#AND she is a manipulative bitch AND I love her

[gaybabeyjailbreak]

My post was a response to someone claiming the hate Stolas gets is because he's neuro-divergent, And I severely oppose that. Idk why or how you missed that but sure.

Anyway, since you want to argue let's do it.

Yes what Stolas did is cheating, and how Stella is written is part of the poor excuse of vindication made to exonerate him of wrongdoing. And you're falling for it. Stella being written as irredeemably cruel, evil, controlling, manipulative, abusive, and a bit daft are all purposeful decisions made solely to excuse Stolas' infidelity. She does not have a positive trait, she's solely made to garner audience antipathy to be clearly discarded and labelled as not a hitch or obstacle in Stolas' story.

You don't have to worry about Stolas being unfaithful, because his wife is a cunt, and the marriage is loveless, and arranged, and yadi yadi yada, buy merch of the say gex already.

And because Medrano isn't good at writing women in helluva boss, focusing on her demon Yaoi instead, making people very perceptive of the women she does write, (Which are lacking, this isn't new information or critique), it makes this blatant set up to control your opinion distasteful to people consuming her shows.

I want to like Stella, I think she deserves more than just being an evil bitch who's mandated by the universe to be morally virtuous to cheat on. I find the fact that one of the only major fem characters in the main cast being this flat and a sinkhole to absorb flaws of a man is a problem in the writing.

And I think that if Medrano wasn't a coward, she'd commit to Stolas actually seriously fucking up by not excusing him through Stella's character.

It's clear that Medrano wanted to portray someone leaving a loveless marriage, decided to put say gex in it, did it too early, realised it made Stolas look absolutely awful and compensated by making Stella a bitch because the shipping was more important than potentially making nuanced characters go through a divorce.

Would you exonerate Stolas of his infidelity if Stella was an actual character and not a prop? Think about it.

I watched the show yes. Thus i know that Via calling her father out didn't just happen in the season finale, it happened 3 times total across the series, each time with a dedicated episode actually.

And the fact that it never matters is telling. Both of the fact Medrano doesn't know how to write women, as Via seemingly forgets the previous "Your father is trying and he loves you" denouement of the previous episodes, and seems to only have the one arc of "my father doesn't love me" that constantly resets. As well as the fact that Stolas never follows through on actually being better.

All these actually being valid reasons to hate him as a character, not his neurodivergent traits.

As i repeat, again this was a response and a reblog to someone claiming the hate he gets is because he's not a neurotypical character.

Side note, don't make assumptions about what I'd call or not call fine. I haven't seen the original titanic movie, but the fact that all its adaptations don't make the main pair engaged or married to someone else speaks for itself. Also the fact that Jack dies in the og and technically fulfills the moral obligation of the womanizer dying as punishment for his transgression. But that's a trope I don't want to dive in here.

Autism Acceptance Month: Autistic Headcanons

"Prince, all alone, upon your throne. Your power is so frail. You raise your voice, you have no choice. Inside your gilded jail." ↳ Prince Stolas of the Ars Goetia (Helluva Boss)

[befuddledcinnamonroll]

Ok, beyond getting the most obvious villain reveal to ever reveal, I do have to laugh at how annoyed Thara must be at the MarkTong romance. She's spent centuries manipulating Mark to trust her completely, and probably has played tons of humans too.

Thara: Yay, my new Golden Blood is almost ripe, this is gonna be great.

*multiple visions of Mark and Tong canoodling*

Thara: Well, that's inconvenient. Ah, no worries, I'll convince Mark it's not real. He's not used these feelings, he's my pawn, should be easy.

Mark: I love him, he is my squishy, and I will die for him.

Thara: Ugh, dammit. Ok, plan B, persuade Tong that Mark only loves him because of the blood, and get him to break up.

Tong: I am immediately going to tell Mark what you said and refuse to break up with him.

Thara: For fuck's sake! Ok, plan C, I'll convince Tong that he and Mark will be desperately unhappy because of the human/vampire thing, they'll break up, and then I can trick Mark into thinking Tong is abroad while I have my snack.

