#Victor Ho

[soranatus]

DC’s Spring Breakout (2024) anthology, John Timms main cover

Spring has sprung! Flowers are blooming, bees are buzzing, Harley is breaking King Shark out of Belle Reve prison…all is right in the DCU as both heroes and villains face all sorts of different spring breaks. Breaking out of a coffin? Lex Luthor has that covered. Spring break training? Send in Superman! Breaking out of your shell? Batman and Mr. Freeze explore that possibility through a connection in their shared past. Breaking down a worthy adversary? Katana and her sword of souls might just be able to tackle that. And it wouldn’t be a spring break without a Teen Titans beach trip! All these and more in DC’s Spring Breakout! — eight breakout stories to put a spring in your step!

[dailydccomics]

Dawn of DC artwork by Dan Mora

[yunaatay]

[simplynerdilicious-blog]

Legally Sabes

Please, excuse the horrible anatomy and total inabilty to draw the human figure, but I was going on vibes here. Also, I had to include Inner Kitty in matching outfits.

Prompted by an exchange with @black-wolves-bw, I longed for Legally Blonde/Legally Sabes art, so I quickly made one.

Please, more talented artists, feel free to contribute to the cause.

[rraaaarrl]

IS IT POSSIBLE TO GET HIGH OFF PURE SCHADENFREUDE BECAUSE,

[themarvelliteraryuniverse]

Victor and Shawn standing side by side, reading their sheets. Then Victor leans over to glance at Shawns, "You get Bingo?"

And Shawn whips the paper up with a snarl. "It's a dumb game, it's like fuckin' horoscope or some shit. It doesn't mean shit- I don't even like redheads!"

Now Victor grins, all teeth. "You're more like your old man than you wanna be, aren't ya?"

[victorluvsalice]

-->A process annoyingly interrupted by a specter, who caused them to drop their trash in favor of getting sprinkled. From across the damn front walkway, no less. *grumbles* Darn distracting blob-ghosts... I had Smiler loot the resultant pile for parts, then dropped it in the trash can for them and had them go sort out all the recyclables so the gang didn’t have to worry about anything overflowing any time soon. While they were doing that (and I knocked Victor out of a perma-weeding loop on a bugged plant so he would tend the rest of the garden), Alice finished her breakfast, cleaned MORE spoiled food out of the fridge (in fact, cleaning spoiled things out of fridges was going to become a theme of the day, as you will find out), then went and fed Toothy the cowplant before going to give the chickens a bit more feed (as at least one hen was still starving, as per the tooltips). As she took care of that, I decided that Smiler should probably clear that specter that was lurking by the front path and being a distraction on the way to the trash can and had them present them with a dark red chatterbot of their own design. To my relief, the specter appreciated the gift, and gave Smiler a glob of wraith wax! :D We do love our sacred candles around here...

-->With the specter no more, farm chores could continue – Alice collected the eggs from the chicken coop and chatted with all the chickens (who were glad to talk to her today, hooray), while Smiler went to check on Moory and see how she was doing. The cow wasn’t impressed with Smiler’s initial attempts at conversation, but cheerfully accepted a tipping. Smiler was thus able to successfully milk her for both the standard six regular milk and one enriched milk. :) Good use of 25 simoleons! As I continually state, it’s not like the gang can’t afford it. XD Victor, meanwhile, finished up tending all the non-bugged-plants, got the beeswax and the honey out of the beehive, and grabbed himself some banana split waffles to eat before running out to have a quick flirt with Smiler in the cow paddock. :) Poor Alice, meanwhile, was once again put on “get all this spoiled food out of the fridge, please” duty (seriously, so much stuff went bad today! This is what happens when you have a lot of produce and dairy products and such and Sims who don’t eat much if at all). I then sent everyone into the greenhouse to harvest a few key plants – Alice got the soy and black beans, bell peppers, and strawberries (the latter just because I know she likes them); Victor got the emotional berries off the Tree of Emotions (a full set of all the different ones this time) and some pineapples; and Smiler got their poison fireleaf and noxious elderberries (unfortunately getting a slight rash in the process) – before having Victor super-sell everything else. While waiting for him to finish up, I had Alice do a little scavenge in the yard (unearthing an emerald, nice) and sell a painting, and had Smiler brush off Shadow (still hanging out in the front entrance for some reason). Finally, once everyone was ready, I dumped the day’s milk and eggs into the fridge, gathered them all up –

