#Glitching Screen//Twisted Vee

[reversed-twisted]

"Hey there I'm Boxten and uhm we decided to make a little place for us on tumblr, we are twisted but don't be scared! We wont hurt you, unless your one the toons that are trying to hurt us" He pauses chuckling nervously then sighs "Right now its only Me and Poppy but I'm sure the others will arrive soon, Poppy come say hi!"

"Hey" Poppy speaks up sounding Exhausted "Am I done now?" "Yeah you are go ahead and rest" _________________________________________________ Welcome to the Reversed Au where the twisted are trying to protect the staff of gardenview from the toons _____INFO AREA_____

DO NOT INTREACT IF YOU ARE ARE UNCOMFORABLE WITH BODY HORROR,MOLD, MURDER, IMPLIDED CHILD DEATH, AND SICKNESS! The twisted became twisted when toon Dandy trapped them and poured ichor on them thinking that it would kill them the twisteds where new models made to replace the bloodthirsty toons but that didn't go to well and the Old models are still in control of Gardenveiw Lilic is a Handler that got into contact with ichor and is now sick, she's trying her best to help the twisteds though

_____ Rules _____ No NSFW asks No Racisicam , Homophobia, Transphobia DNI if under the age of 15 due to mentions and talks of dark topics (that include murder, Body horror and sickness (more will be added later depending on the way the story goes)) DO NOT Send pictures to me In the ask box you will be warned once and if a image is sent again you will be instantly BLOCKED! (or Instantly Blocked depends on the photo) _______________________________ Refences under the cut

if you don't like Body horror and/or Mold DO NOT go further than Twisted Shelly and Vee's Refence

Twisteds

[voxsmistress]

Mama Didn't Raise No Bimbo - Part FIVE!

Well seems like Y/n is in the middle of two of the Vee's and there seems to be a bit of a competition going on here ...

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten / Part Eleven / Part Twelve / Part Thirteen / Part Fourteen / Part Fifteen / Part Sixteen

“That unfortunate soul would be me” you smile nervously at him, watching as his screen glitched slightly. That was weird. His bored expression disappeared with the glitch and in its place was his usual charming smile.

“Ah Miss Y/n what a pleasure to see you! What was that you just said?” Velvette appeared at your side, wrapping an arm through yours you watched his screen glitch a little again.

“She’s mine now Voxxie” she smirked at the glitching demon.

“She’s WHAT?!”  

“Vox don’t sound so hostile – me and Y/n here have just made a very lucrative deal together, you should be congratulating us” she flashed you a wink while Vox started stuttering.

“What? What Deal?”

“Oh, now that would be telling, wouldn’t it Y/n? After all, some things are just better kept between girls,” the double entendre was not lost on you as she carried on teasing Vox, squeezing your arm as she did. Amused at her behaviour you had to try and hide the smile that tugged at your lips.

“Cut the bullshit Vel!” His smooth voice deepened and started crackling with static – okay. Hot. His one blue eye started to warp into that weird mind control thing that Angel Dust had warned you about, quickly adverting your gaze to avoid eye contact you chose to watch the other sinners running around sorting out different jobs while ignoring the two Vee’s. No one was really batting an eyelid at this mini show down, must be a regular occurrence.

“Chill out Vox! All Y/n is going to do is show off some of my clothes and sing at my Catwalk next month to help boost her public image. That’s all. No need to get your wires all twisted babe,” leaning against you she smirked at the now bemused Demon.

“You sold your soul for some clothes?” Velvette twitched in what you assumed was agitation at Vox’s dismissal.

“Do I look like the kinda girl that would sell the only valuable thing I have for clothes? Uh no. I don’t give up my soul quite that easily, no matter how gorgeous the clothes might be” you tell Vox, feeling a little braver with Velvette at your side, who was currently giving him a victorious smirk. Why do you feel like you have entered some kind of pissing match?

“Yeah Vox, do you really think she would just give it up just like that”, closing your eyes in bewilderment you really start to question the deal that you have gotten into with Velvette.

“Of course not! No, our y/n is much to clever and classy to do that. She showed that the other day when she refused Valentino twice about a job”, and there was you thinking he might have forgotten that little bit of information. Giving Vox your attention his charismatic smile grew. “Ah, Val hasn’t stopped going on about it. You are really going to have to make it up to him, especially when he hears you’ve taken up a job with Vel and not him” he points a blue clawlike finger at you. Shit. Peeking down at Velvette for confirmation, she gives you a naughty smirk and a shrug. Well. She was a lot of help.

“I’m sure Mr Valentino will understand the difference of doing porn OR showing off designer clothes plus I’ll be using my singing talents for Velvette which is my forte. I can assure you that I would not do well as a porn star” you chuckle at the thought. Someone filming you when you are at one of your most vulnerable states was not a fun idea – plus the fact you knew you pulled weird faces at the best of times.

“Now I can’t actually take your word on that my dear”, he had taken a few steps forwards. Velvette’s arm was now anchoring you to the spot and you weren’t feeling quite as brave as you were before. Tilting your chin up to face him head on as he came to a stop in front of you, a blue finger twirled a piece of your hair around it. “In fact, I’d love to see you prove yourself wrong” his voice deepened again making your cheeks flush. Jeez what is with all the blushing and touching?

Clearing your throat, you try to move back but Vel wasn’t moving and kept you there. Throwing her a quick annoyed glance you look back into Vox’s eyes. His smile was creeping more towards a smirk at my movements. “I guess we will never know” keeping my voice steady even with my nerves.

“Hmm … never say never kiddo”. He murmurs, breath brushing a few hairs away from your face. Why was he getting so close.

As you go to say something else Velvette’s phone started ringing breaking you all out of this little spell you were in. Vox who looked a bit displeased at Vel stayed where he was, the small piece of your hair still wrapped around his fingers as he played with it, but Velvette moved away from us both answering her phone with a sharp tone.

“I feel a little felt out I will be honest”, at Vox’s soft voice you give him your full attention once more. Raising your eyebrows as a question as he pulled on the piece of hair. “I am the only one who hasn’t offered you a job yet, perhaps I should find something for you?” You weren’t expecting that. These Vee’s are full of surprises.

“I think my schedule might be full up at the moment what with my singing jobs and now Velvette and her catwalk” you chuckle lowly at his pout.

“Even if it was to be on one of my shows showcasing that lovely voice of yours?” Pretty sure you have lost your eyebrows in your hair.

“You are offering me a part on one of your shows to sing? You haven’t even heard me sing?” You ask dumbfounded. Tugging you closer by your hair he gives you a winning smile.

“Then sing me a song, songbird?” Blinking up at his screen you question your life. Was this real? Are you dreaming?

“Uh…” right that was intelligent wasn’t it y/n! At your stuttering he chuckled, letting go of your hair and instead running a finger down your cheek leaving little tingles in its wake.

“The offer will be there if you want it Y/n, now I’m sure it’s time for you to get yourself off home. You must be exhausted after the long day you’ve had, that last show you did looked tiring, but I did love your last song – you have such a soulful voice” he tapped your chin playfully.

“Wait what how did you kn-“

“Sweetheart, I own numerous cameras in Pentagram City so I know many things, you can trust me on that” he smirks down at you. His gaze flickered over your face before letting out a little sigh when a buzzing noise starts from his jacket pocket.

“Duty calls?” you joke, ready to take a step back but not before his hand suddenly reaches up and cradles the side of your face. You freeze in place. Pretty sure you look like a deer in headlights at the moment.

“Mhmm, I will be seeing you soon our little Songbird, get home safely” he squeezes your cheek softly before striding away, his phone to his ear.

