#Johanna West

[ambrial-blog]

The Urgent Letter.

It’s been months, who the hell am I fooling. decades is more like it. . I thought I could do this on my own. that he had best intentions for me, but I was wrong. I see that now. I can’t do this on my own.  He is getting stronger by the day. “you should’ve seen the way his eyes pierced through Johanna’s disguise.  he knows something is up. I can’t hide from him. I’m afraid,  Angel if he finds out I’m writing this letter. he is peering through a scrying mirror. and already knows of my deception. He breaks down every chance he gets. Even as I continue to write this down I can see his shadow lurking within doorway. He has broken into the Hazbin Hotel. Has stolen Alastor’s magic. ”Check your rooms for his sentient shadow. you can extinguish it.  And I can only imagine what It is thinking.  Its a carnivore so be weary.

Everything now is askewed,  He tells me I’m making things unnecessarily complicated when I start asking questions. and at times I wonder if he’s right.  his mid games have become frighteningly acute. As I write this my hand is trembling. “you and I both know who put Stolas into that coma. But everyone is searching me. hunting me down.  but they’ll never find me. Striker has made sure of that.  you know as I continue writing this letter I have to ask myself why am I bothering. but  If I am to disappear I want to know the truth of what they think of me.  Angel, and Joe.  I know I am asking a lot but I need to find them. I need to know if he is right. I know he isn’t- but I’m starting to believe him. Moxxie and Millie: should be in the Envy Ring: dealing with Moxxie Maffiso boss or back in Wrath on Mildred’s family farm.  My Loony,  is my greatest disappointment. because I never got tell her how much I loved her- not like she’d hear me out. But, regardless of what she thinks I still want the very best for her. ”In the mail, I also sent packages out containing a personal message from me.  “If you can Angel,  tell them that I’m sorry, and If you get ahold of Loona tell her that Daddy misses his little girl. I’m tired and I’m losing myself. everyday I feel a piece of myself disenagrate. Striker is more then he seems,  he is ancient hybrid.  The Cowboy,  remembers things so differently then how they happened. ”Am I losing my mind,  your my last hope sugar-daddy”

PS, I need to know that state and condition of I.M.P.  That company has  been my life work, and despite it burning down during the failed assassination attempt. that, was the catalyst of it all.  Now, Stolas rests in a coma. Possibly blind by the burning flint. I have this feeling that Moxxie and Millie are keeping my company afloat. ”I need them if I am to break free of these chains that bind me, I can’t trust the Cowboy- I keep getting mixed signals.

I am trapped. if I escape. I know he will hunt each of you down. He has the overlords in his pocket. I don’t know how long I can keep this charade up.  Johanna has become dangerously close. I can’t seem to catch a break, everyone wants me dead.  Striker is the only one standing in the way. And your in his way.  Angel, your the only stopping him. but won’t last forever.  But knowing you, you’ll think of something. I promise to end, the pimp’s life- even if it means my own. Signed Blitzo, the Loveless Harlequins.

[impindustries]

$ there’s a darkness at the edge of town $

[princesssarisa]

Musical fandoms and ingenue hate

Is this really such a problem?

There's a YouTuber named Katherine Steele who mostly makes videos about musical theatre, and who has a small video series in defense of ingenue characters, titled "Why Everybody Hates..."

There are four videos in the series: "Why Everybody Hates Cosette" (Les Misérables), "Why Everybody Hates Christine" (The Phantom of the Opera), "Why Everybody Hates Johanna" (Sweeney Todd), and "Why Everybody Hates Maria" (West Side Story).

Some other sources – like TV Tropes, for example – have cited those videos to talk about why these characters are "widely" disliked.

But is it really true? Of all four of those musicals' fandoms, I've only been deep in the Les Misérables fandom, but from what I've seen people say about the others, I had no idea that those ingenue characters got big amounts of hate!

Being indifferent to the character doesn't count as hate, nor does considering her unoffensive but boring.

Do Johanna and Maria get the same kind of real loathing in the diehard Sweeney Todd and West Side Story fandoms that we see in the Les Mis fandom with talk about "that horrid Cosette," "I hate her with a passion," etc?

There is a lot of visceral, venomous Cosette-hate in the Les Mis fandom, or at least there used to be in the '90s and early 2000s. But it has a cause: Éponine. Immature people hate Cosette because she's loved by Marius, when they want him to love Éponine instead. (And to a lesser extent because she "abandons" her father Jean Valjean, but that's more the novel's Cosette than the musical's.)

I know that there's also some Christine hate among Phantom Phans, which is also love-triangle related: they hate her for choosing Raoul instead of the Phantom.

But I had no idea that Sweeney and WSS fans were venomous about Johanna or Maria – are they?

