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L.C.O.T.D (L.O.S.E Clip of the Day) #13
Here, have some of my favorite super “villains”! I love the League of Super Evil ahhh RED MENACE IS FOREVER MY KING. MY LIEGE. YOU BIG FRIENDLY GIANT.
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Money Machine (Evil Stevens x Commander Chaos) yaoi upon ye
I made this specifically for Pride Month yay
(Speed paint below, Time taken: 2:43)
He's not beating the autism allegations
Happy Pride Month to a scene from my favorite season 2 episode
I like how they never oppose the idea of being married to the same gender, atleast not with Humungo
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(A huge remake from a very old one which I prefer not to share)
Red Menace X Reader (Bake Sale) PT. 2
PT. 1
“Perfect, perfect, everything has to be perfect…”
Red paced back and forth in the lair restlessly, Voltar, Doktor Frogg, and Doomageddon on standby in ridiculously short, frilly, and color coded maid outfits.
“I’ve already cleaned the living room five times over,” Frogg trembled as he clutched the long hose of the vacuum in his metal claws.
“And I’ve already scrubbed the bathroom from top to bottom,” Voltar deadpanned, still tugging at the short skirt to try and shield his little villain from the elements. The only reason the little red leader hadn’t objected to this was out of fear, which was rare for him. Red Menace never really asked for much, and often tended to his duties gleefully and thanklessly… But when he was serious about something he was serious, so unless Voltar wanted to risk an S-tier level tantrum he was going to scrub the grout out of the damn linoleum!
“Already bleached the countertop, dusted the TV console, cleaned up Doomie’s messes, polished Voltar’s trophies… Oh no, I forgot to organize the DVD collection in alphabetical order!” Red bunched up tufts of his short ginger hair with his fists, shaking his head repeatedly. Before he could race to get it done, there was a knock on the door.
“Oh no,” He squealed.
“THEY’RE HERE!!!”
As Red was dragging his fingers down his face dramatically the other three zipped into the corner of the room, stacking atop one another while shaking.
With the way Red talked about you they thought they were in for a terrifying visitor. Why else would the house need to be so clean, and why else would your presence be so feared?
Frogg was conjuring up images of a fearsome warlord in his mind, one that would chop all their heads off if his needs weren’t met. Voltar thought it was Prima Dana or someone of equal status, one that he really wanted to impress. And Doomie? Well, he wasn't sure, but the look Red gave him when he was attempting to eat some of the cookie ingredients was still burned into the back of his mind and he did NOT want to see that same look again.
What really awaited them on the other side of the door was none other than…
You.
Just little ol’ you.
It was your day off so you dressed a little more stylishly than usual, especially because of the occasion. You almost wondered if it was a bad idea given the nature of baking, it being so messy and all, but at the same time you still wanted to look cute for a certain menace.
For him, everything was in slow motion, but for you, the door opened less than a second after you rang the doorbell.
“Y/N, welcome~! Come in, come in,” He placed a gentle hand on your upper back and guided you inside, giving your shoulder a few pats on the way.
“Oh, uh, hi Red. Nice… Apron..?” You quirked a brow at his unusual attire, a frilly apron adorning his ill-fitted maid attire. Maybe he was really into cosplay..?
Ah, whatever. You weren’t one to judge.
“Aww shucks, I’ve had it in the closet for a while,” He chuckled softly, seeming a little flushed. He’d planned to change out of it once he was done cleaning but it looks like it was a bit late for that (much to his chagrin).
“Oh, uh, hope you don’t mind but I bought some extra ingredients in case you were short on anything,” You held up a Mall-o-Mart bag full of baking-related goodies, making the most of your employee discount. His eyes seemed to light up through his mask at your generosity, he can’t remember the last time someone else got groceries for him instead of doing the shopping on their behalf…
“Thank you,” His fingers brushed yours as he took the bag from your hands.
“Um… Red?” Voltar finally piped up, slowly placing Doktor Frogg back on the floor. “This is the guest of honor, right?”
Red’s head swiveled in his direction, an all-too-perfect smile etched onto his face. “Sure is, Voltar!” Although it sounded nice you could tell there was a, well, menacing undertone to his words. There was a warning laced in his response, keeping Voltar in check without having to say anything more, and Voltar adjusted accordingly.
