#villain mc

[lemonadecandy]

villain mc, sagau, one-shot

I was recently acquainted by the sagau sub-genre here on Tumblr, and it truly seems quite interesting. I was a bit inspired with the few works I read and here is a short one-shot I wrote.

Premise: Villain MC (I think?), but she is very cruel. She has control over all the elements and can also manipulate the people of the world, among some other pretty OP powers. But there is just one catch, that the flow and the story of the game overrules even her actions. Again this is a mere one-shot recount of one of the very first quests in the game. It centers around our lovely lovestruck NPC Donna. (one of the first NPCs I remember interacting with when I first played the game actually)

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“That was a very wholesome gliding lesson, wasn’t it?”, Y/n sitting on the bench nearby, said to the woman sitting next to her. “Sadly, nice things don’t last very long.” Y/n waited for a reply but didn’t receive any, so she just looked back towards the outrider and the traveler merrily discussing the intricate details involved in gliding.    

“It should be any second now, let’s count it down with your name, shall we?”, still no response from the woman sitting next to Y/n, but she only chuckled at the ignorance. “Fine, fine, I’ll get started already. ‘Five-Donnas… Four-Donnas… ”, Y/n paused as the wind started picking up. “Ooooh, it’s happening!”, she squealed. “Three Donnas! Two Donnas! And…!” 

A sudden roar from a distance alerted all the people of the city, they hurried into their houses as if already aware of the approaching calamity. A storm had already started brewing in the air but Y/n made no effort to move. “One Donna! He’s here!”

Just as Y/n announced his entrance, the dragon appeared. Dvalin was roaring in rage. Most of the people had already taken shelter, but the few who didn’t were now getting sucked into the vortex, shrieking in panic. “Hurry up and go home, Donna! The debris is flying around with massive velocity, you could die if you get hit by any of it.”, Y/n looked back to the young girl sitting next to her. Tears were streaming down her face, but she still didn’t say a single word. “Ah! That’s right, I completely forgot!”, Y/n giggled. “You can’t talk. Hang on, I’ll fix it right away.” She caressed Donna’s face and she immediately started screeching, “Aghhhhh! Ugh! Help! Help!”

Y/n started chuckling again, “You are the feisty kind, huh? Ah, things would have gotten a bit tricky if I had done this earlier, but no one is around now.” A piece of what seemed like the Angel’s Share tavern’s signboard swiftly flew towards the pair, but before it could crash into them Y/n incinerated it with the touch of her finger. “See? This is what I was talking about. Come on get going now!” 

“Help! Help! Let me go!”, Donna kept shouting over Y/n’s words. 

“Hah… Don’t worry, the traveler is fighting right now to save you. He’ll be done soon, and the storm will be gone! But, I wonder if you can last till that happens.” Another chunk flew toward them, only to be incinerated too. “Well, I should be leaving now.”, she said as she got up.

“No! Let me go! I beg you! Let me go!”, Donna screeched after her retreating figure. 

Y/n turned around and smiled, “Alright! I guess it’d be a bit safer that way, no?”

“R-really? You’re letting me go?”, Donna’s face was in an ugly mess of tears. Her hair was completely ruined by the storm.

“Yeah!”, Y/n snapped her fingers in response. But before Donna could let out a sigh of relief from having regained control of her body, she was already swept into the storm, only leaving behind a scream which drowned in the wind as well.

The storm had soon settled down and now, Aether and Paimon were scurrying around to find a permanent fix to the problem. Donna was back at her flower shop going about her daily business as well. She seemed to have completely forgotten about the incidents that had occurred during Dvalin’s attack.

Y/n decided to pay a visit to who had probably become her new ‘most favorite person in the city'. “Donna!”, she called out to her.

Donna immediately flinched in fear as she slowly turned around, memories came crashing back into her mind. She tried to run, but soon noticed her right leg had been roughly stitched together. Blood was still gushing out of it. She trembled in fear as Y/n slowly inched closer towards her. “Hmm, only a leg injury? I thought a storm as intense as that would do more.”

