#oooooh

[dailydccomics]

Poison Ivy by Babs Tarr

[do-some-of-that-pilot-shit]

Ice: You know, it's been a while since you caused some sort of problem.

Ice: I'm proud of you

Mav:

Ice:

Mav:

Ice: What did you do, Mitchell

[dipplinduo]

S&S D —

Juliana, gets injured in the terrarium:

Kieran, nowhere near her: Something just happened.

Pecharunt: ????? Kieran: I felt a disturbance in the force. Pecharunt: I am the force bitch??? And I'm supposed to be disturbing you?!??!

Kieran, completely ignoring: I should text Juliana and see if she's alright.

[onejellyfishplease]

Part 4

(Prev) (First)

Oh April. What are you doing?

(Next)

[hes-a-rat-whisperer]

"let me show you real magic!"

(sorcerers and swindlers AU part 1)

RP with my wonderful sweetheart @surprise-sausage-party <3 <3

"come one, come all!"

right in the middle of the plaza a small crowd formed, only getting bigger the more the well dressed gentleman in its midst spoke.

why was that?

why, that guy was no ordinary man! he was a man of magic!

"see what my powers allow me to do! with just a single wave of my hand, I am now capable of controlling these rodents!" the man said, leading the crowd's attention towards the small table he was standing next to.

He waved his hands around as he said, and amazingly, the three rats aimlessly running around on it came to a halt, swaying from side to side as if it a trance.

there were still some sceptics in the audience, but that feat alone already earned him a couple of 'ooooh's.

"now watch this!" the man said, snapping his fingers and making the rats move.

two of them stood next to each other, their snouts facing the crowd, as the third rat suddenly leapt on top of the two others' heads, it's little hands in the air as if it were striking a pose.

"oooh!!" "that is incredible!!" "how did he do that??"

the man chuckled, basking in his fame.

up until someone from the back piped up.

"how do we know those things aren't just well trained?" they said, earning agreement from the others. "right! they could just be well trained!" someone said, acting as if they were making a new point, despite the fact they were just parroting the other.

the magician only chuckled in response.

"why, there are limits to how well you can train a rat, aren't there?" he explained.

once again, he snapped his fingers, putting the little ones back into their trance.

"how about some suggestions?" he asked the crowd, challenging the notion that he trained them, by letting the crowd lead his magic.

this chance of participation excited the audience as they waited for the magician to pick someone.

however, what those poor people didn't see, were the other rats..

while three of them were busy amusing them, five others scurried around between their legs, picking their wallets out of their pockets without being spotted.

with a few hops, they ran behind the magician, dropping their loot into the bag beside his feet.

[epiclamer]

Continue The Auction.

(this is a threat btw)

I got like thirty million asks to continue this one so…

@psychiclibrariesquotestoad @whumpsday @foxinlongsocks @chvrmor @snowshower @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @hollowgast1 @bitchy-leftist-bisaster @fleur-alise @cupcakes-and-pain

Part 1

The Auction Pt. 2

“One hundred. Thousand. Dollars.” Villain spat and the whole room went silent. A few stray gasps and giggled whispers, but nobody dared to utter a word.

Supervillain smiled, their gleaming show host smirk was unnaturally perfect and it made Villains blood boil. They were going to pull every single one of their ghostly white teeth from their mouth.

“Going once, going twice, going three times…” Supervillains gaze fell back on their former friend. “Sold. To Villain up here in the front!”

An outrage of applause burst from the crowd, many villains going as far as to stand from their seats. After all, it was probably the most anyone had ever paid for a hero before in the auction.

Yet, Villain didn’t waste another second, pushing past the sea of criminals that were now flooding them for handshakes and signatures. So much for staying under the radar.

Villain raced up the steps and onto the stage, followed by the dizzying flash of cameras as they searched for their nemesis. One small trip over their own feet and they landed neatly in the supervillain’s arms. Their charmingly menacing gaze pierced through Villains skull as they helped them up and off behind the curtain. Leading them with small steps as if they were a child who needed guidance.