From what little I've seen of Sweeney fans, I've occasionally seen them call Johanna boring or a Mary Sue (and even then, the context has been "I always thought she was, but then [insert actress here] made me appreciate her"). But for the most part, I see people talk approvingly about how she's more complex than an average ingenue, how she can be played as mentally unstable, etc.

And Maria? Yes, there are the people who can't stand how quickly she forgives Tony for killing Bernardo. (Although that complaint only seems to have become widespread with the 2021 film's release – I remember occasionally reading it in the past, but not nearly as much as now.) But apart from that, and from sometimes seeing people call both Maria and Tony boring, I had no idea that anyone hated her! And if you think she had no characterization but "pretty and nice" until the 2021 film, then you've been giving both the stage version and the 1961 film a shallow surface read! She's always had intelligence, playfulness, passion and strength!

I'd like people who have been deep in the fandoms of these musicals to tell me. Is there really a widespread problem of loud, venomous hate for all these ingenue characters, the way there has been for Cosette in the Les Mis fandom? Or is it really just a few people calling them "boring" now and then, with only the love triangles in Les Mis and Phantom making people nastier about Cosette and Christine?

[glimmerofawesome]

[noys-boise]

today's gender: solos in musicals that are just some guy really appreciating his love interest so much

[megraen]

I created Romance Charts for my OCs to mark the Occasion. [Original template by _mythir on Twitter]

Tagging: @miss-jennifer-cormier @glitchinginthegarden @cassietrn @voidika @ladykatie512 @katophoenix @arrthurpendragon @socially-awkward-skeleton

[stephanieromanoff]

Just realized Jade West from Victorious gives the same vibes as Johanna Mason

[turnupsdrawsrarely]

I can excuse murdering people and baking them into pies, but I draw the line at killing the dog.

(Sweeney Todd book doodles.)

[pernillecfcw]

We are top of the league ,we are top of the league 🎶

[impindustries]

$ loveless as ever $

[whenjet]

tag dump!

ships

your beauty never ever scared me — rel: riff lorton / graziella

one of your own kind, stick to your own kind — rel: riff lorton / maria vasquez

you are west side legendary — rel : riff lorton / tony wyzek

i’ve held my breath since i saw her — rel: riff lorton / johanna barker

held hostage by my feelings — rel: riff lorton / rosalia ortega mesa

dynamics

womb to tomb — dyn: riff lorton / tony wyzek

little man, you’re a king! — dyn: riff lorton / the jets

we can powwow friendly like — dyn: riff lorton / bernardo vasquez

i’m a paying customer — dyn: riff lorton / valentina

miscellaneous

there’s dust on everything — musings

hand to heart — headcanon

who cares who i am? — visage

[ambrial-blog]

The Dancer and the Assassin

Meanwhile back at the Devil's Backbone: an isolated ranch located out in the far recess of Wrath. Known for its stark alabaster beauty: The Devil's backbone ran the length of nine acres. Nine acres of dried up desert heat. It was out in the middle of nowhere. Where heat sickness was a common disease. And the chances of anyone finding you was slim to nil. It was Striker's hideout. The outlaw had millions of them, scattered throughout the seven rings of hell. The Devil's backbone was home to Blitzo Nash as well. A former boss imp who was out to prove everyone wrong. He had every intention in clearing his name.... correction once he had every intention of clearing his name. But over the years things had changed, the scarlet imp was skillful, resilient and resourceful. But could never run fast enough to get out of Striker's looming shadow.

While Moonlighting as a famous NASCAR Racer, a speed demon on the Devil's Circuit. Numerous overlords came from all around, frothing at the mouth eager to sponsor the scarlet speedster. That took hell by storm. Eighteen and without seemingly a care in the world. Blitzo Nash became a rising star: in the NASCAR industry. Blitzo was a adrenaline junkie. Fizzorolli could've sworn Blitzo was born with gasoline in his veins: by how much Blitzo enjoyed burning rubber as he tore up the race track. Nothing could hold him back and the confidence Blitz extruded was contagious.