What has happened to my leg? Who are you? Somebody! Please help me! Donna wanted to shout these words out loud, but all that came out was, “Ah… A-All I can think about is D-Diluc.” Even the tears of misery didn’t come out.

Y/n was smirking as she got even closer to Donna. “I have always quite liked you. Cute ones are just my type.”, she clenched the young girl’s face pulling it towards herself to place a kiss on her cheek as she chuckled at the despair in the girl’s eyes.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #reader insert #genshin fanfic #donna #donna genshin impact #sagau x reader #genshin impact sagau #self aware genshin #genshin sagau #genshin self aware #genshin oneshots #oneshot #genshin angst #villain mc #genshin villain au

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Can I ask for 5, 8, and 15 for the prompts/wips thing please?

Absolutely! <3

5. What if Mari was aroace in this wouldn't that be funny

You have found: OHSHC AU (Keysmash AU)

Your snippet:

You know how, when the school year starts up, a teacher might get everyone to go around the room and give a couple of vague facts about themselves? Or, even worse, they might split everyone up into teams based on some random, inconsequential factors and they would all be forced to work together on some dumb task? You know how everyone hates that? Yeah. Marinette thought that, of all people, her fellow high schoolers would understand. But alas, here she was, glaring down Dick because he wanted to do a team-building exercise. Bastard. She was going to shoot him. With a paintball gun! Because they were playing paintball!

8. Sometimes things don't go as planned :)

You have found: the villain MC au! MC starts questioning everything after visiting S.T.Y.X. She snaps. But then, the magical mirror in her room decides it's going to send her on another adventure. Back in time. To meet the version of her who had just defeated their first Overblot back in the mines.

Your snippet:

“Do you want to know how many Overblots were at S.T.Y.X.?” She asked, her eyes gleaming. “Twenty-three. They had collected twenty-three over generations, and yet somehow we had met seven by that point. And we were about to meet another three.” Her face paled. “That’s statistically irregular,” Ness continued, her lips pulling into a strange kind of smile. “Too irregular.”

15. Baby baby baby noooooo

You have found: Twst with a very little twist

Your snippet:

“Hi, Mistah.” The boy waved back with a tiny smile of his own. “Deuce,” he said lightly. “Doos.” “Juice,” Ace chipped in, a sly grin making its way over his face. Deuce’s eyes narrowed at him. He opened his mouth to retort –. “Juice! I like juice!” Curly offered his opinion on juice. Or maybe his opinion on Deuce. Honestly, it was kind of hard to tell. Deuce certainly took it the second way, because he visibly melted a little.

#ooooooh a multifandom person #i was wondering if there were some of you here #i have a strong suspicion u were looking for yuu can do it #but i was lazy naming that one #and it comes out in like six days so eh #ask game #snippet #s. plural #maribat #twisted wonderland #ohshc au #keysmash au #villain mc #au doesnt have a name yet #twst with a very little twist

[whatisreggieshortfor]

Rule 44

Elliot x Villain!MC

Part three

#litg #no villa au #villain mc #elliot x mc #litg elliot #litg elliot x mc

[circus-bagel]

New OC: the Ringmaster! haven't quite found a use for them yet...

Pose inspo credit @cutiicosmo on twit! https://twitter.com/cutiicosmo/status/1470732999780024320?s=12

#oc #ringmaster #art #digital art #circus #circuscore #my ocs #amateur art #artists on tumblr #kinda bad art #watchmedrawbadly #the Ringmaster #villain mc

[annarts05]

Found family writing idea (again,  bc i have nothing else to do with my life rn)

Two characters are imprisoned for different crimes, but bond in prison and bust out together, plotting to overthrow the kingdom they both hate. So the protagonists are misunderstood villains who literally plan a palace coup :)

#found family #writing #writing prompt #writing prompts #writing ideas #writeblr #hmmm #this is fun #i love misguided characters #villain mc #love it sob

[serephinastardust]

I hope this doesn't disturb anyone: Elystrias' (villain) chapter

This has lots of potential, but 1st draft of this chapter. Hope you all like Elystria's first dabble with forbidden magic and trying to keep her eyes on the prize, between flash backs to her mother and with whisperings of her doubt and the dark magic whipsering promises help, will she see herself become a villain before its too late?

