#they probably mostly have their normal look on underneath. aka still have their bandages

[thegreatyin]

scoundrel?? what scoundrel???? the magnificent mr cards (who ironically has more of a flower aesthetic going on) is completely unrelated to any "bandaged scoundrels" running around the neath. in fact it's never heard of the word scoundrel ever in its entire definitely long definitely ancient life. but yknow, hypothetically, if it did know the scoundrel, it's confident that they're really really really handsome and cool and epic and they're almost just as amazing as it is and you should totally donate all your valuables to them and stuff

aaand because i like them too much, have a transparent version. the Creachure. the Thing, even.

[local-raccoon]

#VD9suitcontest entry!!

Ahhhhhhh I made a few of them bc they just kept pooling in my head. It’s kind of embarassing bc they go from “hmm yeah” to “im trying and failing” and justttttttttttttttttttttt  wanted to made them and thats it lol.

Under the cut bc It’s just too much!!

Check out the super cool zine @bnhavillaindeku-zine is making!! The staff is hella cool and the rewards are hella amazing. They all deserve the world and more (!!!!!)  This thingy is for their suit contest in which we gotta design Izuku’s villain suit.

The links are here!! Pre orders end on September 9, you still have a few days left!!!  Go go goooo!!  PO’s page || Shop page

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The modern ninja.

Hoodie – A simple black hoodie. He wears a bullet-proof vest underneath it.

Pants – Loose fitting pants for mobility and just being comfortable.

Knee guards, arm guards and gloves – The three of them are police-standard. He got them from an actual police gear shop. They are pretty simple but useful.

Throwing knifes – He has a great bunch of them, was inspired by Stain to use them… and to mock him too.

Mask – It’s so totally not a mask, just a too long scarf that got mutilated once or twice. It has an awfully drawn smiley face that is supposed to be mocking All Might’s.

Boots – The only difference with the knee and arm guards is that he painted them red. He loved his red shoes, you see. They are pretty heavy, too.

 Au background (or whatever this is)

A world where Izuku got tired of being treated like garbage and decided to take the matter onto his hands. At first, he was just a vigilante, leaving alone the heroes and having a little bit of hope that they were different. He was wrong. Once it became clear to him that most heroes where almost as bad as villains, he began to target heroes too.

He’s a sneaky rat. His tolerance levels went down to 0. This Izuku is aggressive, sassy and petty af. He’s done with everyone’s bullshit and the only person he tolerates at this point is his mother.

He might or might not be affiliated with the league. Maybe he doesn’t trust them much, but they are useful, too. (He might or might not have a quirk too.)

His costume mocks All Might, Eraserhead, Stain and the Police, bc he’s a lil shit.

He is always ready to fight and set the world on fire.

--------------- I think villain Izuku would go for a more useful oufit than a flashy, interesting one. (but at the same time i disagree with myself) sO The point in this suit was to make it out from stuff you can get from actual shops. I don’t know if it happens everywhere or my hometown is weird, but in here there are shops where you can get actual military gear, excluding the guns, ofc, but you can go full militar gear and it’s... a bit expensive but not too much. So i was thinking Izuku (or anyone, really) could do just that and nobody would bat an eye???

and even if they did, there are some places that cell construction gear and they work almost the same as military gear. U can get some nice and sturdy knee guards and it would be totally normal.

In this AU idk if Izuku is with the league or not, if he has a quirk or not, but i’m inclined to think he actually does both. And is a villain mostly out of spite and revenge.

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(see how they go from hmmm to uhgggg)

The bartender. (aka the one i gave most though)

Hair – Gelled to the side and tamed to the best of his abilities.

Shirt – A normal white dress shirt. Has tons of them ironed and ready to use. Rolls the sleeves up so they don’t get stained or in the way.

Pants – A pair of black slacks. Has tons of them too, they are surprisingly comfy.

Shoes – Moccasins. All black and meticulously cleaned. They shine.

Appron – Part of the bar’s uniform. Nothing special.

Gloves – Black leather fire resistant gloves with red palms. Used to hide the scars in his hands. (I really liked V!D9 Izuku’s gloves, didn’t have the heart to change them)

Scars – Has a lot of them on his arms and back.

 Background/whatever.