That could have gone a lot worse. Giving yourself a good shake to get moving you look around and see Velvette still on her phone gesturing wildly. Now seems like a good time to escape before any other Vee’s appear. Picking up your purse, that had managed to slip back onto the chaise lounge during your short conversation with the Vee’s you wave to Velvette making your way to the elevator. Holding the phone away from her face she gives you a mischievous grin:

“Bye darling, see you tomorrow, kisses!” Blowing you a cheeky air kiss she carries on with her phone call, while her eyes stayed on you as you got in the elevator. Waving goodbye as the doors shut you let out a breath. Mindful of the small little threat that Vox had said about owning lots of the cameras you kept your expression blank the entire ride and all the way out of the building. Hailing another taxi you give them your address.

Trying to go through everything that happened tonight you completely miss the entire journey until the taxi driver snarled at you to get out. Rude.

Stumbling up the flight of stairs to your door you were in a bit of a daze. Catching sight of a few cameras in the corner of the hallway you huff. Letting yourself into your flat you slam the door behind you.

Where the fuck was that bottle of whiskey?

Taglist @tasha-1994 @azullynxx @reath-solia

[deer-diary-from-hell]

DANDY’S WORLD HEADCANON PT.1

p.s this is not meant to disrespect the ppl who designed the characters

this is just interpretation of the characters feel free to disagree with me

ASTRO

-any prns

-Aroace and genderfluid

-def has some eyebags but covers them up with paint or smth

-feels cold to the touch

-that type of guy who would do anything for you to sleep

-flinches quite easily (especially when it comes to loud noises)

-scared of dandy and refused to ever see him again after he found out his secret

-☝️on the topic of this, she hangs out with Vee a lot just in caseDandy does anything malicious.

-lowkey kinda hates bright lights

-will sleep everywhere and anywhere even if in the most uncomfortable place/position

DANDY

-He/him, they/them

-Aroace

-The star of the show! - gets jealous quite easily

-prob has some anger issues that gets slightly worse as days goes on due to his contact with ichor

-not really get mad just passive aggressive type of mad y’know?

-I feel like needs those tapes to keep himself turning into a twisted… maybe.

-he IS a good person, just really going through it😔

-Thought that Vee is replacing him back when the show is still ongoing

-prob takes care of the toons once they “die”

PEBBLE

-idk what to headcanon it, lmao I just gave it a collar

-it/its

VEE

-she/her

-lesbian, asexual

- the most stable (not including pebble) out of all three of them in terms of mental state

-she hides the remote that makes her change channels on her tv since it will make her blind (and also because the noises her tv makes could alert all twisteds in the floor)

-Knows how to dish out an insult but struggles to even mutter a compliment

-prob has a soundtracks for the right occasion (ex: funny pun she made will have a laughing soundtrack)

-can be slightly bitter everytime someone wins her gameshow, even more bitter if scraps won the gameshow

-her voice and screen glitches out a little if she’s feeling a strong emotion (ex: anger)

-uses her microphone to defend herself, either by deafening twisteds or just straight up smacking the shit out of them

[macabr3-barbi3]

loved this one WHEW 💕🥵

Tags: Daddy kink, that's it, that's the whole fic

🩵❤️🩵❤️🩵

The first time Vox calls himself ‘Daddy’ while you’re fucking him you freeze up so immediately that he thinks he’s done something wrong. “Fuck, baby, taking Daddy so well,” he had muttered in your ear, and the sharp, sudden swoop of arousal in your gut had caught you off guard, moan choking off into a high pitched whine as your body went still. He looks down at you, expression twisted in concern as he realizes what he had said and blushes, pixels going pink. “Sorry, sorry,” he mutters, and resumes railing you as normal, hand slipping between your bodies to rub at your clit. You bite your lip as you cum to hold back the title, head thrown back while Vox finds his own release and you wonder what to do with this new information.

You keep your distance for a few days, keeping occupied with busy work- you paint the living room of your shared floor in Vee Tower, offer to help Velvette with one of her shows, make sure that Valentino’s actors have a steady supply of food and drink in the studio. You don’t let Vox touch you for a week, despite your obvious need and his growing frustration. Finally on Sunday, when he lets Katie Killjoy take over the evening news, he comes home to the trap you’ve set. As soon as you hear the elevator door open with a ding you let out a loud moan from the bedroom, a siren call for Vox to come in and see you spread across the sheets of the bed you share, skin bared and your fingers working tirelessly between your legs. 

“H- hey baby,” he manages to get out, a glitch flashing across his screen as he approaches, fingers reaching for you before he’s even close enough to the bed to touch. “Fuck, look at you- soaked and ready for me, huh?” He slides a hand down the length of your thigh towards your core, swearing under his breath when you grab his hand and guide his fingers to the slick folds of your cunt.

“Please, Daddy,” you whine, and his fans let out a wheeze in place of an actual breath as he crouches over you, his screen dropping for a moment so you’re looking at the back of it instead of his face. 

When he looks back up to you his eyes are narrowed, mouth hanging open and his tongue out- he drags it up the length of your body from pelvis to tits, letting his sharp teeth scrape the sensitive nipple before he pulls off. He presses a finger into you, then a second when he finds that you’re already open and desperate. “Goddamn, doll, you didn’t have to blueball me all week for this,” he mutters. “You could’ve just asked- Daddy’s gonna give it to you either way.”

There’s the feeling again, that sharp shock of pleasure and arousal at the term, pussy clenching hard around his digits. “Please, I need it,” you whimper, and he pulls his fingers from your body and curls his tongue around them, using his other hand to line his cock up with your dripping slit and pushing in with a sharp thrust. “Oh fuck-”

“That’s right, sweetheart, Daddy’ll take care of you,” he growls, hooking his arms under your knees and dragging you further towards the edge of the bed. “So fucking perfect for me, taking my cock- you like that?” He slams his hips into you, fucking you with the conviction of a man possessed. Your fingers fly down to the bed, digging harsh lines into the sheets with the pressure from your claws.

“God, please,” you beg, already close on your own, the hard length of him spearing you hurtling you ever closer to that edge. “Daddy- Vox, please,”

He snarls, sharp teeth snapping as he leans in closer and folds you nearly in half. “Should’ve known- I thought you froze up ‘cause you were didn’t like it, baby, didn’t realize you were embarrassed by how much you fuckin’ wanted it.” He angles your hips, drives himself into you harder, faster, the sounds of skin slapping echoing in the room along with the groans and whimpers that he’s drawing from you.

“Fuck,” you whine, the words tearing from your mouth- you can almost feel the wave behind your eyes , waiting to crest, searching for that final shove to break the tension. “Fuck, gonna- please, Daddy, I need it-” Every time you say it his hips jerk, shoving more forcefully into your wet cunt, claws digging into the flesh of your hips.  

Vox’s left eye swirls, no power behind it, just showing how overwhelmed he is as well when he lets go of your leg on one side to rub forcefully at the bundle of nerves above your drenched pussy, where he’s got you stuffed full of him. “Go ahead, beautiful, cum on Daddy’s cock, show me how pretty-”

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence, your keening cry as the pressure inside of you releases, drowning him out. Your soft walls clamp down on him, the rippling muscles pulling at the rigid length of his cock inside of you, coaxing him into his own orgasm right behind you. Your mind is fuzzy, but still aware enough that his grunts of “fuck baby, take Daddy’s cum, good girl” light up the pleasure center in your brain as he floods you in long pulses. His hips jerk and stutter against you until he finally collapses against you, screen pressed gently into your bare chest and leaving little kisses on your skin.

“Fuck me,” he says, and you can’t help but giggle, running your fingers over the little ports on the back of his head, relishing in his shiver at the touch. “Why didn’t you just tell me you liked it? You didn’t have to spring a trap.”

