#and how is he played off as still being likable

[meggie-moo]

i’m convinced when i was younger i read a different version of ao haru ride, because HOW did i feel bad, and sympathize with touma. THAT MAN IS VILE

[thenightling]

Dead boy Detectives review

I've watched all eight episodes of Dead Boy Detectives and it was a decent show. It's not something I may obsess over like The Sandman, or The Witcher, but it was decent.

Dead Boy Detectives is the story of Edwin Payne and Charles Rowland. Edwin was killed during a Satanic ritual in 1916. Charles died from hypothermia and internal bleeding after some bullies drove him into an ice-cold lake while throwing rocks at him.

(Note: That was not how Charles actually died in the source material. In the comics, Lucifer had quit and shut down Hell (the basis for the TV show Lucifer) so many evil souls returned to Earth, including the boys that sacrificed poor Edwin. They badly burnt Charles' back on a hot stove and Charles died from his injuries.)

The two ghosts decided to dedicate their afterlife solving mysteries to help other ghosts find peace. They are aided by psychic, Crystal Palace, who is haunted by her abusive ex-boyfriend who happens to be a demon.

Both Edwin Payne and Charles Rowland originated in Neil Gaiman's The Sandman: Season of Mists, The Sandman: Volume 4. Issue 25 of The Sandman comics, and within Act 2 of The Sandman audio drama.

The Dead Boy Detectives made their TV first appearance in Doom Patrol for HBO Max (now Max). During a shakeup at Max the show was moved over to Netflix as to better connect it with The Sandman since that is where they originated.

The show features different actors from the ones that played Charles and Edwin on Doom Patrol.

The Dead Boy Detectives is a decent show but ...it feels a bit like a CW teen drama. I had been told that some of the show's writers were originally writers for the CW... and it shows.

There are some deliberately surreal elements of the show that I think are a callback to their appearance in Doom Patrol.

I love the variety of supernatural entities in the show, including the appearance of two of Morpheus's siblings. Death and Despair. The things I don't like about the show can be considered CW tropes or cliches. The angsty romances and unrequited love. The ham-fisted abusive ex metaphor between Crystal and David The Demon.

And of course the most tedious of CW tropes, the end of the episode pining and angst while a sad pop song plays in the background.

If you look past the CW-ness of it, the show is enjoyable.

The only other things I can complain about is the "connecting thread" subplot of The Afterlife: Lost and Found feels like unnecessary filler. And I wish they would openly establish that Edwin, being an innocent, would NOT return to Hell if collected by Death now. I don't think that should be left hanging over his head. Especially since we're supposed to see Death as a kind entity. Also I think Charles says "Aces" a little too much. It's very distracting and makes me feel like the writers didn't know much late 80s English slang. It would be like if he was an American and they had him say "Radical" all the time. I get that it's kind of his catchphrase but it also got a bit annoying.

The parts I don't like are CW tropes and what I'd consider to be late 90s Vertigo edginess.

The thing I liked were plentiful though. The protagonists were and are likable. The ending is satisfying enough so that if there is only one season this was still good. I liked that it appears that one can ascend out of Hell after some self-reflection as is indicated by the boy Edwin confronted in Hell. The blue light was established to mean ascension, a good afterlife.

I also LOVE the opening credits theme music and animated sequence. It reminds me of the intro to Showtime's Creature Feature movies. (See the trailer for 2001's She Creature, not the 50s version. Watch the trailer at thirteen seconds in, on Youtube, and you'll see what I mean).

That's two Gothic themed shows from Netflix in the last two years with great opening credits sequences. The first being Wednesday. That one won Danny Elfman an Emmy.

It's funny, Wednesday and Dead Boy Detectives (which is a spin-off of The Sandman) have great opening credit intro sequences but The Sandman does not. Apparently Neil Gaiman was told people don't watch the opening credits anymore so The Sandman doesn't have them.

I feel we were cheated out of what could have been a great opening sequence for The Sandman.

Episodes 7 and 8 of Dead Boy Detectives were probably the best of the series. I liked it well enough that if Dead Boy Detectives gets renewed I'll happily watch season 2.

[gallierhouse]

I genuinely don’t understand how Lestat is likable. Charming, handsome, seductive, sure. But likable? Imagine being a vampire. You’ve presumably been a vampire for a while. You live in the sewers and do nothing but self-flagellation and worship Satan. Then Lestat appears, and he’s a stage actor, and he’s beautiful and he lives his life in the light, not hidden away in shame. He fraternizes with humans, he’s a part of their society. Then you find out that he was made by Magnus, the same Magnus that deserted your Satan-worshipping cult, the all-powerful Magnus who only ever made one fledgling, and then immediately fucked off and died, leaving Lestat with his blood, power, and money. Lestat is the ultimate nepotism baby of Parisian vampire society at this point. So your boss goes to put him in line, and despite your boss overpowering Lestat physically, psychically, mentally, in literally every conceivable manner, Lestat somehow wins. He does this not through vampiric thrall or physical power, but simply by waltzing into the sewer and giving an arrogant little speech and throwing crucifix on the ground. Any vampire there could’ve killed him in an instant. But they don’t, and suddenly he’s their new leader, and he makes them all move to a theatre and rejoin human society, put on plays, etc. Then he goes back to the sewer to hook up with your leader who he’s utterly humiliated, and he comes back with new powers because he’s got the blood of two ancient vampires now, and then he fucks your old leader in a theatre box for everyone to see. Then some sort of boyfriend drama occurs, someone dies, it’s unclear, which leads him to bury himself in the ground for sixty years, and the moment he wakes up he immediately leaves for America. No goodbyes, no here’s my new address for future correspondence, he just leaves. Then you don’t hear from this man who liberated then led then enslaved you into being a theatre employee all while fucking your boss so good it permanently rearranged his brain and made him kill that man’s ex-boyfriend for about a hundred years, and then when you do, it turns out he’s been murdered by a child. Not any ordinary child, but his child, and she’s also a failure of a vampire (see: the great laws). So that’s humiliating. But it turns out he’s not really dead and he’s been sulking and eating rats, so you have him shipped back to Paris, and then the most dramatic throuple argument of all time occurs, because did I mention that your leader who used to get fucked by Lestat is now fucking Lestat’s ex-husband? Then you and your friends set up a sham trial to get rid of Lestat’s terrible, ungrateful, misbehaving fledglings and to usurp your leader and Lestat’s ex-situationship, because he’s really gotten annoying and dickmatized by Lestat’s ex-husband at this point, and the trial goes alright, but then Lestat saves his ex-husband (who literally tried to murder him, mind you) and immediately fucks off post-trial. Simultaneously, while the trial is happening, it’s definitely possible that your maitre (well, ex-maitre) at this point is torturing him, possibly because they’re still working out the fact that Lestat ghosted him. Then more time passes and suddenly there’s a book about Lestat published, then another couple years pass and he sells our Madison Square Garden, whatever the fuck that means. Like, it has to be so annoying to be a vampire and to be stuck as nothing but a witness to the hurricane of Lestat. The world moves when he wants it to! It spins on his axis! And he’s done nothing to deserve any of that power besides what, having a cunty little bob?

[bunnwich]

Say Bunnwhich, I'm kind curious...

What got ya to love Lil Lion Leona in the 1st place? :3

WHY DO I LIKE LEONA???

Sorry for the long yap as usual but, I feel like every once in a while ppl ask me this very question and I feel like I have been in twst hell for so long it’s like ancient history now. VGBHNJMK

TBH I very strongly disliked Leona's character when he came on screen when I first started to play twst. I found Chapter 2 to be very flat compared to Chapter 1 and I had very little sympathy for him and his backstory. To me, it was clear he was just the "hot, brooding character" archetype and I had no interest in him whatsoever.

HOWEVER, when I became more active in the fandom, my friend @comingyourlugubriousness and others began to ship my Yuu with him as a joke bc of my said dislike. And, yeah I begin to write lil scenarios where they’d interact and challenged myself to make a logical way he would even be interested in my Yuu in the first place? 

THAT GOT ME THINKING and I saw how he used to be characterized in fics and stuff and I really just didn't agree??? Even to this day, I feel like some ppl go in two extremes with him. 1.) Where they wash down his personality in order for him to fit in into this “prince charming role" OR 2.) They make him the worst bastard ever, which can lead into certian problematic connotations.

When I went to write my own fics I had watched all of his vignettes and understood better what his true personality is. The main story does not do much to make him likable to a general audience sometimes IMO. And so I became interested in how and why so many ppl interpret his character so wrong?? (My opinion ofc)

And so my journey began as prob one of the biggest Leona apologists ever.

To answer the question better I guess. What do I LIKE about him?

I like him bc in order to enjoy him you really have to read between the lines and do your own work as a fan to find the intriguing parts of him! It's just fun!

I actually find him very relatable, his burnout and seemingly ultra competitive but still “work smarter” not harder attitude is something I gel with and feels very realistic for someone his age.

YES, I think his design is nice but honestly it's the least interesting thing about him to me. I will always enjoy long hair on men that's no secret. According to some friends I "have a type” but eh.

I like that he uses his sorta rude and grumpy ruse to scare ppl off. I  personally subscribe to the idea that underneath all that sass he's just a lil cantankerous grandpa stuck in a  20 year old’s body, who likes to yap about chess and dead languages. 

He’s a nerd and likes books.

He's a true hater. 💚

I feel like he'd never judge your appearance, for eating too much or being lazy.

I feel like he's a caretaker and would always look out for you.

I think he'd be a good teacher and big brother and a lot of his more amiable qualities remind me of my own S/O who is so, so smart and charismatic and who I love very much! 

I say "I think/feel" on a lot of this bc TBH the headcanons I have made for him over my time in the fandom are probably 80% the reason I like him, yk?

SO, if I had to sum it up that probably why! I could say more but I’ll spare ya’ll. 💚💚💚

[mik0rin]

are we still friends? status: yes, but only friends...

kuroo tetsuro x black fem reader genre: college au, smut, childhood best friends to strangers to best friends to lovers warnings: cussing, men hitting on you, alcohol consumption, NSFW 18+ MDNI, there's a plot, slight begging, nipple play, oral (f. receiving), kuroo is like a soft dom (?), penetration, overstimulation, whiny kuroo, praise, slight size kink, good girl/angel/pretty girl is used word count: 5,388

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Condensation drips onto the table and the sound of other’s conversation carries into your booth. You sip on your drink, half-listening to the conversation of three men at your table. 

“Are you single, y/n?”

“Why?” You tilt your head, a flirty smile on your face, “Are you finally gonna confess your love to me, Kotaro?”

“Actually, he has a crush right now.” Akaashi chimes in. 

Your spine instantly straightens and your eyes narrow in on him. Bokuto refuses to look at anyone, instead, he turns his head to the side and you get a good view of his ears which are now flaming a bright red. 

“Who?” Both you and Kuroo question. 

“A figure skater that practices in the rink below their gym.” 

“Akaashi….” Bokuto whines. 

“You have to show me a picture.” 

Akaashi mouths a “later” and you nod in understanding. 

The pro-athlete clears his throat, “Moving on, are you single or not?” 

“Of course she’s single,” Kuroo answers for you. 

You glare at him, “You’re acting like I didn’t have a boyfriend two months ago.”

Tetsuro snorts, “That loser?” 

His tone is one you’re familiar with, it’s how he says something without actually saying it.  

“I just feel like you’re trying to say I'm a loser by association.” 

“Why would I go through all that trouble? If I wanted to call you a loser, I would just call you one, loser.” 

You flick him in the forehead and the boy lets out a high-pitched “ow” and you turn your attention back to your other friend. 

“I am Taro, but why?” 

“Atsumu likes you and won’t stop begging me to set you guys up.”

You’ve met Atsumu on several occasions and you get along with him well enough, but you only ever saw him as Kotaro’s teammate. When you were around him, you couldn’t fathom having anything other than platonic feelings for him and if you were being honest: sometimes he gave you a headache. 

“Oh. Then I’m not single.” 

The three boys erupt into loud laughter and you wait for them to calm down before continuing. 