“Well of coooouuursee, it’s nice to meet you um, whatever your name is,” He waddled up to you and offered his hand, but not to shake. He was offering it like a king would, expecting you to adorn his nonexistent rings with kisses. You decided to shake his hand anyway despite this, quirking a soft smile. “As you already know, I am the great Voltar! Leader of the League of Super Evil and all that.”
“Oh yeah, you’re the guy who put that weird green stuff on the shopping carts last week, right?” You tried to bring it up casually even though it did piss you off a bit, seeing as how it was your responsibility to clean it up after hours.
“Oh, so you’ve been a victim to one of my evil schemes, eh? Well, don’t take it personally, just doin’ my job,” He seemed all too prideful at the fact you remembered him, and his attitude improved upon seeing you visibly annoyed. What a weirdo.
You glanced up and locked eyes with the tall, scraggly haired fellow standing at a distance. He visibly flinched when you met his gaze, offering a nervous smile and obligatory chuckle upon being acknowledged. “Uh, hi,” He slowly placed the vacuum cleaner tube on the ground as you approached, waiting for you to extend your hand before he hesitantly took it with his cold, clammy claws. He was careful not to squeeze yours too hard, scared that his cybernetic enhancements might overpower your weak flesh.
“I-I’m the mad scientist of the house. I’m Doktor Frogg, but… Usually just Frogg,” He shrugged, glancing at the doomhound by his side sporadically as he talked to you. “I’m Y/N. No title, just me,” You tried to calm his nerves with a bit of humor but he was still very distracted by the… Dog… Thing next to him.
Frogg’s eyes kept shifting toward it so you finally looked down and noticed the pan-dimensional hellhound staring right at you, licking its lips mischievously. Its spiked tail wagged and he offered you a toothy grin, and whether or not it was trying to be polite or was considering your nutritional value remained to be seen.
“That’s Doomageddon, our doomhound,” Frogg reluctantly introduced the pet, flinching once more when it returned its attention to him. “He likes to play… A lot… With me specifically,” He didn’t sound too happy with the arrangement but what could you do?
You hadn’t much time to linger on introductions, Red had an itinerary for today and he was going to make sure it was followed. “So, Y/N, now that you’ve met my folks we can start heading toward the kitchen,” He kicked his heels off before rounding the corner into said kitchen, followed by the sound of him setting up the groceries you bought.
You shook your head and followed him, kicking your sneakers off at around the same place he left his shoes. You gave one last look back to the rest of the group, giving a curt nod before leaving the room and letting them all breathe a sigh of relief. “Finally, I can take this stupid dress off,” Voltar groaned. “I-I dunno,” Frogg looked down and stretched the skirt out a bit. “I kinda like it?”
As you entered the humble kitchen of the lair, it was a lot cleaner than you expected. It must’ve been recent if you could still smell the fresh Fabuloso clinging to the air, hinting that it was likely in a much different state before you arrived.
Red was by a countertop separating the ingredients, wet in one section, dry in another, and a few different bowls prepped between each.
You tried to be respectful of where your line of sight happened to fall, so perhaps instead of ogling his dreadfully tiny dress you should wash your hands— to prep for the baking of course.
You scrubbed them rigorously to try and distract yourself from the unholy thoughts occupying your mind, hoping that if the soap could clean your hands it could clean your soul too.
“Oh, good idea!”
You could hear his lofty footsteps behind you as he took off his gloves, but his presence didn’t shift last minute to settle beside you, no no.
As he placed his gloves behind the sink the swell of his belly pressed flush against your back, using the same soap and water to wash his hands alongside yours.
He damn near knocked the wind out of you the way he had you pitted between himself and the counter, your spine popping faintly to give way to his weight.
He went on as though it was a normal thing to do, humming and scrubbing and making sure to weave his fingers between yours to clean them even more. His chunkier ones massaged into the back of your palm, and it did feel good, TOO good even because you were starting to lose your train of thought. He was in fact talking to you at this moment but you couldn’t understand a word he was saying, nor did you really care to. It all sounded mumbled together as your mouth watered instinctively, your joints popped under his grip, and the smell of the artificial lilac soap tingled the back of your nostrils. It was the cheap stuff, you could tell.