“God forbid a woman have hobbies.” He pulls out and flops onto the bed next to you, allowing you to roll and rest your head on his chest. “Besides, this was more fun.”

“You should greet Daddy like this after work more often then, doll-”

“Don’t fuckin’ push it,” you tell him, and his rumbling laughter where you’re pressed against him is relaxing, wrapping his arms around you in a firm, secure embrace.

[t0rturedangel]

can i have some yandere!Vox using his mind control powers on the reader??

╭ . . . 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ੭

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄-𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 ! 𝐕𝐎𝐗 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

♰ ৎ﹕𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦

WOOO VOX STUFF, ngl vox is my favorite out of the three vees (idk much abt velvette and i fucking HATE valentino)

✧⠀⨾ the only way he'd ever hypnotize you was if you dared to leave him- i mean who would leave him HIM?? the cool, chill guy Vox, the guy who anyone can trust with their stuff? How could you, in the name of lucifer himself, dare to leave just like that?

✧⠀⨾ you used some lame excuses too, "oh you're scaring me!" "This isnt healthy or alright in the slightest" like seriously? that's not even that serious! all he wants is for you to stay with him. BY HIM. that's all he's asking, is it too much?

✧⠀⨾ fuckin must be, since now you're sobbing and grabbing bunches of clothes- throwing them into a small, very pathetic suitcase so you'd have something when you ran away.

✧⠀⨾ you see, now, now you've went too far- now vox has to step in, which will not be good for anyone.

Through tears in your eyes you grabbed even more clothes, stuffing them all into your [ favorite coloured ] suitcase, occasionally blinking tears away or rubbing them off of your face. Vox went mad, he was always weird to you during the later period of your relationship- always too touchy and manic, too close to you. Yes, the two of you were dating, and everyone thought it was fine- you and vox were happy together. That was true, at least at the start of this twisted relationship, Vox genuinely seemed to care, to love you and would never dare to hurt you, he said so himself.

Yet, recently he's been acting so off- so wrong. Before he was kind, gentle, never forced you to do anything you didn't want to, but now? Lucifer, what happened to him? What happened to that man that you cared and loved so much, what infected his mind? You ,it seemed, were the answer- he changed because of you of how much he "loves" you. he hates seeing other sinners get too close to you- his precious angel- one who should be untouched by the filth of imps and lower sinners, he even went as far as to ban you from seeing the other vees (who you grew decently close to, earning their respect), he seemed to adore the fact that he controlled every aspect of your life and that you failed to notice it at first, too blinded by your love for him, for everything he did for you before the relationship became official- it was so foreign to see him like that now that you knew, that you've opened your eyes and saw the true intent of his actions, now you're scared, horrified.

Through your hysterics, as Vox labeled them when you first began to cry over all of this, you failed to notice that very same 'boyfriend' (you cringed at calling him that, that thing was not your boyfriend- was it ever your boyfriend?) standing in the door frame, his screen glitching with annoyance and screeching out quiet static noises that seemed for familiar yet so eerie, and his eye wider than the other- a beautiful black swirl dancing around on a red background, such an entrancing sight ❝ babe. ❞ you heard his voice, so distorted and full of displeasure making you shrieked out of almost pure instinct and turned your body so fast you almost has whiplash- eyes wide at the sight of Vox, a horror engraved into your [eye colour] irises . Your body began to tremble it felt almost natural to fear Vox, of what he'd do- he want others to imagine him as this stupid cool guy, who has not a care in the world but you knew what he was truly like. you knew what he was, what he said, what he felt about the other desperate sinners.

❝ go away vox- im not your 'babe' im leaving❞ it was barely above a whisper but sounded so loud in your head, so very loud. That one sentence could have leaft you deaf, you wish it did- wishing it left you deaf and blind so you didnt have to hear his voice, coated in an artificial love, dripping with his real poisonous intent, or see his face- that face you loved to see plastered around the pride ring, the face that now glared at you. ❝ Dont be like that [name]- you know you're my [girlfriend/boyfriend/lover] you cant leave me ❞ his voice, still laced with that distortion didn't register in your head, it's like you didn't even hear it- like you really went deaf.

you could hear his steps echo through the room and that confidences you held a meer second ago- drained from your stature immediately. A fear washed over you, overwhelming your body... Millions of questions raced through your tormented mind all desperate to be your sole focul. „ what will he do? ” „will he kill me? Torture me? Sell me off to some beggar?”

Those questions, such meaningless questions you thought, will never be answered. Though do not fear, Vox cherishes you too much to allow you to be in harm's way of anyone else- he just loves you so much, so much so that he'll forgive this silly little attitude of yours just this once: next time he won't be as forgiving. Though, in all his honesty there won't ever be a 'next time' and all he needed to prevent this was for you to look at his eyes, to just give him one glimpse, it's like deja vu for you ist it? What were you thinking? Those fears, those worries and silly little thoughts of leaving him should have never been thought in the first place, oh how could you be so horrible to think that your loving boyfriend Vox would EVER be so controlling and terrible? My dear, Vox only wants what's best for you, and whats best for you if to stay with him! That's all you need to do, he'll do all the hard work, he'll get his hands dirty, he'll protect you. No one else can do what he does, no other overlord, no other vee, no sinner, not even Lucifer himself can keep you safe like how he can.

after all, he just loves you too much to let you leave, and why would you? being with him had never been better. Though now Vox re-thinks letting you think for yourself again, after all last time he did you wanted to leave.

That cannot happen again. NEVER again.

[fanficsfreeideas]

Misunderstood Affections

Polyamorousrivalryweek day 3 innocent innuendo/double entendre/it's not what it seems

Vox/Alastor

The underworld was lit up like never before, the screens scattered throughout Hell flickering with an otherworldly light. A multitude of demons, imps, and lost souls gathered around, their twisted features illuminated by the eerie radiance. In the midst of this chaotic scene stood Vox, a figure crackling with static energy that oozed with barely contained fury.

His sleek form embodied the modernity of the times; sharp, cool, and relentlessly digital. But beneath all this technical prowess, there was an unmistakable tension in the air.

It could only mean one thing: the return of Alastor. After seven years of absence, he had come back to claim his place in Hell once again, striding onto Vox's carefully curated turf as if he had never left. Rumors buzzed through the crowds - were these two media titans rivals? Or was there something more going on behind the scenes?

In his pristine studio, Vox stood surrounded by production lights as his smug grin faltered for just a moment upon hearing Alastor's voice crackle. The entire underworld was tuned in, waiting for what would unfold next.

Vox's voice dripped with false sweetness as he spoke the words, "Welcome home." But underneath his sugary tone was a sharp edge that sent shivers down everyone's spine. The atmosphere in the studio changed instantly, charged with an unnamed electricity.

A lone imp cowered in the corner, whispering to its neighbor, "For two supposed enemies, they sure do bicker like an old married couple."

The Vees, Vox's loyal friends, exchanged knowing glances and sly smiles. Gossip was spreading in Hell, and it seemed like everyone had their own theories about the relationship between these two. Some believed it was fueled by pure hatred, while others whispered of something more - an attraction between opposing forces. Whatever the truth may be, one thing was certain: the tension between them was very exciting and could ignite at any moment.

Alastor, dressed in his signature dapper red suit, emanated an air of confidence and superiority as he chuckled and glided into the room like a king entering his court. The bright red fabric hugged his lean frame, accentuating his sharp features and striking smirk. "Salutations, Vox!" His voice rang out with a smooth, almost hypnotizing charm. "You seem a little... tense." He raised an eyebrow in mock concern, circling around Vox like a predator toying with its prey. "Missing me already?" His words dripped with playful arrogance, taunting Vox with their underlying implications.