“He’s incredibly fine, don't get me wrong, but Atsumu is so….” 

“Atsumu.” Everyone fills in the blank, knowing smiles on their faces. 

“Yeah, exactly. Whoever ends up dealing with that personality of his, bless their heart.”

The conversation shifts from love interests to something else, and a small smile bends your lips. You were so happy that you could hang out like this again; that you and Kuroo are back to what you used to be and you’ll make sure it never ends up any different. 

The talking dies down a bit, everyone's focus is on the food in front of them, that’s until Bokuto and Akaashi share a look before leaning towards you. 

“We want to know more about your ex-boyfriend.” 

Men are so incredibly nosy and will never admit it. 

“There’s nothing to really say. We were together and now we’re not.” You shrug. 

Kuroo waves around his skewer like a gavel, “I never liked him.” 

You roll your eyes, “You never like anyone I date.” 

“They aren’t likable people.” 

“But I like them?” 

“And there’s something wrong with you, I keep telling you.” He puts a hand on your shoulder in fake pity, and you slap it off. 

Akaashi sighs, knowing that the two of you will be at this back and forth for a while. 

You point at yourself, “Something wrong with me?” and then you poke him in the chest “Yet I’m not the one who is perpetually single or when I do date, I don’t get dumped.” 

Bokuto laughs and Kuroo shoots him a hard look. Since high school, everyone has quickly learned that trying to argue with you was futile, but Kuroo was the only one who could kind of keep up with you. 

Kotaro’s eyes light up and he first points at you, “If Tetsuro doesn’t like anyone you date,” he then uses his other hand to point to the boy next to you “and you always get dumped.”

“Hey!” 

“Why don’t you date each other?” Bokuto looks so pleased with himself like he found the answer to everything wrong in the world. But you two? You almost knock a drink over in shock and Kuroo chokes on the piece of chicken he’s chewing on. 

“Excuse me?” You say, incredulously. You really cannot believe your ears, it’s not like this is the first time you’ve heard this before, but it is surprising to hear it from someone that you were both close with. 

Keiji’s eyes widen a fraction and he looks at the two of you in slight disbelief, “Wait, the thought has never crossed your minds?” 

You look at each other, mutual agreement in your eyes as you both shake your heads and go, “No.” 

“Tetsuu has always been just my best friend.” You add. 

The man’s voice is a bit hoarse due to his previous choking spell, but he coughs out a “Yeah, same.” 

The blue-eyed man raises an eyebrow at you, “You’ve never had feelings for each other?” 

You put a hand over your heart, “I haven’t. As for Testuu…. I don’t know, we all know he’s weak to a pretty girl. Poor thing is so easily swayed.” 

Kuroo crosses his arms over his chest, “And who told you were pretty?”

“Your father.” 

This descends into another argument between the two of you; and Bokuto counts the amount of times Kuroo makes an indication he’s offended and Akaashi counts how many times you tell him to “Shut up talking to me.” It’s a little game the two of them play when they know they can't stop you from verbally attacking each other. You finally calm down and dismiss Tetsuro with a “Whatever, don’t talk to me.”

“Are you guys coming to my friend’s pre-grad party? It’s next next Friday.” 

Akasshi and Bokuto look at you with sorry expressions, telling you that they have important tests or a game that weekend. Your lips start to fall into a pout and your eyes begin to widen, and they immediately look away because they’ll crack at your puppy-dog expression and you weaponize it so well. 

Kuroo raises his hand, “I’m going.” 

“Well, you’re not important.” You wave him off.

“Oh, really? Have fun going by yourself.” 

Your arms wrap around him and he tries to escape, “You know I love you the most. I was just playing.”

The music is so loud you can feel the bass in your bones. You readjust your mini skirt and touch up your lipgloss before the door swings open and Mika pulls you into a tight hug. The words exchanged between you two are so fast, and Kuroo can only catch a few compliments on each other’s outfits and asking if that person is here. You turn to the man next to you and introduce him, explaining that Mika was your best friend in Osaka and you’re so excited that you finally get to meet each other. 

The three of you talk a little bit more before you send Kuroo to the kitchen to grab drinks. Your curly-haired friend instantly hooks her arm with yours and looks at you with a proud smile.

“This is the best-looking boyfriend you’ve had,” She tells you. 

“What?” 

Mika lists the attributes she thinks are working in Kuroo’s favor, “He’s tall, has a nice voice, and knows how to listen.”

You wave your hands and shake your head, “Mika, wait. He’s my best friend.” 

“Sure..” She puts her hands up, making air quotations as she speaks, “Best friend.” 

“Why are you doing that? I’m dead serious right now.’” You lean into your right hip, your arms crossing over your chest. 

Your friend mirrors your pose, “Okay, so how come I haven’t heard about him before?” 

“Well, we fought and then didn’t talk for two years. And you have, remember when I said I made up with my friend a few months back?” 

“Oh, that’s him? Ahh, I see what’s going on here.” Mika has a dreamy look in her eyes and she brings her clasped hands up to her cheek, “You decided to take your relationship to the next level because you’re scared to lose each other again.” 

Your friend is such a hopeless romantic, you both are, but she’s one in a fairytale way. 

“What? No, we’re just friends.” 

She looks at you with a sly smile, “Okay~” 

You sigh, what is up with everyone lately? “Mika, seriously.” 

Kuroo returns, placing the ice-cold bottle on your exposed midsection and you yelp in surprise. He laughs, eyes sparkling with mischief as he hands your friend her drink. She looks at the two of you with a knowing smile, and you give her a light slap on the arm with a warning: “Behave.”  

The three of you move to the dancefloor and dance for what feels like hours, there’s a thin layer of sweat that coats your body and your limbs start to ache from the constant movement. Mika was whisked away by someone she’s been talking to. You and Kuroo continue on in her absence, screaming lyrics to one of your favorite songs and as it ends, he tells you that he has to piss and you scold him for being so vulgar. 

You exit the crowd and Kuroo makes his way to the bathroom, you take this as an opportunity to lean against the cool wall. Your eyes flutter close as your breath starts to even out and then suddenly, you feel someone stand directly in front of you. Your eyes open and you’re met with a man you’ve never seen before. 

You don’t let him get one word in and hit him with, “I have a boyfriend, he’s in the bathroom.” 

He puts his hands up, “I haven’t even said anything.” 

“And? I’m letting you know.” 

“Let your boyfriend know that he shouldn’t be leaving such a beautiful girl on her own.” 

You roll your eyes at him, men never know when to quit. You don’t say anything else and wait for him to leave but when he doesn’t, you let out an annoyed sigh. 

“I’m waiting for your boyfriend, making sure you’re safe. Plus I know how you girls are, playing hard to get by saying you're taken.” 

You scoff and your head starts to pound from his stupidity. You glance over your shoulder, praying Tetsuro comes back soon. You spot his tall frame and almost yell out in relief. When he makes his way over to you, he doesn’t even acknowledge the man who is hellbent on lingering. 

Your hand curls around his bicep, “Babe, you took too long.” You pout and Kuroo feels his heart begin to speed up. Why are you looking at him like that? 

And why did he like it? 

His face is clouded with confusion and the other man can tell, and you really hope you can put on a convincing show. Your eyes dart between your best friend and the unidentified man who is a few steps away. Tetsuro catches on and presses a quick apology kiss to your temple like a real boyfriend would do. It’s a routine he’s used to; always fending off men who couldn’t get the hint and usually, they would run off after one look at his tall stature and hard gaze that borders murderous. But this one is particularly stubborn. 

“Sorry, angel. There was a long line.” The raven-haired man finally turns his attention to the other boy, “Can I help you?” Kuroo’s voice is harsh and he steps in front of you protectively. 

“Do you really think I’m going to believe this lie? He didn’t even seem sure you were talking to him.” His words are aimed towards you but you don’t offer him the luxury of a reply. 

Tetsuro’s jaw clenches and his hands ball into fists- he looks so angry. And your brain is going haywire because why does he look so sexy? His voice drops an octave and your heart speeds up, “I don’t give a fuck what you think. We don��t have to prove anything to you.” 

The other man says something but you’re getting tired of this fast. You grab Tetsuro by the collar of his shirt, your faces level with each other and your lips at his ear, “We’re gonna kiss. Is that okay?” 

His voice is too quiet for anyone other than you to hear, “Okay.” 

Then you smash your lips against his, and you forget all about whoever was bothering you. Kuroo is an amazing kisser, his lips are soft against yours and you can taste the berry chapstick you lent him. He kisses you like a prayer desperate to be answered and his body is pressing you flush against the wall, while his arms are caging you in. 

Tetsuro knows this is for show, he knows this is to prove that asshole wrong but the way your plush lips are moving in perfect sync with his is enough to send him to an early grave. You taste like bubblegum and the best time of his life. He wants to devour you with each kiss, he wants to hear what sounds you make, and when he bites your bottom lip; he gets a preview of the sweetest moan he has ever heard. 

When your lungs can no longer survive without a new breath, you pull away for air. The stupid man had left with an angry grumble the second your lips touched. 

“Thanks.” You breathe out. 

Kuroo’s cheeks are a soft pink, “No problem.” 

The two of you separate and you tell him you’re going to look for Mika, skipping off like nothing ever happened. But his hands touch his swollen lips as he watches the way your hips sway as you walk away. 

You push your apartment door open and when Kuroo steps in, you let it slam behind you with a loud bam. You’re glad your roommate took a couple’s trip with her girlfriend because the amount of noise you’re making right now is disrespectful. You’re beyond tired and not physically, mentally. The kiss still has your head spinning and as for the rest of the night? You spent it putting a considerable distance between you and Tetsu, and you hope he didn’t take offense to it but even being able to feel his body heat or catch a whiff of his cologne was driving you insane. 

You walk into your room, turning on the lamp and it envelopes the room in warm light. With your back towards him you ask, “Do you want to shower first?” 

Kuroo sighs quietly, his heart racing at the thought of mustering up the courage to take this step. “We’re still friends, right?” 

You turn around so fast, thinking that your actions during the latter half of the night hurt his feelings. 

“Why wouldn’t we be?” 

The man’s eyes meet yours in the dim lighting, his pupils are dilated and his gaze flickers to your lips. 

“I want to kiss you again but as friends…” 

You want to ask him to repeat it but you hear him loud and clear, and your response rings even clearer in your mind. 

“If it’s as friends then that should be fine.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” 

Then his hands on your waist pulling you in and his lips on yours, kissing you like a man starved. Your arms wrap around his neck and somehow you feel like he’s kissing you even better than before. Your fingers toy with hair at the nape of his neck; Kuroo moans into the kiss and you smile, and he just about loses it. 

He needs to touch you more.

Tetsuro’s hands climb up your waist, passing over your chest, and grazing your hardened nipples before they settle on your face. The action causes you to gasp and he takes it as a chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. He groans at the feeling of being even closer to you; his knee slips in between your thighs, pressing against your clothed core. 

You pull away for air and a soft “fuck” falls from your swollen lips. Kuroo doesn’t stop, he just moves on to your neck, sucking and biting. You tilt your head to give him more access and he’s whispering your name into the marks he leaves behind and you’re damn near melting in his arms. 

And right now you’re not thinking about the implications of kissing your best friend.

No. 

You’re thinking about fucking him. 

Tetsuro knows you’re crossing over into dangerous territory, and he knows himself. If he kept going like this he wouldn’t stop and he doesn’t want to push towards a boundary you might not want to cross. So, he pulls away and you whimper at the loss of contact. You try to pull him back in by his belt loops but he takes a small step back, and your hands lightly dust over the tent in his pants and he hisses at the contact. 

He’s about to give in to your silent demand for more but he wants to mess with you, he couldn’t help it. It was the dynamic the two of you have and it’s hard not to give into it. 

“You know I always tell you to use your words. So, tell me what you want, angel.” 

He’s just teasing, he’s always just teasing. 

But, your brain is foggy with lust and need, and you need him in ways you never thought possible. 

“I want you to fuck me, please Tetsuu.” 

Never in a million years did you think you would be begging for Kuroo Tetsuro but here you are, eyes boring into his and your heart hammering against your ribcage. 