[snixx]

okay controversial opinion but i actually really like love triangles...especially when they're actual balanced three-way triangles. granted my prefered stance for triangles i actually give a shit about is almost always that they end in poly (which never happens) but god i also hate them because they're fuel for so much unsolicited hate to everyone involved because of shipping wars

[sivavakkiyar]

[wheelercore]

First off:

Context of this creel theory are in these posts: x x x

UMMMMM Alice in Henry's version of events directly mentions the word "dream":

Nah bc it's me vs Henry right now and I'm ready to throw hands for the truth.

As she speaks they literally pan over a YELLOW stained window in the background. "Dream" as in Dream A Little Dream (Victor's song, again, about a person who hopes that their lover is thinking of them when they're gone), being associated with a "fairy tale"- with the yellow lighting being associated with dishonesty.

Alice being the one to say this, of course she's being genuine, but as a watcher you know that it's the exact opposite. The usage of words like "dream" and "fairytale" with double meanings: on the surface it's obviously just unbelievably good circumstance but when you go deeper you realize that it's being used here as synonyms with delusion. Why Alice? Why is Alice being chosen as the representation of the dishonesty (again, the yellow lighting and her solid yellow outfit later on) and the (Victor's) delusion?

This isn't the first time theyve used colored lighting to portray subtext, they did the same thing with Victor, the red lighting, and burning baby or the soft reddish yellow lighting when Henry is about to start his murder spree

I think it fairly interesting because we're playing with a lot of perspectives here. We got two recounting of the same event, Victor with his rose tinted glasses on and Henry leaving out crucial details. When it comes to the portrayal of Alice's age, I think there might be some shenanigans going on.

Now look, can the duffers do math? No. Are they consistent? Also no. But 15-14=1 isn't hard and it wouldn't be difficult for them to realize "oh shit we had Victor say he came back from the war 14 years ago but yet we have Alice down on this prop as 15 years old". But yet they deliberately included these details alongside portraying Alice with a much younger actress. Think of s1 Nancy (16) with s1 Mike (12). Now compare that to Alice (15) and Henry (12):

There is a huge difference there. Alice is clearly not meant to be portrayed as 15. Either it's extremely negligent casting or it's intentional.

Now we could wonder why the writers chose to do this, or we could be a little bit less meta and ask: why does the visual representation of Alice look considerably younger than her actual age in Victor and Henry's retelling? We know Henry may be leaving crucial details out about his family (namely Virginia and Alice) and we know for sure that Victor isn't a reliable narrator at all and will straight up imagine things that didn't happen if it meant that his family looked more "perfect" than it was. Edit: fixed some inaccuracies

Well, the thing is, if Alice had been just a year younger she would have been born after Victor came back from the war. 2 years and she would have been conceived and born after he came back. Yeah it's a bit insane, but get what I'm getting at here? It could just be an illusion. Alice looks younger because that's how Victor from his jail cell could deal with the fact that Alice might not have been his, especially after believing for decades his whole family is dead.

Mind you, Victor made himself even more blind. Literally. That's a thing he did. He wanted to be "with his family", but his "family" was never more than playing pretend. Victor will delude himself, as we see repeatedly with the inconsistencies from his version of events compared to Henry's, into doubling down on that lie.

Reminder, one of the few actual voiced lines from Henry's retelling is freaking Alice herself saying that it all looks like a fairy tale and a dream (I believe we don't get these lines in Victor's version of events, but I could be wrong please correct me).