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As I enter the [insert library of magic name] I glance again at my reflection in the window.I am now back in my normal appearance, with my wardrobe growing to a darker color. I straightened out my hair and pulled it up, and now I’m wearing a black and red corset top, and jean shorts, with some black boots.

If the old me were to see me now. I chuckle to myself as I make way to the ancient texts of the library. Fortunately, no one stopped me, not that I saw anyone. And if it were up to me, I would keep it that way, but I knew the universe would again betray me, so I tried to not to horribly jinx my situation.

I was on a mission. And this was my first stop of many. My footsteps echoed on the polished marble floor as I ventured deeper into the heart of the library. The shelves, stretching infinitely high, were laden with tomes that held the wisdom of ages past. The air was thick with thick with the scent of aged parchment and arcane secrets. I breathed deeply at this scent. It was like a mother’s embrace, welcoming me home. A memory bubbled up unbidden at this feeling.

I was just a child, my eyes wide with wonder as I stood in my family’s library. It was massive, and I had full access to it. My mother, a woman of wisdom and kindness, knelt beside me, her gentle fingers tracing the spines of the ancient tomes. The room was illuminated by the soft glow of candlelight, casting a warm, golden hue upon the shelves lined with books of all shapes and sizes.

“Books are not just words on pages, my little star,” She had said, her voice soft like a lullaby. “They hold the stories of the world, the knowledge of ages past. Every page turned is a journey taken, an adventure embarked upon.”

I remembered how she had pulled a think volume from the shelf, its cover adorned with intricate illustrations. With the utmost care, she opened the book revealing pages filled with magical symbols and vibrant illustrations of mythical creatures. As I leaned closer, my eyes widened with fascination.

“Magic,” she whispered, her eyes alight with a spark of excitement. “It’s the thread that weaves through the tapestry of our world. It’s the thread that weaves through the tapestry of our world. It’s both wondrous and dangerous, my love. Remember, knowledge is a gift, but it must be wielded wisely.

In that moment, she enveloped me in her arms, her embrace a cocoon of safety and love. I rested my head against her shoulder, inhaling the scent of her jasmine perfume. The world outside faded away leaving only the comforting presence of my mother and the soft rustle of the pages turning.

I shook the memory away harshly. My mother had prematurely died years ago, and I didn’t need distractions for my current goals. I realized I had momentarily stopped in my moment of reliving a past long gone, frustrated with myself I angerly continued to make my way back, I needed to know more about The Convergence, I thirsted for it. I needed to stay focused. And a sudden pull on my essence had me turning to the shelves where I found myself in a sea of books. I allowed my fingers to trail over the spines as I continued following my senses.

After a few more turns in multiple different bookshelves, I found myself in some well-lit corridors, I felt like I was about to enter the heart of the library. I shuddered with excitement at that thought, and I allowed my pace to quicken a bit as I ventured into the shadows at the end of the corridors, my thirst for understanding leading me to the promised answers, or in this case a room filled with books whose appearance gave their age away. I took a moment to collect myself. I didn’t need another memory to take my focus now that I was here.

I glanced behind me and didn’t see anyone following me and a quick glance around the room showed a couple books off the shelves. But the room felt like it had been a while since those books had been touched last, and that’s exactly how I liked it, though I thought I could handle it, I wanted a little more time before people caught on to my location and came to disturb me.

Confirming one last time no one was near me, I fully entered the room and shut the door behind. I could potentially be here a while. I put up some runes and glyphs I learned in the past around the door frame, nothing permanent, I just needed to make sure no one disturbed me.

Following the tug of essence, I slowly appreciated all the books I passed by, making mental notes of the texts I needed to set my eyes upon. I need something to absorb and understand these faster. Even my fastest speed read while taking notes, would leave me here for months. I contemplated as the tug grew more and more fierce.  