Tetsuro’s face flushes a bright red and his cock strains against his pants; he didn’t expect this. He wants to tear his gaze away but your eyes are sinful and you’re looking at him like he's the only man in the world. And god, you don’t know what it does to him. Kuroo wants to ruin you, he wants to make you feel like you’re the only girl in the world, he wants you to be so lost in the pleasure he brings you- all you ever think about is him. 

“Only ‘cause you asked so nicely.” 

The first thing to go is his shirt and your hand trails down chest and stomach, the muscles flexing under your fingers. Kuroo wants to comment on how you’ve seen it before but a few open-mouthed kisses to his collarbone steals the words right out of his mouth. His hands drop down to your mini skirt but they falter and you give him a nod to tell him it’s okay but his hands still don’t move. 

“What’s wrong?” Your tone is a bit impatient but still concerned nonetheless. 

He smirks, “Kinda wanna fuck you in it.” You want to tell him to do it but he’s already yanking it down with a “But it’s too pretty to ruin, just wear it for me another time.” 

Another time? 

He’s getting caught up in the act, don’t think too much of it. 

The rest of your clothes follow and Kuroo leads you to the bed with a kiss as he expertly removes your bra. Your back is now flat against the mattress and he takes no time to leave a trail of kisses from your lips to your sternum. Your breath is heavy and everywhere he touches feels like it’s on fire. And when his mouth wraps around your nipple, his name tumbles from your lips in a whine. 

Kuroo looks up at you, his tongue swirling around the bud and his fingers playing with the other one. You're a mess- he’s making you a mess, and he’s loving every second of it. His dick is painfully hard but you have to get off first before he even thinks about himself. 

“So pretty.” He mumbles against your skin, his mouth switching over to the other side. You clench around nothing and you can feel your arousal slide down your thigh, you’re aching for him in one place and you’re growing impatient. 

“Tetsuro,” You grab one of his hands and trail it down your body until it’s right where you want it. “Here, need you here.” 

A string of curses leaves his mouth, you’re going to kill him. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He uses his thumb to rub slow circles on your clit and pleasure shoots through your every nerve. Your eyes flutter close and you don’t even see him move down, but you do feel his tongue lick one languid stripe along your slit. 

“Oh god.” You moan out and your hands fly to his hair, tugging at the ends. The boy continues his ministrations, switching between slowly licking your folds and sucking your clit. Cries, moans, and curses fall from your lips and they only egg him on. You taste so good and he only wishes he could’ve done this sooner, he could eat you out until daybreak or until his last breath: whichever came first. 

“Need you to cum on my tongue, pretty girl. Can you do that?” His voice vibrates throughout your core and your hips grind against his face on their accord. 

You nod furiously and Tetsuro chuckles at your enthusiasm, the vibration pulls another sweet sound out of you and it sets him off.  His mouth is moving like its one purpose is to help you reach bliss and he’s doing a damn good job. 

Kuroo’s long fingers prod your entrance and when your eyes open again, you find him staring at you, the question burning in his gaze and you don’t trust yourself to form a coherent answer, so you nod and he pushes them in. 

He pumps his digits at a slow pace, making sure you can feel all of it and you feel the familiar knot start to tighten in the pit of your stomach. And Kuroo can feel it, in the way your walls clench around him. So, he speeds up and curls his fingers, hitting that sweet spot over and over. 

“So close, Tetsuu. I’m so close, please.” You don’t even know what you’re begging for but Kuroo’s tongue applies just the right amount of pressure on your sensitive bud and it sends you over the edge. 

Your vision goes white and euphoria takes over every single one of your senses, your body shakes and your best friend’s face is drenched in your juices. Tetsuro doesn’t stop, he helps you ride it out, enjoying the view of you coming completely undone at his hand. 

“You look so pretty when you cum on my face.” He’s lapping up all evidence of your orgasm and you start to push him away, the feeling is overwhelming. 

“Too much,” You whine. 

“Give me one more, please? You taste so good, angel. I don’t wanna stop.” 

Your mind is fuzzy with pleasure and though the overstimulation is a bit painful, it hurts so good. 

“Okay.” And his tongue is on you once more, and it doesn’t take much for you to hit that high again and you do it with a scream of his name. 

Tetsuro comes up and meets you with a kiss, and you can taste yourself on his lips. The kiss is messy, full of wanton need that puts the sin, Lust, to shame. And you can feel Kuroo’s hard cock in between your thighs and it brushes against your wet slit, he whimpers into your mouth and you realize he’s been holding back the whole time.

You pull away and sit up on your elbows, there’s a sex-drunk smile on your face and Kuroo almost cums on the spot at the sight.

“Are you gonna make me wait all night?” 

That’s all he needs to hear and he’s pulling open your nightstand drawer and grabbing a condom. He rips open the foil packaging with his teeth and slides it on, his eyes never leave your frame even when yours drop down and widen at the size. 

You can never tease him again. 

Kuroo hooks one of your legs around his waist and places the other on his shoulder. He lines himself up with your entrance and slowly starts to push in. Your moans mix together like a forbidden melody as his tip makes it past. 

The stretch burns and tears prick the back of your eyes, the pain is burning pleasure but god, you don’t know if you can take all of him. Tetsuro is trying his hardest not to lose control, but you feel so good around him, your walls soft and fluttering against him as they try to adjust. 

“F-fuck, you feel like h-heaven.” His words come out in a whine and you love the way he sounds.

He’s barely halfway and you’re already feeling so full. “Tetsuu, it’s so big. I don’t thin-” 

He cuts you off, “I know, I know but you’re taking me so well, pretty girl. Just relax.” 

And you do as he says, and he bottoms out with a hiss and you cry out. 

He moves with slow strokes and soft moans fall from your lips. His dark eyes are full of passion and his voice is breathy, “Such a good girl when you listen to me. Where is this usually, hmm?” 

You turn your head in embarrassment, you’re usually quick to say something smart and shut him down. But, right now? You’re hanging on to his every word and doing as he says.

Kuroo stops moving and you mewl out, “Keep going.” Your head is still turned and your eyes are closed. 

“Look at me.” 

You refuse, still trying to get him to continue fucking you without giving in to his demand. He starts to pull out and you sob at the feeling of emptiness. 

“Look at me or I won’t do anything.” 

Your head turns and your eyes open, and he smirks like he’s won a gold prize. “Good girl.” 

And he’s slamming back into you, his pace is fast and unforgiving. Sweat gives his skin a light sheen and the sound of skin hitting skin and how wet you are, echo throughout the room. You can’t even form words because Tetsuro is fucking them out of you and every time he compliments you, you clench around him and he groans. 

“You feel so good, baby.” He pulls you even closer to him, angling himself and he hits that sweet spot that has your walls spasming around him. 

“Tetsuu” You whimper out.

“You like when I fuck you like this, angel?” You’re so full of him, you can feel him in your stomach. He’s relentless, hitting that spot over and over again. You can’t even answer him because he’s slowly pulling out and then reentering just as slowly, making you feel every inch of him. 

Your pussy is so warm around him and he stutters, you’re milking him and he doesn’t know how much longer he can keep going. 

“C-can’t answer? Am I- fuck.” 

Kuroo can’t even finish his own sentences, the way your face expresses pure bliss and how you squeeze around him, is driving him insane. 

“S’good.” You slur, “You’re so good to me.” 

“Yeah? You treat me even better, pretty girl.” That name makes you tighten around him and his strokes start to turn sloppy, “Letting me taste you, letting me inside you.” 

He’s so close and you are too, and his hand snakes its way in between your bodies. He rubs your clit with the pad of his thumb. 

“Tetsu, gonna cum if you-” The combination of his thumb and his cock hitting that spongy spot has your mouth falling open in a silent scream. 

You pulse around him, and Kuroo lets out a whiny, “Shit, I’m cumming,” and he’s spilling into the condom.

And just like earlier he doesn’t stop, he continues drilling into you even if he’s sensitive to the point it hurts. He’s repeating your name over and over again in the form of whimpers and you’re clawing at his back; your fourth orgasm of the night taking over your entire body until you’re seeing stars and Tetsuro follows right behind you, filling up the rubber once more. 

The man gently places your legs back on the bed and his head falls onto your shoulder, your breaths are heavy and uneven. He pulls out and you make a quiet noise at the feeling. 

“Sorry.” He mutters, placing a soft kiss on your collarbone. Kuroo gets up, takes off the condom, and ties it before dumping it in the trash. He also picks up his boxers, putting them on as he walks over to your bathroom. You hear the sound of the shower and while your body is spent, the thought of a hot shower gives you just enough energy. Your best friend comes back out and picks you up bridal-style, helping you get to the bathroom. He sets you down and your feet come in contact with the cold tile. 

“Can you stand? Or do I need to help you shower?” His voice conveys his concern but his eyes also tell you he’s being cheeky. 

You shoot him a look, “I think I’ll be fine, thank you.” You brush past him, legs a bit wobbly and you hear him stifle laughter. You throw him a glare over your shoulder and he only smiles. 

Tetsuro exits the bathroom after you step into the shower, he picks up all of your abandoned clothing and tosses it into the hamper. He changes your sheets and collects his thoughts; this isn’t very platonic of you and he starts to worry that it’s gonna change everything between you two. 

And he can’t handle it if your friendship is ruined, again. But, he quells his negative thoughts and tells himself you’ll cross that bridge when you get there, even though you’re only a few steps away from it. For now, he won’t act as if nothing happened but he won't let it change anything either. 

Even if there is a tiny voice in his heart hoping that it will. 

You step out of the bathroom, your pajamas hanging loosely on your body and your face fresh and glowy. You look around your bedroom, admiring the new sheets and clean floor. Kuroo looks at you, his face full of emotions you can’t name and you desperately want to know what he’s thinking. But, you couldn’t even figure out what was going on in your own mind. You only stare right back at him, and you wonder if the two of you are communicating with your expressions. Assuring the other that it was okay and the conversation would be had at another time. 

Tetsuro breaks eye contact first and walks into the bathroom, smiling at the scent of your body wash that still lingers in the air. He steps into the shower, letting the water carry away his worries and relax his muscles. His mind is replaying how you looked at him earlier, he couldn’t decipher what emotions your eyes held but he knows that everything is okay. 

Sleep is starting to tempt his senses and he knows you’re probably making your way to dreamland. He steps out of the shower and quickly finishes up, and to his surprise, you’re still up. Your phone is shining on your face and when you feel the bed dip on the opposite side, you look at him and place your phone down. Kuroo lays right next to you, wrapping his arms around you and it’s not like you’ve never slept like this before, but it feels much more intimate this time. But you find comfort in his warmth and the smell of his skin, and your eyelids start to feel heavy. 

You tell Tetsuro to turn off the lamp and soon the room is completely dark. You can already feel the dull throb in your muscles and you mumble to yourself, “I’m going to be so fucking sore.” 

Tetsuro lets out an airy chuckle, “I told you it was big.” 

You kick him and he grunts in pain, your voice is quiet but still as sharp as ever, 

“Shut the hell up and go to sleep.”

a/n: this is my first time writing out a full smut like PLS give me constructive criticism because i would like to write more in the future but i also wanna be better and more comfortable,,, okay hope you enjoyed !! &lt;333 (also someone wanted to be tagged but i wont tag u if you're an ageless blog !!)

[door-insurance]

So I played Life is Strange 2 for the first time ever

I didn’t wanna play it for a long time not cause it didn’t have Chloe or max (tbh I got sick of their asses around BtS they’re not even my faves)

By that point I was in college and had lost interest in the whole franchise but also I was very apprehensive of white creatives writing racism with no input from the group they’re portraying, they don’t usually do a good job

Sometimes they make it cartoony, sometimes they trivialize it, sometimes they romanticize it

So years later adulthood kicked my ass and I came back crawling to this franchise for some comfort, I finished True colors annnnd I finally started 2 after hesitating annnnd

^sketched this while playing

SPOILERS

I actually liked it

I liked Sean, the drawing segment he does- he was such a likable main guy, deserved better honestly.

