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☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸𖤐 #VILLAINOUSTM ○ a villain-focused multi rp blog

21+ only please! mun is 30, uses they/them pronouns. rp style oscillates between long para and shorter rp forms. beloved by ophelia.

guidelines / carrd / character verses / google doc promo / resources / usft / interest tracker

current muse: harley quinn from dc comics // ursula from the little mermaid drafts: 3 queue: 70 inbox: 4 starters: 0

friends: @wnterslder / @spydcddy / @ofspvrta / @verreprincesse

PSA: I am a full time PhD student. During the year, replies are queued so please be patient. Activity may be sporadic but I'm always open to plotting. Please read my guidelines before interacting (if you don't, i will block) <3

#↷ opheliaisms. ꒰ ooc. ꒱#↷ opheliaisms. ꒰ pinned. ꒱#updated 08/08/2026

strangedime

Tried CSP for the first time, felt amazing to use a proper program for digital art. And of course I painted her, again, to try it out...

#↷ orin the red. ꒰ fc. ꒱#↷ queue and i could rule inside a place of gold. ꒰ queue. ꒱

villainoustm

rotating a selkie oc in my head

villainoustm

it's happening bc i love gayle rankin in hotd so she's gonna be a scottish selkie bc that's where the myth comes from so trust i'll have her up soon

#↷ opheliaisms. ꒰ ooc. ꒱

rotating a selkie oc in my head

#↷ opheliaisms. ꒰ ooc. ꒱

@crimel0rd whispered ❝ get your claws off of me. ❞ @ selina

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ❛ Sorry, sweetheart. ❜ Selina spits out a mouthful of blood to the side. ❛ But a cat can only take so much shit before her claws come out. ❜

#↷ selina kyle. ꒰ ic. ꒱#↷ selina kyle. ꒰ verse ✦ guns are for cowards. ꒱#crimel0rd #↷ selina kyle. ꒰ answered. ꒱

@spydcddy whispered ❝ take it easy. ❞ he croons, taking gothel's stiletto nails from his chest. there was no need to rush. ❝ i just sat down. be a little patient with me, hm? ❞ with a softened gaze.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Her plump, red lips are in a pout. She perches on his lap, legs straddling him and the tip of her nails undoes the top button of his shirt. ❛ Forgive me, dear, but I've been alone all day. I've missed you terribly. ❜ She presses a kiss to his neck, her other hand going to bury its way in his hair, tugging at a lock of blond hair. ❛ Can you blame me, darling? ❜

#↷ mother gothel. ꒰ ic. ꒱#↷ mother gothel. ꒰ answered. ꒱#spydcddy

poohsources

🐝 * ― 𝑷𝑳𝑶𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻.

send 📌 or ( 'PLOT' ) if you're interested in writing/developing something with me and want me to fill out the following form for our muses. bold all that definitely applies, italicize what could potentially apply, strike what doesn't fit at all. feel free to add more if you think certain options are missing or you just want to add more.

do i want to plot with you?: yes | maybe, let's talk first | not sure yet | no

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop a basic plot first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? )

anything else i want you to know about me/my character(s)/my plotting or writing habits: ( put whatever you want here )

#↷ ask games. ꒰ memes. ꒱

devilinfurs

She's a fine lady, the kind that Cruella knows she herself will never be. It causes no jealousy, no disgust, but a level of appreciation that such a woman can exist on her own. Perhaps Cruella has been listening around to gossip about her, stealing glances when seated with Maleficent and getting no response from the fae. But she knows to be gentle, quite surprised at the touch in return.

"Perhaps you'd like to take a walk outside then? You have your coat and I obviously refuse to be without mine."

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─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ❛ Perhaps a turn about the courtyard would be prudent. ❜ Her voice is soft, delicate, and Louisa grips her coat a bit tighter. She nods, quickly and without another word, she breezes from the coatroom, shrugging on her coat. Sticking her arms in the sleeves, her mind races, demanding to know what she was doing, why, exactly, she was doing what every sensible bit of her was screaming at her to not do. She had long ago resigned herself to being alone, to raising her daughters, to see them wed to suitable gentlemen of good repute, and here she was, stepping out of the ghastly clubhouse with another woman.