Midoriya Inko is dead. It was the heroes fault but no one would believe the ‘traumatized child’ it happened. Izuku is sent to a quirkless orphanage and develops a passive-aggressive personality. He makes a plan and starts working to make it reality. He’s never actually adopted, even if he does have some interviews, he’s just not interested. So he stays with the old man that takes care with of the orphanage and sees how the world is even crueler than he initially thought. The old man sees the way he is being silently consumed by his rage and hatred, tries to help but somehow they end up having similar ideals and turn into something like partners in crime. The old man says he’s “too old to actually give a damn”.

 He opens a business with the old man’s help and the money left to him from his mother. It’s a simple café in the day and a bar in the night. It’s pretty small and totally average. The only thing that catches attention are two plates in the front door that say “Quirkless welcome” and “Uniforms not allowed”.  He doesn’t allow anyone in uniform inside his business. No heroes, no villains, no police officers. Of course, people try to give him shit because of this but he knows the laws and that, legally speaking, he’s not doing anything wrong. Nobody can touch him.

 Izuku is more like an informant type of villain. This doesn’t mean he can’t take care of himself, of course, your biggest mistake will ever be to underestimate him for his looks. He focuses on getting information and working it on how ever it favors him. He isn’t afraid of going against other villains nor heroes. Not even the League. It takes him some time but he manages to set up his own network, getting information on both heroes and villains. The first thing he does is to expose all the heroes that where involved with Inko’s death.

Nobody really knows he’s the one to get the information, though. They think he’s just The Bartender, the messenger. What could a useless, quirkless nobody do, anyways?

 He takes his status of quirkless and uses it to his advantage with the best of his capabilities. Anything to fulfill his goal.

 The worst kind of villain are those who actually use their brains, after all.

-------------------- Escentially, my entry on the “Villain Izuku with an actual suit” trope. Initially, i though of him being something like Kurogiri’s partner, they both would make plans and make sure no one mess up. But then i though “Izuku would be totally capable of doing this all on his own. He just needs the right motivation.” and what better motivation than hate and having nothing else to lose.

An i really like bartender’s outfits lol.

I also headcanon that this Izuku knows how to use an unexpected amount of fire arms. (guns, rifles, shotgus, etc) and would never hesitate to shoot a bih. But i didn’t have the time to draw him with them (guns are hard ot draw!!) so i’m just leaving it here :/, hoping it somehow counts.

This Izuku is actually quirkless, everything he does is thanks to his brain. He learned how to break apart both information and people. bC I THINK IZUKU COULD DO IMPRESSIVE THINGS WITH OR WITHOUT A QUIRK.

/breathes/

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The Street fighter.

Hoodie – A green plain hoodie. Used to hide his body and just how buff he is.

Face mask – Cheap and with little probabilities of it falling off or untying.

Loose pants – Easy to move in.

Knee pads – For support and protection. They are just normal Knee pads.

Sneakers – A pair of comfy and durable sport sneakers. The little short absorption they have is good enough.

Bandages – His hands are bandaged in the same way of a boxer’s. He is seen with constant injures on his face because he is a street fighter. His arms are scarred because of fights too.

Hairstyle – Has an undercut and dyed hair. Usually, he dies the top black and leaves the roots green, sometimes dyes it all black. Changes them constantly so people won’t be able to relate him with Inko.

 Bakcground:

Not much to say. I just wanted to draw him as a street fighter.

He ran away/got kidnapped at a not-so-young age (10-12???) Didn’t saw a reason to go back/didn’t want to be found so he learned how to fend for himself and fight. Works in an underground fight center as both a fighter and information broker. He’s fast on his feet, even without a quirk, and can pack a punch strong enough to knock someone out in seconds. Specializes in speed and precision. It’s better to know where to punch and how hard that just punching mindlessly.

 Always parkour’s his way out of bad situations. The most frustrating villain/vigilante the police has dealt with. Has personal issues against Eraserhead because he’s the only one that can almost match his pace.

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I JUST WANTED TO DRAWN HIM AS A BRAWLER HASJDHAJSDHASD

He’s part of another villain group and quirkless. He fights with only kicks, punchs and sTREET SMARTS(!!!!). Parkoúr is a thing. He probably breakdances too, bc he can. A kind of-free man living the live as a thug.

Idk what else to add here. Maybe just that i got inspired with the sneakers lmao lOOK AT THEM IM PROUD. they came out way better than i was expecting. The pose too, how did that even happened.

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SO THATS ALL. Thank you for coming to my pep talk/whatever this is.