I also liked Daniel, he was very adorable and I never got it when people called him annoying like no shit the 9 year old is gonna act like a 9 year old- just don’t be a jerk to him, I know he can be frustrating but that’s what taking care of a kid is like

And lis had always been about realistic complex characters, y’all can’t handle a traumatized nine year?

I have two younger siblings and two nieces plus I’ve been a bratty younger sibling to two older sisters

Maybe I’m just used to it?? But honestly Daniel wasn’t that bad

The racism portrayal in the first few episodes was not all that cartoony and it actually felt real at times, like I can check for American news rn and find stories similar to what you see in episodes 1-3 (minus the telekinesis)

Although the gas station racist hick spouting trump slogans was a bit on the nose, it’s more of dialogue thing

Some people thought the gas station detainment was egregious but it can happen unfortunately, especially to vulnerable people in rural areas and by someone of a higher systematic advantage

One other thing I did not like was the love interests, I thought Finn and Cassidy were alright characters on their own but why do we need romance in this game where the protagonists are always on the run?

I don’t like to compare lis 1 to 2 but when it comes to the romance the former did a better job as it spent more time establishing it, plus max stayed in the same place for the majority of the game- but you know what? Sean doesn’t have to be in a relationship right? It can be a one off thing, that’s fine

Which brings me to my next point

How old are Cassidy and Finn?

Cause Sean is still 16 and no, being on the road didn’t mentally age him- he’s not “mature” for his age

He is still a kid

So for some reason Dontnod never really specified their ages but some articles described them as teens (they look 30 to me) and they can be around 18 right? Their lives are hard stress ages you- it happens, we can with live that, it’s just a two years difference

But teens or not

why did they animate a whole knocking the boots scene???

Of all the games in the series, the only one that gets a sex scene is the one with the much younger protagonist and his ambiguously aged older looking love interest and I think it’s only with Cassidy you get to do it in the tent

Alex Chen was robbed of a on screen booty call from a beanie wearing lesbian with a sexy radio voice or a buff ass Adonis of a man who was Smokey the bear’s regional manager or something

Anyways I’m gonna move on I’m uncomfortable lmao

*im not hating on people who ship Sean with either Finn or Cassidy, I’m not even tagging your ship names- im just stating my personal preferences on my blog

One last thing I did not like about LiS 2 and it was the one thing that kept me from playing it for years

That one scene from episode 4

So at this point Sean Diaz went through the following:

-lost his father, had to abandoned his loved ones, education and home

-was accused of killing a cop

-had to take care of his little brother on his own while on the run, the same brother with telekinesis and none of them know how to control it

-was harassed, beaten then detained by a racist white man

-had to take refuge in an abandoned cabin with little resources

-the dog that they adopted at the gas station eventually gets mauled

-the one time they found solace at their grandparents house they had to leave abruptly cause the police was hot on their trail

-on their way out they can potentially witness the neighbors kid that they befriended get hit by the police car that’s chasing them

-they find shelter at a nomad campground but oh no they get involved with drug trafficking cause they barely have any other options to make money (unfortunately this happens a lot IRL this isnt egregious)

-Sean now has to deal with the trafficking, making sure that Daniel doesn’t get into any trouble with his powers while fake ass giancarlo esposito is breathing down his neck

-and guess what happens next… Daniel gets robbed into pulling a heist on temu gus fring and it goes badly, Sean can potentially lose a love interest/friend in Finn

-Sean gets hurt, Daniel goes so mad that he blows the whole place up; a shard glass flies into Sean’s eye and he ends up losing it

- Sean wakes up from a coma and learns that his brother is missing and he’s about to be taken to jail

- the one thing that consistently brought him joy during this trip was his art and because of the missing eye he can’t even do it the same anymore cause it hurts now

- Sean has to escape the hospital with a hot wired car, little money and has to drive across two states just to get to his brother

-on the way he dreams of his father, he wants him back he wants his old life back but that’s not gonna happen so he has to move forward

Im not listing all this as examples of bad story telling, a lot of these are real life experiences of homeless people. im just painting a picture of the shit that Sean had went through so far

Cause right after the dream sequence, Dontnod didn’t think all that was enough no you had to see Sean get hate crimed by two lifetime movie, sitcom special of the week racists- be made to either sing or suffer a brutal beating

It added nothing to the plot, it didn’t need a choice system either- it’s a hate crime, you’re not asking Joyce for fucking pancakes or eggs n bacon at the whales diner or hosing down Lisa the fckin plant.

This to me went straight to trauma p*rn category, it’s wheelchair Chloe all over again

I hated it then in LiS 1 and I hated now in LiS 2, this is why I don’t dick ride Dontnod that often

They always had this tendency right before the end they single out a particular character and mentally whip them, they become the writing teams punching bag- they think we didn’t get it the first time that this character is going through it, they just hammer it in with the subtlety of a heart attack and I hate it

“Yeah but it’s there to show Sean’s resolve to find Daniel-“

HE ESCAPED FROM THE HOSPITAL AND THE FEDS, HE HOT WIRED A CAR TO DRIVE ACROSS TWO STATES

He’s starving, dehydrated, suffering from chronic pain

That’s enough

Let the character breathe

You ask why not a lot of people wanna play this game and I’m gonna tell you, as much I enjoyed it myself it’s not an easy game to play- it gets brutal, especially right around the end

I’m not against bleakness or extreme conflict, I’m into that but sometimes that doesn’t translate well to any gaming format- especially a choices matter game that’s meant to be replayed

Some people have asinine reasons not to play LiS 2 like it dealing with racism and those people suck, lis had always dealt with progressive themes like calling out objectification, cyberbullying and sl*tshaming

Racism shouldn’t be the exemption

but misuse of racial trauma and not knowing when it’s appropriate to invoke it is a huge turn off and hella triggering to a lot of non white players and I remember when LiS 2 dropped I’ve seen (mostly white) lis fans at the time proclaiming that not wanting to play it meant that you were racist

Like I said there were probably racists who didn’t wanna touch the games cause of the main characters skin but there were people like me who were apprehensive of the “Let’s go to the mosh pit Shaka brah” people handling racism

This is the same studio that had Ms Grant (one of the few black characters from LiS 1) claim that the white settlers peacefully shared the stolen land with the native Americans

I find that shit harder to believe than the time traveling powers

And they were doing alright in the first episodes they covered stuff like unconscious biases slipping through, dog whistles, polite racism from the grandparents segment, police brutality, racial profiling and being targeted/othered- some of these things I went through when I visited western countries

Then they did the bullshit I feared theyd do…

I really don’t blame myself for being hyper vigilant at the time and honestly I was going through a lot then, even if I wanted to I wouldn’t have touched LiS 2 cause it’s a very heavy tasking game to play

I know I kinda made it seem like I didn’t like this game but I did, its the best one in terms of the choice system

It had more weight to it, seeing Daniel internalizing what you say to him or how you act around him was so cool

Also what the second game has over the first one aside from the choices system is the ending selection- I never liked picking the endings for max, I wanted her to pick the ending or her coding/script to do that

Its definitely more fleshed out technically even though LiS 1 has a special place in my heart it’s always gonna be no. 1- but im also glad that I got to experience the 2nd game for the first time, I liked it

Personal lis ranking

1: Lis 1

2: Lis 2

3: True colors

Discount bin: BtS

My personal fave moments from LiS 2:

- beating up the racist bully and giving him a concussion

-mushroom (rip icon)

- victorias letter

-winning that that bear from that claw machine

-gorillaz song that was not feel good inc

-Brody pointing at a fucked up looking arcadia bay yelling “that’s the past!”- that was hilarious

-Sean paying tribute to Arcadia bay in his sketchbook (this fucking kid man, he’s so sweet he deserves the world- what did he do to make DONTNOD mad at him)

- the wolf animation and the story that plays before every chapter

-this was the worst hate crime in the whole game

[angellayercake]

Oh well @sakuraspoke if you insist on me rambling about Terzo who am I to refuse? ☺️

We know from some interview snippets about him that by the time he becomes papa he is bitter and he hates himself and he is somewhat of a recluse which is clearly a massive contradiction to the caring, entertaining, silly, sexy charmer we see on stage. That man seems a lot more in keeping with the description we see from Bishop Necropolitus Cracoviensis who describes Terzo during his time as a Cardinal. As being a visionary who cares for his flock and revels in sin.

So how did he get here and how does that relate to this song?

I think we can all agree that his hopes for what he would achieve during his reign as Papa were squashed very quickly. He clearly put up a fight and was starting to gain momentum by the end where perhaps he thought it might be possible (hence why he was dragged off stage, humiliated and murdered) but we can see that nothing really went to plan and this is what probably sent him down the spiral of depression and self hatred.

But to bring it all back to 'We'll never have sex'. He created a very specific persona that was very likable and charming and I have no doubt that those are aspects of his personality and he had no lack of partners within the Ministry and without. But they ONLY wanted the Charming Papa™ and when his darker side would reveal itself, his self loathing and dissatisfaction they would run for the hills, if they even stayed long enough to see it. Because he is Papa right? Sex god leader of the Satanic Church, champion of the female orgasm, he is above wanting to be loved or cared for.

He is lonely, depressed, hopeless and desperate for some connection. So he keeps up the facade, keeps accepting the one night stands and casual propositions just to stave off the loneliness for a night or two until he just can't anymore. He closes himself off and comes to terms with the fact that no one will ever want just him.

This is all my standard headcanon for him in general and most of my fics unless otherwise stated but this also leads specifically into banchetto so I will put that under a read more in case anyone doesn't care about that bit 😁

This is basically where he is emotionally at the beginning of Banchetto underneath the hurt about his removal from his position and his brothers interference etc.

So why does he do what he does to poor reader? Well I think personally he has forgotten how to relate to people romantically other than sex. He hasn't had a traditional 'relationship' for many many years probably since he was a very young man and first learned about falling in love and heartbreak.

When he realises that reader is attracted to him he also finds her a distraction from wallowing in his depression and even though he had grown to hate no strings sex he falls back on that easy seduction to give him that taste of connection he craves. That is until he realises how much he hurt her by playing with her and that's when he realises

1. He may have found someone who really does care for HIM not what they can get from Papa. She has seen him at his worst. Complete rock bottom and still she cares?

2. He is beginning to care for her too. He looks forward to seeing her everyday and the light she brings into his life. He wakes up earlier so he can be up as soon as she arrives and he wracks his brains for question after question so he can justify following her around as she works. It's only when she disappears for that week after he cornered her that he realises this though.

And this is why they are taking it so slowly (aside from the fact she really does have a job to do which he tends to forget and at this point has completely forgotten). She has picked up on the fact that this is unfamiliar territory for him and really there is no need to rush right? What could possibly bring their happy little domestic bubble to be popped??? 😈

On that note I will leave it there. If you have got this far I love you 😚😚

[ghouly-boiiiii]

THE GHOUL: WHY HE'S HOT - (A SCIENCE!)

࣪⊹°˖✧ Welcome to a Powerpoint Presentation by Some Ghoul-Loving Freak ✧˖° ⊹

Why is The Ghoul hot? I think many of us who find ourselves swooning over this necrotic, murdering cowboy have been asking ourselves that very question lately. Is there something wrong with me? Do I need therapy? Will my friends ever look at me the same way again? Well my fellow ghoul lovers, you are not alone. And I am here to explain to you the exact reasons why this gun-slingin’, ass bitin’ baked potato with teeth has captured the hearts of so many... with science! (sort of) 🤠

------(Spoiler warning... lots and lots of spoilers below the cut!)------

1. Walton Goggins… just Walton Goggins

I think we can all agree that the man behind the makeup and prosthetics is a large reason as to what makes The Ghoul so attractive. Walton himself is a very nice looking fellow, and he absolutely oozes charisma, both on the set and off. And for some reason decided to amp that up to 100 while playing The Ghoul. He managed to make Ghouly Boi likable and endearing, even when he's doing murdery things. So yeah, the dude's mad talented.

"Strong enough to keep out the rads... and the reds." - Cooper Howard shooting a Vault-Tec commercial in episode 6.