But then tragedy striked on the race tracks. Fizzorolli's living nightmare comes to life. As he slowly pulls the unconscious body of his child hood friend from the burning wreckage. The warped and twisted metal of his NASCAR smoldered in the dimly lit stadium. Fizzorolli's breath catches in his throat and under the ember glow of the defiant fire-lit torches that blazed high in the jet black skies. Blitzo's injuries were visiable, A large crack split the center of his obsidian helmet. Fizzorolli panicked, He couldn't tell if Blitz was breathing-or not. His body was too still. As the hushed whispers from the surrounding auidance burned his ears. … as he clutched onto Blitzo screaming his name into the still night. . As the ambulances... wailing siren could be heard in the background. Blitzo's memories were fragmented, due to a fractured skull. It would take two decades for the scarlet devil to reclaim his racing tittle. But he would never recover from the devil's bargin. A bargin he wish he never made, A deal he struck with a vengful snake. While suffering through years of painful rehibilitation. Blitzo finally turns his back on I.M.P. the snake was determined to keep Blitz all to himself. And, he had a way to break the rodeo

[glimmerofawesome]

[ambrozjas]

the gang with a reader that is a soc? (separately)

the gang x soc!reader ꨄ︎

the outsiders x soc!reader (separately)

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this took a while, so sorry for the long wait !! 💘 thank you for the request darlin i really loved writing this !!

✧˖*°࿐ warnings ᰔᩚ

mentions of alcohol in two-bit’s, dally being a pest, reader is described as gorgeous and beautiful and “purdy” but i don’t think a gender is specified?

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“ya’know, y’didn’t have to do all this.” DARRY said, his eyes still raking across all the store bags filled with new clothes for sodapop, ponyboy, and darry.

“don’t mention it, dare. i’ve got plenty of money to spend for you boys.” you said, walking over to darry and placing a delicate hand on his arm, looking over the presents.

“sure, but—“

“can’t you just wait ‘til you see the look on soda and pony’s faces? they’re gonna be so happy, just think about it.” you try your best attempt at comforting darry, assuring him that you could afford it.

he merely sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose between his eyes. you wrap an arm around his shoulders and lean your head on him, rubbing his left arm soothingly.

“bought us some groceries for dinner t’night, too. don’t worry about it, darry. i got you.” you mumbled in his ear as his icy blue eyes opened and gazed at you, his eyebrows furrowed.

“whatever you say, darlin’.”

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SODAPOP’s mouth parted a bit as his eyes widened, watching a sleek white 1966 corvette stingray pull up to the dx.

you came out of the car, sunglasses on top of your head with your hair pushed back a bit. then, your friend came out of the car too. johanna winchester, boy was she a bitch. before soda had dropped out, she was pretty much the hottest piece of gossip there, always cheating on her boyfriend and hosting parties at her dad’s two-story house on the west side.

but, you were an unfamiliar face. he had never seen you before, because if he had, he would’ve remembered someone as beautiful as you.

steve had obviously noticed sodapop ogling at something, and following his gaze he saw you. he whistled, “woo! you see those dames, soda?”

soda looked steve up and down, his face and hands covered in black oil. “‘course i see ‘em, now get outta here ‘fore they see you.”

“don’t hate me ‘cause i’m good-lookin’.” steve shrugged, taking one more glance at you and your friend opening the door before walking back to the garage.

“hey! you think we could get five on pump two, please?” ugh, even your voice made soda swoon. you handed him a few neatly stacked dollar bills and looked behind you at your friend who was side eyeing every corner of this place.

“‘course!” sodapop replied, clicking a few buttons to open up pump two but couldn’t help but overhear johanna whispering to you, “couldn’t we have picked another gas station?” obviously because it was run by “greasers.”

you whispered back to her, although soda couldnt hear you. instead, he handed you your change to which johanna rudely grabbed the coins and yanked you away, pulling you out of the dx. you threw one last glance behind you to soda, before you finally get pulled out of the gas station.

for now, he would just have to dream and hope until he sees you again.

boy, he wished he stayed in school a bit longer just so he could’ve see you more often.

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PONYBOY watched as you rested your chin on your palm, looking out the window as the sunlight illuminated your face with a golden hue.

you were in english class, unbothered by the teacher’s ramblings on shakespeare, anything outside was more interesting than this class.

ponyboy’s eyes were glued to you, watching how you wrote down simple phrases in your notebook whenever you’d tune back into the the teacher’s monologuing.

he had just watched your eyes fall across the rest of the room, the other students either borderline falling asleep or not paying attention at all, before your eyes fell on him, and in that very moment he heard a stern, “mr. curtis!” from the teacher.

ponyboy felt his cheeks heat up as the class’ eyes fell on him, he glanced over to you only to find your eyes still on him as well.

“mr. curtis, what is the answer?” he asked. pony stammered a bit, trying to read the board as quickly as possible until he heard nails clacking on the desk across the room. it was you, hand covering your mouth mouthing the letter ‘b’.

“oh—! uh, ‘b’ sir.” ponyboy said, a wave of what he thought to be sweat washing over him as he sighed in relief when the teacher nodded his head.

he looked back over to you, giving him a thumbs up as your pink lips curled in a small smile.

he smiled to himself, mouthing a quick ‘thanks’ to you before looking away and writing down whatever was on the board.