“Y/N… Um, Y/N?”
Hearing your name finally snapped you out of whatever trance he had put you in. Although time had slowed in that moment it didn’t last (sadly), and left your whole body feeling cold when he separated himself from you.
“Oh, uh, yeah?” You blinked hard a couple of times, still standing there unable to face him.
“Didja want dark chocolate or milk chocolate?” He rattled both bags around as he posed the question, awaiting your answer before preparations began like a good little maid.
“B-Both, both is good,” You shook your head, still not entirely recovered from what just happened. “Okie dokie, we’ll just make two batches then,” He smiled and turned around, putting each bag in the fridge for now.
You did your best to keep up a nonchalant act once you finally managed to face him, and he obliviously handed you a whisk and a bowl of your own.
“I’ll let you stir the dry ingredients first, it’s a little easier than the wet stuff,” He propped open Mama Menace’s recipe book on the counter nearby and started listing off ingredients and measurements for the cookie dough. There were a lot of unconventional secret ingredients used in the old country. You had no idea what Bandango extract was or how it was harvested, but it was going in with the wet ingredients anyway.
“And of course the most important ingredient is love,” He hugged his bowl close to his chest, swaying back and forth as he did so. He eventually stopped and then waited for you to do the same, and ultimately you did despite the childishness of it all. “That’s the spirit!” You were still burning up from having his body all up on yours so having to do silly things like this only embarrassed you further.
It was remarkable. The way he could do things to get you going without even trying, and then switch right back to innocence immediately after. Was he really that dense, or was he really as big of a menace as his name implied?
As the two of you continued stirring and whipping and all the joys that came with baking, it was starting to dawn on you that the man had virtually no concept of personal space. When helping you mix he, instead of taking the bowl from you, would simply grab your hand with his and keep stirring. When you needed to see the recipe again he’d lean over you with the book in hand, and when he’d lick the spoon he’d shove it in your face to offer you a taste. Maybe it was the neurodivergence…
“Perfect! Now, all we need is one last finishing touch,” He held the entirety of the milk chocolate chip dough in his hands, a testament to their giantness, and you still had the dark chocolate batch in your bowl. He inspected it closely, one eye bugging out of his mask to make sure it was up to snuff… And then he gave it a smooch. “Extra kisses!”
You would’ve facepalmed if you didn’t have so much cookie dough residue on your hands.
Something told you he was gonna be sad if you didn’t do this one last thing for him, so begrudgingly you placed a tiny peck atop the surface of your batch, licking your lips right after. Wow…
It was really good!
Just like the one you had yesterday but, y’know, raw!
That Bandango extract was really doing some heavy lifting.
The oven light turned off to finally signal that it was fully preheated, so the two of you got to work on balling up the dough.
“So, what’s the custody arrangement on these bad boys? You saving some for the next bake sale?” You asked as you rotated your palms to try and get yours perfectly round.
“Maybe, if I can keep myself from eating them all… Or, I guess, keep Voltar and Doktor Frogg from eating them all. Doomie really likes these too, chocolate is actually very good for doomhounds,” He glanced over at you trying to make them nice and neat, his smile softening. His were just abstract clumps, since they’d bake the same anyway.
“Huh… Weird,” You shrugged, noticing the doomhound in question peering around the corner while licking his chops. “What about you? Gonna keep ‘em all to yourself or share?”
“Probably keep it to myself,” You admitted sheepishly, even though you knew he was a sharing-type. “They’re just too delicious, plus I won't have to worry about spending crazy amounts of money on café desserts or sweet treats, at least for a little while. Do you know how much a latte costs these days?”
He chuckled and nudged your shoulder with his (almost knocking you over).
“Well, hey, I make a mean brew so if you want to add coffee lessons into your schedule I’m always free.”
“Actually, I was thinking I’d uh… Give you some dinner lessons. At my place.” Trying to be casual but still shooting your shot either way, you figured there was no harm in offering.
“Dinner?” He asked quietly, like he was actually processing the request. “… I’d love dinner! Ooh, can I ask what’s on the menu?!” He seemed very giddy at the idea, and by the looks of it you knew you were gonna have to triple the portion sizes on whatever it is you were going to make.