Pls buy a copy. it’s a very cool zine. Here are the links again:  PO’s page || Shop page 

Uhhhhhhhhhhh.  Yeah, bye.

[hitomishiga]

uh some unpolished fic thats either from the plane or from sitting in the hotel room but I don’t feel confident selling as Real Fic aka didn’t make the cut 4 the next monster of the week

2) Parasyte

Oh, God.

Maki feels like she’s gonna be sick. She has to hold on to the railing to stop herself from doing something stupid. In forensics she’s used to seeing some pretty gruesome stuff, but this is the worst thing she’s ever seen in her entire life.

The body (can she even call it that anymore? A body?) looks like it’s been flayed right open. No, flayed is the wrong word. Peeled is more like it, peeling like the skin of an apple, revealing bloody flesh underneath in such intact composition it makes her want to rip out her eyeballs. But more importantly, she can see what all the fuss was about before - up close, the gaping hole where the face opened up like some obscene alien mouth is lined with sharp needle-like teeth all the way in. Something that might be called a tongue if you were lenient enough extends limply from the position the spine should have connected with the skull. The jaw, now nonexistent, had split open and now the two halves of the jawbone sit either side of its amorphous, anomalous face. Like pincers. Like hellish, sickening pincers. The neck had apparently mostly exploded open too, but when Maki inspects it further, she can see the seams where the skin-flaps meet, where it could’ve gone further.

And that is another matter entirely. It’s wasn’t just the face that had peeled open, it was the body, as well. The carcass lies flat on its back, so Maki can’t see it too well, but she heard reports that things burst out of the spine, peeling back and back and back until it was a mass of flesh-and-skin-and-organ tentacles. Some of those sit lifelessly on the bed, not bleeding, but still wriggling. They’re tipped with claws that might have been bone, once.

Disgusting.

“A piece o’ work, huh.”

Toujou Nozomi, investigator and longtime colleague of Maki’s, creeps up behind. Maki hisses instead of screaming and turns around. God.

“Y- yeah…” She stutters. Her eyes flick back to the body. “I don’t feel like- I don’t feel like this was a normal homicide.”

No shit.

Nozomi snorts, sort of a laugh, but not really, because a morgue isn’t a place for that kind of thing. “You really think that?” She teases, and Maki’s ears go red. Nozomi takes a closer look at the monstrous cadaverous face with a face and stomach of steel. How does she do that? Nozomi speaks up thoughtfully after a pause to drag on her weird e-cig, “the eyewitness reports are a bit vague, but I think I know what this is.”

Maki scoffs. “Yeah? What do you think it is?”

“Aliens.”

“Oh, come on.”

“I’m serious,” Nozomi says, all mirth in her eyes gone completely. She scratches her chin and stretches back, her eyes roving across the body in a way that makes Maki’s teeth grit. She looks - kind of nervous. Her eye twitches. “Obviously we’ll haveta wait for the DNA samplings and all of that. But this thing - it’s not a human, that’s for sure. Look at the arrangment of the organs. They’ve just… Moved. Shifted. It’s not human physiology.”

The tone in her voice is colder than the morgue itself. Maki swallows. It feels a little bit like she’s been scolded. She hates it when Nozomi is like this. She hates it when Nozomi is right for once.

“So…”

Nozomi sets her gaze on Maki. It’s chilly.

“Remember the mystery murder up in Russia?”

“Do I.” Of course Maki remembers. They all remember. Unknown body, mangled beyond repair, shot by a farmer who thought it was a fox. When they got to it, it reeked of rot and looked more like an exploded watermelon than a person. “Don’t see what that has to do with his, though. Wasn’t that - wait, you don’t - you don’t think they’re connected do you?”

Nozomi doesn’t answer, not right away. She’s infuriating like that. Instead, she traces a line down the one intact arm where red raw flesh peeks up beneath. It trembles. Maki feels her teeth grit on edge like Nozomi is tearing a chalkboard with her nails and not a cadaver.

“I know so,” she says in a voice she always uses when she knows Maki won’t believe her. And Maki doesn’t, or she doesn’t want to. But it’s compelling. Nozomi traces the line of Maki’s jaw with closed eyes and bated breath, and looks away from Maki to take another drag. “Ya don’t believe me now, Maki, but you’ll see. You’ll see.”