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“you ain’t like other greasers, huh?” you asked JOHNNY. “what’s your deal?”

johnny stayed quiet, eyes as wide as saucers as you leaned over him, hands planted firmly on his desk.

“you mute?” you asked, a bit coldly as johnny flinched at your tone. you tilted your head as you tried to understand him. he wasn’t like that hood dallas winston, but he wasn’t like any other greaser you’d seen before.

johnny swallowed. “no..” he said. you were utterly beautiful. albeit, a social, you were quite the jaw dropper.

“then could you.. maybe help me with this?” your demeanor changed, probably because you had realize johnny was no threat despite being a greaser. a sheepish smile grew on your face as you flashed the worksheet in front of him.

“thought w’could negotiate. i help you with the readin’, you help me with the math?” you said, tilting your head once again as you pointed at the filled worksheet below johnny, but he wasn’t paying any attention to where your finger pointed, his eyes remained on you.

his eyes flickered across your face, taking in every blemish and ridge of it. he was mesmerized by you. but he was conflicted. he could never have a chance with a soc, so why dream?

but then again, johnny thought, something is better than nothing.

“‘course.” he said.

for now, he can only dream until he could muster up the courage to speak more than one word to you.

one day, johnny thought.

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“what’s the matter wit’you, dollface?”

“don’t call me that, hood.”

DALLY huffed, a tiny bit of smoke seeping through his lips from where a small opening lie where his cigarette was.

he had been following you around all day, bothering you on your way home. you held your books protectively against your chest, thinking for some reason he’d try and pull a move on you. he kept circling around you, like a vulture. “c’mon, jus’ one date.” he told you, hand coming to rest upon your shoulder before you shook him off.

you scoffed, “maybe in your dreams.”

dally tapped his foot impatiently as you stood in front of your house, a pristine exterior with some marble pillars. he knew it was a risk being on this side of town, but then again dallas winston was never much known for being safe.

“whatever, man.” he murmured. you winced as he threw his cigarette on your freshly cut lawn, and made his way back down the street.

your eyebrows furrowed as you watched him give up. you knew dallas winston as a greaser, a criminal, an asshole, and maybe a bit handsome although you’d never admit it. but you never once took him for a quitter.

you watched as he cockily walked down the sidewalk, hands stuffed in his pockets as he was on the lookout for any socs.

for some reason, you thought he’d try harder. did you want him to try harder?

no, you couldn’t’ve. dally wasn’t even worth your time. so why did he give up so easy? why did you wish he would’ve turned around, and kept bothering you?

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“c’mon pretty thing!” TWO-BIT shouted out at you. he had been throwing pebbles at your bedroom window, ultimately scratching the glass with the heavier ones but the thought was nice.

your bedroom was on the second floor, facing the backyard. so watching two at the ground, yelling for you at night while your parents were asleep? not a good look for you.

you held a finger to your lips as your eyes widened, quietly telling two-bit to shut up.

you don’t think he got the message though, considering his grin never left his face, and the bottle didn’t leave his hand either. he flashed you your favorite candy bar, and waved a hand at you telling you to come down.

you looked back behind you, and back at two, giving him a thumbs up.

you put on a jacket over your nightgown, putting your sneakers on and tip-toeing down the stairs and out the back door.

you saw two-bit, taking chugs of his drink before his eyes fell on you. “hey baby! how you doin’?”

“fine, before you woke me up.” you said to which he gave you a small hug, immediately warming you up with his body heat. he tapped the candy bar against your back, which made you pull away to grab it.

“snagged you a sweet.”

“snagged or stole?”

“same thing, ain’t it? now c’mon darlin’, we got a whole night ahead of us!” two-bit said, pulling you away and helping you jump over your fence, like a gentleman.

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“hey, y’mind passin’ me that wrench over there?” STEVE said, the creeper making a squeak as he rolled out from under the car and pointed you towards the clear drawers containing all the parts.

your face screwed up as you thought about all the dirt and oil that must be on those tools. you made a thinking noise, looking back at the drawers before steve tsk’ed.

“what? too worried about your purdy sleeves getting dirty from some oil?” he scoffed.

“‘m glad you think they’re pretty, at least.”

“just—! get me the wrench?” he said, brown eyes flickering up at you in your seat. “what’s the magic word?” you said, a grin resting on your face.

“i might as well go get it m’self.” steve started to roll the creeper further out so he could just get the tools on his own before you stopped him with a series of ‘no’.

“okay! just—,” you cringed at the plethora of rusty tools steve had im the drawers, and quickly dug through them. steve laughed as you shuffled through all of them, before whistling.

you turned your head towards him, only to find him waving the wrench at you with a shit-eating grin.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ skdeojejwsozskw i hope you guys like this, it took me like a day to concoct 😭😭

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