Mark & Tong: Nope.

Thara: AAAAAAAAAAAA!!! Ugh, I'll have to realign - for now I'll just send Mark to kill Nakan, so he can't possibly mess up any more of my plans.

Nakan: Think again bitch.

[ms-cartoon]

While HB is often praised for representing that men can be abused by women with Stolas and Stella, and while its true that there are widespread gendered assumptions when it comes to abuse, I think Stella's writing leaves a lot to be desired. Can you give some examples of good depictions of abusers, especially female ones in media and why they're better representation of abusive and evil women than Stella?

Sorry it took me ages to answer you. I've been taking a hiatus talking about this stupid show, but here I am . . .

Stella could’ve been a great opportunity to explore complex, abusive female villains, but she’s so one-note and cartoonishly evil that it kind of misses the point.

As for better examples:

Mother Gothel from Tangled is a strong one. She uses manipulation, guilt-tripping, and control disguised as love — which feels a lot more grounded and unsettling. Stella can still love Via, but her being evil, she would have to have these traits.

Livia Soprano from The Sopranos is another. She’s emotionally abusive in this quiet, toxic, passive-aggressive way that feels painfully real.

Beatrice Horseman from BoJack Horseman is a solid example. No matter how much Viv thinks Stella is so "similar" to this woman, she simply ISN'T!! Her emotional abuse is rooted in generational trauma and internalized pain. It’s not just "she’s mean" — the show explores why she’s like that, without excusing it. It makes her a tragic but fully realized character. Stella, on the other hand? She's just a hot-tempered bitch with no character, yells a lot, and twirls her mustache in the background while her brother is doing all the villaining, and he had a total of three f*cking appearances in this show.

All of them show how abuse isn’t always loud and over-the-top — it can be subtle, calculated, or even sugar-coated. That’s what makes it believable and impactful. Stella just yells a lot and plots murder on Stolas, which... okay, but not exactly nuanced.

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

Ginny Gothel prompt: “I have such soft hair and nobody is playing with it!”

Obviously involving disaster threesome.

@humaforever I’m tagging you here since you asked for similar prompt, hopefuly you don’t mind.

Anyway. Ginny Gothel. If you were wondering what’s wrong with her, she’s massively iron deficient, through definitely absolutely NO fault of her mother’s. (She’s probably also high, but psst.) (She’s not okay.)

I didn’t mange to write Harriet into the actual plot, she’s only mentioned, but this is very much disaster threesome story. Just saying.

I hope you enjoy!

„My hair is so soft,“ Ginny sighs, pulling at one of her curls and then letting it spring loose. And again, and again. It’s pretty.

„Mmhm,“ mutters Mad Maddy in obvious disinterest. If she didn’t run her „Apothecary“ as she did, Ginny might have considered poisoning her. …Then again, it might not have been effective anyway. (Don’t ask, you’re better off not knowing.)

„My hair is so soft,“ Ginny repeats, lifting her head to look at Maddy, who is still sitting opposite her, which is neat.

„And?“ Maddy finally answers.

„And?!“ Ginny squeals in exasperation and sits up fully, which has the unfortunate effect of making the world spin in front of her eyes. „My hair is so amazingly soft, Maddy, and no one is playing with it!“

„Well, that just sounds like a you problem,“ Maddy says. To make the matters worse, she is playing with one of her broken dolls, running her nails through its tangled hair. Which is very mean of her, and Ginny tells her so. But Maddy only preens in response.

Yeah, Ginny was going for that, totally. After all, Maddy is her dealer.

So Ginny bites her lip and continues playing with her hair herself, which is extremely unfair and heartbreaking, really. She sighs audibly every few moments, hoping to get a more sympathetic reaction out of the other girl.

„For fucks sake, Gin!“ Maddy finally snaps, „Go annoy someone else! Harriet or Anthony! You’re being a horny bitch in my Apothecary, and you know the rules!“

„The rules are “No kissing in the Apothecary”!“ Protests Ginny.