2. The makeup artists knew what they were doing

Attempting to make The Ghoul “kind of hot” was absolutely intentional. There was serious discussion behind the scenes about how they could make The Ghoul attractive to viewers, despite him being… well… a ghoul. (So yeah, it is 100% the creators fault. They did this to us on purpose!) When creating The Ghoul’s design, they deliberately ghoulified features that weren’t that important for attraction and left the rest alone, or made them more accentuated.

For example, when it comes to the attractiveness of a male, specifically in the face, most people focus in on the eyes, lips, jaw and cheekbones, which they emphasized and brought out with the makeup. Things like the nose, hair and even skin can be safely tinkered with, and even with those they went pretty easy on. Many ghouls have cloudy or discolored eyes, but not Ghouly. (in fact, bro’s still got his eyelashes, lol) They also kept his ears, despite most ghouls’ tending to fall off just like the nose. His teeth are still intact, despite being rather discolored. And they even made his skin relatively smooth compared to most ghouls. (I’m willing to bet he gets made fun of in a lot of ghoul circles for being such a baby smooth smoothskin)

If the creators had made him any uglier - messed up his eyes, took away the ears, rotted out some teeth, or made his skin a lot more torn up - we might not be here right now. But the character designers and makeup artists were very intentional in his appearance, making him look rotten enough to be recognized as a ghoul, but not so nasty he’d be hard to look at. By keeping and even accentuating Walton’s eyes and bone structure, while giving the ghoulishness to other features, they managed to balance out the ‘yuk’ with the ‘hmmm… wait what?’ just right.

"Sometimes a fella's gotta eat a fella." - The Ghoul to Lucy while munchin' on Roger in episode 4.

3. His charisma, charm and sense of humor

Look, Ghouly is charming as FUCK, okay? There’s no getting around it, so let’s just get that out of the way right now. He exudes confidence and beats you in the face with his overwhelming swag. He also has these… looks. Which I can only describe as “sexy” looks. I’m not really sure how to explain, but if you’re reading this, you probably know what I mean.

As mentioned before, a lot of this is just Goggins being Goggins, but the writing is brilliant as well. He definitely embodies that sort of hot badboy/outlaw/pirate sort of archetype that is often found in romantic settings/stories, so yeah. And also, who doesn't love a man with a great sense of humor? He's got all the best lines in the show and is just a joy to watch, even if it's just for the funny. Really, whoever wrote for Ghouly was a comedic genius, a gentleman, and a scholar. They should be commended.

"I'd offer you one a' these cherreh tomaydas, but you got a hole on yo neck." - The Ghoul to some guy he just shot in episode 2.

4. He loves dogs

Okay, so yes, we all know he stabs Dogmeat in order to keep her from ripping his face off, which ALMOST ruined his character for me, but then he brought her back with a Stimpak and all was forgiven. I’m willing to bet he probably also tried to stab her in a place that he knew wouldn’t be fatal, and also his choice to stab instead when he could have easily just shot her, letting her get right up on top of him before doing anything to defend himself, shows his hesitation in harming a dog.

It’s clear that Coop has a lot of affection for dogs, especially when we see the flashbacks of him with his OG dog and how pissed he gets about not being able to bring him into the vaults. The way he handles Dogmeat with such loving care, and smiles with genuine joy as she leaps up off the table was one of the first moments to show that, underneath that hardened exterior, he’s still got a soft, squishy, gooey center (other than the rotting flesh, I mean).

"Who decided that there were no dogs in the vault?" - Cooper to his wife upon finding out their dog Roosevelt wouldn't be able to go to the vault with them in episode 6.

5. He's a genuinely good person, deep down...

Not only does he save the dog (twice), but Ghouly also did other things that were surprisingly unselfish and not awful. Does that make up for the bad shit he did? Well, no. But again, it shows that he’s at least not ALL bad, and that the man he use to be is still in there somewhere.

For example, he could have easily ratted out Lucy for busting up the Super Duper Mart, but he took the heat for it instead. And despite the fact that he shoots (and eats) Roger, he does seem to have genuine empathy for the turning ghoul. So his choice to kill him wasn’t completely selfish, but also an act of mercy. Roger was essentially dying anyway, and Cooper saved him from an arguably worse fate than death. He even took a moment to remind Roger of a happy memory before doing the deed, a scenario reminiscent of the book Of Mice And Men, when George shoots Lenny at the end after reminding him of their dream in order to save him from a worse fate as well.

And let's not forget that before the bombs dropped, Cooper struggled to even fake kill a man on screen while shooting a film, not wanting his character to go down such a dark path. This shows that he was once a man who lived by a code of morals and principals, so much so that just the idea of stepping outside of that made him deeply uncomfortable, even if it was just pretend. This is why Cooper gives Lucy the line, "Oh, I'm you, sweetie. Just... give it a little time." Because he sees himself in her, or rather the person he used to be.

One of the things I love about how Cooper’s story is told is that we get to see his present and past self right away, juxtaposed against each other. His backstory isn’t revealed as a surprise later on. Instead we really get to see up front the complexities of his character that make him so compelling. He’s not just some heartless killer. He’s like this because he’s been through so much pain, and pushed to the point where he was forced to become something he's not in order to survive and carry on. Because of this, it makes The Ghoul a lot more likable and relatable than he would have been otherwise. It also kinda lets you put yourself in his shoes and ask yourself what you would do if you found yourself in his position. Actually brilliant writing, in my opinion.

"Do I have to kill him?" - Cooper to the director of the film he's shooting in Episode 3.

6. That tragic backstory

This is where the character of Cooper Howard really got me in the feels. Not only does Ghouly love dogs, but he loves his family too. And it’s revealed at the end of the season that even after 200+ years, they are still on his mind. He’s spent over two centuries looking for them, and putting himself through absolute hell, because he loves them that much. And not just his daughter, but his wife as well. Even though they had gotten divorced, presumably because of what he learned at the end of the season. Maybe he’s even hoping his old dog is still alive somehow, although that’s admittedly very unlikely...

So... you know what that means... Although he’s done horrible things, Cooper is a man driven by LOVE. He's stayed alive because of LOVE. He does these bad things because of LOVE. He’s become a monster IN THE NAME OF LOVE!!! It’s all about the power of LOVE, you guys. Call it cliché, but if that isn’t romantic as hell, I donno what the fuck is, ladies.

"Now, I've waited over 200 years to ask somebody one question... Where's my fuckin' family?" - Cooper to Hank in Episode 8

In Conclusion

So yes. He's ugly. He's mean. He's murdery. Kinda toxic AF. But that doesn't mean he can't also be a sexy motherfucker as well. 👍

He's a fictional character. It's a fantasy, and fantasies are allowed to be kinda fucked up. 😃 Hey, don't ask me why humans human the way we do. I didn't make us, so I don't know. It's all in good fun though, so let's just enjoy ourselves and try not to think too hard about it, eh? 😆 (So says the person who literally just wrote a fucking essay on the subject)

Alright, well... I guess that's about it. Thank you for coming to my TEDtalk. I hope this helped anyone who was feeling their sanity slip a little bit (like me 😃). Refreshments and resources are at the back. Exits to your left. Have a lovely evening and please excuse me while I drop my mic and go find myself a fuckin' gin martini. Team Ghoul Forever, baby! 🤠

[thefirstpaleontologist]

discussion on the recent hazbin hotel s2 spoiler regarding Alastor and Rosie from the recent leaks under the cut

well first of all holy shit I really did not expect Rosie

all the Alastor soul deal theorists slamming their heads against a wall rn

I’m gonna break down some of the lyrics and my thoughts on them cause I absolutely need to put them down somewhere

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“Reminder of who you’re talking to”

right off the bat this makes me think that despite everything with the soul deal there is a genuine aspect of likability here. like yeah all their interactions are undercut by the ownership aspect but both of them are charming people used to making people like them even when it’s not in their best interest. if their average interactions often fall in line with how they behaved in s1, then it’d be easy to ‘pretend’ at friendship, hence the need for a ‘reminder’ in the first place.

“I dealt with you fairly; been patient, it’s true”

i so badly want to know what the context of their deal is. Why was Alastor in a position to need help- her help? why was she in a position to help him? What did he do, possibly to her, that makes her think the deal is fair? And what is his side of the deal that’s required her patience? (I mean I think any interaction with Alastor probably requires patience lol) questions, questions

Edit: ohh okay so another spoiler actually revealed that Alastor made a deal with Rosie while he was still alive!!! he wanted a guarantee that he’d have power when he ended up in hell, and in return she owns his soul until he fulfils a favour for her. So we know why he made a deal with her, but not what his end of the deal is.

“remember my deer, you’re in my ZOO!”

ahhhhhahahahah I love that line. the imagery of Alastor being just an animal in a cage, the play on dear and deer, the connotations that the word zoo brings (entertainment, protection, exploitation) is all very fun.

“You are my pet! I say when to sit or stay, role over, or go fetch”

CHRIST. As she puts him in a literal leash!? oh I just know the radio rose shippers are gonna do some insane work with that one. the change in dynamic from what we thought they were- wow. The dog metaphor must rankle Alastor something fierce lol. But the power dynamic parallels Alastor and Husks whole deal well.

“You’re indebted till the day you settle your account”

what is the boundaries and rules of their deal? he has to serve her until he’s made something up to her? Does he owe her a certain number of souls? maybe he massacred a number of the citizens of cannibal town during his earlier days in hell and somehow she made it that he must return an equivalent number of souls? something along this line could make sense given we see her telling him about potential easy souls to claim when he first introduces Charlie to her in s1.

“I’ve served you faithfully for an age”

An age must be a long time to immortal souls in hell. we know Alastor died about 1933, meaning he’s been in hell for around 90ish years give or take a few depending on when the show is set. ‘An age’ in this context likely means a few decades at least.

Edit: scratch a few decades, more like the entire near century that he’s been in hell!!

“Contained my rage”

are you telling me that Rosie is what has been holding you back Alastor 💀 Rosie asked is anyone going to control this feral sadistic freak and then didn’t wait for an answer.

“Went off the air for years on your behalf”

as one question is answered many more appear. so Rosie is behind his sudden 7 year disappearance, but what did she need him for? and then the fact his first appearance back was for the hazbin hotel and Charlie Morningstar? the fact he then went on to introduce Charlie to Rosie and perfectly positioned Rosie to be in Charlie’s favour? yeah. what on earth could Rosie need that connection for?

“The least that you could do is fix my staff!”

Rosie just do him this favour lmao the deer is struggling. I think this line is also fairly revealing of their relationship. Alastor, at the end of the day, does not appear to be in any way scared of Rosie. he’s comfortable enough to touch her, dance with her, demand things of her- however long their ruse has been going has been long enough for them to settle their dynamic, to the point he’s somewhat forgotten where exactly her patience with him runs out. he owes her something, she wants something from him. the deal is about controlling him, not hurting him.

“Yours since the day we met!”

possibly my favourite line in the song. it reveals that their first interaction was also what sealed his fate. it’s such an ironic line too, to take something that in another context could have been romantic and sweet, and turn it so bitter and sardonic. with the flourishing sarcastic bow and all its just perfect.

“I say when to sit and stay, play ball or just play dead”

the dance they do together to this line is fantastic. the parallel between Alastor dipping her in the s1 song ‘ready for this’ and Rosie dipping (and dropping) him here is a cute detail. I think this is a reference to his 7yr disappearance (play dead) and whatever’s going on with his investment in the hotel (play ball). At a stretch, play dead could also suggest that it was part of Rosie’s instructions to lose to Adam in their fight (not that I think that Alastor could have really beat him, but maybe that was never the intent from the start?).

“At least not yet”

not entirely clear what the line before this one is as the editing chops it abit, but it’s clear Alastor has plans to escape the deal one way or another. I really liked the puppet string symbolism (‘I will be the one pulling all the strings’) showing his lack of control.

“The moves you make are mine and mine alone”

this is the last line we get from the leak, and I have to wonder if Alastor hasn’t managed to keep some things secret from her? does she know about Charlie’s deal with him? or was that part of her plan too? how far does her control reach? I think therell be some more song after that, but I think it’d be fitting for Rosie to have the last word in a song about how she owns and controls Alastor.