But yet Henry directly exposes all of Victor's inconsistencies with the exception of Alice? Why?

He's deliberately lying about Alice by omission. By being vague about the nature of Virginia's wrongdoings and being vague about how he tormented Alice in particular (because Henry wasn't tormenting his family for fun, he was doing it to show them a side of themselves that was imperfect), he's intentionally leaving out what he's learnt about the two of them. In a meta sense, the writers don't want to reveal to us the truth about Virginia, and by extension Alice, until next season for whatever reason.

When thinking about how Henry phrased his radicalization, he saw his parents for who they really were and it was all a terrible lie.

He deliberately leaves out Alice from that statement. Alice hadn't done anything wrong.

But yet he does torment her. For shits and giggles? We've never seen him do anything for no reason. He does leave her a dead rabbit (was it a baby rabbit? Because my god thats even more on the nose) and give her nightmares. But those scenes are never focused on Alice internally unlike Virginia and Victor, in fact they seem to focus more on them having to comfort Alice, the physical representation of the "sin" that Victor thinks their family is being punished for.

@henrycreeltm tagging you because I feel like I'm going insane because of Alicegate or whatever this should be called and I don't want to be alone. I'm in too deep 😭

[ultraericthered]

Two No. 1 villains of the Marvel Universe getting to interact. Love it.

Marvel Knights #20th #5

[aitan]

EL DERECHO DE VIVIR EN PAZ

Indochina è il luogo

Oltre il grande mare

Dove sbocciano i fiori

Tra genocidio e napalm

La luna è un'esplosione

Che scioglie tutto il clamore

Il diritto di vivere in pace

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Un megagruppo di cantanti e musicisti cileni interpreta questa canzone di Víctor Jara scritta nel 1971.

"Nosotros como artistas repudiamos las acciones del gobierno al militarizar las calles, asesinar y torturar a nuestro pueblo, elevamos este canto como un genuino intento para generar cambios profundos y estructurales en nuestra sociedad.

Por un país justo y digno.”

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[themarvelliteraryuniverse]

-   a funhouse’s room of mirrors . (Victor)

Send me a Setting

Oh, he doesn't like this.

Victor's lips pull back over his teeth, snarling at his disjointed reflection before he lashes out and and shatters it. The glass rains down in a thousand shards, it's tinny pings echoing through the darkened maze. He hated these things. He hated carnivals in general. Too many smells, too many sounds and lights.

The cruel irony of this place being the only refuge from the outside. It's quiet, yeah, but it smells of stale air and lingering piss and vomit.

And her.

Earthy. Floral. Scaly. Well, maybe he couldn't smell the last one, but they were associated with her now. And he wasn't scared, but he didn't want to be on the other end of those teeth again anytime soon.

Something moves in front of him and he tenses, another quiet snarl as he swipes forward but finds an empty space. He takes a tentative step. Then another. But a third slams him into a plexiglass wall and retaliated by slashing five deep rivets into the material.

It makes a terrible sound, and his skin crawls but he endures it because he knows she can't like it either. He thinks he hears her wince. Or curse, or something, but it echoes. It's everywhere. She's everywhere.

[victorluvsalice]

-->While Victor, refreshed from his nap, decided to try a bigger target for his next duel – Morgyn, Sage Of Untamed Magic! He located our favorite nonbinary sage at the chess table and challenged them --

Aaand promptly got his ass kicked. XD I mean, he DID put up a good fight, but Morgyn is a Sage, and it’s pretty difficult to beat THEM. Victor decided to switch tactics (and aspirations), and after complimenting Morgyn on their fighting prowess, instead asked if they could teach him a potion. Morgyn kindly handed over a sample of the Potion of Good Fortune – a potion that actually makes use of one of the magical plants Victor’s been growing, Valerian Root! Hooray! Pleased, I sought out Simeon, Sage of Practical Magic, to get another recipe –

And didn’t see the option. Either he had none to teach Victor, or the option was on a cooldown after Victor asked Morgyn. *sigh* I instead had him teleport down to Caster’s Alley to check out the tomes shop, but all they were selling was the Nimble Mind potion tome, which Victor already knows. *grumble* And as it was already almost midnight in-game, I decided “okay, let’s wrap it up here,” had him buy some turquoise from the crystal shop (because it’s a needed ingredient for his new potion and, as stated multiple times in previous updates, they have the money), and then take everyone home.

