I’ll be posting one character a day from #avillagecorrupted for funsies. Yesterday was the Corpse Mage. Today’s the Flayer. He’s a bad dude. #vampirerogue #flayer #murderer #criminal #antihero #gothicfantasy (at Barcelona, Spain) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAgEj8FBlj8/?igshid=i78krjekcf6l
Inktober Day 15- Armed with the War-Helm, an ancient helmet that bestows its wearer with the combat skills of every warrior who has ever worn in it, a lone commando breaches a top secret bunker to liberate a mysterious alter-dimensional little dog from its nefarious captors!
A Commission for my dear customer Tim Stoker, showing his OC Nightshade that I designed a suit for. Here is a short story part I wrote for the first picture of Nightshade to show what kind of character he is. Enjoy!
On a foggy night, he stood on the edge of the top of a building in the business district of Gotham City. Glaring down on the dirty streets full of human scum, the lone wolf mercenary thought of his last confrontation with the bat. Back then, this ‘dark knight’, as they called him, had stolen his target from him. Nightshade had the mission to take down a corrupt CEO of some company he didn’t really care about. But the bat, in his everlasting quest for justice, had beaten the guy before Nightshade could reach him, and on top of the mercenary not getting paid, he also had to listen to a moral speech of this idiot telling him he shouldn’t always kill his victims. If only he knew. Nightshade didn’t always kill his targets. Only those that he was especially disgusted of. But when they were more interesting than the average vermin living in this city, he had better things to do with them… Nightshade breathed in deeply, standing there lonely in the darkness, only his purple glowing patterns being visible in the mist. The target he was paid for letting them disappear now was one of these special victims. A young man who was researching a cure for a dangerous illness that had befallen Gotham City. This, however, was a thorn in the eye of a pharma-mogul, who paid Nightshade to prevent the new medicine to ever be given to the citizens. He didn’t mind to be with the bad guys, as long as he got paid and was given a chance to find new special victims. But he knew who had a problem with bad guys. The bat would surely appear soon. Nightshade put his hand onto the hilt of his loyal sword Hyôkôken. He drew it out of it’s sheath and smeared the crimson red fluid from one of his vials onto the blade. One drop of this venom into the wound of whatever enemy he was to meet and… they would end being a creature just like him. This was his real mission. Using the rubbery fluids this strange demon that appeared as a floating red eye gave him to create more servants for him. As a reward, he was allowed to have fun with his victims by any means he could think of. He grinned under his mask. A super-intelligent scientist and, if fate allowed it, the dark knight himself. He surely would have fun with them…
((Be wary of my personal headcanons which are at the core of this fic. Also readable on AO3!))
Daemon Culture is primarily about who takes care of whom: House Heads take care of everyone under them; House Alphas and House Omegas help take care of Betas and Beasts; Mates take care of each other (and kids if they have them).
The primary way daemons take care of each other is making sure the other eats: whether they’re having sex or just offering an extra affectionate touch, daemons always show each other the care they know they’ll be denied anywhere else.
This is why, when Anti starts dating Jackie, there’s a huge period of It attempting to take care of him traditionally (through sex, touch, and just FEELING for him) and Jackie primarily not understanding It (or, much worse, not reciprocating it…).
And, at first, Anti’s hurt furious—how DARE this HUMAN not UNDERSTAND—until It realizes that humans simply require DIFFERENT methods of care: feeding Jackie isn’t about sex or touch or feelings but FOOD—COOKING—and, so… Anti begrudgingly learns how to do that—especially Jackie’s favorite meal: turkey burgers.
It takes a LONG time (because not only did It have to convince CHASE to help, but It also had to learn this new skill along side all Its glitching and phasing), but the tight/warm feeling in Its stomach as Jackie happily eats the first GOOD batch—and Jackie’s satiated smile afterwards that FILLS Anti right up—is worth it.
Anti, glaring and growling while cooking Its Mate’s turkey burgers: Fookin’—just HAD ta fall fer a fookin’ HUMAN—hwy couldn’t ye be a daemon!?