Edit: given that Rosie has owned his soul the ENTIRE time that he’s been in hell, i really wonder the extent of what she’s had him do all this time? what on earth could she want from him that in nearly a century he’s not been able to do it?

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anyway if anyone bothered to actually read all that I’d love to hear your thoughts as well!! this has made me so excited for s2. the song itself is a banger and I can’t wait to see the finished thing

[femmescripter]

Blonde Max: A Golden Maxley Headcanon

Max doesn't talk a lot about his mother or show any pictures of her. Not because he's ashamed. But because it would reveal his secret. You see, his late mother Glory-Bee was a gorgeous model of a blonde poodle. And Max actually has blonde hair. But he always felt that the blonde never looked as good on him as it did on her. So he always kept his hair dyed black to match the rest of the black fur on his body. The only ones who know he's blonde are his family and his friends P.J and Bobby...at least they were. Fast forward to now; his sophomore year in Welig University. Max has settled nicely into college life. He's made some new friends as well. Including friends that no one saw coming. Bradley Uppercrust the 3rd and the Gamma Mu Mu Fraternity. After the X-Games debacle Max reached out to Bradley and actually spoke up on his and the rest of the Gammas' behalf to keep them from getting expelled. But he did make it clear that they all had to put in the work and help out with things around the campus to prove that they wanted to stay. It wasn't easy to curb their attitude - but somehow the Goof pulled it off. He took a pack of frat boys and made them into men. Or at least made them a pack of likable frat boys working up to being men. Still, Bradley and the Gammas were spared expulsion, and they made up with each other. And it wasn't long before the friend groups intermixed. It wasn't uncommon to see PJ and Mocha at the Bean Scene with Federico and Boris. Or seeing Bobby, Slouch, Kevin and Shades debating on what's the greatest beer snack of all time. But the most common sight is Tank playing wingman to Bradley and trying to convince his best friend to finally tell Max how he has a mad crush on him and wants to be his boyfriend. Ever since he saved him from being expelled Bradley saw Max in a whole new light. A light filled with little pink hearts. At first the Saluki was nervous about telling Max how he feels, given their past history. But after seeing someone ask Max out and him turning the young woman down, Bradley realized that he had to act soon. Less the next time won't be a close call. Later that same day Bradley decided to tell Max how he feels after he finishes his geometry lesson. He spots Max leaving from the skate park nearby but when he tries to catch him, he sees him walking especially fast and hurrying to the locker rooms. Bradley hurries to catch up - wondering why the sophomore could be running as fast as he is. It's only when the Saluki reaches the locker rooms that he sees why he was running. It turns out that Max's black hair dye was running from all the sweat as he was practicing - and it was starting to reveal his true blonde hair. So he had to run the locker rooms to touch it up. And now Bradley has seen his true blonde tresses. Max doesn't know how to react to this, so he just starts crying. Bradley, who doesn't know what to do but doesn't want Max to be upset, awkwardly goes to hug him which eventually helps to calm the Labradoodle down. He gives Max his hoodie so that he can cover up his hair and helps him clean up so they can head back to his dorm room. There, Max washes out the ruined dye and shows his true blonde hair. He then tells Bradley the story of his mother Glory-Bee and why he hides his hair. After the story Bradley says this, "Well, I guess I understand the reasoning. But I think blonde looks good on you, Max. And I'd still ask you out even without it." This causes Max to blush and looks at Bradley in shock, who is also blushing and can't believe he said that out loud. Max asks if Bradley meant what he said. Now realizing there's no going back, the senior confirms that he meant it and that he's been wanting to tell Max that he's liked him for a long time now and how he wants to be Max's boyfriend. The sophomore is stunned...but also very touched. He smiles and asks Bradley if he means that to which Bradley smiles back and assures that he does. The next day Max Goof is rocking the blonde locks, and his new boyfriend Bradley is right by his side to support him.

[gabessquishytum]

Hob is Time’s sugar baby. Time puts him through the wringer—he’s very controlling and possessive and he has a bit of a temper but he has a big dick and a fat wallet so hob puts up with it. Most of the endless kids are annoyed about it—mostly because hob is actually likable but is still sucking up their fortune. But hob doesn’t mind that either.

Oh also as a side note, he’s learned that dream, the third son, also has a very nice dick and better stamina than his father. When that old coot dies, hob will be trading up.

Sooooo obsessed with this.

Whenever Dream comes to stay, he makes sure that he gets the guest room right next to Time's. There's nothing quite like listening to Hob bouncing on his father's dick, moaning about how good it is - "ooh daddy you're so big, please cum inside me!" Dream likes to pretend that Hob is being loud just for him. He's absolutely right. Over breakfast in the morning, Hob will sit on Time's lap... but he'll be playing footsy with Dream under the table. It's so fucking hot, Dream has to excuse himself and jerk off... with a pair of Hob’s panties which he "borrowed" from the laundry room.

Hob mostly behaves himself because Time is so annoying and boring when he gets jealous. But when Dream offers to help him shop for the new car that Time is buying for Hob’s birthday, he eagerly agrees. And of course he sucks Dream’s dick in the car that they take for a test drive. When he looks up through his eyelashes and purrs out "ohh daddy you're so big, please cum inside me"... Dream does exactly as he's told. And he's thrilled to learn that Hob really was performing for him all along.

Dream already has a good salary but when he inherits from his dad, he'll be filthy rich. But there's one thing he's looking forward to inheriting more than the money... he's going to make sure that Hob never has to look anywhere else to get his pleasure. Dream will keep in cock and fur coats forever <3

[jazeswhbhaven]

From what I've been seeing it feels like PB is focusing on quantity over quality. Things like Obey Me, TWST, and Nu-Carnival has a sizeable group of characters, but they're not too huge so it allows them to flesh each one out to a certain extent, but then they can introduce a diverse set of cards on each of them so you're not starving too much.

WHB has not only has 6 Kings and one more on the way, but they also keep introducing more nobles and angels. In a way it's not bad, but this is why I seriously feel it is a case of quantity and not enough quality. From what I've seen in this community, characters that have been in the game since Day 1 are being super neglected. Then we a have every new L card released being paywalled, nightmare passes that also have the top rewards paywalled, are more frequent, even this time around the S+ card requires more gold keys and it doesn't have anything remotely special about it whereas the last S+ did which was extremely exclusive only. Honestly it's...really sad. Now you don't NEED these cards and I'm not asking for freebies, but in the end they are asking for your life savings for even just the decent stuff, and then you still have to deal with the gacha to do that.

I personally need a decent amount of characterization to really appreciate a character so I do appreciate the world building but no character has stuck with me yet. So everytime a new one is released I go: "Okay but what about like...the existing ones?" Our last one was Leraye, which I'm sorry, it's just a reskinned of his OG card and I found that really scummy which was probably why he was locked through achievements which...was the saving grace still it was the only time it happened. The story was nice though.

I don't want to come off as ungrateful and I probably am, but I just don't understand PB's decisions on what they're doing anymore. We can't use the "they're a small company" card, I'm sure they're not the only small company, but I don't have any sources, but so far this is the first time I seen company really just throw their community into a blender like this...then again I only played like 3 other gachas which isn't a lot.

💭

hey there 💭 anon!

This observation came right in time with how I'd like to pretty much introduce the game to new players that are flocking in.

PB's decisions as of late to change how we get currencies, paid banners, and the progression of the main story and character building has been a damn journey.

I don't think you're ungrateful, I wouldn't call anyone that honestly because as the consumer YOU are the the one, p2p or f2p, in the end that has be entertained by this nsfw game. The only one in existence that is catered to both women and men audiences. With that in mind, you'd expect to see something worth buying/taking up nearly 8gb of space on your phone for.

When the game was first teased, me and my friend were talking about it and she was overwhelmed by the amount of characters they kept showing, I met her through the Obey Me fandom, so that was our bread and butter for the majority of conversations. When I moved on to WHB, she didn't come with, she stayed for like maybe a week or two and dropped it. I forget mostly why which I could ask her again on her opinion.

But I'll let you in on something I saw the other day, the community over in LaDS has been having some issues with their banners/other gacha related things as well stating that this recent banner is driving players away. I don't play LaDS but PB isn't the only company it seems starting to switch things up when it comes to decisions.

The S+ cards confuse me because what they introduced was hey here's beach Rara (Raphael) and he has an adore mode, a story with mild spice, and you chats/more lore about this bitey boi. I had so much fun reading through that. Amy and Sitri's all we get are the likability things and well from the previous expectation? That made me shake my head. (also for the extra gold keys thing, apparently it's only that high if you want to get it early, the card is going into the banner immediately after the event so in theory we all literally could have waited to pull them so we wouldn't have to spend that amount of gold keys)

As far as content goes, I think ultimately there's too many characters to work with. If anyone on the staff has a brain like me, it would be very easy to neglect characters here and there. I also do not like that Gehenna has yet ANOTHER noble (sorry Amy) but other countries are lackin'.

Also unrelated...WHERE IS GEHENNA'S GROUP PHOTO U G H.

Niflheim needs one too.

All in all I hear you. Chapter 6 and Mammons/Amy's events though have me believing that the best has yet to come, these banners though....we will see... Maybe things will pop off when Asmodeus debuts..

[kamiko1234]

I am currently at the end of chapter 3 of The Titan's Curse and oh man, do I have some thoughts. So first things first. I do not like Artemis. Like, at all. She's currently inhabiting spot 2 on my "I hope Luke wins because of you guys" RIGHT after Ares himself. I REALLY don't like the whole "anti-boy" thing she and her Hunters have going on. Like, okay- I get it to some degree. Chasity and maidenhood is like- her whole thing. But honestly, at this point, it feels almost fanatic. I'm a girl myself, and it makes me genuinely uncomfortable how they act and what they say. It also weirds me out how.... pushy they are to Bianca ? Especially how they seem to disregard Nico in all of this. It was stated that Bianca and Nico are their only remaining relatives. Percy brings up a very valid point in the fact that Nico cannot become a Hunter. Bianca would leave her only brother behind, her brother whose only family she is. And in response Artemis and Zoe just- blow that whole concern off ???????? Saying that they would become Bianca's new family. It could have worked better had this decision only attempted Bianca- BUT IT DOESN'T. What about Nico ? Who would become Nico's new family !? Well APPARENTLY Artemis and her Hunters COULDN'T CARE LESS because he was born with the wrong gender. Sorry kiddo though luck ig 🤷‍♀️ And then that nasty comment when they talk about Nico going to camp with "that's all boys are good for" The fuck Artemis????? I know DAMN WELL ur ass didn't just insult the ONE relatively safe place for demigods where those kids are trained up to do the shit YOU AND YOUR FAMILY are too lazy to do !? Like I have my problems with Camp, not gonna lie. I still think it's still unsafe (even if it's better compared to- well, everywhere else) and their teaching methods are a bit questionable (how has no one thought of organizing some damn therapy for these kids !?) BUT ALSO !?!?!?!? Bianca who JUST said she was still thinking about joining the hunters only to then immediately make up her mind and join ? Naw I'm calling foul play. At this point I'm not putting ANYTHING past ANY god. I would fully trust Artemis to manipulate Bianca's mind or something. I swear to god with every chapter I read I become more and more of a Luke apologist. He went off the deep end for a good freaking reason and he has every right to personally decapitate every god to ever walk the earth. But also, ANNABETH BABY ARE YOU OKAY !? ARE YOU GOOD GIRL ??? WHERE'D YOU GO !? God I am PRAYING it ain't Tartarus or anything- atleast Artemis said she'd search for her so I suppose Mrs. "Human rights for men ? Who needs that !" isn't TOTALLY useless beyond ending my nerves. Poor Nico by the way, he seems like such a nice kid ! A total nerd and drok which honestly ? Stan. As someone who's a nerd myself (although I'm more in the Anime and history department (weird combo ik)) I can stan him. But also MY POOR BABY. That child basically lost his sister to something I'm not yet convinced isn't some weird cult RIGHT AFTER being attacked by a literal MONSTER.