Maki’s left, for a very long time after that, with a feeling of unease and a shifting under her chest like slugs in her veins.

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3) Zombie (mundane)

“Woah!” Riko screams, “Chika oh my god watch ou-”

She doesn’t get the chance to finish her warning, of course, because Chika veers the car dangerously and they end up hitting the thing anyway.

“Chika! You almost killed someone!”

Chika, dutifully looking pale and frantic, tries three times to turn the ignition off and swings open the door without closing it. Riko, almost too afraid to follow, waits behind the windshield and the glaring car lights for a moment. They’re alone. They’re on an empty road. They’re far from home. Riko might have signal, Chika definitely doesn’t, they checked. Riko, so far, has managed to avoid a single felony in her life. She doesn’t want manslaughter to be her first.

With a steeled nerve, Riko slowly opens the door to investigate.

“Chika!” She shrieks. “You just killed someone!”

Indeed, it seems that way. Riko can barely take it all in. A body, strewn across the road, barely illuminated by the headlights. An arm definitely twisted the head, wrong way. And - and was that a leg over there?

Riko feels sick.

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god-” Chika’s chittering to herself, pale as a ghost and shaking all over. She bends down and feels for a pulse, which is dumb, because this person is obviously dead. Actually, it looks like they’ve been dead for hours. Maybe days. Riko isn’t an expert on dead people, not exactly.

“Call an ambulance-”

“I don’t have signal! You call an ambulance!”

“No no I can’t do that th- this is-” Riko breaks off with an ungodly scream. Not because of the dead body but because of the moving body. Like, the body twitched. And it’s eyes snap open.

“Ohhhh,” groans the zombie, “ow, ow, my- my leg?”

Chika joins Riko in screaming and they clamp together in fear. Riko’s never seen Chika scared before. But she’s also never seen a talking dead person before, so.

“You’re- you’re-” Chika, quick to recover, points with a trembling finger. “You’re-”

“Ah shit,” the zombie says, and sits up and wipes her face off. “Hey, can one of you mortals just - like, pass my leg here or something? Never mind, I’ll just do it myself.”

True to their word, the zombie just starts pulling themselves forward with their hands and clumsily reaches for the half of their leg that got detached in the accident. “Keeps coming off,” they mumble to themselves, “stupid leg.”

Riko watches in grotesque curiosity as the zombie joins their leg together and the wound fuses right before her eyes. The zombie stands up and dusts themselves off. Now Riko can see they’re wearing a weirdly out-of-place gothic dress and combat boots. Also they’re wearing makeup, but like, stage makeup. In the middle of a country road at night. Also they’re alive, apparently.

Which is a good thing, because it means Riko hasn’t committed manslaughter and isn’t going to prison just yet.

“So,” the zombie(?) says, putting their hands on their hips, “you guys probably have questions, I get it I get it. Everyone has a question for the great fallen angel Yohane.”

There’s a pause. A chilly wind sends goosebumps up Riko’s skin. “Yohane”’s pose deflates a little.

“You’re a fallen angel?” Chika asks incredulously. Chika, Riko feels like saying, she just got hit by a car and put her leg back on like she was tying her shoes, and that’s what you’re sceptical about?

Yohane looks like they’ve been stung and pointedly makes an effort to avoid eye contact. “Well, uh, technically…” they grimace. “… No, I’m just a person, I guess.”

“You literally just died and came back again.” Riko points out.

“Oh! That!” Yohane says, as if it were the kind of detail people could just forget about. “Yeah, sometimes this happens.”

Sometimes this happens, Riko repeats, sensibly in her head. Chika, for her part, looks greatly amused and no longer shaken.

“Woah!” She exclaims. “Does it, uh, hurt?”

Yohane winces. “Duh?”

“Oh my god I’m so sorry about hitting you with my car-”

“Shouldn’t you have apologised straight away? Getting hit by cars is not a pleasant experience!”

“I didn’t realise there was anyone on this road!”

“It’s a main thoroughfare - of course, you shouldn’t have been so careless…”

Riko fixates her gaze on the slow dribble of blood down Yohane’s ashen grey leg. She swallows. Yohane stops their jabbering for a moment to follow Riko’s worried glance. They wipe the blood with one finger and grimace.

“I don’t suppose… You have any, like, bandages, or anything?”

Her excitement and stress and situation finally catching up to her, Riko’s body decides now is the perfect time to pass out.