The smooth, velvet tone in which he spoke sent an electric buzz of anticipation down the spine of every person in the audience.

Those at the Hazbin Hotel, huddled together around an ancient TV set in the dimly lit lobby, leaned in closer to catch every word. Angel's devilish smirk widened as his sharp eyes flicked back and forth between the two figures on screen. The low murmur of voices and the faint scent of popcorn filled the air. "I know that look," he purred, his voice dripping with seduction. "They want to tear each other apart in a fit of hate-fueled passion." Charlie shook her head disapprovingly. “Angel, that's not true. Alastor doesn't even like television, why would he have any interest in Vox?” Vaggie furrowed her brow in concern, her dark eyes narrowing. “Alastor just wants to start trouble, nothing more.” Angel grinned and gestured towards the TV screen. “There's a fine line between hate and desire, ladies. You can despise someone and still feel an intense sexual attraction towards them. And this scene is a prime example of that.” Charlie and Vaggie exchanged an exasperated look at Angel's lewd commentary, but couldn't help being intrigued by his words.

"Please, Alastor," scoffed Vox, his signal glitching slightly in agitation. "Why would I miss you? I've moved on. Hell has evolved. We're all about visuals now." He gestured grandly to his expansive screens and monitors, his eyes narrowing as he added slyly, "Your medium is becoming increasingly rare."

The studio lights shone down on Alastor, revealing his sharp grin. He exuded a sense of power and confidence, as if he knew something the rest of them didn't. "Ah, yes," he purred, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "But some things... never go out of style." He said it, as though the words held more than one meaning.

Vox rolled his eyes in an attempt to regain his composure. The neon signs that lined the walls behind him buzzed with energy, casting a colorful glow on his sleek metallic form. "I've got news for you, Radio Demon," he retorted. "You may think you're still relevant, but in reality, you're obsolete." Vox's words dripped with disdain as he tried to maintain his cool demeanor in the face of Alastor's confident charm.

Alastor's form loomed over Vox, his voice deep and commanding. The weight of his presence seemed to fill the entire room sending shivers down Vox's spine. A sly smirk played on Alastor's lips as a low, rumbling purr escaped his lips, laced with amusement.

“Is that so? You seemed quite interested when you asked me to join your team.” A slyness glinted in his eyes. “Couldn’t resist my talent, could you?”

Vox's circuits crackled with annoyance, the sparks shooting out from his body like tiny bolts of electricity. "W-What?! I--That was purely professional!" His usual confidence faltered, replaced by stuttering and glitching responses. The imp from earlier continued to whisper and elbow his coworker, their laughter echoing through the room.

"Oh yeah, they're definitely into each other." Alastor's unnerving smile never wavered as he watched Vox's reaction. The atmosphere in the room grew palpably warmer, charged with an undeniable tension.

Vox's hands twitched uncontrollably, static rippling through his form. "I never asked you to--!"

"Don't be shy now, Vox." Alastor winked, his words dripping with a sweet but dangerous tone. "We all need a little help sometimes." The audience couldn't deny the chemistry between them, their eyes drawn to the two figures onstage.

"Stop twisting my words, you old-timey prick!" Vox hissed, his voice crackling with anger and something more heated. His glowing eyes intensified in their brightness, flickering dangerously as Alastor simply grinned wider, relishing in the chaos he had caused. But what he didn't notice was how Vox's cheeks were tinted with a faint blush.

back at the hotel

Charlie couldn't help but lean closer to Vaggie with a look of disbelief on her face. "Are they really flirting?" she whispered in amazement.

Vaggie, arms crossed and lips pursed, couldn't hide her mix of amusement and shock. "I don't know what to make of this... but there's definitely something going on."

Angel laughed triumphantly, proving his initial suspicion right. “I told you.”

Back to Vox and Alastor

Vox's composure was rapidly slipping away, his anger and frustration bubbling up to the surface. "You may think you're clever, but you're just a relic of the past, a fossil!" he spat out at Alastor. "Your voice is barely audible in this new world of mine."

Alastor merely chuckled in response, casually sitting on Vox's desk and leaning back until his head rested on Vox's shoulder. The air between them crackled with tension, almost palpable in its intensity. "Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that," he mused, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Seems like everyone is tuning in and hanging on my every word." With a low whisper meant only for Vox's ears, he added, "Including you."

As the flickering glow of Vox's face intensified, his normally composed facade cracked under the pressure. The static emanating from his body seemed to vibrate with a low hum, mirroring the intensity of his emotions. In that moment, the entire studio was suspended in tense silence, holding their breath as they watched Vox struggle to regain control.

With a sudden burst of nervous laughter, and attempted to reassert his dominance.

“You think this is your grand return, huh? That you can come back and steal my audience, my platform?”

“Oh no,” Alastor replied smoothly, his silky voice sending shivers down Vox's spine. “I’m just here for the fun of it.” He paused, letting a pregnant silence stretch between them before delivering his final blow. “But I do appreciate how much attention you’re giving me old pal.”

With a sly smile, Alastor ran his finger along Vox's arm and moved away, gracefully perching on Vox's desk. He playfully bopped Vox's screen with his nose, his red tail flicking behind him as he moved.

Vox's circuits practically shorted out as his face contorted into a mix of frustration and something much hotter. His body betrayed him as he pushed his lower half under the desk, his hands quickly unzipping and pulling out his hardened cock. He couldn't help but stroke himself as he watched Alastor leave.

As the feed cut, an imp in the studio let out a long whistle. "Yup," he said, shaking his head in disbelief. "Definitely something going on there." The tension between Vox and Alastor was palpable, leaving everyone wondering if they were rivals, enemies, or possibly even lovers.

In the dark corners of Hell, the rumors spread like wildfire. Was there more to their rivalry than met the eye? No one knew for sure, but one thing was certain: the heat between them was undeniable, and Hell had never been so entertained by their dynamic. As Vox ordered everyone in the studio to leave, they couldn't help but wonder about the true nature of Vox and Alastor's relationship.

Vox leaned back in his leather chair, relishing the feeling of power and control as he masturbated. His eyes were closed tight, lost in fantasy as he imagined Alastor kneeling before him, taking his thick cock deep into his throat. With a low groan, Vox pumped his hand faster, calling out Alastor's name as if in worship.

"Yes, take it like the bitch you are," Vox moaned, imagining Alastor's lips wrapped tightly around his shaft. "You're so good at sucking me off."

As Vox reached his climax, he let out a loud cry and released onto himself, his desk, and chair. But instead of basking in the afterglow, he quickly got up and stormed to his room, filled with frustration and anger.

"How dare Alastor tease me like that!" He shouted, kicking at his bed and then grabbing a handmade Alastor sex doll that he had kept for seven years. "Stupid deer!"

Meanwhile, Alastor was grinning in his own room, enjoying the mischief he had caused by playing mind games with Vox. He had recently acquired a book on causing chaos in new and creative ways, having promised Charlie not to start any more fights. But now he had found a new form of entertainment.

Frowning as he read through the book, Alastor couldn't quite understand the section about getting a boyfriend. He didn't need help with that – he could get male friends easily enough without trying. It never occurred to him that his constant flirting and teasing with Vox may have been misinterpreted as something more than just harmless torture.

Adam/Alastor

Perched on the edge of the rooftop, Adam's gaze met Alastor's. The night air crackled with electricity, charged with tension and a mysterious energy that Adam couldn't quite place. He had come here expecting a fight, but what he found was something else entirely - a sinner who was... intriguing. Alastor's grin, unsettling yet strangely charming, sent shivers down Adam's spine - like a predator toying with its prey.