These languages, though long lost to the general population, I was extremely familiar with. Stopping in what felt like a random shelf of books, no one title catching my eye, my hand unconsciously reached for an ornate volume at my hip. The cover was adorned with symbols that seemed to shimmer with hidden power, whispering promises that I desperately needed. Slowly looking over the cover and making sure there were no locks, traps, or anything that could possibly damage the book upon opening without permission, I opened the book where I stood.

It felt like the words were leaping off the pages, forming intricate incantations and forgotten lore right before my eyes. As I read, it felt like the book was imbedding itself into my memory. And the more I read, the more I started to understand, and things from my own research were clicking into place, making itself part of this new knowledge.

The Convergence, which had been just a name to me moments before, my own theories about it making it an abstract concept, began to take on a tangible form within these pages. The rituals described surrounding it were potent, their implications both exhilarating and terrifying to behold. I was intoxicated by the words, my mind ablaze with the possibilities, the potential. The hunger for power, the thirst for understanding, drove me further into the darkness.

I will also need to go to the Institute of Paranormal Research that Dr. Marlowe mentioned. They should never have been brought into the accident that happened, as my work has never been paranormal related. I always made sure of that. Why would they be interested in my work now, especially once … …

I stopped my thoughts, it was just one more unanswered question, and one if that thread held weight, the answers could be lethal. Time lost its meaning, as I emptied my mind of all unnecessary thoughts again and delved deeper, my surroundings fading away until there was only knowledge—the tantalizing, forbidden knowledge that pulsed through my veins like a drug. Each incantation, each diagram, whispered promises of mastery over the Convergence’s energies. I felt I was on the verge of revelations that could reshape the very fabric of Eldoria.

But in my obsession, there was a small flicker of doubt I couldn’t snuff out yet. Was this path I treaded truly worth the cost? Do I have anything worth losing over the cost? No, I lost them the day my experiment failed along with the runes and glyphs protecting my experiment room. The ancient books spoke of consequences, of risks that could shatter minds and souls. Yet, the lure of power drowned out the cautionary whispers. I pressed on, my hands trembling as they turned the pages of the forbidden texts, my heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and fear. The dark promises I desperately needed to hear slowly gaining in my mind.

“… seeker of truths, embrace the shadows… … within the Convergence lies the key you need. With power comes the ability to change the very fabric of reality. Your loved ones need not be lost forever; you can reclaim their essence, their souls reshaped… …”

I shuddered as the promises wrapped around my heart, it was chilling embrace, but it filled the void left in my soul. I could almost see [insert partner name], here the girls’ laughter, feeling them next to me. This book offered me hope, a possibility amid this world devoid of color.

“… seeker of truths, unlock the secrets of the Convergence, and you shall transcend the boundaries of mortality,” the whispers continued, a sing-song persuasiveness that was both comforting and tempting. “… seeker of truths, with every incantation in the books mastered, every cosmic force harnessed, you will draw closer to the reunion you crave. The power to reshape reality lies within your grasp, waiting for the right hands to yield it.”

 Oh, how I wanted, no, needed these promises right now. I was nearing the end of this wonderfully, beautiful book. And knew that this one was incomplete. I needed to find the rest of the collection if my end goals were to be realized, so I could live the rest of my life peacefully with my family. And to my surprise the last ritual was a boon. It was extremely simple, and a great aid to quenching my thirst for knowledge. I slowly went over this ritual.

The instructions were woven with intricate symbols and arcane phrases. I wasn’t in a room meant for a ritual, but using a ritual room felt wrong somehow. Though the instructions didn’t come right out and say it, it felt like the symbols needed to be placed on my body. Especially considering, I wanted to use this ritual continuously.

I found an empty table and sat the book down, and began preparing for the rituals, making slight adjustments for applying the symbols to my body, instead of writing them in the air. Not thinking twice of the implications of carving the symbols upon my body, I set to work. Not caring about my attire at this point, I pulled out my ceremonial dagger, I had simple runes of power carved into ages ago when I started my research. I also pulled out my rare luminescent ink, I accidentally found this while in some ruins one year verifying some research.

I glanced at the book one more time, verifying that my alterations to the ritual would work, took my clothes off and began. I started the ritual.