“A-Ah, it’s… It’s a surprise!” You tried to cover for the fact that you truly had no idea what you were going to make him, but you’re sure you could figure something out.
Now it wasn’t just Doomaggedon peeking around the corner, it was Frogg and Voltar too.
“I’ve never seen him like this,” Frogg stroked his plated chin thoughtfully, seeming equally intrigued and concerned.
“Just look at those two, it makes me sick…” Voltar gagged as he saw the two of you sit down at the tiny dining table together, a pink glaze on Red’s freckled cheeks as he fluttered his eyes at you.
It seemed so obvious to the boys that you two were into each other and didn’t even realize. Red was too dense to process his feelings outside of the fact that he enjoyed your presence and you couldn’t fathom the idea of someone so sweet and handsome seeing you that way after too many failed relationship encounters.
“I don’t know what’s worse, low intelligence or low self-esteem,” Voltar would only be okay with the arrangement if his minion kept… Minion-ing. Deep down there was a part of him scared at the possibility of losing Red to a potential lover, since the league was like a found family of sorts for him. It’s the same mental crisis that every younger sibling has when they see their eldest preparing to move out for college.
Frogg was alright with whatever Red chose to do, but he didn’t want him flipping out and panic cleaning every visit, perhaps next time he’ll just take the bus downtown and find something to do.
“I’m sure things will work themselves out, Voltar. His crush on Wow Woman only lasted like, what, about a week?” Frogg pointed out. “Then he forgot all about her.”
“Hmm… Perhaps you’re right,” Voltar seceded to his minion’s suggestion, reasoning that maybe this was only a phase. Surely you’d eventually tire of receiving endless affection and unprompted favors and Red would come crawling back home.
He hoped.
credit for the dividers~
I feel like a Victorian man seeing ankle for the first time (aka Red Menace without his turtleneck)
Promise/threat fulfilled. League Lolitas of Super Evil.
It looks like the only ones having any fun are Red and my OC/Frogg's gf, Taffy. I'm guessing she's the one that put them up to this. At least Voltar got to borrow the Snugglebum Usakumya that's almost as tall as he is.
Everybody's outfit references:
I couldn't sleep so uhmmm
SUGGESTIVE WARNING AHEAD!!
(Characters in bunny suits and one is in a slightly[?] suggestive position!!)
L.C.O.T.D (L.O.S.E Clip of the Day) #9
(WIP) POV: You ask your bf to wear matching Halloween costumes and he shows up wearing the exact same one that you're wearing
Red Menace X Reader (Bake Sale) PT. 1
Metrotown was a very, very boring place.
I mean, in a world where metahumans were normal and running amok almost daily, of course it seemed boring. You didn’t live in Gotham, you didn’t live in Metropolis, not even a Metrocity— a MetroTOWN.
But despite that you rather liked it here for that very reason. On a bad day Skullossus was throwing the planet into the sun over a petty grudge and on a good day your weird neighbors were trying to turn some mundane task like grocery shopping into an evil scheme. There are worse things.
Today was one of the good ones. You got off work a little early and decided to decompress by taking a walk in the local park, but as you jammed along to your music a delightful scent caught your attention. The unmistakable smell of freshly baked goods filled the outside air, practically begging you to float toward it nose first like a Looney Toon.
After following the scent for a good while, you came across a stand that had a decent crowd surrounding it. Although it would’ve been quicker to push through and be rude, you relented to waiting your turn. It was the right thing to do after all.
As the crowd cleared you drew closer and closer until you realized who the baker of all these delightful confections were— none other than one of the local whackjobs claiming to be some kind of villain. The… Lot of Something Err-other? You forgot already.
They were pretty harmless for the most part, if anything their attempts at villainy were amusing. A nice change of pace to a boring day. Here and there you’d see the doctor guy salivating in the tech aisle of the grocery store, or the little red one littering and not looking before crossing the street, but as for this guy…
“Oh, hi! Heh, didn’t see you for a second there. What can I get for ya?” He leaned forward with interest, greeting you warmer than a hot summer’s day.
You were startled by his greeting, for a moment you lost your concentration while staring at him. Such a warm, bright smile he had.
“I just sold out of the chocolate chip, but there’s still some snickerdoodles and oatmeal left—ooh, and we have one last fudge square if you want it!” He tittered a bit after his sentence, a weird little giggle you heard from him often.
