#Viv I swear all those TINY DETAILS

[lilfriezatyrant]

so I watched some Alastor scenes again and found this in one itsy-bitsy frame

BEWARE OF THE HOOF

STOMP

[theliterarywolf]

I've always enjoyed your Helluva Boss discussion posts because you feel balanced: you're not blindly "stanning" but I so appreciate someone being able to have legitimate criticism without being one of those "fans" that seem to hate every tiny detail (or a hater who just pretends they're a fan for whatever reason)

I don't engage with the fandom as a whole because unfortunately I keep getting burnt out by the loud whiny group that I swear just need to try creating any sort of long form original creative content of their own and maybe they'll FINALLY shut up

My least favorite aspects: the more dramatic moments can definitely work but occasionally it's undercut by pacing/jokes that could be timed better. I love me comedy mixed with drama but there are times the drama would be served better with some "quiet" and not a mad rush to a joke

My favorite aspects: I do really like the character chemistry. Yes, they're all often assholes to each other, but they have different interesting dynamics and the audience is often shown with big and small moments how the characters care about each other.

Blitzo and Stolas relationship struggle is very engaging in its evolution from thinking Stolas was some spoiled prince who wanted a disposable plaything to a very sympathetic character who craves love

My favorite character is Loona 🐺

You fucking furry -- Ah, I'm just fucking around!

But I really appreciate you saying that; I've been trying to be more balanced with how I talk about media online.

...Well, except for Black Mirror. Or Love, Death + Robots. But those are special cases because the betrayal there is sharp and on-going.

I'm kind of in the same vein as you in regards to not directly engaging with the fandom. I retweet/reblog fanart, I post my thoughts on new episodes, and then I answer asks people send in.

But I'm not subscribed to any specific Hellaverse channel (aside from Viv's, obviously) nor do I follow any fan-accounts.

Your least favorite aspect: Yes, I definitely feel this. Honestly, as amazing as "Exes and Oohs" is, I feel like the humorous bits of the dildo wall and Chaz being... Chaz almost took away from some of the dramatic bits that they were trying to be comic-relief for. And it probably is due to the timing.

Your favorite aspects: I strongly agree with everything you've put here.

[uninformedartist]

Fr fr, like I popped on insta quick (twitter is a hell hole) and my gosh what is this

Like I know exaggeration in animation, smeer frames etc but this 💀 look at his head, the eye. I knew blitz has the worst design to keep on model but damn every new ep he looks worse and worse like the quality is dropping no lie there. No offence to self taught animators and those still in art school learning but Viv cannot expect fluid animation, with such complex designs and her going through animators etc like hot cakes. Those new animators are still learning how to draw on model and with how frequently eps are pumped out my gosh I swear they don't got the time to learn these character designs (and all its tiny details) to be on model and fluid hand drawn animation. Quality control heck everything out the window at this point.

Don’t know why Moxxie is wearing a hat but ohhh boyyyyyy the quality is definitely ganna drop for this episode. God it bothers me so much when the shots are wonky like this, it’s still clear that people who work on these episodes are either fans with no experience or animators who just don’t have the same quality and talent as others. They’re probably on their way to go get Stolas or something but man can’t wait for Millie to do nothing again and for the episode to be incredibly fast paced. Really hope this isn’t another “Seeing Stars” scenario—

[mizalsayf]

Gone - Part Three

~MASTERLIST~

Summary: Negan remembers his and Viv's first serious interactions.

Word Count: 1932

A/N: This is fucking sad, like damn. I can tell you though, this was not the last part. As always, comments and critiques are more than welcome! Enjoy!!!

Warnings: Angst like a LOT maybe get some tissues ready, death, cancer, detailed descriptions of stuff, swearing (I think that's the least of our worries), some fluff

Tagging: @jml509, @xabeautifultragedyx, @warriorqueen1991, @negansoutpost, @collette04, @acataiespy, @wolfgirl1074,  @toxic-ink, @mayuketchupytostones, @negans-network, @jdms-network

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(gif originally posted by @mypapawinchester)

Part Three:

The world was on fire but no one could save me but you.