“Yrthak mornas, velthar thyndar, Enthar vorak, zythra kalidar, Kyrra mystara, sylthor vandar, Eldor vynthar, Elystria mandar…” I started the chant off slowly and rhythmic, power slowly filling up a small bubble around my body only. As it continued on I grabbed my dagger off the table; and with precision I sliced each of my palms, letting blood seep out and the dagger falling.

" Sylthor vandar, Eldor vynthar, Elystria, thyndar, mandar, Zythra kalidar, kyrra mystara, In shadows deep, we write our saga.” Raising my arms up, almost swaying, I let the blood seep down body, the more coverage I had the more symbols would be marked upon me, and the more books I could interpret at one time.

I know I should have felt disgusted by what I was doing. But in this moment, I truly had stopped caring for what I was doing at this moment. The temptation of all that knowledge, just in this room alone, kicked my hesitation out to the Astral Realm. And on instinct alone, when I felt the moment was right, a lull in the chanting, I grabbed my ink, and dipped a finger into it.

Now it was time for the symbols to take root in me. I repeated the first chant over for each symbol, replacing my name, with the name of the symbols I was calling forth. On my right arm I drew and called up on Kalenth, which signified a thirst for ancient knowledge. On my left arm I draw and called upon the Fyndor, which signified the understanding of ancient texts. The following symbols were Thalys, Sythralis, Xylorenth, Kythos, and many more at varying points on my body where my blood managed to reach.

 As I finished the last symbol, the air crackled with energy as this marked the climax of the ritual, and the last step I personally need to take part in. The ritual itself would complete on its own, finishing when my body absorbed the last remnants of power I created. I watched fascinatingly as some of my blood flew on the ritual page of the book I was referencing. A new chant picked up around me as the books absorbed the blood, making it look like no blood had ever marred its pages.

It was in this moment, I felt whole for the briefest of moments. I watched as the symbols I wrote on my body lit up with starlight, and even more symbols appeared following the trails of blood. When the last symbol lit up, a horrible pain racked through me. It felt like all my bones were breaking and a monster migraine attacked my head, forcing my eyes shut. I can’t say this was worse than losing my family though, but I felt my energy start to leave me from all the pain I was feeling.

Am I dying? Will I go see my family now?

These were my last thoughts, as blackness stole over me as my energy drained out.

(This ritual was supposed to be a as needed ritual. Only requiring a ritual room. No stripping or blood sacrifice needed. How much havic can Elystria cause consciously, if she can unconsciously make a ritual enter the dark magic realm? Also, is that some of her past self creaping in there at the end when she asks if she's dying? I personally think the her that cast the ritual wouldn't have thought those thoughts. Let's see how the next chapter unfolds)

#female writers #my writing #writers on tumblr #novice writer #writers blog #fantasy #villain #villain as a main character #main character villain #villain mc

[jiwoonsea]

“I tolerated Orin… but you…

You, I liked. “

Lord Gort or whatever he’s rotting my brain I’m shaking him vigorously in a box and rotating him in my brain rn

#good morning durgetash nation #goddamnit always falling for the stupid grimy villain #also how the heck do ppl draw his gauntlet like seriously #he’s such a LOSER I love him #fanart #art #digital art #my art #bg3 #bg3 gortash #bg3 mc #bg3 fanart #bg3 durge #bg3 spoilers #gortash x durge #dark urge x gortash #lord gortash #gortash #enver gortash #baldurs gate gortash #durge #digital painting #artists on tumblr #baldurs gate fanart #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate spoilers #the dark urge #dark urge #durgetash #durge spoilers

[cmrosens]

What's Your MC's Theme Song?