„The rules are “No kissing or fucking in the Apothecary, and also no traitorous purple headed fae”, and they’re being updated!“ snarks Maddy back, „Besides, Junior and Trois said they’d be coming in the evening, and I don’t need you scaring off customers!“

It is dim already, but it is dim always. Anyone’s guess when „evening“ is. Or when the Gaston twins think it is.

Ginny makes a face: „And what are the rules being updated to?“

„No being a whiny horny bitch,“ concludes Maddy triumphantly, and raises her doll to the face level. Ginny makes a face at the doll too–

„Out!“ commands Maddy, pointing at the door with her free hand.

Ginny stands up abruptly, and fuck, the world whites out for a moment. She hisses through her teeth, and knows that Maddy doesn’t even look at her; her hand shots out against the wall, to steady her, and her nails leave incisions in it.

Neat.

„Fine,“ she says as she rakes her nails along the wall for greater effect, „I didn’t wanna stay here anyway.“

As she leaves, she almost runs into the Gaston twins by the door – they only just step away from her way, which is good, because otherwise she’d fall and she might not want to get up again.

She steps into frigid Isle air and behind her, Maddy yells at the twins: „Well what are you waiting for? One of you go with her! If something happens to her, Harriet will throw a temper tantrum and it’ll be my problem!“

Needless to say, Maddy does not wish to deal with angry Harriet Hook. Unfortunately, Ginny – if she says so herself – doesn’t need a bloody bodyguard.

She whirls around as fast as she dares and tells Trois so, with her dagger pointed vaguely in the direction of his neck. As if that would do any good – she aims the dagger to a significantly lower place. Trois pales a bit.

He doesn’t tell her to relax or calm down, which earns him a small insignificant plus.

Ginny narrows her eyes at him anyway.

A broken doll flies through the still open door and whacks Trois in the back of the head: he drops her voice to barely more than whisper: „I’ll go behind you. Respectful distance. You won’t even know I’m here.“

Silence. Her knife doesn’t move.

„Come on, Gin, we both know the next thing she’s throwing at me is gonna explode–“

Yes, and it would likely ruin both her clothes and her hair, which would be absolutely unforgivable – And she simply isn’t talking with Maddy anymore, thank you for asking. So without another word, Ginny turns back around and marches straight ahead; her head protests the sudden movement, but hey. That’s fine. She’s not smelling ozone yet, not really, and as long as she’s not fainting, she’s good to go.

She takes a moment of her precious time to curse her mother and her dubious rituals – Auradon and it’s fucking Barrier.

Trois stays in respectful distance, as he promised, but Ginny can hear him behind her all the same. She ignores him. She doesn’t bother hiding her dagger.

It doesn’t take her long to cross the Isle to Anthony’s saloon, not with that look in her eyes and Gaston’s son at her back. Just the last corner – she exhales loudly and waves Trois away. He can only now leave without Maddy yelling at him (His fault for being a horrible liar, really.)

However, Ginny finds she’s hard pressed to care.

Instead, she checks her reflection in the dark window: A cape of the colour of fine dark wine, and the lipstick to match, smudged just enough to drive Anthony crazy. A dagger in her hand – she should probably hide it now. (So the knife disappears, though not before she checks her reflection in it too.) (Her eyes are open wide.) She pulls at her hair and watches as her reflection’s curls spring back into place.

She is jealous of her reflection.

With a resolute shake of her head, (her hair bouncing all around), she stops looking at herself and walks into the saloon. „Anthony!“ she exclaims over the awful wind-chimes that Dizzy loves and that give her an instant headache.

To her eternal annoyance, no one comes.

„Anthony–“ the doors click shut behind her and she allows the slightest hint of whine to slip into her voice.

Finally, footsteps – though far too light and perky to be his. Ginny grimaces and pulls at her hair.

She doesn’t bother hiding the grimace as Dizzy Tremaine rounds the corner, only narrowing her eyes at the younger girl. Which effectively freezes her mid-greeting, which is good, since she’s always so annoyingly cheerful and the world is so rude and unjust.