#↷ lady tremaine. ꒰ ic. ꒱#↷ lady tremaine. ꒰ verse ✦ house of mouse. ꒱#devilinfurs #↷ queue and i could rule inside a place of gold. ꒰ queue. ꒱

new rule being added but pls dni if u write ri/ck & m/orty stuff; i really hate the creator and i hate the show bc of how uncomfortable it makes me so yeah...please don't

#↷ opheliaisms. ꒰ ooc. ꒱#↷ opheliaisms. ꒰ psa. ꒱

phasmophobiia

here we fuckin' go again with this shite.

a gloved hand instinctively reaches for his sidearm, though it was his hesitation that keeps him from committing to unholstering it completely. SOMEHOW believing she could still be reasoned with, as impossible as it seemed for him at times. he grunts from the impact of his back hitting the wall moreso from the grip of her choking, yet he could still feel the bite of her nails digging into his jugular through what little protection the cloth of his balaclava offered.

his hand rested on his firearm as he allowed her to get all her frustrations out of her system. he knew better than to try anything funny when she was like this——had gotten his arse handed to enough times by her to know when BITING BACK wasn't the call.

❝ harley, think clearly for once in yer goddamn life, ❞ ghost seethes. ❝ i'm tryin' to keep you ALIVE. ❞

villainoustm

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── I'm trying to keep you alive. The words ring through the clown, falling on deaf ears. He's trying to help, Harls. She shakes away the voice in the back of her mind, the voice of someone long dead. She can feel Harleen there, all genteel and understanding, trying to talk her down as only Harleen is wont to do.

❛ Shut up, bitch, ❜ she growls to Harleen, shaking her head in an attempt to get her voice out.. Pigtails shake with her, and her nails dig further into Ghost's neck. ❛ ALIVE? ❜ She laughs then, but the laugh is hollow, pained. ❛ Riley, this ain't a life. Followin' Waller's beck and call. Go kill this person, go topple this government. I'm not alive, not anymore. ❜ Waller had sucked out Harley's soul with every Task Force X mission they went on. Suicide Squad was what Flag's team called them. Crazy Bitch was what they called her.

❛ Do it, Riley. Unholster yer sidearm. Put that bullet in my brain. ❜ Blue eyes stare daggers into him, daring him, taunting him. ❛ End it. ❜ And then she lets him go, shoving him away from her and she whirls around, pigtails a blonde and blue-pink blur, stepping away from him. Do it, she thinks to herself, even as Harleen rages in the cage Harley put her in, banging against the bars, trying to get herself free.

#↷ harley quinn. ꒰ ic. ꒱#↷ harley quinn. ꒰ verse ✦ i’m known to be quite vexing. ꒱#( this went in a very different direction than i thought it would )#passive suicidality tw #↷ queue and i could rule inside a place of gold. ꒰ queue. ꒱

helraising

a swift swing of her bo staff, and the next goon’s out cold right away, stacking on top of the other one catwoman had taken care of, but this victory is not to be taken for something permanent — more of black mask’s lackeys will be coming, even if it’s just to slow down two uncooperative masked women.

“okay, i won’t –” touch you, huntress lets the thought go as she keeps her hands to herself and instead examines the damage from where she is, lips tugging downwards in concentration. “fuck, alright, just lean your head forward and pinch the soft part of your nostrils, and -

“here;” the vigilante pauses her calm instructions as she producers a clean handkerchief from her utility belt and holds it out for catwoman to (hopefully) accept. “how bad is it? listen, it’s not medically recommended exactly, but i can help straighten it back, done it plenty times myself to spare myself the hospital trip, ugh.” huntress hates hospitals.

villainoustm

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Selina leans forward immediately, pressing the handkerchief to her nose that was currently dripping blood. Blood trickles out the side of her hands, staining the cloth. She sighs, and moves the handkerchief to the side so Huntress can straighten her nose.

❛ ...Fine, but if it's crooked, I'm sending you the rhinoplasty bill, ❜ Selina grinds out between clenched teeth. The pain is shooting up into her skull and she presses her nostrils closed, trying to prevent more blood from leaking out between her fingers.

