk was replaced with a wide grin, "We're next door neighbours."
"WHAT?!"
"Anyway!" Villain loudly clapped their hands before grabbing Hero's wrist, "Come in! Come in!"
"Wait! I have so many questions!" Despite their protests, Hero was pulled inside the room.
Their sight was greeted by several colourful balloons with strings tied on it, a banner that reads 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY' was hung on the wall by the bed, a small table was placed at the center of the room with beautifully decorated cake, it was their favourite flavor.
Sidekick and Right Hand stood side by side together as they pulled the string of party poppers, confetti flew around everywhere.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY HERO!" The two chorused while Villain clapped and cheered.
The do-gooder stood with mouth agape and eyes wide.
Right, it's my birthday today...
Sidekick let out a soft chuckle, "You're always so forgetful of your own birthday, Hero!"
"Well, I'm mostly busy--"
"Aha!" Villain placed their hands on their hips, "You can't use that excuse today!"
"Was it your doing that the city was so peaceful?" Hero raised an eyebrow at them.
"You better be grateful for it! It's a special gift that can only happen once a year!" Villain dramatically sighed, "It was so hard to get all those no good people to behave, yaknow!"
"You're one of those no good people!"
"But I!" Villain proudly puffed up their chest as they placed a hand to it in a dramatic manner, "Easily behaved!"
Right Hand leaned towards Hero's ear, "I had to keep encouraging them by the way..."
"Hey! I heard that!"
Hero snickered, though it slowly turned into genuine laughter. The three merely stood and stared.
"Thanks, you guys!"
This is... the best birthday I ever had.
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f0rgetf0rgetting · 1 month
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im coming out as cringe [self-insert]
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kelpermoosee · 9 months
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*slaps the top of my own head*
“This bad boy can fit so many aromantic headcanons in it-”
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(All of them are seen as non-partnering, unless stated otherwise! <3)
• Gregory (FNAF)
• Vanessa A. (FNAF)
• Glamrock Freddy (FNAF)
• Ritsu Kageyama (Mp100)
• Tsubomi Takane (Mp100)
• Cuphead
• Mario (Super Mario Bros.) (QPR w/Peach)
• Princess Peach (Super Mario Bros.) (QPR w/Mario)
• Barbie
• Mono (Little Nightmares)
• Six (Little Nightmares)
• RK (Little Nightmares)
• Finn (Adventure Time)
• Fern (Adventure Time)
• Basil (Omori)
• Molly Mcgee (The Ghost and Molly Mcgee)
• Literally any main character in the Kirby franchise 😭
• Rosalina (Super Mario Bros.)
• Louie (Pikmin)
• Sonic
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2mochi · 8 months
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I love Sento and Ryuuga a normal amount 🥹 (no, I actually don't, I love them so much)
I can't move on 🫣
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tinysupervicki · 3 months
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Meet Nova! He’s a dream guardian assigned to [redacted] for the rest of her life to keep her well being safe by eating her nightmares. Nova’s age is unknown and he’s 15 feet tall.
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lvmbien · 1 year
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I spent a few days hyper focusing on this because I wanted to make a reference sheet of sorts for myself. And then I gave him actual clothes that aren't built into him because i think the mechanical built in clothes look... really dumb. (sorry <//3)
I adore him to absolute bits. I seriously don't know how or when it happened but he snuck his way into my comfort characters list and now I'm fighting Idia for title of favorite brother.
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