-->Once home, Victor teleported his way up to bed, while Alice – refreshed from her nap and subsequent run – transformed into her wolfy form and headed out for a hunt. Smiler, for their part, went and turned off the gardening bots in the greenhouse �� who STILL hadn’t cleared those weeds from the plants! O.o So, after getting their elderberries and chamomile, I had Smiler try weeding them themselves. They ended up getting a dirt frog for their efforts –

But they also ended up getting stuck in an endless loop of weeding. Realizing that the problem might be with the plants, not with the bots, I had them stop and put Alice (who had returned from her hunt, eaten her meat, cleaned up her dish, and repaired the broken sink on the potting bench in the greenhouse -- Smiler was weeding for a while) on the case – she too got stuck in an infinite loop when she tried to weed, proving the plants in question had gotten glitched.

So I just shift-clicked on said plants and cheated the weeds away. XD Hey, not THEIR fault they couldn’t clear the damn things! I was just getting ready to leave it there (with maybe Smiler trying out one of the new herbalism potion they could make with their new ingredients, some insect repellent goop) –

-->When the house made some spooky noises, distracting everyone, and Temperance showed up AGAIN! Right next to Victor as he woke up! Victor – didn’t even react, instead just heading downstairs for meatballs. XD I slapped his bizarre idol on the dresser as he left, then just waited for Temperance to fuck off before saving and quitting, with Victor full of meatballs in the kitchen; Alice Somber-Howling her Fury away on the porch; and Smiler hanging out in the greenhouse. :p Pretty productive day overall, honestly! :) Next time -- well, next time we're getting the Valicer-In-The-Dark-inspired lookbook I did in CAS over Christmas, but after that, we're going back to the store to try to empty those shelves a little bit more – and see if taking the price tags off a few items helps with the lag there. *nods* See you then!

[see-arcane]

tags via @gabrielisdead

#my goth transfemme frankenstein just found her evil twin brother#*shaking hands obnoxiously long*#we can put so much trauma and chronic illnes into this kid together#don't forget to draw the sick goth boots on him that you always wanted to have

Dude's got sick goth boots for every day of the week*. And hey, maybe if our Frankensteins combine their assorted traumas and illnesses and gay little gothicnesses together, they can make it through their narratives unscathed!**

*All boots are sick goth boots when you're a goth who's always sick, eyyy

**Narrator: This is not now or ever possible. Get wrecked little doomed scientists, lmao

Currently spiraling into the 1980's Industrial Goth Frankenstein AU of my own design, featuring fun concepts like:

-Victor Frankenstein being even more beset than he was in the 1790s

-A combo of bi/trans/genderfluid/demi/general gender-and-orientation fuckery to 1) Give the whole 'obsessed with Building a New and Improved Type of Guy' a fresh lens, 2) Add more BS to deal with in the 80's, and 3) More reason to deep dive into alternative gothic scenes

-Victor, born suffering a medley of physical issues, parental death trauma issues, hated and/or disowned for not identifying loving being existing 'right' issues by general society and his only living parent, has had three hours of sleep in the past 48 hours: "Why can't everyone be better? Why can't human beings all just come out right and healthy and deathless? Someone should get on that."

-Something something, returning to the original point of the Creature's creation being Victor trying desperately to Make a Person Too Healthy, Strong, and Well-Made to Suffer or Know Suffering From Poor Health/Death, something something. Probably a lot more to unpack ala the whole 'built a giant premade muscle man OC/Creature as a way to cope with everything,' both in meta and generational expectation terms.