Jackie, amusedly and amorously watching his significant other cooking: ‘Cause I wouldn’t be ME if I were.
one of the shipping reqs! @esculentevil requested some antihero (anti/jackie), plus a little bonus redraw of an old request a few years back :)
i like this ship more than i’d like to admit (also all shipping posts will be tagged if you do not want to see them! i understand if its not everyone’s cup of tea)
[dies] OMJ THEY’RE SO CUTE THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! \(♦️>v<♦️)/ ♦️♦️♦️
I love how unsure but earnest they both look in this; it’s so precious!!! [melts] Anti’s so giddy too aww
And aaa you even redrawed the get-along one!!! that’s so sweet~ >///< ♦️♦️♦️
I love how they seem to have switched expressions, too, lol it’s kinda funny how they respond to the two different situations
Also, legit love that Anti’s dark skinned in this; I often imagine him like that–like with an olive green undertone brown skin kinda thing–but it’s so rare to see
Alsoalso: Jackie’s outfit is cool =O And his scars! ♦️♦️♦️
Anyway, thank you so much again for the AntiHero cuddles ♦️ They’re beautiful!
And, dude, it took me a long time to admit I like this ship too (at least online cuz of ego ship haters and then not really finding content for them) so take your time =)
Always here if you wanna fan about it tho xD
;; u have NO idea how much joy this brought me haha
thank you soso much!!! it makes me so giddy im really happy u like it^^ and yeah i really like drawing anti with a darker olive rather than green!
this ship is really cute imo, tysm for the request!
Dude, right back at ya! I practically screamed lmao when I saw you drew these!
You’re so welcome ♦️♦️♦️!!! =D I love it so much!!! And I’m glad cuz, honestly, asking for antihero stuff always makes me really nervous (cuz it’s so rare and somehow it feels really selfish to ask for it?) so I’m really glad me asking for it idk works out so well for us I guess lmao idk what I’m saying just thanks for liking it too lol
And right? It really suits him somehow–but I always thought that was just me wanting a kind of connection (cuz I’m dark skinned irl) to my fav irish daemon so I’m super glad someone else sees him that way too lol
Ye~s >v<! AntiHero is so adorable–dude, I will always accept AntiHero from you!
You’re welcome! And thank you so much for taking it, honestly ♦️♦️♦️
Omfj I can totally see that In my fics, Anti calls him Heroboy(andsome other stuff but I won’t bore you) but that would totally fit too =3
What do you think Jackie’d call Anti? For me, his fav nickname for the Glitch is Web Boy rofl
its no problem!! i do really like this ship along w a lot of others so im glad i had the opportunity to!
i absolutely love the other nicknames n stuff haha. i feel like the popular ‘glitch bitch’ works p well to get under his skin too! i also really like web boy
=D!!!
Ooo, yes, I honestly feel like Anti has a love/hate relationship with that name lol Cuz we started calling him that and I bet he secretly loves our nickname for him; but since we say it with affection, glitch bitch always hits different coming from us than from, say, someone that hates him and thus says it WITHOUT love. So like, yea, best way to get under his skin rofl
Also thank you!!! I love those nicknames to be honest xD It was such a fun post And yea I really need to make more WebBoy!Anti stuff rofl
one of the shipping reqs! @esculentevil requested some antihero (anti/jackie), plus a little bonus redraw of an old request a few years back :)
i like this ship more than i’d like to admit (also all shipping posts will be tagged if you do not want to see them! i understand if its not everyone’s cup of tea)
[dies] OMJ THEY’RE SO CUTE THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! \(♦️>v<♦️)/ ♦️♦️♦️
I love how unsure but earnest they both look in this; it’s so precious!!! [melts] Anti’s so giddy too aww
And aaa you even redrawed the get-along one!!! that’s so sweet~ >///< ♦️♦️♦️
I love how they seem to have switched expressions, too, lol it’s kinda funny how they respond to the two different situations
Also, legit love that Anti’s dark skinned in this; I often imagine him like that–like with an olive green undertone brown skin kinda thing–but it’s so rare to see
Alsoalso: Jackie’s outfit is cool =O And his scars! ♦️♦️♦️
Anyway, thank you so much again for the AntiHero cuddles ♦️ They’re beautiful!
And, dude, it took me a long time to admit I like this ship too (at least online cuz of ego ship haters and then not really finding content for them) so take your time =)
((Be wary of my personal headcanons which are at the core of this fic. Also readable on AO3!))
Daemon Culture is primarily about who takes care of whom: House Heads take care of everyone under them; House Alphas and House Omegas help take care of Betas and Beasts; Mates take care of each other (and kids if they have them).
The primary way daemons take care of each other is making sure the other eats: whether they’re having sex or just offering an extra affectionate touch, daemons always show each other the care they know they’ll be denied anywhere else.