The villain shook themselves free from their superior’s strong hold as they headed for the velvety sheet. Behind which held many secrets and many scars.

They looked behind as they disappeared backstage, Supervillains grin had fallen and their appearance was anything but cheery. It was unsettling to say the least and when the supervillain’s smile returned it was colder than ice.

“Enjoy.”

The villain picked up their pace. Practically running to the “pickup” station as they fumbled through crowds of owners and buyers. When the villain had finally made it to the counter the last criminal had just finished their paperwork, saluting the desk worker as they headed for the exit.

Just because the auction put heroes on display didn’t mean you couldn’t buy any in advance. If someone was particularly keen on selling earlier than the planned date they could list them and people could get a sooner shot with a good sum of money. It made sense, but Villain wondered if they would’ve ever even realized Hero was for sale since they never checked the listings.

Thank the Gods, Supervillain was too proud to simply get rid of them and waited for the final show.

“Ooh, well if it isn’t the highest bidder. Quite the show you put on out there, hm? You must really want this hero…” The worker remarked, barely lifting their gaze from their computer as they slipped some papers in front of the villain.

“Sign here, here and here. Then head to room four o’ two. They’ll be waiting.”

Villain was done in a matter of seconds, racing off down the hall where they stumbled across their room quickly. They would’ve ripped the door open and rushed to Hero’s side, but something along the lines of guilt coiled in their chest and suddenly the realization that maybe Hero didn’t want to see them or to be with them struck.

This was the villain’s fault after all. If they had kept better tabs on their friends and enemies, maybe Hero would’ve never been put through all of this.

They opened the door, trying their best to stay calm and collected when their eyes landed on Hero’s form shaking and huddle in the corner. Hero was whimpering and crying softly as they hugged themselves into a ball. It reminded Villain of their former self, the one Hero helped encourage out of their shell, now Villain would have to do the same.

“Hero?”

Their whining stifled and they stilled from their shakes, but they didn’t turn or acknowledge the villain in any other way.

“Hero, hey, I’m here to help. I’m going to get you out of here.”

Villain took the risk and stepped into the room, taking soft and slow paces towards their former nemesis until they were only a foot away.

They kneeled down, “Hero, you’re okay now. I’m here. Remember me? It’s Villain.”

The villain reached a gentle hand out, ready to sensitize Hero to their touch in the kindest way possible. “Hero—”

However, the hero had other plans. The second Villains hand made contact with their shoulder, they pounced. Jumping up and turning to face the villain, bowling them over so their hips were pinned and kept low to the floor, while one of their hands held Villains head to the floor and the other kept a makeshift knife to their throat.

The other gave up the fight pretty quickly once they became aware of the weapon just inches away from bringing them a painful death. Villain relaxed and let Hero take control, their weak and malnourished body could’ve been easily overpowered, but if this is what they were most comfortable with then it was the first steps to gaining their trust.

That’s what mattered.

“Congrats, Villain. You won. You bought your life long enemy. Now, you’re going to listen very carefully or I’m going to kill you. Simple enough?”

Villain nodded, feeling the tip of the shiv dig into their skin like a pinprick. Drawing a droplet of blood as it slid down the side of their throat and onto the cement cell floor.

“You’re going to take me out of here, without any suspicion, and get in the passenger seat of your car. I’ll deal with the rest.”

[twisting-roads]

MY FAVORITE DESIGN THING EVER IS WHEN THERES A GUY WITH MARKINGS UNDER/AROUND THEIR EYES THAT LOOK LIKE EYEBAGS. PLEASE I LOVE YOU

[dailytitaneren]

FeiMaoYangRi Studio - Eren Yeager

[virgothozul]

« What are you mofos looking at »

[dailydccomics]

Dr. Pamela Isley by Yanick Paquette

[aspocko]

so we know all about jim's quest to avenge the death of their family. but tell me more about oluwande offering to be family for jim, too, only for him to get marooned and left to die. talk to me again about jim's quest to avenge the death of their family.

[rexonalapis]

do you know sigewinne and miri from buddy daddies share the same jp va

they share WHAT?!