-Creature, at some point, hands freshly-red: "Am I not what you made me to be? Am I not what you wanted? Am I not what you wished you were?"

-At least he can listen to Bauhaus while dealing with all this

[sciencebecameouraddiction]

title: Weakness is For Fools (PT 1)

author: sciencebecameouraddiction

fandom: hazbin hotel

rating: PG

genre: Angst with a happy end

pairing: Alastor x Reader (Use of Y/N)

warnings: Alastor is not with it on this, unhinged, confused and a bit of back story sprinkled in. Rosie is also not having any of Alastor’s shit. Alastor may be OOC

summary: Alastor had never felt this before, and he swore he would never have a weakness.

PART 2 →

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Weakness. Weakness was not something that Alastor entertained for a second. Weakness could be exploited, turned against you, and weaponized for other’s success. And when you’re at the top of the heap staring down at the other power hungry people you smashed on your way to the top, weakness was not something that could be afforded. A luxury that even he could not partake in. Would not partake in.

The idea that he was not allowed to have any weakness was something that made him violently angry, if he was honest. It was a reminder that there were those who could; comfortably, without worry, or threat to themself. Like Lucifer, who everyone in hell knew that Charlie was his one weakness. Could she be touched though? No. A benefit of being the King of Hell, Alastor mused.

This reminded Alastor of the one thing he hated to be reminded of. His powerlessness. For a full century he had made it his mission to ensure that he was powerful, that he could handle anything that came his way and that most were beneath him. It soothed him when he came into hell and took down overlord after overlord. Made him giddy that the power he felt in life over life and death, could be felt even after he died. To a greater degree. The powerless, worthless and weak Alastor, who watched his mother endure abuse, hatred and foul words, was dead and before his corpse stood the reigning victor. Better in every way. He would never let anyone know of the Alastor he buried.

Which is why the sudden emergence of weakness in his core, shook the very foundation he stood on. He didn’t realize it’s existence, until one day you were talking to him and he realized he was actually listening and genuinely smiling at you. His mind went into overdrive, tuning you out and trying to understand when this had happened. When these foreign feelings appeared. He couldn’t trace it back to any point in time, but realized he had felt them for at least the past two months. He quickly got up, even though you were still speaking, mid-sentence even, and left without a word. Your gaze bewildered as he rounded the corner, Charlie calling after him but everyone inevitably leaving him alone.

He paced his radio tower that night, as he could not quiet his mind. Trying to pinpoint what the feeling was, and why it so violently rattled in his chest, now demanding its presence to be known since he acknowledged it. This feeling… the only thing close he could compare was to how he felt about his dear mother, wanting to protect her and care for her, in a way that a man should. At least, for his time. He didn’t even know what he was feeling exactly. Was it love? He shot that idea away quickly. He had never been in love, never wanted anything to do with that. He did know this feeling had to leave though. Days passed and no one had seen or heard from Alastor. Charlie even contacted Rosie hoping he had gone to Cannibal Town, but when Rosie reported back she hadn’t seen Alastor in a while, everyone at the hotel got even more concerned.

Until Alastor casually strode through the front door, humming like he hadn’t been missing for a week.

“Alastor! Oh my gosh! Are you okay?” Charlie came over to check on him, giving him a once over, seeing nothing seemingly out of place.

“Oh ho! I’m quite fine my dear! Quite fine! What is this ruckus going on down here though?” Alastor asked as the patrons all looked around confused on how Alastor acted like nothing happened.

“Alastor, you were gone for nearly a week.” Charlie trails off. “You told no where you were. We were worried.”

“Yeah, you literally left in the middle of our conversation.” You explain, a little wounded about the current circumstances. You become absolutely devastated as the next events unfold.

Alastor’s head snaps to you and your eyes widen at him like he’s become a deranged dog. He growls at you and stalks towards you. “What makes you think that any conversation with you could be so riveting that i would willingly engage?”