“Oh, um, hi! I remember you,” You were looking at the treats but truthfully, now that he was in front of you, you were more interested in looking at him than anything else.
“R-Really? Me?” He seemed surprised, honored even. “Hmm, was it at the animal shelter? The cool buddy agency? Soup kitchen, maybe?” He stroked his broad chin thoughtfully, and if those words had come from anyone else you’d think they were exaggerating to make themselves look good… But no. He was genuinely just like that. You’d seen him at all sorts of local community events in passing, without his little band for the most part. Didn’t seem like their style.
You chuckled slightly, “No, no, just around. You’re… Red, right?” You glanced up at him, sifting through your wallet for the proper bills needed for your purchase. Although his pupils weren’t visible, you could still see his eyes light up. What was an innocent freckled cutie like this doing with the band of crooks he lived with? Rent must’ve been expensive.
“The one an only! Hey, now that I’m lookin ‘atcha, you seem kinda familiar too. Do you work at the Mall-O-Mart?” He rested his cheek on his hand and leaned into it, eyes drooping ever so slightly as he fixated on you.
“Guilty,” You forked over some crumpled bills, relenting to buying most of what was left just to see if it tasted any good. Your heart fluttered as he took the money from your hand, his maroon gloves brushing against your hands gently. He bagged everything up for you and snuck in a little something under the counter for free, a chocolate chip cookie!
He glanced around before leaning in to whisper. “I was gonna save that one for later, but you can have it..!” His sentence delivered in a way that could only be compared to a schoolgirl telling her deepest secret to her best friend.
Now that made you blush.
You were used to all sorts of tricks that guys tried to pull.
Chauvinistic pigs doing grand gestures, trying to get your attention with insulting one-liners, offering you gifts to earn your praise, but none of it ever worked…
And yet somehow this freckled, masked dork giving you his last chocolate chip cookie is what had you floored. It was just too sweet.
“Th-Thank you…” You looked down at the treats with a smile that was hard to hide, and for a moment you felt embarrassed for being so easy to read but lucky for you Red Menace was illiterate (when it came to people being romantically interested in him at least). He only grinned in return, the whites of his mask pressing into little crescents. “You’re very welcome.”
You gulped, unsure of how to end the conversation. You wanted to continue talking, but there were still some other people trying to buy things and you’d already taken up so much of his time.
“Um, d-do you do catering?” You asked on a whim, hoping to perhaps get his number from the exchange.
“Absolutely! Here, I’ll give you my number in case you want to order a batch!” You were shocked at how easy that was, he didn’t seem to catch onto the fact you were asking this for any other reason. He just hummed and scribbled away on the paper, no sly wink or smirk whatsoever. True, pure, and unadulterated obliviousness. Somehow that made him more attractive to you.
“Thanks,” You grabbed it from him and he waved as you left, ever so neighborly.
Didn’t take you long to figure out why he was saving that last cookie because wow, these were good. Like, really good!
You regretted not coming sooner and throwing all your cash at him, it was like heaven was the secret ingredient. You couldn’t help but get carried away by the daydreams that formed with each bite. Him in the kitchen, wearing a cute, frilly little apron and toiling away over the oven. Fanning himself and sweating while hand-mixing the dough, a red flush sprawling across his freckled cheeks and shoulders and…
Ah…
What were you supposed to be doing right now?
Oh yeah, homework. Homework for your clown college. Homework to prove that you already knew what you were studying for to get a piece of paper that calls you legit. Right.
You sighed heavily, trying to concentrate on the words on the screen but everything just kept blurring together. You reread this same paragraph like five times and it was really starting to get old, especially because you weren’t retaining any of it.
You pushed yourself away from your desk, spinning around in your rolling chair. You’d hoped the treats would motivate you to work harder, but the only thing they really made you want to do was call Red and see if you could… Uh, commission him… For more. More treats. Yeah.
You brushed your thumb over the slip of paper he’d given to you, the idea bugging you since you got the damn thing. Maybe that’s why you couldn’t study, or sleep, or anything really…
Just around the block, Red Menace was feeling the same way.