This is why, when Anti starts dating Jackie, there’s a huge period of It attempting to take care of him traditionally (through sex, touch, and just FEELING for him) and Jackie primarily not understanding It (or, much worse, not reciprocating it…).
And, at first, Anti’s hurt furious—how DARE this HUMAN not UNDERSTAND—until It realizes that humans simply require DIFFERENT methods of care: feeding Jackie isn’t about sex or touch or feelings but FOOD—COOKING—and, so… Anti begrudgingly learns how to do that—especially Jackie’s favorite meal: turkey burgers.
It takes a LONG time (because not only did It have to convince CHASE to help, but It also had to learn this new skill along side all Its glitching and phasing), but the tight/warm feeling in Its stomach as Jackie happily eats the first GOOD batch—and Jackie’s satiated smile afterwards that FILLS Anti right up—is worth it.
There’s a hand in the curve of Its lower back, warming and supporting it at once. Another, far more forward hand, is on Its thigh firmly kneading flames into it/It.
Farther warming It is a strong body beneath Its own, exuding heat like a furnace, as it breathes fire out of its nose, muscles, and pores.
The tiny daemon sleepily smiles as It buries Its face back into Its hero’s chest, letting his warm smell of burning wood take It back under…
((Serialized AU where Jackie’s a selkie and Anti’s a pirate for MerMay2022! =D Also on AO3!))
“Seal skin, ey?”
Captain Anti of the pirate ship Abyss squints at the strange man before him. Marvin is his name and magic is his game—so he claims. The bottles around him somewhat support this—strange in shape and color and ability…
But Anti’s not so sure. (hWat’s ‘e want SEAL SKIN fer???)
“No, no!” The so called mage hastily makes his way back over to the pirate, hands moving to wave an old, ruddy, leather-bound tome under Anti’s nose.
The pirate crinkles his nose in an effort not to sneeze or cough.
It comes out as a scowl. Or a sneer.
They aren’t quite sure which.
Regardless, Marvin ignores it in favor of opening the book and showing Anti… Well, he’s not rightly sure WHAT that is, but it’s definitely not a SEAL.
At least, not fully.
“THIS is what I want,” Marvin exclaims, finger tapping emphatically on the image of a man—or what Anti THINKS is a man—appearing to… both BE a seal… and wearing a seal skin like it’s clothing. A woman is doing the same next to him; but Marvin’s not pointing at HER for some reason. “SELKIE skin.”
“Seal key skin?”
“SELKIE!”
“Silky skin???”
Anti sighs, tough but tapered fingers dancing around the rim of his scotch glass. “Selkie,” he reiterates, mouth forming the same shapes and sounds as Marvin after numerous near mocking attempts just an hour or so before.
He’d celebrate the small victory if it didn’t feel like the mage won.
(Won what, though, he isn’t sure that it even matters...)
“‘E wants SELKIE skin.” The surly pirate scowls as he downs his third drink, slamming the thick-bottomed tumbler against the tabletop when he’s done.
A bejeweled finger—because no pirate is ever complete without some bling—taps against the glass and it’s the barkeep’s turn to sigh as he tops it up.
“Ar son Dé! T’at freaky diabhal an’ ‘is focain fetishes!!!”
“Ye can always say no?”
“Shuddup, Chase!!!”
Tap, tap, tap!
Anti and Chase turn as one to look at the entrance of the latter’s small town pub. A well-groomed man stands there, tiny smile hidden under a shocking mustache, with a top hat in one hand and a pimp (as Anti likes to call it) cane in the other. Both accessories match his alarmingly colorful, painfully detailed, silk clothes which only their beloved local tailor could ever be willing tomake.
Chase grins at his husband, “Ev’nin’, James!”
[Good evening, Chase.] The Brit signs this with a shift of his prominent ‘stache indicating that his smile has gotten larger at the greeting of his partner. [Anti.] The gentleman’s top hat finds its way to aforementioned pirate’s head as James, clearly happy to see him visiting, settles down beside his drunken friend.
Chase rolls his eyes and gets his other half a drink.
[Thank you.] James very pointedly knocks Anti’s glass with his own, eyes aglow, before downing his namesake in one go. The pirate grunts gruffly in approval. [Been a while, old friend. What brings you here?]
Chase quietly joins them, curious about the answer (although he already knows a bit of it) and knowing none of the other patrons would come bother them.