Green eyes stare the vigilante down, piercing straight through her. ❛ Hurry up, before I lose my nerve and go to the hospital. ❜

#↷ selina kyle. ꒰ ic. ꒱#↷ selina kyle. ꒰ verse ✦ guns are for cowards. ꒱#↷ queue and i could rule inside a place of gold. ꒰ queue. ꒱#helraising

ofvoidx

let all on whom my light falls be welcome if they desire to be so. as the silver moon waxes and wanes, so too does all life. trust in my radiance, and know that all love alive under my light shall know my blessing. turn to the moon, and I will be your true guide — THAT IS THE PRAYER THAT ECHOES OFTEN IN ISOBEL'S OWN HEAD . even after her death, even after seeing reithwin drowning in shadows, she did not lose her faith. THE ABSOLUTE WILL NEVER GET HER OR THE LOVE HER LIFE . selune didn't even mean to give aylin to isobel in that way, that was their own choice. WHAT THE ABSOLUTE DOES IS NOTHING BUT A CRUEL MANIPULATION OF SOMEONE'S FREE WILL . and it is ever so saddening that some powerful people will fall to it's clutches like sand disappearing in the sea's waves.

"i am afraid that i have already come to terms with what ketheric thorm has become. what do you possibly gain from siding with the very essence of evil? do you think it can benefit you?" isobel's voice is enunciated, but it is soft and patient. SHE SAVES HER ANGER . aylin does not though. @villainoustm

villainoustm

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── The words leave a bitter taste in Minthara's mouth. What do you possibly gain from siding with the very essence of evil? ❛ I gained nothing from standing beside Ketheric Thorm. I was manipulated, by him, and the Absolute. You have no concept of the horrors to come, cleric of Selune. ❜ She pauses, and she swallows. Hard. And then she kneels, pulling out her mace, holding it at the hilt and laying the end on her palm. She bows her head, the muscles of her jaw tick tick ticking. ❛ I pledge, in front of your goddess, and in front of mine, that I will end the threat that is Ketheric Thorm. And I would ask the Moonmaiden's blessing to traverse the Shadowlands. ❜

#↷ minthara baenre. ꒰ ic. ꒱#↷ minthara baenre. ꒰ verse ✦ the victor of moonrise. ꒱#ofvoidx #↷ queue and i could rule inside a place of gold. ꒰ queue. ꒱

devilinfurs

"I didn't have to bring you anything. I just thought you might enjoy some employment for once." Anything to get under this woman's skin, even if she's asking for help. It just gives her too much satisfaction.

"Ha! Have you ever considered that perhaps that means I have someone who cares about me? Unlike you and your sad, pitiful, lonely existence. You couldn't get a date if you tried." Cruella takes a moment to examine her bright red nails, and to pull back the smirk that wants to grow on her face.

"Besides the new wardrobe you so desperately need? How about that princess you can't stand? The girl is far too trusting, she showed up at my door uninvited the other day."

villainoustm

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ❛ Yes, my sad pitiful existence, ❜ Ursula sniffs indignantly. ❛ I don't need to procure dates when delicious meals just...wander into my grotto. ❜ Her smile is all teeth, canines sharp and glinting in the light of her grotto. This is their typical exchange, biting remarks, insults, and yet Ursula had the teeniest, tiniest undercurrent of respect for the designer.

❛ Oh? ❜ Her interest is piqued as Cruella mentions Ariel, the sea brat. ❛ Do tell me more, hmm? ❜

#↷ ursula. ꒰ ic. ꒱#↷ ursula. ꒰ verse ✦ a cecaelian exile. ꒱#↷ queue and i could rule inside a place of gold. ꒰ queue. ꒱#devilinfurs #( replies to this a million years late )

popularmxnster

Billy sat down again after her confession. He didn't say anything right away. He wasn't sure what it meant to see him but he did know he wasn't judging her for it. " I'm sorry." He said, the first apology he had given since he was a teenager. He didn't think ahead and consider his actions might traumatize her. Then again he didn't know she existed. It was a weird mix of feelings.

" I'm not judging you. I don't know what to say about it but I'm sure seeing my greasy haired ass is not exactly a fun time." He said with a very small smile. " Im not good with this shit. I'm not good at words and feelings. My way of fixing problems gets me either black out drunk or I land in prison. I want to help you though. I know we will never have a conventional relationship. I don't know what that looks like anyways but I am your dad and I intend to make an effort."