Wes has a whole playlist, but the top 3: Crazy - ICEHOUSE Fukstar - WARGASM (UK) I'm Not A Saint - Billy Raffoul Bonus: Wes's overall vibe is The Struts X Maneskin

#i love playlists #songs on repeat #earworm #mc playlist #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writerscorner #anti hero #cosmic horror #pagham on sea #writersofinstagram #villain mc #villain era #anti hero mc #well you gotta be crazy baby to want a guy like me #the struts #maneskin #icehouse #wargasm #billy raffoul #spotify addict

[vforys]

so i. somewhat expanded my obey me pkmn AU

#obey me fanart #obey me mc #kael scribbles #This AU is very much just running on pure vibes lol #there's a villain team now? #also no luke design i. didn't end up making space to put him in but he lives with his dad (simeon). i want to say he has a fidough but #maybe that's a little too mean lol #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo #obey me thirteen #obey me raphael #obey me mephistopheles #phew that is a lot of tags

[bakudekublogblog]

y'all i know kacchan dying like that must have been traumatizing for the bkdk shippers, but like.... he also died in the gayest way humanly possible.... like i can't even imagine going through that bc on one hand it's like my special boy is dead, but on the other he was so love interest coded, shiggy killed him specifically bc of izuku's intense feelings about him, the fucking yearning for izuku as he died, and then the reveal he carries the little all might card he got with izuku around with him like. i cannot stress enough just how gay his death was. like i just know the shippers had to be a little conflicted

#we won but at what fucking cOST #bkdk #bakudeku #if anyone was around during that time i'd love to hear about it #bc to me it's like the most damning bakudeku evidence ever #just bc of how typical superhero tropes go like.... the villain using the love interest against the mc is such a staple of the genre #and that plot point being given to katsuki is NUTTY it's LIKE WHAT #AND THE FUCKING ALL MIGHT CARD THING TOO HE JUST HAS THAT ON HIM CASUALLY LSJDKLSDJFSD KATSUKI #like ever heard the phrase carrying a torch for someone #that's katsuki and the card

[miabrown007]

Félix: kidnapping is a love language Kagami: you have no social skills, idiot

*two weeks later*

Félix: okay, so when Marinette's at her most vulnerable, I'll gaslight her into thinking I'm her boyfriend, so she'll follow me into an abandoned building where we can put her in an altered mental state and present to her my family's life story in the imaginable most cryptic play of theater she has ever seen, which will reveal to her our horrible secret and the fact that her abusive father-in-law is also her arch-nemesis Kagami: you're so big brained, bae 🥰

#I LOVE THEM BUT GOD THAT WAS THE LEAST SELF-EXPLANATORY WAY TO GO ABOUT THIS #fucking theater kids /lh #miraculous ladybug #ml spoilers #ml representation #ml representation spoilers #maybe they do team up nicely with Marinette because can ever be simple sfdgdfhgjfhg #I'm so pumped for the final ohmygodddd #also did you know I wrote a story in highschool where the son of the villain revealed his family's true nature to the MC #in a cryptic fairy tale. where he assigned his father as the evil prince who moved into the king's family and married the pricess #who ended up comatose and waiting for revival? #the moral of the story is we're all insane here and I cannot believe I literally wrote 30k about this #and not have the gall to diss on feligami they are the MVPs fgdhjdfhgfjgk #also props for being so much more useful going about this whole thing than Luka <3

[profoundmakerdreamerss-blog]

Tomarry AU where Tom HATES this book he read because his favourite character dies a miserable death. So what if his favorite character was a no-named side villain? Why does it matter that he only had like seven lines (seven is Tom's favourite number anyways)? He was still gorgeous, smart and strong and beautiful — and it doesn't matter that others think he isn't all that because they would never know him— understand him like TOM DOES.

An AU where Tom has a healthy obsession with a character named Harry Potter, a no named baron's son who was the first to go against the king (MC's father, and the mc who is incidentally known as Draco Malfoy, ahem anyways); he tries to “poison” him. But he gets caught or to be more precise he ends up sacrificing himself for the common girl Hermione Granger (the female lead, I'm sorry guys but imagine the fucking drama.) who gets blamed for his transgressions.

But that is not why Tom falls for this weak villain, no — it's because he respects how this no-named orphan became a baron on his own two feet without anyone being there for him especially in a world where old money and title is everything— and he hates how he had to give his life for the MC to notice the female lead? (Harry is better looking and smarter than her anyways — Tom, in an online forum perhaps.)