Negan was still staring at the trees where Viv had disappeared. He sighed and ran a calloused hand over his face. He turned around and walked into his bathroom.

He turned on the water, splashing the ice-cold water on his face and neck. He shook his head and lifted his head so he could look into the mirror. He glared at the man that stared back at him.

He felt empty. He felt like another important part of himself has left him and was never coming back. He felt like Viv has ripped a part out of him like Lucille did when she died.

Lucille.

He still wasn't sure how he had deserved someone like her. She was everything he always sought for in a woman. Humorous, smart, kind, and beautiful.

But when she died, that beauty was only present on pictures and in his memories. The kindness was stuck in her actions and the people she had helped out. The humor was in the many jokes she made. And her intelligence was in her journals she wrote every now and then.

He never had the time to grief her death or give her a proper burial, it all happened too fast.

Then, he met Viv. At first, she was just another trophy he wanted to get into his bed. But he soon found out that she was much more than just an accomplishment.

He introduced himself to her and she was hesitant and disinterested in the beginning. But he didn't give up, he kept talking to her until she gave in. They became good friends, having a specific day reserved so they could meet up.

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It was another one of those days were Negan and Viv were sitting on his couch. They were drinking and telling funny things that happened during the week.

Then, Negan excused himself and went to the bathroom. Viv was rater bored on her own and began to look around his room. She opened the drawers in his nightstand and found a picture.

It was a picture of Negan and Lucille on their wedding day.

Viv looked at it and smiled, thinking of how happy Negan and the woman must have been. She was always a sucker for weddings and cried whenever she saw a video.

Negan exited the restroom, noticing Viv sitting on his bed. He walked over to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "Viv, what're you lookin' at?"

She flinched under his touch, not expecting Negan to be back so soon. Looking back at him, she held out the picture, "You look really happy on this picture. And your wife was beautiful." She commented, looking at it like a curious child.

Negan's eyes widened and he snatched the picture out of her grasp, packing it away. He hoped that he could dodge the oncoming conversation about Lucille.

But he knew how stubborn Viv was and that she wouldn't let loose until he told her.

As a result, he had stammered out how he met Lucille, when they married over to his cheating. And her diagnosis and death.

While he was talking, tears began to roll down Viv's cheeks but Negan didn't notice. He didn't dare to look at Viv, he was too afraid to show her how vulnerable he was. What made him turn his head, was the small sniffle that escaped her as she cleaned her cheeks from the tears.

Viv stood up and walked over to the couch he sat down on and engulfed him in a tight hug. He was surprised, while she had given him the occasional pat on the shoulder, she was always flinching away from any physical contact.

Negan snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her on his lap, breathing in her scent.

"I'm so sorry, Negan." She croaked out while she began to shake.

"What for?" He tightened his grip around her, while he was unsure why she was apologizing to him.

"I wouldn't have pushed the matter if I had known what you went through and probably still going through." She pulled away and stared into his hazel eyes.

His eyes trailed over her features, memorizing every little detail about her. the freckles that began to appear due to it being summer, or the slight color difference her eyes had. Every single detail.

He cupped her cheek in his rough hand and she leaned into his touch. He gave her a reassuring smile.

"It's okay, you couldn't have known."

Their faces were inching closer and he noticed Viv's gaze shifting between his eyes and lips.

"But it still wasn't my place to ask such thing." She whispered, her insecurities and bashfulness beginning to nag at her.

He lifted her head up so she was looking at him again, shaking his head in a forgiving manner.

In response, Viv lifted her tiny hands to stroke his bearded face and moved closer to him.

"Negan." She whispered before their intermingling breaths became one and their noses touched.

Their lips met in a hesitant motion, Negan too unsure if it was a "emotions getting the best of her" moment or not. But his doubts crushed when Viv decided to take a leap of faith and firmly press her lips against his.

Negan was quick to react and began to kiss her back. A fire was lit inside of him that he thought had died a while ago and for once, he felt like he was back on the right path again. The path of overcoming Lucille's death and starting to live again, with Viv by his side.

