#villian of the weak

[gurggggleburgle]

Listen I just think it be funny if given how much of a conquering fuckboy Bingge was that in some distant future where he's like historical figure people barely remember you do a DNA test and find out you have like 1% heavenly demon and its treated with all the modern weight and gravitas of finding Genghis Khan in your gene pool. Like congrats you inherited the fuckboy gene.

Like can you even imagine how much that would offend him to be reduced to a footnote and idle marker on a DNA family test? I'd say the man is rolling in his grave but we converted that man into a generator ages ago on account of all that turning.

[ashandcinders]

The thing about Sha Hualing is that she’s a hypocrite and I love her

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[sawyarts]

Unfortunately obsessed with Waloed

[storge]

ZHU RUI as Princess Linhai Weaving a Tale of Love Season 2 (2023)

[our-destiny]

Care giver Michael forcing reader to age regress ♡

Cw: Forced age reggressing, kidnapping

Something was wrong about his behavior towards you, that much you were sure of. He always looks at you like one would a stray kitten; gentle with a hint of pity. Or like you were a newborn fawn, learning to walk for the first time, tripping over your own feet. And you guess that's were the nickname came from; Bambi. You wondered if he even knew your name considering he never used it, only ever calling you Bambi. You questioned him about it, multiple times, but his only response was that it suites you. A little baby deer he needed to protect, he needed to guide. That's his job as an angel after all. No, it's not weird that he gives you special treatment, after all you are special, constantly among demons, yet your soul is as pure as a child's.

He always treated you like a child, too. You are never allowed near anything dangerous; such as the Devildom, but also knives. It's gotten to the point you're not even allowed a butter knife. He also enjoys picking out clothes for you, or at least limiting your options. You have to wear pastel colours, nothing too revealing. There are sometimes when he dresses you as what you can only describe as an angel. He makes you wear white and gold, and sometimes even makes you wear wings and a halo. No matter how much you protest it doesn't make a difference. He's the strongest angel in the Celestial Realm while you're just a measly human. And no, you don't have the brothers on your side anymore. He removed your pacts and took you to the Celestial Realm, they have no idea where you are. Even if you do escape from him, everyone knows that Michael is your guardian and will bring you back to him when they see you out by yourself. I doubt you can evade the entire population of the Celestial Realm.

He acts like nothing's wrong. Like he didn't take you up here against your will and strip you of your basic human rights. Every day you're just trapped inside, the blinding sun coming through the locked windows. You can only entertain yourself by either colouring or reading children's books. He leaves breakfast on your nightstand, it's always something different everyday, sometimes it's pancakes, sometimes it's just cereal. It's always really good though. You refused to eat at first, you refused to do anything at first, just switched between crying to screaming to just sitting with your thoughts. When lunchtime rolls around either Michael or a trusted Seraphim brings you something to eat. At the beginning he had to force feed you, which wasn't fun, and still sometimes he likes to spoon feed you, other times letting you do it yourself. Then you're alone again.

Michael comes back hours later, you're not sure what time considering there's no clocks, and that's when you learn that it's better being alone here, even if you are bored out of your mind. He cuddles you, you two eat dinner and if you're lucky he takes you on a walk outside. You have to hold his hand the entire time, though. What if you get lost? He would never forgive himself. Or else you two just watch cartoons, as long as you don't throw a tantrum. When you do throw a tantrum he just holds you in his lap, despite you hitting him and trying to wriggle free, gently shushing you and bouncing you until you wear yourself out. He gives you a pacifier, you're too exhausted to resist, and you fall asleep in his arms, his protective hold on you never letting up even while you're both sleeping.

Eventually you start slipping into little space, start colouring while he's away, crawling into his arms once he comes back, finding him comforting while the outside world is big and scary. You forget how to take care of yourself, relying solely on him, just as he planned. His cute little Bambi, so lost without his guidance ♡

An: This isn't what I usually write, and it's incredibly self indulgent. Don't think anyone else will like this but if you have read it thank you <3

[murasakibonnet]

✨The Magnificent Hypnopotamus✨

Inktober Masterpost!

[phnmnt]

Made myself a new banner and here's the full version of White Lotus baby boy

[puppetmaster13u]

Hey so I just moved to Central City & no one told me there were super-speeding cryptids running around? I was so late and didn't even get a good look at what happened before they were gone again :/

[yinyangbuns]

i know it’s supposed to be funny but my least favorite thing (even though it’s literally canon, which i hate even more somehow) is when new-body sqq goes by….. Peerless Cucumber instead of Shen Yuan

(or, perhaps, in a classic hua xie move, maybe like a luo yuan moment. not that he’s self aware enough for that. too much to ask for tbh)

Makes me cringe fr fr which might be the point but i digress i still don’t like it

[bred-crumbs]

GOD that pony movie music bops

[il-aristosachaion]

Yeah. It's almost as if he was. His protegee.

[aloilmokka]

If you want me to stop liking villains, then stop making their backstories tragic and them so god damn lovable.

[clavri]

then i (1)

4:01am

[traditionalbird]

It hurt. Everywhere.

It hurt along my arms where the sharp edge of the blade had dragged along the skin. It hurt where the skin of my back had been flayed open by a whip. It hurt where a red hot iron had pressed into my skin and burned the flesh. And it hurt—oh how it hurt—where they had stabbed my stomach. I was dazed and my head pounded, I think I still had the dregs of a drug in my system. I stumbled along on wobbly legs trying to keep pressure on my stomach. I glance behind me and scan the area, the road, the building, the alleyways I couldn’t see anyone following me, hadn’t the last fifty times I checked, but I still felt eyes watching me. 

I couldn’t believe I had escaped. It didn’t seem real. 

I had escaped.

But they hadn’t. 

Because they were dead. They were dead.

I barely knew where I was but I managed to spot  familiar road leading up to the last person I would ever want to admit weakness to. I stumbled up his drive and thumped my fist wearily on the door. Funny, I thought leaning on the doorframe and trying not to faint, it always seems like they would be in some lair or cave maybe hidden in an active volcano or have a moat around it or something.  Maybe with bats or snapping crocodiles. 

The door opens and I almost fall onto the entryway floor. They [villan] looks shocked as I sway on their doorstep. “I just...I didn’t know where else to go.” I try and think as my head grows fuzzier. And then I don’t think I just succumb to darkness

[agiftfrombelow]

Narinder with well trimmed facial hair and scruffy compells me…

[jhirowolf]

Binged the Ant-Man (and Wasp) triology and the quality could be explained by me sliding down a hill.