(And, honestly, it’s been a long day and he deserves a break!)
Anti hums, drinking his scotch to the beat of Jameson’s toast, and then answers while ignoring the way his blonde childhood friend leans in close with his love. They’re a sight to see, he’d always thought (with not more than a touch of envy): a fancy pants tailor as blinged as him and a simple scruffy ragamuffin bartender.
(He still questions how they got together—and he LIVED it.)
“Some saucy cat wan’s some selkie skin.”
[Sell a key skin? What is a key skin?]
“Surgeon skin? Vhat, like a glove?”
Anti sighs and plops his tricorn hat down with an exasperated expression. Despite having an admittedly hard time with the word, himself, in the beginning, constantly hearing bizarre alternatives to selkie skin is quickly irritating him.
But, for his first mate, he’ll bear with it.
The German doctor nods after his captain explains, frown pulling down deeper after hearing the name Marvin (the two of them never got along: always arguing over the inanity of magic and the harm of science or the lack there of; in fact, Marv’ MIGHT have joined them on the sea way back when his commissioner, Damien “Dark” Iplier, granted him his letter of marque and reprisal if not for this). Anti attempts to ignore it; but his physician’s hard stare has never been that. “Ciúnaigh. ‘E’s payin’ good money.”
((Serialized AU where Jackie’s a selkie and Anti’s a pirate for MerMay2022! =D Also on AO3!))
“Seal skin, ey?”
Captain Anti of the pirate ship Abyss squints at the strange man before him. Marvin is his name and magic is his game—so he claims. The bottles around him somewhat support this—strange in shape and color and ability…
But Anti’s not so sure. (hWat’s ‘e want SEAL SKIN fer???)
“No, no!” The so called mage hastily makes his way back over to the pirate, hands moving to wave an old, ruddy, leather-bound tome under Anti’s nose.
The pirate crinkles his nose in an effort not to sneeze or cough.
It comes out as a scowl. Or a sneer.
They aren’t quite sure which.
Regardless, Marvin ignores it in favor of opening the book and showing Anti… Well, he’s not rightly sure WHAT that is, but it’s definitely not a SEAL.
At least, not fully.
“THIS is what I want,” Marvin exclaims, finger tapping emphatically on the image of a man—or what Anti THINKS is a man—appearing to… both BE a seal… and wearing a seal skin like it’s clothing. A woman is doing the same next to him; but Marvin’s not pointing at HER for some reason. “SELKIE skin.”
“Seal key skin?”
“SELKIE!”
“Silky skin???”
Anti sighs, tough but tapered fingers dancing around the rim of his scotch glass. “Selkie,” he reiterates, mouth forming the same shapes and sounds as Marvin after numerous near mocking attempts just an hour or so before.
He’d celebrate the small victory if it didn’t feel like the mage won.
(Won what, though, he isn’t sure that it even matters...)
“‘E wants SELKIE skin.” The surly pirate scowls as he downs his third drink, slamming the thick-bottomed tumbler against the tabletop when he’s done.
A bejeweled finger—because no pirate is ever complete without some bling—taps against the glass and it’s the barkeep’s turn to sigh as he tops it up.
“Ar son Dé! T’at freaky diabhal an’ ‘is focain fetishes!!!”
“Ye can always say no?”
“Shuddup, Chase!!!”
Tap, tap, tap!
Anti and Chase turn as one to look at the entrance of the latter’s small town pub. A well-groomed man stands there, tiny smile hidden under a shocking mustache, with a top hat in one hand and a pimp (as Anti likes to call it) cane in the other. Both accessories match his alarmingly colorful, painfully detailed, silk clothes which only their beloved local tailor could ever be willing tomake.
Chase grins at his husband, “Ev’nin’, James!”
[Good evening, Chase.] The Brit signs this with a shift of his prominent ‘stache indicating that his smile has gotten larger at the greeting of his partner. [Anti.] The gentleman’s top hat finds its way to aforementioned pirate’s head as James, clearly happy to see him visiting, settles down beside his drunken friend.
Chase rolls his eyes and gets his other half a drink.
[Thank you.] James very pointedly knocks Anti’s glass with his own, eyes aglow, before downing his namesake in one go. The pirate grunts gruffly in approval. [Been a while, old friend. What brings you here?]
Chase quietly joins them, curious about the answer (although he already knows a bit of it) and knowing none of the other patrons would come bother them.