Dizzy’s accessories are sparkling in the lacklustre light of the saloon and it’s giving Ginny headache, too. She closes her eyes for just a second, just to stop looking at little Dizzy’s honestly offensive jewellery.

„Holly evil–“ When Ginny opens her eyes again, little Dizzy is standing right next to her, her hand hovering over her elbow. „Come sit down,“ Dizzy says as she guides her to the worn out sofa.

„I wish to speak with Anthony–“ protests Ginny quite fruitlessly, as the little Tremaine has disappeared already. Finding little usefulness in going to look for her, Ginny sinks into the once–decadent pillows – It’s Tremaine’s saloon, isn’t it? Anthony will come to check sooner or later. She is tired.

Dizzy reappears, holding out a glass of clear liquid for her to take: Water. Probably. Possibly. Poison. Bleach. Ginny reaches for the glass and brings it to her lips, almost, almost – She tips the whole glass down, lets the liquid pour down and the glass clutter uselessly on the floor. It doesn’t break. She stares at Dizzy; Dizzy stares back, for barely a heartbeat. Then she sighs, bends down to pick up the glass, and says: „Alright. I’ll go get Anthony for you.“

As she bounces away, Ginny pulls at her curls. „You’d be such a dear for that,“ she manages to say as the little Tremaine bounces away, just the right level of saccharin in her voice.

If she’d care to listen, she might have heard the Tremaine cousins talking and giggling upstairs, Anthony disciplining them. His steps as he walks downstairs. No annoying chimes this time.

„Ginny?“ She looks up at him, and abruptly stands up. Her world goes white again, and she tastes metal for just a heartbeat, „Sunflower, what’s wrong?“ In another heartbeat, he’s hugging her tight, which is probably a good thing. For closely unspecified reasons. She clings to his shoulders, tightly enough for her nails to hurt him even through all the layers he is wearing, and breathes in through clenched teeth. Then again. And again. If she’d have to guess, she’d say that the world has returned to its miserable true colours by now, but, you see, checking would require her to lift her head from his shoulder. Which would be a shame.

She breathes in again and loosens her grip on him. „What’s wrong?“ he asks again, as if the answer wasn’t „Every-fucking-thing,“ or, alternatively, „Existence.“

Instead, she leans away a bit, his hands moving to her hips, and slowly answers: „I have such soft hair, Anthony–“

He smiles: „I know. I did your hair just this morning, remember?“ As if that was relevant just now.

She swats at his shoulder lightly – don’t interrupt me! He presses his lips together in an exasperated expression, holding it only long enough for her to notice. Which is, of course, why she pretends she didn’t see.

„As I was saying,“ she starts again, „I have such soft hair,“ („Thanks to me.“), „And no one is playing with it!“

„Oh?“ he flashes a half-smirk at her and runs his fingers along her scalp, „That better, then?“

„Much.“

Ginny would be content to stay like this for quite a long time, so she’s understandably quite annoyed when she realises Anthony doesn’t agree. Selfish traitor.

„Ginny, what did you do the whole day?“ he asks, as if it was any of his concern.

„Visited mother. Then Maddy,“ she answers anyway, because he is playing with her hair and because it is nice. She hides her face in his neck again.

He mutters something like „I’m gonna kill both of them,“ but his fingers are still in her hair, so it takes her a moment to react. „You leave Maddy alone–“

„Perfect,“ he says with a teasing smirk, „I’m gonna tell Harriet we’re free to take a go at your lovely mother.“

„No!“

„Why not, though?“

Well, for starters… Ginny presses closer to him and says: „If you’d both go track my mother down, I’d have no one to play with my hair. Again.“ She keeps the absolutely genuine betrayal and hurt and accusation clear in her voice.

He tugs at her hair: „And we can’t have that.“

„Exactly.“

Now he’s getting it.

Though, one must say, Harriet sure looks hot when on the warpath.

It’s quiet for a while, save for some giggling girls that are quickly glared away.

„You feeling better now, Sunflower?“ he asks finally, „I’ve got work to do, you know?“

Ginny leans away and summons tears to her eyes: „Ditch,“ she breathes out.