For some reason— and for the life of Voltar he couldn’t figure out why— he didn’t want to stray anywhere away from the phone. Red sat very patiently in front of the League’s landline, hands on his knees and eyes wide open, hardly blinking.
“He’s been like this all day,” Doktor Frogg stroked his metal chin with his claws, peering around the corner with Voltar. “Ever since he got home he hasn’t moved, I don’t even know if he’s used the restroom.”
Voltar grumbled as he watched his minion neglect his duties, he’d barked several orders from across the house leading up to this and still no reply. He was getting fed up with Red’s insubordination. “Looks like a job for the leader, Frogg. You go ahead and sit this one out, I got it from here,” Voltar confidently marched up to Red and circled in front of him, giving him as menacing of a glare as he could muster.
“MINION!” He hopped up on the table that held the phone, hands on his hips. “I DEMAND THAT YOU STOP WAITING BY THIS PHONE!” Voltar pointed down, closing his eyes and waiting for Red to move.
Nothing.
Voltar waited a beat and then opened up one eye to look at Red’s listless expression. “THAT’S AN ORDER!!!”
Still, nothing.
“Alright, fine then! You’ve left me no choice,” Voltar procured a pair of scissors from his back pocket, lifting up the phone cord dramatically as if to threaten cutting it but Red Menace was apparently not having any of that. With a quickness the redhead grabbed Voltar by his cranium and lifted him away from the phone, the slight furrow of his brow becoming present.
“No,” He said simply, not offering an apology or portraying the slightest sign of remorse.
Voltar was shocked at Red’s display, frightened even. He’d never seen his minion this serious about anything. And then, out of nowhere, the phone rang.
Red shot up and dropped Voltar without a care, his usual perky self returning upon picking up the phone.
“This is the League of Super Evil HQ, Red Menace speaking, how may I help you?”
“Hey, it’s me, I was at the bake sale earlier. H-How are you?”
You cursed yourself for not keeping a steady voice, but hearing his chirpy tone from the other end had you feeling shy again.
“Oh, it’s you,” He let out a deep, languid, relieved sigh. It was like he’d been waiting to hear your voice all day. The sound of it had you feeling all sorts of ways.
“I’m doing well, and you..?” He waited with bated breath, catching his lip between his teeth while silently praying you had a good day. He cared quite a bit, more than he would normally. He wasn’t used to this feeling, this desperate desire to see someone such as yourself happy and pleased because of him. He’d felt it before in a different way, one that was a lot fluffier and far more kosher than the one he was feeling now.
“Eh, I’m alright. Just doing boring school stuff. Uh, listen, I was wondering if maybe you’d be open to teaching me how to bake like you… Y’know, instead of me just ordering. I-I could pay you for lessons too if you need—“
“No, no! That’s okay, if we’re baking together then why would I charge?” There goes that little giggle of his again.
Voltar and Frogg watched in horror as their henchman laid on his belly and kicked his feet back and forth, twirling the phone chord between his thick fingers like he didn’t almost have an episode over Voltar’s attempt to cut it.
“Really? You’d do that for me?” You covered your mouth, still feeling the need to hide your bashfulness despite being alone in your room.
“Yeah, I’d love to… You can come over and I’ll teach you everything I know,” He pressed the coil to his lips as if to mirror the act of kissing your knuckles, not even consciously aware that he was doing so.
“Alright then, it’s a da—-aaay, let’s pick a day! Is tomorrow good?!” You saved yourself the potential embarrassment of calling it a date since it was still so soon, though you did so very poorly.
Red hardly noticed, too busy basking in the satisfaction of even getting to this point. “Sure,” He murmured dreamily. “Tomorrow.”
“Good, good, good…” You chewed on your nails a bit, glancing around at the clothes strewn across your floor to preemptively piece together an outfit for the occasion. “I’ll be free around noon, I’ll uh, see you then… G’night, Red.”
“Sweet dreams,” He nuzzled his cheek against the phone, not that you’d be able to see it.
Even after you’d hung up he stayed curled up on the floor with the phone in his arms, cuddling it tightly late into the night even after Frogg and Voltar had given up and the only thing keeping him company was the dial tone.
And as for you, well…
Have fun sifting through your clothes.
Red’s Bad Hair Day
L.C.O.T.D (L.O.S.E Clip of the Day) #2
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