[a-menacetosociety]

Hello my dear :3

I will now be randomly saying that on random days I will randomly send you random things inside of your inbox at random times if I randomly see you on other people's accounts randomly

Wow. Well that's random-

[epiclamer]

Can I possibly request a piece in which Hero is injured by Supervillain and shows up on Villain's doorstep and Villain gets really protective please?? It's okay if not!

In the meantime, have some croissants!:

✨️🥐🥐🥐🥐🥐✨️

Is it because I’m French?

Cw: blood, wound, death threat.

(No reposts but reblogs appreciated <3)

Revenge

“Fuck.” Hero watched as more blood spilled through their hands. Staining Villains wooden patio steps as they slammed the doorbell with their fist again. Hoping, praying, that Villain was home. That they could help them.

After another moment of silence, just as Hero was about to give up, the clomping of angry footsteps sounded from the other side of the door. Relief washed over Hero until another sharp pain in their abdomen cut through their spine and they groaned, grasping the wall with all their force for support.

The door swung open and Villains messy civilian outfit of sweatpants and a sweatshirt could finally be seen. A towel thrown over their hair and a toothbrush in their mouth was visible and accounted for since it was getting late. But, the visible emotion of fury that burned in Villains eyes completely dissipated when they saw Hero and the gaping wound they were so tightly clasping.

“Hey.”

Stupid. Had Hero nothing better to say? Nothing more nonchalant or greeting to say besides a wobbly hey?

Villain pushed the door open all the way, eyes stuck to the blood drenching the side of Hero’s suit. They didn’t have to say anything, Hero took the gesture as a wordless welcome and took their first steps inside.

Hero’s feet seemed to lose all knowing of how to walk the second they set foot inside and Villain was able to close the door. The next step they took towards the couch they had crashed on so many times, was set at the wrong angle and immediately they were falling straight for the floor.

Hero braced for the impact, squeezing their eyes shut and hugging their side even tighter. However, only their knees ever hit the wooden planks beneath them and the collar of their suit cinched at the neck. The crime-stopper couldn’t help but wonder if some invisible force had caught them and was keeping their face from slamming into the ground. But, that idea was bashed when they opened their eyes to reveal a confused looking villain holding them up by the back of their collar.

Villain let go of their hand that was still holding their toothbrush and offered it out to their nemesis. Hero let go of their side with the hand that wasn’t attempting to stop the blood flow and took Villains gratefully. Once on their feet they headed for the couch again, this time with Villains help it was a successful mission.

“What happened to you.” Villain asked, pulling out the first aid kit and tossing the towel on their head to Hero to help ebb the blood. Toothbrush falling and clattering to the floor as they spoke, wiping their mouth to try and get rid of the minty froth in their mouth.

Everything in Villains demeanour changed as they began to focus and the seriousness of the situation began to dawn on them both. But, there was something behind the edge in Villains tone, something fuelling the way they so furiously began to grab the emergency packets of first aid essentials and rummage through them for the stitches.

They had both been through these types of accidents before, but this time there was something about how badly Hero was injured that was driving Villain. Something that flickered in their eyes as they scanned over Hero’s wound.

Hero chuckled, “Supervillain sure did a-a number on me, h-huh…” Pain was starting to take a toll on their consciousness and the loss of blood certainly wasn’t helping.

“Supervillain.” Villain spat the name. Unable to hide the anger burning them up on the inside. How incredibly frustrated they were with both Hero—who was off parading into the most dangerous villain in towns base—and Supervillain—who had the audacity to touch Villains, Hero.

Black spots danced in and out of Hero’s view as Villain leaned them back and removed the towel and hand from covering their wound. A small stutter in their movements when they finally got a full glance, but it didn’t phase them for over a second. Immediately resuming their work as Hero groaned and leaned their head back.

“Sleep, Hero. You need your rest. Supervillain won’t hurt you anymore, they won’t have the life to do it.”

[vocaloid-song-of-the-day]

My Love is Hellfire by SLAVE.V-V-R feat. MEIKO