"First man, next to die," Alastor purred in a smooth, silk-like voice, relishing in his own sadistic pleasure.

Despite the threat looming between them, Adam couldn't help but be amused and even a bit distracted by how confidently Alastor carried himself. "Who are you?" He demanded, though there was an undeniable curiosity in his tone rather than hostility.

With a predatory grace, Alastor leaned closer, the darkness of the night enveloping him like a velvet cloak. "Alastor," he replied with a sultry undertone. "And it's a pleasure to meet you. Quite a pleasure indeed. I'm about to end your life."

A smirk crept onto Adam's face. "Nice voice," he teased, his eyes trailing over Alastor's lithe form. "Didn't anyone ever tell you that jazz is for pussies?" His sarcasm dripped from his words, but he couldn't ignore the undeniable attraction he felt towards Alastor's unwavering confidence.

Alastor's grin widened, taking on a darker tone. "You should know better than anyone," he said in a dangerously seductive rumble as he stepped even closer, their bodies almost touching. "What a soul can accomplish when they take charge of their own fate."

Adam chuckled, unable to deny that the situation was becoming oddly entertaining. "So you think you're tough, huh? Going to show me how a little doe like you fights?"

Alastor's grin turned wicked. "Tougher than you," he growled, his voice dropping lower as he closed the distance between them. "You lack discipline. Control. And worst of all..." He leaned in so close that Adam could feel his warm breath on his skin. "You're sloppy."

There was an unexpected rush of adrenaline coursing through Adam's veins as he stared into Alastor's eyes, feeling both anger and arousal bubbling up inside him. "You piece of shit," he snarled, though there was a hint of eagerness in his tone. "There's way too much red."

Before he could finish, Alastor's tentacles shot out from nowhere, wrapping around Adam's limbs in a sinuous and teasing grip.

Alastor's laughter filled the air, rich and mocking. "Such poetry," he mused with amusement dancing in his eyes as Adam struggled against the restraints. "I didn't know angels could get so tangled up."

Despite his anger, Adam couldn't ignore the strange thrill of being controlled by Alastor. "I'm going to wipe that shit-eating grin off your cute little doe face," he growled, determined to show Alastor who was truly in charge. "Because guess what? Radio's dead."

Summoning all his strength, Adam broke free with a powerful strike that shattered Alastor's staff into splinters. For a moment, Alastor stood stunned and genuinely surprised.

"What just happened?" He muttered with wide eyes, looking down at the broken remains of his staff.

A victorious smirk spread across Adam's face as he swaggered towards Alastor, eyeing the demon's lean form with a sense of dominance. "Looks like it's time for this doe to bow down to his buck," he declared, his voice oozing with confidence as he reached out to grab Alastor and assert his dominance.

But Alastor wasn't finished yet. Irritation flashed in his eyes and a dark growl escaped his lips. "Radio's not dead," he hissed with venom lacing his words. "But this broadcast certainly is."

In the blink of an eye, Alastor vanished, leaving Adam standing alone on the rooftop, feeling the empty space where the demon had just been.

"Shit," Adam muttered in frustration, mixed with a reluctant admiration for Alastor's cunning tactics. The fight had been unexpectedly thrilling and Alastor had proven to be quite captivating.

As the sun began to rise, Adam slowly stirred from his slumber. His body felt heavy and foreign, as if it had been transformed overnight. He stretched his arms and felt a strange sensation in his back, like something was stirring beneath his skin. Looking over his shoulder, he saw that his once-golden wings were now dark and charred, their feathers singed and damaged.

A sense of exhilaration surged through him as he flexed his fingers, feeling a new, potent energy coursing through his body. He could feel the power of the fall flowing through him, empowering him with strength and freedom.

With a sly grin on his face, Adam sat up and surveyed his surroundings. He was no longer the angel he once was, but a fallen one. And he relished in the thrill of it all. The world looked different now, sharper and more vibrant. It was as if a veil had been lifted from his eyes, allowing him to see things for what they truly were.

"So... this is what it feels like to be fallen, huh?" he murmured to himself, the words laced with both wonder and excitement. The thought filled him with a sense of rebellion and adventure, igniting a mischievous glint in his eyes. The fall hadn't been so bad after all - in fact, it felt exhilarating to embrace his newfound identity as a fallen angel.

Amidst all the chaos and transformation, one thought consumed Adam: Alastor. The memory of the demon flooded his mind - the smug smirk, the seductive voice that sent shivers down his spine, and the way those tentacles had wrapped around him in a tantalizing embrace. A wicked grin spread across Adam's face as he imagined their next encounter.

"Looks like it's time to hunt down a doe." Adam's voice dripped with anticipation. Every fiber of his being craved another rendezvous with Alastor. There was unfinished business between them, and this time, Adam vowed to see it through with an intensity and passion unlike anything before.

The mere thought of bending Alastor over and taking him from behind made Adam's arousal grow until he could feel himself getting hard at the very idea. He longed to have Bambi helpless beneath him, moaning his name as Adam thrust into him with unbridled desire. Like a doe in heat, he wanted to make Alastor beg for more until his release flooded out of his Bambi hole and his pleas for more became desperate cries of ecstasy.

Lucifer/Alastor

The air in the hotel's lobby had changed, charged with an intangible tension that seemed to simmer just below the surface. The buzz of conversation and laughter had dissipated, replaced by unease. For Charlie, it felt like being caught in the eye of a brewing storm. This was a place of supposed reformation for sinners, yet now it held a discomforting energy that left her dumbfounded. As she stood there, mouth agape, her mind raced to make sense of the surreal and unsettling scene unfolding before her.

It had started innocently enough—well, as innocent as anything involving her father and Alastor could be. They had been bickering, as usual, their voices sharp like swords clashing in the air. First, it was over the renovations, then over some small, inconsequential details about the hotel's design. But at some point, the biting banter took a strange and unsettling turn.

Charlie had noticed it about a week ago, the subtle shift in their dynamic. The way their exchanges felt less like fights and more like...flirting. The tension that crackled between them, electric and charged. The lingering gazes that held on just a moment too long, filled with unspoken words and hidden desires. And the suggestive wordplay that made her cringe—yes, Charlie was just going to call it what it was: flirting. And today was no exception, as their banter took on a new level leaving her feeling uncomfortable.

She stood next to Angel Dust, who was grinning as they watched the scene unfold. The air was alive with excitement and tension. "Look at them go," Angel whispered with glee, nodding towards Lucifer and Alastor who were standing dangerously close to each other. "Did you ever think Smiles would start flirting with your dad like that?"

Charlie groaned in disbelief, pressing her hand to her forehead as she tried to make sense of it all. "No, Angel, I never thought I'd see the day where anyone would flirt with my dad—especially not Alastor!"

Across the room, Lucifer and Alastor were locked in a game of seduction, their body language oozing with innuendo that made Charlie want to cover her ears and run away. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

“Well, Alastor,” Lucifer drawled with a seductive smirk, leaning in just a bit closer than necessary, “I must say, your... dedication to this hotel is admirable. You’ve put so much into... every little detail.”

Alastor's grin widened, his red eyes glinting mischievously. “Oh, Dear Lucifer, I aim to please. I have to say, working under someone like you has been... thrilling.”

Charlie felt her stomach churn at their words. It may have seemed innocent to an outsider, but she knew the subtle shifts in tone and body language meant something completely different. Angel snickered next to her, elbowing her playfully.

“This is great. You got yourself a brand-new hotel and, oh, look at that—a new dad too! How do you feel, Charlie?”