(And, honestly, it’s been a long day and he deserves a break!)
Anti hums, drinking his scotch to the beat of Jameson’s toast, and then answers while ignoring the way his blonde childhood friend leans in close with his love. They’re a sight to see, he’d always thought (with not more than a touch of envy): a fancy pants tailor as blinged as him and a simple scruffy ragamuffin bartender.
(He still questions how they got together—and he LIVED it.)
((Serialized AU where Jackie’s a selkie and Anti’s a pirate for MerMay2022! =D Also on AO3!))
“Seal skin, ey?”
Captain Anti of the pirate ship Abyss squints at the strange man before him. Marvin is his name and magic is his game—so he claims. The bottles around him somewhat support this—strange in shape and color and ability…
But Anti’s not so sure. (hWat’s ‘e want SEAL SKIN fer???)
“No, no!” The so called mage hastily makes his way back over to the pirate, hands moving to wave an old, ruddy, leather-bound tome under Anti’s nose.
The pirate crinkles his nose in an effort not to sneeze or cough.
It comes out as a scowl. Or a sneer.
They aren’t quite sure which.
Regardless, Marvin ignores it in favor of opening the book and showing Anti… Well, he’s not rightly sure WHAT that is, but it’s definitely not a SEAL.
At least, not fully.
“THIS is what I want,” Marvin exclaims, finger tapping emphatically on the image of a man—or what Anti THINKS is a man—appearing to… both BE a seal… and wearing a seal skin like it’s clothing. A woman is doing the same next to him; but Marvin’s not pointing at HER for some reason. “SELKIE skin.”
Jackie is a war vet coming home from a long deployment.
Anti is his lucky black cat that he’s been missing for years now.
When he returns home, however, he finds his best friend, Marvin, missing—although he was supposed to be cat sitting Anti for him while he was deployed…
He goes to call him and ask where he is—but there’s a man in his kitchen.
The man is short with dark skin (dark gray, he later learns) and black hair.
He has eerily familiar piercing green eyes when he turns, a CAT EAR flicking atop his head as he picks up the sounds of Jackie walking and gasping.
The can of tuna he’d been holding in his black clawed hands falls.
And then Jackie has an armful of purring, “YE’RE BACK!!!”
~
It turns out, Jackie learns, that Anti is actually a daemon.
A CAT daemon. He’d been arguing with a dog daemon (ex?) friend of his (Dark) in the alleyway Jackie had found him in and was too tired to tell him anything when the human decided to rescue him and nurse him back to health.
By the time he WAS healthy again…
He just liked being with Jackie.
~
Marvin, of course, still got an earful.
He WAS supposed to be watching him, after all.
Still, the flamboyant man only sighed and rolled his eyes.
He then revealed that he’d actually been a magician this whole time and realized, albeit belatedly and only after Anti refused to be taken care of by him, the truth when he came to cat sit Anti and found… well, a cat DAEMON instead.
(After a discussion, he decided to just bring the daemon food every few days.)
~
“So…” Jackie breathes deeply, trying not to be angry, “You just… left him???”
“Well…” Marvin, the veteran can somehow tell, looks around himself nervously, as though Jackie’s gonna pop out of no where and take him down (which, honestly, he COULD do). “He said he only wanted to be with YOU…”
The magician trails off unsurely but Jackie can hear the truth in his words.
He glances down at the purring cat daemon in his lap and sighs, “It’s fine.”
There’s a hand in the curve of Its lower back, warming and supporting it at once. Another, far more forward hand, is on Its thigh firmly kneading flames into it/It.
Farther warming It is a strong body beneath Its own, exuding heat like a furnace, as it breathes fire out of its nose, muscles, and pores.
The tiny daemon sleepily smiles as It buries Its face back into Its hero’s chest, letting his warm smell of burning wood take It back under…
Hyper competent assassin, shit at just about everything else. Wintergreen and Slade Wilson are best friends for so long that Slade really can’t get along with anybody else, even if it doesn’t look like Slade and Wintergreen get along 95% of the time they really have each other’s back. I imagine wintergreen having similar sassiness level/immortality as Alfred but with no restraint on roasting what so ever. He’s basically got negative fucks to give 95% of the time.
Also in my world Slade is absolutely related to Deadpool he just hates talking about it. If Deadpool ever comes to visit, Wade calls him Cable and puts his healing factor through hell to the point he actually feels his age.