Anyways, now imagine Tom dying (he hated it so yes he ends up looking for immorality anyways.) and waking up in the world he hated. Now imagine, Tom Riddle, waking up in the body of a Duke who wasn't even given a name in the novel. (He would know because he has a photographic memory, ok? It's totally not because he read it more than 14 times) and then saying fuck it and owning it.

Just think, Tom taking over the world slowly with his worldly knowledge while trying to keep Harry alive because even though he was right about Harry being smart; the guy treats his life like Draco treats his money - you get the idea.

#so yes #Tom Riddle but isekai's and tries to seduce the canon fodder #oh and he also takes over the world while he is at it #yes order is the main villain of the story tom read #Ron's family is still poor im sorry #Hermione can end up with Ron or Draco #it's up to you #but honestly i put them as mc #because draco is the signature blonde prince while Hermione is the signature smart brunette #like its a trope LMAOO #but dw Tom makes it all better #by being the bigger Villain? #haha. because guess what maybe Lucius was the main villain all along #ill stop #its just #its so like tom to fall for the villain in the story 😭 #my man's probably hate read the story to shit on people because: #his harry deserved better #tomarry #harrymort #tom riddle #Harry Potter #also yes Tom still has black duchy's royalty #but he is the one who ends up winning Bellatrix and Barty #and yes Narcissa (the queen) helps Tom save Harry 🥰 #Ron is still Harry's best friend btw and because of Tom now so is hermione :')

[insxmniaxx]

LORD HAVE MERCYYYYY

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #jamil viper #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #twst yuu #twst mc #i want both of them to step on me #lmao like father like son #twisted wonderland chapter 7 #liia vanrouge got me in a chokehold fr #He's in his villain arc <3

[oh-wow-im-still-here]

Every time I'm liking and reblogging crossover art that feature both luo binghe and hua cheng in it my body shudders as I have a premonition that if a crossover ever existed, and they actually interacted, they would absolutely not be able to fucking stand each other. It would be catastrophic. Like two beta fish being put in the same tank. One has GOT to kill the other to reset the natural order of things.

#i think theyre too similar but also too different at the same time to safely be in a room together #i dont have any evidence just vibes #which is a shame bcuz luo binghe and xie lian is the superior and ultimate crossover buddy duo among mxtx mcs imo #svsss #tgcf #scum villains self saving system #heaven official's blessing #luo binghe #hua cheng

[mxzyuu]

Like the moonflower, she blooms so beautifully during the night..

#im still alive #this is to commemorate ikevil's en release! #even though it's still under maintenance as of now.. #art style changes yet again— #ikemen villains #ikevil #ikemen mc

[twstjam]

I am once again back at it with the random fic prompts

Fic where Yuu is Briar Valley's Most Wanted and though they ARE a criminal they were actually framed for this particular crime and their friends (the first years gang) all know this and help them hide. Even Sebek helps them (this causes Major drama later on ofc) and Yuu hides in some old ruins until their friends find proof of their innocence.

In the meantime there's this weird guy with horns who keeps showing up around the ruins. He doesn't know who Yuu is though, so they let him stick around and he keeps them company when he visits.

Some of their conversations, when not talking about gargoyles, go something like this:

"Hi Tsunotarou! Has that criminal that's at large in your country finally been caught?" "Good evening. Hm. I'm afraid not. How about you? May you return home yet?"

They both somehow do not put the pieces together.

(Alternate scenario: Fic where Yuu is Briar Valley's Most Wanted because their mysterious bestie Tsunotarou who lurks around old ruins and is actually the crown prince of fae fell in love with them. The wrong people found out about this and put a bounty on Yuu's head to have some sort of leg up on the briar fae royalty, but Malleus, in all his genius, said "I'll do you one better." and put an EVEN BIGGER bounty on Yuu's head so that he can have them instead and now it's a race on who can get Yuu first avdjdhdj. Meanwhile Yuu is just confused on why everyone wants them dead (they do not know Malleus is secretly their bestie Tsunotarou who's in love with them. All that they know is that the Briar Heir wants them hunted down for no apparent reason))

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