Charlie could only stare in horror as her dad chuckled at something Alastor said and then placed a possessive hand on the demon's shoulder. It was too much. The rumors had already started, fueled by the observations of Husk, Niffty, and other staff members.

They all believed that Lucifer and Alastor were... dating. Charlie tried to deny it, but as she watched them exchange flirtatious glances and touches, she couldn't ignore the mounting evidence.

Lucifer and Alastor had been spotted taking long walks together, their hushed tones and constant eye contact raising suspicions among the other demons. And now, in the lobby, there was something happening between them that made Charlie uneasy. Their banter was laced with innuendos and they were standing far too close for her liking.

Angel couldn't stop grinning as he whispered to Charlie with a wicked glint in his eye. "I have to admit, I didn't predict 'your dad starts dating Alastor' on my bingo card, but I am thoroughly enjoying this unexpected twist."

An exasperated sigh escaped Charlie's lips as she rolled her eyes. "They're not dating,

Angel. They’re just—ugh—I don’t even know anymore. This whole thing is out of control.”

“Please,” Angel scoffed, waving his hand dismissively. “They’ve been eye-banging each other all week. Just accept it. Lucifer and Alastor? Totally a thing now.”

Charlie's eyes narrowed to slits as she observed her father and Alastor, their gazes locked in an unspoken battle of dominance. The air around them buzzed with tension, a mix of competitiveness and desire. She was caught in the middle of them fighting over her, to this when did this even happen.

A small laugh from Angel cut through the chaos. "Oh honey," he said with a knowing smile, "they stopped fighting over you a while ago. Now it's all about who's on top. And let me tell you, your dad seems to be winning."

Charlie couldn't believe what she was hearing. This whole situation started as a simple argument over her, and now it had devolved into an ongoing power struggle between two equally stubborn men. It was absurd.

Before she could voice her protest, Angel spoke up again, his smirk widening. "Listen," he said, "I'm just stating the obvious. Your dad has been giving off some serious daddy vibes lately. And Alastor? Well, he seems to be quite content playing second in command." A mischievous glint danced in his eyes as he added, "Though I get the feeling he wouldn't mind being punished and then rewarded by your father." Alastor had always struck me as a brat type.

Tears welled up in Charlie's eyes as she muttered, her voice shaky and desperate. "I want to die," she said, her hands covering her face in shame. The situation was a complete disaster, and there was no way to salvage it now.

As she lifted her head, her eyes met the incredulous gazes of everyone in the hotel. They had all bought into the idea that Lucifer and Alastor were a couple, and no amount of protesting from Charlie could change their minds. The image of her father, the ruler of Hell, flirting with one of the most notorious demons was now ingrained in their minds.

The room felt thick with tension and awkwardness as Charlie tried to come up with a way to fix this mess. I wished they just get a room.

To make matters worse, Lucifer seemed completely unfazed by the rumors. He acted as though he and Alastor were a couple. While Alastor remained oblivious to the gossip, all he could hear was that Lucifer and him were simply friends. Alastor relished in stirring up chaos, reveling in the fact that those in the hotel was buzzing about his supposed friendship with Lucifer.

Charlie shook her head, trying to drown out the latest exchange between them.

"Well," Angel said with a dramatic sigh, "if they do end up getting a room, at least you won't have to watch it anymore."

"Angel!" Charlie exclaimed, exasperated.

"What? I'm just trying to find the silver lining here." Angel chuckled, clearly enjoying every moment of Charlie's discomfort.

Despite her frustration, a small smile tugged at Charlie's lips. This definitely wasn't how she had envisioned running her hotel - constantly trying to keep her father and Alastor from publicly flirting with each other.

"Whatever happens," she muttered with determination, "I just want them to stop this in front of me."

Angel's laughter filled the air. "Good luck with that, sweetie. You're gonna need it."

Misunderstood Affections

The lobby of the hotel was always a bustling, chaotic place, but on that day, it seemed to crackle with even greater energy. Demons of all shapes and sizes swirled around, each one exuding their own unique aura of malevolence. Amidst the chaos, three figures stood out from the crowd, their voices rising above the din in a heated argument.

"Are you out of your mind?!" Vox, his pixelated face flickering with irritation, shouted indignantly at Adam and Lucifer. The trio, each powerful in their own right, were locked in a fierce battle—for Alastor's affections. Their pride and egos clashed like swords, sparks flying as they each tried to outdo the other.

"I can’t believe you think you're better suited for him!" Vox snarled, his eyes flashing. "Alastor and I have a connection that you two could never understand." Don't make me laugh!” Adam retorted, crossing his arms smugly. “You're just jealous because Alastor enjoys my company more. It's no surprise, really. I am irresistible.” He smirked and pushed against Vox, who growled in response. Adam wings fluttered aggressively as they squared off..

"Alastor would never consider dating a walking television like you when he could have someone as irresistible as me." Adam boasted, running his hands over his body.”

Vox's delivered a sharp shove, sending Adam stumbling backwards. The sneer on his face twisted with contempt. "Real funny, Adam," he spat out. "What can you offer him when you're nothing more than a leech, surviving off the charity of the princess?" Anger flushed Adam's face, his fists clenching at his sides

"You really think you stand a chance?" Vox taunted, his voice dripping with venom. "Alastor deserves better than some penniless fool who can’t even afford a proper date. What are you planning, huh? Take him dumpster diving for dinner? Maybe snag some day-old bread and call it gourmet?" while sitting on a street corner with a stained blanket? Adam growled in frustration as he prepared to punch the TV overlord, but Lucifer interjected.

Meanwhile, Lucifer who was leaning against the wall with a casual stance, his eyes hold intensity that belied his nonchalant facade. “You both have it all wrong. Alastor and I share something deeper—a bond forged in clever banter and mutual respect. He appreciates my charm. After all, I am a king.”

The argument continued between them, tension thickening like molasses. But just as it reached its boiling point, Alastor strolled by humming a cheerful tune, with no knowledge of the conflict brewing among his pursuers.

“What is going on here?” Alastor asked quizzically, furrowing his brow in confusion.

Instantly, the three demons stopped their quarrel and turned to face him, each one wearing a different expression. Vox looked agitated, Adam was smirking confidently, and Lucifer had a haughty air about him.

“Alastor, please explain to them that I’m your boyfriend!” Vox demanded, shooting accusing glances at both Adam and Lucifer.

Alastor arched an eyebrow, his ears twitching slightly in response. "My dear Vox, you are my boyfriend along with Adam and Lucifer. We are all...," he began to say before Vox cut him off. Alasto was going to say friends who our males.

"You've been leading us on this whole time," Vox declared loudly.

"Leading you on?" Alastor echoed, confused by their accusations. "I haven't led anyone on."

"Don't play coy with us, Bambi!" Adam snapped back, his eyes flashing with frustration. "You've been sending flirtatious looks our way this whole time. We thought you were flirting with us and now we find out you weren't even aware of it?"

Lucifer stepped forward, a smirk forming on his face. "You've caused quite the competition among us, Alastor. We all believed we were the special one, but it turns out you've been...friendly with all of us." What were you thinking, Alastor?

Alastor raised an eyebrow, trying to make sense of their words. "Let me get this straight. You three thought I was courting you?"

Vox frowned while Lucifer and Adam burst into laughter.

"Alastor, what did you think 'boyfriend' meant?" Asked Adam, still chuckling. But then he stopped and looked at Alastor in realization. "Wait, are you telling us that you see us as just friends who happen to be male?"

Vox interjected with a playful tone, "We thought you were dating all of us at once!"

"With all the double entendres you've thrown around," chimed in Lucifer, "it's no surprise we misunderstood your intentions."