He really meant it and it even scared him a bit. He was quiet for a moment. " What i do know though? You're the daughter of the original Ghostface. That means something. You're tough and you're a fighter. Hang on to that." He gently put his hand on her knee. " But right now, I want you to get some rest. I'll be back in the morning."

villainoustm

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── She's not sure how to respond to that, but what she did know was that killing Richie, protecting Tara, had felt right...and maybe she needed a dad. God knows Cristina wasn't much of a mom, especially after her other father abandoned her, abandoned Tara. She sighs, running a hand through her hair. Her bones ached, and she could still feel that sticky red blood all over her, soaking her jeans, her tank top, her hair. It'd taken the nurses at least three sponge baths to get rid of the blood matting her hair together. ❛ Hey, you couldn't possible do worse than Tara's dad. ❜ Her weak attempt at a joke falls flat and she looks down at her hands, the air from the cannula flowing through her nostrils. She takes a deep breath and looks back up to Billy, brown eyes unreadable and distant. How could she trust him? Every man she'd ever known, ever had a relationship with, had betrayed her, and Richie had hunted her and Tara down. Blood didn't mean shit, but there's a small part of her that hopes Billy isn't lying to her, really did want to help her. She opens her mouth to speak, but words fail her. She closes her mouth, the sound of her teeth clenching loud in the quiet room, and she swallows before nodding quietly. ❛ Thank you....for coming. ❜ It's more than Cristina will do, she thinks to herself.

#↷ sam carpenter. ꒰ ic. ꒱#↷ sam carpenter. ꒰ verse ✦ never fuck with the daughter of a serial killer. ꒱#popularmxnster #↷ queue and i could rule inside a place of gold. ꒰ queue. ꒱

thcdoomed

"I never said Tymora was on our side; seems she abandoned us some time ago." Where Minthara is bitter, Dronia is more matter-of-fact about the situation. She's a survivalist, a realist, and while she's not the biggest fan of Minthara's beliefs and methods, they need all the help they can get. The wound heals before her eyes, a relief that it is no longer bleeding right in front of her. Red eyes glisten in the darkness of the lands. "Do me a favor, try not to bleed anymore. This place is making my hunger worse."

villainoustm

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Minthara's lips quirk into a rueful smile. ❛ My apologies. ❜ She cocks her head down slightly. ❛ I will endeavour to keep my dhampir companion comfortable. ❜ One of the soldiers tries to swipe at the drow and Minthara dodges, eyes flashing. She brings her mace up from her side, swinging it into the goblin's jaw, shattering it. ❛ Following the battle, we will find a suitable meal for you. ❜

#↷ minthara baenre. ꒰ ic. ꒱#↷ minthara baenre. ꒰ verse ✦ the victor of moonrise. ꒱#thcdoomed #↷ queue and i could rule inside a place of gold. ꒰ queue. ꒱

i've been finishing up shadow of the tomb raider (which ikaros has been hearing me yap about) and look at these fuckin lara clips like she's so terrifying when she goes beast mode

#↷ opheliaisms. ꒰ ooc. ꒱

gothpeng

❝ What my lounge needs is ANYTHING but your two beasts! ❞ spat Oswald determined and still a bit shocked by what just unfolded earlier today. ❝ You get them outta my sight or we're done here! No more late nights for you at my club! No more free drinks! No more 'partying'! ❞

...

❝ T-This is my final word! ❞

villainoustm

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── When he says no more free drinks OR late night, Harley immediately looks back at Oswald, full puppy dog pout on display. ❛ But I'm yer favorite clown, ❜ she pouts. She gives a last look at Bud and Lou, kissing them on their foreheads before leaving them with the valet and she cartwheels after Ozzie. She slings an arm around him, presses a kiss to his cheek (which leaves a smudge of red lipstick). ❛ I cross my heart and hope t' die, I won't bring Bud and Lou into yer club...but how do ya feel about wiener dogs? ❜

#↷ harley quinn. ꒰ ic. ꒱#↷ harley quinn. ꒰ verse ✦ so we broke up. ꒱#gothpeng #↷ queue and i could rule inside a place of gold. ꒰ queue. ꒱

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