That must hurt. As for Thalia.... yeah not sure about her. She seems to have some bad blood with the hunters of Artemis and that Zoë girl which makes her immediately more likable to me. But also I was sort of thrown into a loop with how suddenly the book started into the story, I would have liked a bit of a slower start with more build-up to get to know her better.

She seems to have a pretty confrontational personality , which is the main thing that makes me a bit unsure about her. But other than that she sems pretty cool so far ! Hope to see more. One thing however made me worry a bit.... that mist thing. Where Thalia was able to manipulate the mist, and upon Percy's questioning asking if "Chiron didn't show you that yet". How it's treated to be nothing special....... listen if I wasn't a bit iffy about the whole system of the Camp I am now. Why didn't Chiron show Percy that ? It doesn't look to be some special ability reserved for children of Zeus. Infact, why didn't Chiron show that EVERY demigod !? I am hoping to god that an explanation for that's gonna come up later to explain this. Otherwise I'll just have to assume that Chiron is refusing to teach those kids a valuable and also kinda important skill just because.

(Also on an off note, y'all remember that one "Who's Jason Theory" I had a while back where I concluded he's either from Roman North Korea or a Rome fanboy ? Yeah I got it confirmed from a friend a while back that he's from Roman North Korea. Holy fuck, so apperantly The Democratic Demigod's Republic of Rome exists canonically. And apparently they are the East Germany to Camp Halfblood's West Germany. Yikes. Don't know much more tho than it existing and apperantly being well, Roman North Korea. So please no spoilers there ^^)

(Please mark any spoilers in your replies/reblogs so I can avoid them, thank you )

[fujii-draws]

Just found and read your chatot rant and I'm curious. How would you rewrite him to be a more understandable/likable character?

Anon you are the light at the end of the tunnel.

I wouldn’t change a whole lot about him. Personality wise I think he’s funny/well-rounded. It’s more of how many times they made him do needlessly cruel stuff to h/p that’s never addressed again.

I say, let Apple woods stay the same. Like I said before in my rant, I enjoyed the conflict there. My problem only stems from the fact that??? He doesn’t have any real reason to distrust them???

Give him a reason. Show that h/p were fucking up a lot of jobs when they first joined the guild- and chatot (begrudgingly) took their excuses because they’re new. And he gives them a lot of chances despite his callous demeanor.

THEN, let the incident in Apple woods be the moment where he finally decides those two had enough second chances. And doesn’t hear them out. And other than that I’m alright w/ chapter 6.

NOW… CHAPTER 17…

Ughhhhh man. I already made my grievances known with this chapter but I genuinely hated how they handled chatot here. Will start off by saying (again), I LIKE that he’s distrustful about majority of what partner said. The future, Grovyle being good, The “magical hidden land”, etc. IT MAKES SENSE LMAO. ITS SO OUT THERE.

What pissed me off was how he immediately tried to play off that he trusted them the whoooole time. And it’s called out as a JOKE. And never addressed again. I’d do either 2 things here.

1. Let Chatot actually test the guild’s trust in h/p.

Do you know how awesome it would’ve been to have him IMPROVE from Apple woods? Have the entire guild that once had your back— now distrusting our main duo? And have CHATOT be the one to actually stand up for them there???? And HE be the one to point out Dusknoir grabbed those two in broad daylight? (Further emphasizing him as Wigglytuff’s right hand man(bird) and how much more competent he is than his pink leader? LIKE MAN THAT WOULDVE INSTANTLY REKINDLED MY LOVE FOR HIM. But what we got in main game was so much more disappointing.

2. Chatot doubling down on what he said.

Okay this MAY sound weird but hear me out. Having chatot still be distrustful until Brine cave would’ve, in my opinion, also been EONS better than him going “oh lol I trust them hehehe!!!!! I’m so silly!!!!” <<(accused two Pokémon they lied about the traumatic ass experience they went through.)

Have him still not trust a word they said. And that in turn comes with some actual consequence. (Like Wigglytuff being upset/disappointed in him and it driving a wedge between the two until Brine cave) Have him suffer some kind of consequence. Not some off screen rant he had w/ Team skull. Not some random sacrifice that’s disconnected with the stuff he done. A consequence that actually makes him realize “wait am i being an ass” before he continues to double down.

(I’m a sucker for characters doing bad things as long as they get consequences or try to make up for it.) (doesn’t have to be both at the same time.)

AAAND THATS PRETTYYY MUCH IT! I love Post-Game chatot a whole bunch and If I’m being honest???? I still like Chatot when he’s not being a colossal jackass.

I love that he’s stressed and snippy. I love that he’s trying his damn hardest to keep the guild running. I love that when h/p fail the graduation fight— he’s the one smiling towards them like a little shit. I love that he regards h/p in a positive light and acknowledges the good they did for the guild in the rare few moments he’s being honest with them.

It’s why I liked him at the start and near the end. The middle was just waaay too rocky for me. But on my replay of the game I’ll try to keep an open mind for the bird. I wanna give him a chance.

[sugartwst]

Benefit of the Deal

Azul x GN! Reader [Warnings: NSFW]

~AO3 Link~

After his overblot the Mostro Lounge's reputation needs a little help. After getting the idea on how to rebuild, Azul invites MC to a meeting where there is a bit of a misunderstanding...

Azul sighed, tapping his fork on his plate, too distracted by his own thoughts to eat. It seemed like every solution he came up with a wealth of new problems shot it down before he could even say it aloud.

“You know,” Jade began, a grin somewhere between innocent and sinister beginning to play on his face, “if you’re looking to build back trust with your consumers you should simply start with being honest with them.”

Floyd snorted, “Yeah! Tell them all you overblotted over a grade school class photo!” He suggested, his mouth full with half chewed food.

“What?! No— keep your voice down.” Azul bit, “-- and finish chewing before you speak.”

Floyd just opened his mouth wide, pushing around the half eaten mess in his mouth, loudly chewing. Azul grimaced and shook his head.

“Well if that’s not on the table, and people don’t trust you,” Jade pointed out, putting weight on the wound as he spoke, “You could just get someone more likable to be the face of the Mostro Lounge.”

Azul rolled his eyes, “Oh, like one of you?” He bit.

Jade chuckled, “I think we’re pretty darling, right Floyd?” 

Floyd had his tongue out at this point, still stuck on his first bit. At his name, he finally stopped the disgusting display, “Eh I don’t wanna do that. What about Shrimpy, everybody likes them.” He shrugged, going back to his lunch.

Azul furrowed his brow at the thought. It could work. People definitely did like them. 

“Ah the only trouble is they don’t owe me anything.” He grumbled, more to himself, “I’d have to make an offer.”

“I’m sure our conniving— I mean esteemed boss will figure something out, right Floyd?”

Floyd had finished eating and was licking his plate clean. Azul grimaced. 

…

Azul stood by the bar, watching the entrance to the Monstro Lounge. He had settled a list of what he was prepared to offer in exchange for their help rebuilding the Lounge’s reputation. He’d start with a simple offer of a salary and number of free drinks and meals while working, though was prepared to escalate his offer to academic aid and as a Hail Mary if nothing else worked… babysitting Grim. He cringed at the thought.

MC came to the door, the little monster at their heels. He’d had enough of that cat while he was employed at the Lounge... still, he smiled, “MC! Welcome. Great to see you.” He greeted, meeting them halfway.

“Hey— yeah good to see you too,” they chuckled, “What’s with the warm welcome?” Their tone was joking but still genuine. 

“Just glad to see you.” Azul grinned, brushing it off. He put a hand on their shoulder and looked down at Grim. The cat was glaring at him. Feeling the inside of his jacket he pulled out a small tin. “If you don’t mind I’d like to speak with you alone for a moment.” He lowered the tin to the monster. His eyes immediately turned sharp as he snatched the tin from him.

“Oh! These are the fancy sardines!” Grim shouted, holding the box up to show MC. They smiled and nodded, and Grim continued, “Yeah you can talk to them! I’ll be here!” He announced, jumping up onto a chair and opening the box.

Azul sighed, relieved the first part of his plan had gone without a hitch. His hand on their back, he led them through the Lounge into his office. Once inside he gestured for them to sit while he hung his coat on the rack. He was going for a less formal vibe. He’d thought they’d respond better to a more casual proposal rather than the professional contract signing they’d already seen once and ended badly. He had it all planned out. 

Leaning against his desk, he suddenly remembered why he didn’t go for the casual approach. He was bad at it. His grin was lopsided, his gaze anywhere but theirs, and even though he took off his jacket he felt warm. Mentally, he slapped himself. He’d been doing this for years and it was a simple proposal, help the Monstro Lounge, get paid and free food. Easy deal! Clearing his throat, he looked down to them. They were watching him, clearly waiting for him to start.

“Thank you for coming on such short notice!” He began, his voice a little more pitchy than he would have liked. 

They smiled, “No problem.”

The room was silent again, the ball in his court. God— why was this so difficult! Maybe because he was asking the person who both ruined his plans and fixed his shit to come back in and fix his shit again? It was a bit like groveling, wasn’t it? Azul bit his tongue, pulling himself back to focus.

“I wanted to… talk to you… about perhaps an arrangement between us?” Azul began, carefully choosing his words and looking back at MC. 

They nodded, their brow lowered, an apprehensive look on their face as they waited for him to finish. 

He backtracked, “I mean— we are friends, are we not?” He explained one hand gesturing vaguely while the other held onto his desk, white knuckled under his gloves. “I just think we could… benefit each other.”

MC’s eyes widened, their brow raised looking as though they’d just put something together. Azul paused, caught off guard by the reaction— he didn’t think he’d said enough for them to get the picture yet.

“You want to be… friends with benefits?” They asked.

Azul stopped, his mouth opened, but nothing came out. All of the sudden the room was unbearably hot, swelteringly hot. He’d said the wrong thing, the wrong words. He—

MC stood up, looking briefly behind them at the closed door and approached him confidently. They leaned against the desk, placing their hands on either side of him, one on top of his. Azul looked down at them, his eyes wide. 

“As long as you don’t make a contract about it, I’m down.” They huffed, grinning up at him.

Azul’s throat was tight, making it nearly impossible to talk but managed to squeak the word, “Okay.”

MC chuckled, “You’re cute when you’re nervous.”

“Oh.” He offered dumbly, his mind all but turned off as their arms reached around his neck, pulling him down to meet them. They had closed their eyes as their lips met, but he was still staring, frozen until something in his mind just clicked into place. Closing his eyes, he followed their lead, matching the pace they’d set. His hands fell on their hips sloppily. 

Azul hardly noticed as their fingers hooked behind his bow tie until they pulled away, dragging his tie with them. He lurched forward, his breath hiking in surprise. MC laughed, pulling him a few steps forward until they stepped to the side. Azul instinctively turned to them, playing into their plan as they pushed him backwards. The sound he made was… undignified as he fell back onto the couch. His face felt like it was burning, his glasses crooked as he looked back to them. They easily climbed onto his lap, kneeling on the sofa.

Running their fingers through his hair they pushed the hat off his head where it tumbled onto the floor.

“You’re shaking,” they cooed, grinning as they settled their weight onto his lap.

“I am not—” he began, though he realized he very much was shaking. “I…” he began, looking anywhere but them.

They just laughed and immediately he felt the hot spike of shame stab through his chest. Immediately he just wanted to run and hide, crawl away and never come out. Never be seen again. Of course they were laughing, he was a laughing stock— a fuck up— of course it was funny! Of course—

“Azul— Azul, I’m sorry,” they breathed, “Come on, please, I’m not laughing at you, I promise,” They began, their hands on either side of his face, thumb swiping under his eye. He didn’t realize he was tearing up or that he was near the verge of hyperventilating. “I just… laugh a lot when I’m excited.” They explained, chuckling a bit then biting their lip to stop themself. “I’m sorry, please don’t be upset. Do you want to stop?”