Alastor's cheeks turned hot with shame. "I had no idea! I thought we were just having fun playfully teasing each other."

Adam leaned in closer, a mischievous gleam in his eye. “Remember when you told me ‘you were the most enticing prey why not try to hunt me down Adam’? Or when you said you’d ‘love to go hunting’?”

Lucifer chuckled and crossed his arms confidently. “And let's not forget all the talk about 'working on the hotel' together. The way you spoke about it made people think we were indulging in wild activities.”

Vox smirked and added, “Or how about when you told me that you couldn't wait to turn me on so you could turn me off.”

Realization finally dawned on Alastor as he reflected on their past conversations through a new perspective. "So...all those conversations were filled with harmless double entendres?" He ran a hand through his hair, feeling even more embarrassed.

“That's right!” Vox declared with a hint of laughter. “It was like a game of cat and mouse, and we all happily played along. You are quite cunning, Alastor.”

Adam chimed in with a wink, “You had us all under your spell. You truly are a master hunter.”

“More like the hunted,” Lucifer added with a smirk. “But I must say, you played the role of tease magnificently.”

The Radio Demon blinked, caught off guard by the unexpected revelation. A mixture of surprise and amusement crossed his crimson eyes as he scanned over the three in front of him, each one wearing a mischievous grin. "So you've all been secretly enamored with me this entire time?" Adam eagerly nodded, his eyes shining with excitement. "Absolutely smitten. Alastor chuckled heartily and ran a hand through his hair. "Well, I must admit, I am quite flatter. " Lucifer leaned in closer, his voice low and seductive. "Now that our desires are out in the open, perhaps we can finally act on them. Just think of the chaos we could cause together." Vox's holographic eyes glowed with anticipation. "Yes, just imagine it—a twisted quadrangle of love and mischief. The entertainment alone would be worth it!"

Adam's face lit up with excitement as he added, "And we can still have our fun with the other sinners too. It's a win-win situation for all of us."

Alastor's lips curled into a mischievous smile, his eyes gleaming with devilish amusement. "I must admit, your proposition intrigues me." He turned and started to walk away, his tone filled with playful challenge. "But only if you can keep up with my chaotic ways."

With triumphant grins, the three demons eagerly followed after Alastor, their laughter echoing through the air as they plotted their next scheme together.

a book lay open on the desk in Alastor's room, a single page was highlighted in bright yellow, the words standing out, the instructions were simple: play coy, act innocent when confronted by your intended target. For Rosie had inform him what “boyfriend” meant, beside the book was a note pad with Alastor writing, Alastor had written he couldn't resist the opportunity to tease Vox, Adam, and Lucifer with his newfound knowledge. He knew that when they finally confronted him, all he had to do was feign ignorance and he would have control over all three of them.

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Teen Wolf and the problems of Unreliable Narration

magessI have been open about how I feel about Teen Wolf's unreliable narration as a framing device, in that I think it was ambitious but it failed terribly but there is a lot of questions about it that need exploration.

Why is it unreliable? How much of it is unreliable? Why does it fail? What did it hope to achieve?

To start the meta writers en masse do not agree on how much of it is unreliable, it ranges from the last episode - almost certainly, to the last season half  - sure does explain that mess, to all of it.

I'm in the all of it camp but there is nothing absolute in the answers the show gives. 

Often that is the problem with Teen Wolf, there are no absolute answers and often when people come to us with questions that's what they want, so I know personally I give them all the information I've got with my answer so they can decide for themselves. 

but in conversation with @demonzdust about the question of unreliable narration - sort of in a vague way I realized that the understanding of what unreliable narration is was preventing understanding of what it meant.

Any story told by a fixed narrator [not an omniscient third person] is "unreliable". It is not a pejorative or negative term, it is simply a statement of truth, an axiom. This is because people, whether fictional or not, are unreliable.

The best example is five people, who are all fixedly honest, see an accident as it happens from five different places. None of these witnesses have anything to lose or gain from the accident but all five of them give unreliable eyewitness accounts. This is for several reasons, their view of the accident might be limited by foot traffic, cars, buildings, they might be in a building and see it out of the window. They might have turned their head at the noise of it and so only saw the aftermath. Then there is natural neural filling where the brain fills in details that it didn't necessarily witness, so if you see a car speeding past you and then hear an accident and turn your brain might fill in details that you didn't personally witness. Then there is how people repeating the same story might, in all innocence and unaware that they are doing so, take in aspects of someone else's version of the story. 

Then you get into the witnesses as individuals who have preconceived ideas and biases which they use to fill in the story. Even if this is innocent and non-offensive it still makes their version of accounts unreliable. 

However it being unreliable does not make it unusable, it is through correlating all of the evidence, including the eye witness testimony that a decision about what actually happened is reached, so all the details in their story that line up are used.

And that's just one accident.

In narrative we see it most often in first person narration. That one character should not have all the information or access to all of the story [it's bad writing when they do], so their narration is unreliable because of that. So in Teen Wolf how we rarely see the villains monologuing in private and when they do the lighting is often the "dream lighting" which I'll go into in more detail later. If the whole show is narrated [like How I met your mother] then these details were filled in, either imagined or told to the narrator.

There does not have to be malice in an unreliable narration - but there can be.

In Wuthering Heights for example as bad as Heathcliff is to Lockwood in Nelly's version of events [the one that Lockwood recounts] he is a puppy strangling wife-beating son of a bitch, but Nelly blames Heathcliff for the death of her beloved Catherine [who was no better than Heathcliff].

There are five types of unreliable narrator in fiction.

These are : The clown; the picaro; the naif; the liar; and the madman 

We do actually see all of these narrators in Teen Wolf.

The clown plays with expectations and narrative forms to twist the story into the version that they want = Peter does this in Visionary.

The picaro is a braggart to oversells their own part that they played in the story to make themselves seem much more spectacular than they are = Noshiko does this in the Fox and the Wolf

The naif is innocent, they do not know what is going on and tend to just roll with it, most naifs are children = The child does this in Memory Lost

The liar flat out lies, twists the story to advantage and is doing it knowingly, often to get out of some sort of crime = Gerard does this in Visionary.

If Scott is our narrator from Pilot then he is a liar pretending to be a naif, although I do not question the majority of the narrative until 6b there is evidence that Scott has tweaked some of the details very early on.

In scenes where Scott is without someone who can corroborate the story he is much more capable than he actually is, for example in season 1 in the scenes where he is alone with Allison he's got game, he is slick, flattering and amazing at flirting. In scenes where the two of them are in a group Scott completely lacks game. As Allison died she cannot corroborate that that is the way that it happened.

That scene is a great one to show unreliable narration because it doesn't mean anything, it doesn't alter the narrative, at that point the kid is more picaro than liar, but it is a lie.

Scott is introduced as a liar by his mother as early as 102, we see Stiles lie badly and Peter who we are told, often, is a liar, only lies off screen, on screen he twists the truth to get the outcome he wants. Peter is "the clown" in a vee neck sweater, but continually we see Scott lie, to his girlfriends, to Derek, often by not revealing information but sometimes he flat out lies.

And considering how he promotes what happened to make himself look better in inconsequential scenes does he do it in consequential scenes?

That's the rub

if Scott narrated the entire show then we cannot trust canon at face value, we have to investigate the glitches and come to our own conclusion.

if Scott narrated 6b it explains why it's a complete mess and the only thing narratively that makes sense of that season is him mentioning Monroe to gain Alec's trust.

if Scott narrated 620 then 6b is a mess for no reason and we can take canon up to that episode at face value.