„I can’t–“

„Fuck your grandmother. Ditch,“ she looks up at him, leaning closer, and his grip in her hair tightens, „I want to see Harriet.“

He swallows heavily, eyes at her lips and the smudged lipstick, which is probably printed into his shirt too, now, and moves his hand to her cheek. „Okay,“ he says, „Let’s go find Harriet.“

[lighting-and-shadow]

Perfection. Literally perfection and exactly what I was going for.

I imagine you to be blunt and so very forthcoming with your feelings, dropping L bombs every day. The twins find you hilarious. And while Sylus teases you, you both know he’s reeling. The idea of someone loving him so wholeheartedly, and caring for him so deeply, is foreign.

I also imagine every time MC appears in Sylus’ life, you’re disappointed. Like, is this really the woman so many are obsessed with? Is this the girl you played as?

You’re full of rage. Seeing how Sylus clings to her. How he hangs on her every word. And since this is time travel, you knew she killed him again. First life, she literally took his life and soul. Second, she takes his heart..

So every time she shows up, you make it your life’s goal to get her away. The twins join you (because you make boss-man happy while she just causally makes him suffer). And if I go the bitch route, this pisses her off.

Because while she may be with Xavier, she still has all the men of previous lives wrapped around her finger. She manipulates him. Gaslights him. Pokes holes in you two’s relationship.

ESPECIALLY after Sylus begins to fall for you. Ya know the whole “she fell first, he fell harder” thing. Now it’s your turn to be confused. It’s your turn to receive unconditional love.

Your turn to share a soul with him.

When this happens, I imagine Sylus to ask you quietly one night if you’ll love him in your next life. You smile, saying you’ve already loved him in two of them, why not for the rest of eternity?

It’s that moment that the “silly little dragon” in him heals. The boy who once cut his horns is no more.

Post LADS Main Story: NonMC Reader x Sylus

So I had a thought again: you being reincarnated into the world of LADS, but after the story ends. Ever is no more. Wanderers have been cured and don't exist anymore. The world is relatively peaceful.

MC has found her happy ending with one of the boys, something you find out during a stroll in Linkon City. And it's not Sylus.

I was thinking it would be Xavier for the angst factor. Because, to Sylus, she chose the prince of the people that caused him so much pain over him. She chose the light Xavier represents over his darkness. She chose someone who, in Sylus' mind, was born with everything over him who worked to get everything he has for her sake.

Or maybe she chose Caleb. And that would hurt too because Sylus realizes that while they only had each other in the past, she overlooks that for her present. That their history isn't nearly as valuble as her history with Caleb.

Either way, it causes sad boy hours. The man is devasted. And while he and MC still have a friendship, it's a bit toxic. No longer do they play Kitty Cards or spend time at the claw machine. With the new love in her life, all that's left for Sylus is scraps.

She uses him. Calls him when she needs something or she wants to do something. But if it's him? She blows him off. She treats him like a joke.

Maybe not even truly realizing that she is (but part of me wants to go the bitch route because I've made her so nice in all my other current works and WIPs; I blame @rcvcgers for this (I say this with love, because I honest to god love Rotten Apples), and need to channel that anger).

Then it gets worse: he dies. She remembers her past with him, and gives back the other half of his soul. And then she turns her back on him for good, cutting ties because their morals are just incompatible. He's so devasted that he takes his own life, no longer immortal because his sorceress abandoned him (just like everyone else did).

But anyways, you figure this out, and basically come barging into his life. Not to make him love you. Not to get her to love him. But to give him something to latch onto.

Let's say Sylus was your favorite in the game (as he is for me, clearly), so you act like a total, batshit crazy, fan girl. And there's something about that crackhead energy that makes him drawn to you.

So you bug him. And bug him. And bug him endlessly. Because even annoyance and anger are better than emptiness and coldness he carries right now. Sure, he hides it well behind snark and flirting, but you know him better. You've watched him from behind a scene for quite some time.

I imagine the reason you're kept around is because of the chaotic nature of who you are and the knowledge you have. And because Sylus doesn't have it in him to give a shit. You're not a threat. If anything, it was the twins that convinced him of your use.