Azul paused, taking the moment to gather himself. This… was not what he set out to do. Not what the meeting was for and yet… he looked up to them, his hands gripping their hips for life— he’d be lying to say this wasn’t a favorable outcome. His breathing began to even out, his death grip loosened. He liked MC— everyone liked MC— mostly as a friend to his knowledge but he… he’d definitely thought about something like this. A far fetched fantasy before and now… their lips on his, their weight on his lap, the look in their eyes—  it was real. 

He shook his head, “No— no.” He brought his own hand up to dry his face. God this was awkward. “I’m sorry— I just…”

“It’s fine.” They offered, shrugging off his apology, “I mean… I’ve definitely cried during before. It’s… not a big deal. Happens to the best of us, y’know?”

Azul looked up at them, “Really?” Both confused and interested. 

They shrugged again, “It’s… not really that uncommon actually. Lot of emotions, lot of feelings, pretty easy to just start crying.”

“Oh.” He answered. He supposed that was actually somewhat comforting.

“But… if you want to continue…” they trailed off, their hands falling into his chest.

“Yes! Yes.” Azul coughed.

They smiled, “Okay.”

Leaning forward they met his lips briefly, but moved along quickly burying themself against his neck. Their fingers loosened his tie, tossing it aside and making quick work of the buttons. They trailed wet kisses down his neck until they were able to push his shirt off his shoulders. Diving below where they knew his shirt would cover they were rougher, dragging their teeth along his collar bone, leaving behind marks that would bruise and a thin sheen of saliva. 

Azul sighed with relief as his shirt fell from his shoulders, the cold air soothing hot skin. His hands followed from their hips down to their ass and under them where he squeezed the fat. MC bit down harder, forcing a small wine from his throat. He immediately bit his lip in reaction; however, it was a bit of a wasted effort as MC ground their hips into him. Azul gasped a strangled sort of moan. His hand shot up to cover his mouth as they repeated the motion. 

MC pulled back, resting their head on his shoulder. Whispering into his ear their breath was hot, “How am I supposed to know you’re enjoying yourself if you don’t tell me?” They hummed, their weight pressing into him again as their hand gently pulled his away from his mouth.

They reached their hand down cupping him over the thick fabric. Gently massaging they whispered, “You’re so cute.”

Azul flushed, a sudden spike of heat rushing to his pants, making them just unbearably tight. That… wasn’t something he knew affected him so much. MC giggled but took a deep breath to stop themself. 

“You like that sort of thing then?” They asked, he could feel them smiling against his neck. He just nodded. Was it that obvious?

Biting and kissing along his neck, they unbuttoned his pants. Carefully they pulled his waistband down until his member sprung up. Azul flinched as he was suddenly met with the cold air. 

Pressing a chaste kiss to his jaw, they whispered again, “What do you want to do?”

Azul took a moment to process the question, their hand on his thigh, rubbing circles dangerously close to the base. He couldn’t think of an answer to the question. He couldn’t think of anything really. It may have been a distressing feeling for an overthinker like him if he could think about it. 

“Uh,” his voice failed him, hitching as he spoke, “Whatever you want?”

“Ah— always a good answer.”

He’d gotten it right. Go him.

They pulled away for a moment removing their pants and underwear, the long dress shirt of uniform just barely long enough to cover them. Climbing back onto him, they ran their hand along him, their thumb just brushing over his head. Azul whimpered, his voice tight. They lined themself with him and slowly lowered themself down. 

Azul couldn’t help the instinct covering his mouth as a desperate moan escaped his lips, his other hand gripping their thigh like he was holding on for his life. Stealing themself on his shoulder, MC sighed, sinking further down on him. As they became more comfortable they ran their hand through his hair, grabbing a fistful of the silver locks at base of his skull, forcing his gaze up. They settled back on his lap, worrying their lip and losing a bit of their previously cool composure. Azul’s was long gone. 

His breath came out ragged and rough, wines mixed in anytime they moved even a bit. He bit his hand hoping to stop the slew of obscene noises rolling from him but only worked to muffle it. MC took a deep breath and began to move, their pace was slow but even then Azul wasn’t certain how much he could take. He already felt his head spinning. Lowering themself back to his lap Azul gripped them tighter. Their hands fell to his chest, nails digging into flesh as they rose again, this time quicker as they fell back. Their breathy moans were drowned by the intense sound of his. Muffled wines and whimpering filled the office, their intensity only increasing as MC moved faster.

He whimpered under them, uncovering his mouth he wined “I… MC I’m going to cum.”

“Yeah?” They cooed, “Hold on a little longer, okay? For me.” They hummed, capturing his mouth in theirs. They reached their hand down, pleasuring themself as they lowered themself a final time. MC gasped, hot into his mouth, their breath coming fast as they drew closer. Quickly, they pulled themself from Azul and the moment they did he couldn’t hold it in any longer. Waves of pleasure shot through him, his vision meddled with black dots around the edges as white hot ribbons of cum painted their undersides, dripping down their thighs. 

Resting their head on his shoulder, their hand pushed them the last bit over. Their legs shook, their breath coming hot and quick from their chest. Slow and careful, MC removed themself from him, picking up a nearby tissue box they cleaned off the mess. Redressing themself they looked back to Azul, still wide-eyed and hazy.

They smiled, a bit of pride stirring in their chest at the sight of the usually so collected business man totally disheveled, “Have fun?” They asked, handing him the box of tissues. He nodded.

“Hey… uh,” Azul hummed, collecting himself, “That was… the first time I… that I’ve had…” He trailed off.

“Oh…” They started, looking a bit lost for words, “ah… if I’d known that I would have tried to make it a bit more special.”

Azul just shook his head, trying to figure out how to argue that it was definitely special enough, but just sort of shrugged as he started fixing his uniform.

Picking up his hat from the floor, they dropped it sloppily on his head, “I’ll make it up to you some other time, hm?” They grinned.

“Another time?” Azul squeaked, then cleared his throat, “Uh— yeah. I mean you don’t have to make it up to me this was… this was good, but… another time would also be… good.”

“Good.” They chuckled. Azul fixed himself, standing up to tuck in his shirt and checking in the mirror to fix his hair as much as possible.“Oh, and by the way, I wanted to ask about picking up some shifts at the Lounge sometime? It would be nice to have a little money in case since— god knows Crowley doesn’t pay me.”

Azul’s eyes widened in the mirror. He turned to face them, “Of course— I’m more than happy to squeeze you in.” He smiled, “Throw in a free meal per shift.”

“Oh now you’re spoiling me,” they teased, “text me the schedule when you have it. I’m free in the evenings mostly.

Azul nodded. 

“I should go check on Grim.” They offered, standing by the door, “I’ll see you around though.” 

Azul nodded again, “Yeah. Great! Good.”

They chuckled and left, waving to someone nearby as the door shut behind them. Azul sat at his desk, reeling. He didn’t hear the door open, and shot up as Jade snickered, “So, how did your meeting go?”

[hedghost]

okay so you know how ella’s bf has a kid what do you think would happen if she asks lessi and her gf to baby sit while ella and joe are away how do you think it’ll go

ella’s boyfriend has a KID??! sorry imagining ella as a parent is sending me she’s literally like 12

anywayyy, back to it. (no clue how old joes kid is or what gender so i’m making it up) i think honestly, it’d go super well. ella would ask less and she’d agree immediately, mostly because she just loves kids anyway but also because she wants to get a look at how you act with children.

only then she’d panic a little on the way home - what if you don’t want to do it? what if you don’t like kids? and so she broaches the subject subtly, but of course you’d be immediately onboard.

ella would drop him off, and you’d be straight away thrilled. you’d have gone all out - buying kids snacks and games, planning activities or places to go. you’d take his hand and lead him into the living room, enthralling him with some game or something right off the bat. alessia would say goodbye to ella, and walk through to find the two of you lying on the rug, him chatting animatedly to you while you grin and and play with some cars or something with him.

alessia would lean against the door frame, smiling as she watches on. not for the first time, she’d imagine this scene in a few years, with a toddler of your own. her heart would melt, and she’d plop herself down next to you both, content to place a hand on your back and smile along.

as it continued though, she’d start to overthink. you were such a natural with him, but alessia started to hesitate. you were so good with kids, how could she compare? she’d feel a little awkward, too worried about the kid liking her to fully get involved with the game. kids of course pick up on this, so he’d gravitate more and more towards you. you wouldn’t notice, too engrossed in entertaining this cute little kid.

the more he seemed to prefer you - directing his words to you, holding out toys to you only, alessia would worry even more. kids were such a big responsibility- how could she ever do this? she knew she was renowned for being clumsy, and what if something happened when she was with a kid? what if she picked him up and tripped over, what if she broke one of his toys, what if she wasn’t paying attention and something happened?

eventually you’d start to notice that alessia seemed to be holding back a little. you knew alessia loved kids, so you’d be a little surprised how she seemed a little hesitant with him - she’d still be playing and chatting, but you’d know her well enough to sense a bit of unease in her eyes.

you’d go to the kitchen to fix him a snack, and you and alessia a cuppa. you’d mimic alessia’s earlier position, body leant against the doorframe, loved up smile as you watched him chat to alessia with ease. but still, you noticed how she seemed a little awkward, not quite the bubbly less you knew and loved.

the day would continue in much the same way. you’d make a note to check on alessia, but this kid is spirited as hell, and he’d keep most of your attention, which you honestly love. you don’t get much chance to be around kids his age like this, and so you’d relish the chance.

eventually he’d occupy himself with some toys, and you’d lean over to alessia and ask if she was alright - tell her that she seemed a little awkward.

alessia would hesitate, before confessing how she’s worried - worried she doesn’t know how to look after kids, worried the kid won’t like her. sure she interacts with children all the time - and loves it - but after watching how easy you interacted with him, how he’d taken an immediate liking to you, she was worried. her initial excitement had been replaced by doubt of whether she was fun enough, likable enough, - and then not to even mention the responsibility of looking after a toddler.

you’d give her a smile and roll your eyes . ‘it’s a three year old lessi, they love anyone’. she’d give a reluctant nod, and you’d realise the extent of her overthinking. you’d reassure her, tell her she had nothing to worry about, that the kid loved her already, that she was more than capable of taking care of a child. anything you could think of to ease her doubts.

‘seriously, i’ve seen you with kids - you’d be an amazing parent lessi’

she’d blush at that, and you’d realise the root of her worries - that she was really thinking about the future, with you, and the family you might build. you’d be able to read it in her expression, and even though you hated seeing her overthinking like this, you’d be thrilled to recognise that she wanted the same thing you did. sure, it’s a while off, but every day you were a little bit more sure that this, you and lessi and a baby in your home, was what you wanted. interacting with this kid was just the confirmation. lessi’s reaction to your comment would show you she was thinking the same thing, and you’d realise how she was worried you didn’t feel the same.

‘i can’t wait till we have kids’ you’d smirk, and lessi would just beam at you. you’d give her a few more reassurances, both of you never taking your eyes off the kid as he amuses himself with the toys, but your hands finding each other’s.

alessia would be calmer at that, more reassured, but you’d be able to tell she was still a little doubtful that the kid liked her. you’d decide on a course of action.

the walk to the park is short, and the three of you do it hand in hand. and then you’d bring out the secret weapon - a kiddie-sized football you’d purchased the day before.

watching lessi play football with this tiny excitable child - your heart would be on the verge of bursting. she’d relax into the familiar motions of a ball at her feet (much more gentle than usual of course) and before you knew it, lessi’s worries would melt away. with alessia like this, now carefree and fully invested in playing with him, this kid would become absolutely enamoured by lessi.

he’d be too tired to walk back, begging instead for a piggy back from less. she’d hold him super tight, grinning from ear to ear at the fact he’d asked for her specifically. the three of you would collapse onto the sofa, him curling up into alessia’s lap and falling asleep immediately. you and alessia would share a look, no words needed at all to know how the other was feeling, and what you were both envisioning for the future.

ella would turn up, letting herself in as she always did, expecting chaos, only to find the three of you cuddled up beneath the blanket, kids tv playing on low, lessi asleep on your shoulder with the kid asleep on her chest. you’d smile up at her, placing a finger to your lips and beckoning for her to sit down.

(ella would spend the next month begging to be godmother to your future babies)