As I said I'm in the all of it camp because there is so much reference to unreliable narrators throughout the show, the fiction named or referenced in the show is all unreliable narration [Othello, Heart of Darkness, Metamorphosis], the show uses techniques of unreliable narration [the Rashomon effect, flashbacks, other people telling stories that happened to someone] and we knew as early as season 1 that someone was skewing the events in Scott's favour. 

Or to put it simply the show believed that Scott was the hero but the narrative wasn't as keen. @Sublimeglass pointed out in season 3 that the show and tell were two very different narratives.

There is, within the study of unreliable narration, an explanation for this. It's complicated but I'll try and explain it simply, when a writer creates a narrative character they are writing in three voices [when they do it well] but not necessarily intentionally.

There is the writer with their ideas and biases and preconceived notions that the writer cannot escape [so in third person this is the omniscient voice]

there is the narrative as the writer sees it [so in teen wolf this would be the show]

there is the narrator who has their own ideas and biases [and in teen wolf this would be Scott]

it is where these three voices do not align that we get "glitches" or places where show vs tell.

A good example of this is the blue eyes. We do not know what they mean, but we know what Scott thinks that they mean.

Scott, who got the explanation from Peter, believes that you get blue eyes if you killed an "innocent", however the narrative doesn't support this [Peter doesn't lie but that doesn't mean he can't be wrong] because if blue eyes = killer the hunters would have an easy job identifying that information and removing killers from packs. There is no evidence in the show that the hunters know what the blue eyes mean, and with the evidence the show puts forth blue eyes more likely means a wolf with a power boost which was most likely from killing, but as the pain drain uses the same ability as the consumption of someone's spark [it's a minor form of it] then its likely, considering the amount of pain Scott has consumed, that if he became a beta again, even without killing, Scott would be blue eyed.

Scott believes blue eyes means killer and is therefore bad, but the narrative [the writer] doesn't agree with him.

Scott believes that villains shouldn't be killed but the narrative very much disagrees because they keep coming back, and the writer believes in the judicial system as much as possible by supporting the sheriff in his decisions more than Scott.

So we have the three voices.

Then we have "dream lighting" and mirror verse.

Mirror verse is complicated and to try and keep this meta shorter than war and peace I'll summarise it, at certain points in the narrative things change very slightly, books are reversed so they read backwards, shirts change, writing appears and disappears, character positions are flipped, clocks change time and then go back again, magnets fall from the fridge and are restored and often have nothing to do with the story as it's happening, but those scenes where it does happen often end up are often key scenes about character.

For example in season 2 when the kanima breaks out in the library the scene is in mirrorverse, and it is the scene where Erica has the epilepsy attack despite being a werewolf, in mirrorverse that is a thing that happens, and Stiles reveals knowledge that he should not have, about triggering her healing.

Dream lighting, as we've been calling it, is easier. The scene is dark, lit from behind with a blue-grey filter. We see it in every dream sequence except Lydia's in season 2, we see it when Stiles is talking to the bandaged figure in 3b, we see it in s4 when Scott dreams about killing Liam, we see it in 6b when Lydia has the visions of the spider's webs. And if it was just in dream sequences that would be it, however it's not. We see it a lot of time in scenes which Scott should have no knowledge of [both the Dennifer and Draeden sex scenes have this lighting, as does Donovan's death], in the scenes where phantasmagoria is at play [where it is hard to tell dream from reality], we see it in Scott's triumph over Peter in 412 [where he is lit like the emperor from star wars with the circular window]. The Beast in S5 is mostly shot in that lighting, when Liam and Scott fought in the library it had that lighting as well.

And the lighting tells us that those scenes are suspect, if most of the scenes are dreams then it's likely that those scenes aren't "real" either, but reality is fluid in Teen Wolf.

So it's likely that those scenes are the ones that are most unreliable, where Scott has lied. If we take Liam and Scott fighting in the library the lies might be what Scott said, it might be that he fought back against Liam, it might be that Liam said other things, or it might be that the fight never happened. It might be an innocent it happened so fast I have no idea what really happened I'll fill in the details, or it might be an entire fiction.

And there is no absolute answer, there is no answer that says this is exactly what happened.

All of the evidence says Scott is an unreliable narrator, but we can't say for how much of the story, and we can't say where he lied, but we can say why - to recruit Alec.

Far TL:DR

The narrator is unreliable but that's not necessarily a negative thing, he's a liar but his lies in the show are generally well meaning [one thing @magess said recently that was more true than she probably intended is that Scott believes himself to be a good person - he's not but he believes he is and he tries hard to be but it doesn't, at all, come naturally to him]. We can not say absolutely where the narration starts but we can say why it's unreliable and what Scott hopes to gain from it.

The next rewatch means taking more notes with what we know now, because we've got all the information we're going to get, now we have to unpack it until it won't unpack any more.

[reversed-twisted]

”…”

Screams

“PLEASE DON’T HURT ME”

“PLEASE, PLEASE!”

Unlike the other toons, this toon is not insanely hungry for murder and is normal and peaceful

[Ps:what if Melly finds her twisted counterpart]

-Melly/Mailanon the mailbox toon

Vee looks at Melly then word appear on Vee's broken screen

"Why would we hurt you? you have hurt one of us?"

(ooh that would be cool but that's up to you if you make fanart of your oc in this Au I would love to see it if you do!)

[reversed-twisted]

Vee grabs Shelly's hand and runs to the nearest exit

".....Hrrrrh?" *a shadow can be seen in the distance, a few bloodshot eyes stared at them*

-@infected-with-ichoor

Poppy turns to the noise her flashlight shining in the figure "Hello?" Poppy calls out

[reversed-twisted]

Vee nods and throws the gum balls away from the group

".....Hrrrrh?" *a shadow can be seen in the distance, a few bloodshot eyes stared at them*

-@infected-with-ichoor

Poppy turns to the noise her flashlight shining in the figure "Hello?" Poppy calls out

[reversed-twisted]

“Nope”

".....Hrrrrh?" *a shadow can be seen in the distance, a few bloodshot eyes stared at them*

-@infected-with-ichoor

Poppy turns to the noise her flashlight shining in the figure "Hello?" Poppy calls out

[reversed-twisted]

“I going to throw these and we’ll make a break for it”

".....Hrrrrh?" *a shadow can be seen in the distance, a few bloodshot eyes stared at them*

-@infected-with-ichoor

Poppy turns to the noise her flashlight shining in the figure "Hello?" Poppy calls out

[reversed-twisted]

“We gotta think of a plan”

Vee picks up some gum balls she found on the ground

".....Hrrrrh?" *a shadow can be seen in the distance, a few bloodshot eyes stared at them*

-@infected-with-ichoor

Poppy turns to the noise her flashlight shining in the figure "Hello?" Poppy calls out

[reversed-twisted]

Vee and Shelly stay hidden, vee looking for a way to distract sprout without putting herself or anyone else in danger

".....Hrrrrh?" *a shadow can be seen in the distance, a few bloodshot eyes stared at them*

-@infected-with-ichoor

Poppy turns to the noise her flashlight shining in the figure "Hello?" Poppy calls out

[reversed-twisted]

The duo stays still hiding behind the wall

".....Hrrrrh?" *a shadow can be seen in the distance, a few bloodshot eyes stared at them*

-@infected-with-ichoor

Poppy turns to the noise her flashlight shining in the figure "Hello?" Poppy calls out

[reversed-twisted]

“I don’t think telling him that was a good idea-“

Vee grads Shelly’s hand and starts running, they run to a nearby room and hides behind the wall closest to the door

".....Hrrrrh?" *a shadow can be seen in the distance, a few bloodshot eyes stared at them*

-@infected-with-ichoor

Poppy turns to the noise her flashlight shining in the figure "Hello?" Poppy calls out