So you live at the base, occassionally witnessing the toxic nature of him and MC's dynamic. And you come up with a plan to help him get over her. Not by making him love you, you'd never be worthy of that, but of getting him to realize that his sorceress is dead. That even it's technically the same the person in soul, she's not the same at her (Aether) core.

Doing so makes you fall even further in love. You discover things about him a simple game could never. You see sights and experience parts of this world that could never captured by a screen or some code. And it hurts.

It hurts because he's more than just a character to you. He cares for you, is soft with you. He buys you things, helps braid your hair, takes you to fancy venues, stands up for you, protects you... You almost think that he loves you.

But that's silly. Who would love you? Who would love the real you, and not the one you present to the world? The one that cries at nothing? The one consumed by anxiety and insecurity? The one that hides under layers and layers of walls capped off by an impenetrable mask? The one that hid herself and changed herself for so many years? The one you're not even sure still exists?

You're such a fraud.

(This whole prompt was inspired by the Webtoon My Derelict Favorite, and I couldn't get it out of my head).

[pepperpixel]

SAID HE LIKES CRAZY GIRLS,

BUT HE HATES WHEN I ACT CRAZY,

IT TAKES TWO TO TOXIC!

FINALLY!!! Finished these pics of jinx I’ve been working on!!!!! HOLY SHIT, these took so long…. But finally… they’re done… pls enjoy this art of my beautiful princess w a disorder. Featuring alternate colors for the big pic and also a closeup! Cuz I rlly like how both the lines and coloring on her face turned out… like the pink gradients w her eye… her deer in headlights expression,, like uve just startled a raccoon digging thru ur trashcan and r two seconds away from getting mauled.. m proud of it!

[oceanwithouthermoon]

i wish i could put into words all my thoughts about this chapter because i have so many but its interesting to me that people consistently use this chapter to prove aiura is a "girls girl" and teruhashi isnt, which is true to an extent (although its annoying when people act like teruhashi is horrible for something she thought only in her head out of frustration and belief that her crush was into a different girl and didnt express outwardly but whatevs) but it actually ends with aiura still feeling threatened by teruhashi and teruhashi not feeling it nearly as much

[madscientistenthusiast]

Defo working on that horrid little advisor Azula AU fic, but I'm also trying to figure out how I want to characterize her, bc I haven't read the comics, but I've also heard that her portrayal in the comics isn't the best so idk, so like if anyone can give me a rundown of her portrayal in the comics it'd be alot of help

[shyfurby]

I have not posted any of my analysis to reddit yet and I think I might just post it and ghost it. I've already spent too much time looking at other people's threads on there to feel any way good about interacting with folks.

I already went in an added the "I know you're going to bring this up let me save you the time" section which is exclusively touching on the frequent topics of:

"well what about the fingerprint nostrum and finger mimics? He is clearly just a crackpot"

And

"it's definitely some weird elaborate sacrifice to Metyr thing"

[pinkmirth]

i will forever be in awe about how reiner could have two fugly, hateful bitch-ass parents and still turn out so gorgeous . . . karina ate that one thing!

[slashersweethearts]

every time i ponder the meliwes orb i get a little emo out of guilt. i am so sorry white boy wes n i say this as melina’s #1 defender she did NOT deserve that boy 😭

[kitchensinksurrealism]

overcome with the sudden urge to listen to songs my friend likes...what does that mean

[unearthedheart]

turns out some people dont like pearl very much bc of the shitty things shes done and i just gotta say. i forgive her<3

[bandedbulbussnarfblat]

What mysteries we are, human, vampire, monster, mortal, that we can love and hate simultaneously, and that emotions of all sorts might not parade for what they are not. I look at Louis and I despise him totally for the making of me, and yet I do love him. But then I love Lestat every bit as well

-Claudia, Merrick

[wings-of-flying]

nothing more fitting than a villain named victory

[gender-euphowrya]

the way the brba/bcs fanbros treat skyler and kim needs to be studied under a microscope