Tears spring to your eyes as Alastor’s words cut into you like a million different knives. “What?” Your voice sounding small as you heard Angel and Charlie gasp. “You-You can’t mean that.” You say, reaching towards him like you had done a thousand times, only to be greeted with your hand being slapped away as Alastor then wiped it on the front of his jacket. Like he was disgusted with you. Husk growled behind you.

“Can’t mean it? Why I mean everything I say, my dear!” For the first time, him calling you ‘dear’ made your skin crawl.

“Honestly, this is the most eager I’ve ever been to be tell the truth.” Alastor sneered at you. He then quickly started towards you backing you into the bar. “You think I like you? Want you to follow me around like a lost pet?” Alastor laughs. “You’re mistaken. I’ve tolerated your presence and I’m through with tolerating you.”

You can barely see through the tears pouring down your cheeks as Husk comes around the bar and draws you into him, turning you away so you weren’t looking at Alastor.

“What the fuck, Alastor?” Vaggie asks, stepping toward the bar, looking at Alastor like a cornered animal lashing out.

“Yeah, well you don’t deserve to even speak to her Alastor.” Angel says coming to stand in front of Husk and you as a barrier. “And she’s the only one who’s been toleratin’ your ass.”

“Oh, how lovely the bar keep and the porn star come to your rescue?” Alastor laughs. “And you still don’t have a backbone to rebuttal yourself. What a weak, pathetic little pet you are.” He laughs again, like he was getting a real kick out of this. Angel became even more angry and started growing in size as Husk tried to pull him down. Charlie watched, shell shocked and looking betrayed, absolutely speechless.

“Angel, do not!” Vaggie warned, coming over. She was shoved back by Angel.

“Don’t. He’s gotten away with shit like this for too long.” Angel ground out, glaring at the Radio Demon.

Husk stood behind Angel, trying to get him to back down, explaining he wouldn’t be able to help.

“I don’t need ya help, I just wanna lay one good punch on ‘im.” Angel started forward, his demonic form taking over even more. Alastor responded in kind, as the infamous Radio Demon made an appearance, the inky black tentacles lifted him off the ground. You finally walk around and rest your hand on Angel’s thigh, the highest place you could reach. Angel looked down at you, tears still running down your face and Angel quickly shifted to his normal self, looking at you in concern. You shift your gaze to Alastor and his demon form, not flinching or even looking in disgust. You just looked disappointed and sad, his eyes widening a bit at that realization.

“I should have listened. To those who told me not to trust you. Not to let you close. For the “Radio Demon only brings destruction and chaos and delights in it every time”.” You quoted while nodding. “You may not even be listening to me now, but you owe me at least this Alastor.” You said as he slowly set his feet on the ground and the disgusted look he had before settled on his face looking at you.

“I owe you nothing.” Alastor said eariliy quiet.

“Then go, because I can assure you the words I say now are the last you’ll ever hear from me.” You say motioning to the staircase. Alastor makes no move to leave and you chuckle, not a drop of humor in it.

“I’m not sure what has you thinking that this is the best course of action. But pushing away those who care about you only ends with you being alone, truly alone. With no fall back plan, no help with shit when it goes sideways, nothing. You think you’re stronger for having no connections, but it makes you the weakest overlord there is. Carmilla is stronger than you. Rosie is stronger than you. The Vees are stronger than you.” You say stepping towards him as Angel tries to grab your hand to stop you. You rip your hand from his grasp and go up to Alastor.

“All I see, and all I’ve seen, is a scared little boy who never had the power to do what it took to protect those he loved while living, so you resorted to finding power over others anyway you could while cutting that side off you like a tumor. This,” You gesture to him, his smile, his proper clothes, the air of confidence yet nonchalance, “Is fake. You’re weak. You lack control and worse, you’re sloppy. And I’m done playing house.” You snarl back at him, watching everyone’s eyes widen. Alastor says nothing as you leave to your room, not allowing yourself to cry until your door is shut.

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PART 2 →