Viv was the firs to pull away and took a deep breath while stroking his beard. Negan pressed his forehead against hers and sighed happily.

She opened her eyes, looking Negan in the eye. "I guess it's my turn to tell you my story."

"Viv, you don't have to-" He started but she interrupted him by pressing another quick kiss to his lips.

"No. I know it would help me and whatever that between us is." She said, her voice left no room for arguments. So, Negan nodded and laid on the sofa holding her to his chest.

"Before everything went downhill, I lived in a happy family. My parents loved each other and all that shit. But the light in my life was my little sister, Victoria or Vic. My parents were very creative with our names, I know." She said when she noticed Negan's chest huffing in a silent laugh.

"Vic was 12 years younger than I and you could say she was our little miracle. Neither my parents nor I thought we were going to have another family member." Viv closed her eyes, picturing her sister before her.

"When she was 13, doctors diagnosed her with stage four leukemia." Negan held his breath, not sure if he should say something or how to react.

"We were all clueless on what to do and in shock, of course. But my mom was the one that suffered the most, she began to drown herself in gas station beer and cheap vodka. In the end, she left my father, Vic and I behind and eloped with another man." Negan balled his hands into fist in silent anger and Viv clenched her jaw in frustration.

"I was always by Vic's side through every doctor visit, through every treatment, through everything. My father had three jobs, trying to support us and pay the bills, but he was also trying to distract himself."

Viv now saw Vic's weak, pale and skinny laying in the too big hospital bed.

"Those," She cleared her throat as her voice began to crack, "those were some of the saddest moments in my life and I will never forget her laying there, barely able to move or talk. She always asked where mom was, but I think she knew. She just wanted me to tell her that she hadn't neglected her." She began to tremble and had to take a few deep breaths in order to continue.

"With time, Vic became weaker and ate less. She began to fall in and out of consciousness, confused on where she was and what was going on. Then one morning, I was awoken by Vic's hand gripping my arm as tight as she could and I just knew."

Viv buried her head in Negan's chest, listening to his even heartbeat.

"In her final hours, she began to say some things I couldn't hear properly. But then, she said 'Viv, Grandma is angry.' And I stared at her unsure how to take that, she hadn't remembered my name in weeks. I asked her why and-" Viv's breath began to get stuck in her throat and she had to suppress her sobs.

"She said 'Because I'm taking too long.'" Viv couldn't hold back her sniffles any longer and hot tears began to stroll down her nose on Negan's shirt. He pulled her tighter against him and began rocking her from side to side while stroking her back.

Viv began to weep, barely able to breathe between her heart wrenching sobs. She never had the time to grief over Victoria's death or get over it, like Negan.

"The smallest coffins are often the heaviest." Viv croaked out, her voice sore.

Negan looked down at her, staring into her glassy, red eyes. He guessed this was the first time she ever got her emotions out and talk about Victoria's death.

"Maybe," He cleared his throat, surprised that he sounded like he was about to cry. "we can support and work with each other through the rest of our grieving process."

Her eyes grew big and she looked at him like a curious child. "Do you think that will work?"

"I'm not sure. But trying never hurt nobody, right?" He asked, convinced that they could work through it together.

She wrung her hands together, "I guess you're right." She murmured.

He grinned, "Of course, I fucking am!" Lifting the somber atmosphere in the room.

Viv smacked his chest, shaking her head. "You're so…" she began, not sure how to end her sentence.

"So handsome? So funny? So smart?" he suggested, mischief twinkling in his eyes and his growing smirk.

"So arrogant." Viv said, making him frown.

"Well okay, maybe I am." He agreed, chuckling.

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Those happy day were now a distant memory for Negan and Viv. He clung to that memory as if his life depended on it.

And in a way, it did.

If only he had known that Viv would trigger the same emotions he had felt with Lucille.

He walked into his office, looking at the sofa Viv and himself shared their first kiss. Sighing, he poured himself a glass of whiskey and began chugging it down. He coughed as the burning liquid went the wrong way.

He poured himself drink after drink, but not even the strongest alcohol could make him forget.

They were both gone, and Negan couldn't bring one back while the other left him.

He was a broken man.

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