#but comparing him to the pilot

[blubun0309]

I will never shut up about how seriously downgraded Alastor got in the Prime show. He's just so much worse as a character compared to his pilot version it's genuinely upsetting.

Not sure if y'all remember, but Alastor was fucking unhinged in the pilot. Full on insane. That's why many of us loved him. He was crazy, no doubt, but he had so much charm to him. His charming nature but still crazy personality was what made him so intriguing to me. The voice filter, line delivery, and expressive animation, accompanied with the memorable (and quotable) lines, as well as his story and what he had done, are what made him Alastor, The Radio Demon. The crazy cannibal who had done such horrific stuff that even the princess of hell was uncomfortable with him, all while putting on a smile. The insane counterpart to Charlie's sweet nature. He was just straight up evil. Everything about him screamed DANGER, and it was fabulous. And his godamn smile. His smile that never ever wavered. His smile that expressed so so much, either for better or for worse. Ugh, chills, literal chills.

And then there's the new Alastor. Who has none of these qualities. He simply doesn't feel like a delusional cannibal who smiles at the horrors. He feels like a washed-up version of that. And, I love Amir, no hate towards him, but Alastor's new voice doesn’t feel as expressive or as bone-chilling as the pilot version. They try to make him intimidating, and yes, that one scene with Husk gave me shivers, but that's just one scene. Nothing about this version of Alastor feels like his pilot version. Sure, he can be a bit unhinged at times, and they clearly have more plans for him in the future of Hazbin, but it's all nothing compared to Pilot Alastor. If I'm being real, he feels more like a Tumblr sexyman attempt than an actual character. Only it completely erased all of what MADE him so attractive to begin with. He has edgy dialogue, some charm to him, and is pretty much morally grey through and through. That's it. It's not even remotely close to the level of pure insanity that the pilot Alastor had.

Pilot Alastor was evil, crazy, funny, a maniacal asshole who didn't care about anyone but himself and only wanted to help Charlie for the sake of his own amusement. Prime Show Alastor is just a poorly made Tumblr sexyman who completely forgot about what made Alastor so appealing to begin with. He feels like a shell of his former self.

Characters like Pilot Alastor are such an endlessly fascinating concept to me, and I'm just really sad that the Prime show fumbled such an easy bag. They had the foundation all laid out for them and failed in execution...

But I'm a Hazbin Hotel + Helluva Boss fan, so I'm used to important things falling ass over backwards like this.

[thinwhitedoc]

SHERLOCK | Martin Freeman as John Watson

[mobius-m-mobius]

mobius in season one // loki in season two (insp)

[lambmotifz]

thinking about the way sam’s behaviour changes when he’s possessed and during his addiction/relationship with ruby (which is analogous to possession), especially when dean isn’t around. he becomes aggressive and far more masculine. according to carol clover “female body almost always serves as a portal, susceptible to the infiltration of evil” and “portal possessed by a demonic influence often becomes increasingly masculine during this time, often to the point of toxic masculinity”. “toxic masculine behaviours are a sign of demonic possession, of the change that has taken place within the feminine portal due to the infernal invasion” (examples: regan of the exorcist (1973), linda of witchboard (1987) and arnie cunningham of christine (1983), who become “increasingly foulmouthed, hostile, aggressive - indeed, macho”)

something something sam’s true/unpossessed nature is feminine

[theotherbuckley]

Another reason Buck just thought he was a really good Ally is that Eddie literally took him on a whole ass romantic date but like as friends so how was he supposed to know.

[ouroborosorder]

it's very interesting that people talk about the dehumanization of pilots in armored core 6 but no one really talks about the dehumanization of AI and Coral which i think are also extremely dense and extremely thematically critical

[theagenes]

The record might have been equaled but it can never be done in the same fashion nor with the same passion. Brazil 2013 will always be special, and so will he. 🤍

Ryan O'Connel / Carol Ann Duffy

[no1ryomafan]

I will always laugh about how SVN Ryoma is based off of Go manga Ryoma in terms of design cause the personality whiplash will never not crack me up.

SVN Ryoma is one of few Ryomas who actually got away from the Getter for good and gets to live his life, you can tell just by the little we see of him that while he still got his fighting spirit he’s so happy and mellow and is definitely a Ryoma you can chill with-

But Go Manga Ryoma is dead inside and will beat the shit out of you if you do something to fuck with his students or simply mention his past yet he’s the one Ryoma to actually sleep with someone

[suns-blood]

Fuck if I think about the lore for too long the Implications start to loom over me and then I want to do nothing except lay down

[faceeeeee]

Jax is very gay to me but if they ever cave and give him a wife i hope shes really butch and stinky. You know. To contrast his twinkish charms. I hope shes the strongman of the circus too. Hes the side of a cell phone compared to her.

As much as I enjoy some of the different ships people come up with I always interpret them as alternate/ hypothetical situations and I don't really think he should have a canon partner (also given by the fact that goose herself said that there will be no romance in the series).So in regards to this hypothetical ship....

It's still kind of a funny thought but I don't think it would really work?? I would agree if Jax was a snobby know it all with an ego the size of the universe and that could make for some interesting interactions with a 3 meter titan of a gal that towers over him and grabs him around (think of "My girlfriend is an orc warlord" by Marko Raassina). Then I would be all for it but because I see Jax as a real piece of shit who craves for control I think this supposed gal would punch the ever living shit out of him.

[inkyminx]

I’ve been watching a SRW 30 playthrough (cause I don’t personally have the game yet)—

And literally it’s just Koji being the dad of the gang, Hyoma being the baby brother and Ryoma being the asshole older brother tormenting him.

I approve, I love them so much.

[rimouskis]

I'm going to preface this story by saying: I don't necessarily believe in karma, but

I may have been walking through today with a vague sense of disbelief tainted with unkind smugness after my tiktok fyp was flooded with poor fans who tried to get presale ticket to one mr n. kahan's new tour only to find that demand was through the roof and GA pit tickets were seriously going for $300, in presale, and even the "worst" tickets in the lawn were going for $70

and while I undoubtedly think it's deeply unethical for both platforms (thanks ticketmaster) and artists to allow such dramatic ticket cost inflation, I also generally don't relate...

I (VERY LUCKILY) gravitate towards smaller acts, and the most I've paid for a ticket all year has been, like... $90 for a ticket to beyonce, which got cancelled and I was refunded lol. if I look back at all my receipts from shows this year, most have been around $50/ticket after fees, and several have been closer to $20. my favorite show I've seen all year was a $15 ticket.

it's mostly luck—I tend to like smaller acts, and I've been seeing mainly rock acts this year, and those tickets simply don't run as high as pop acts. and part of me is honestly very grateful that I haven't been swept into any of the really recent huge acts.

I think of all the people scrabbling for boygenius or taylor swift tickets and how much money they've had to shell out... how a lot of them don't even GET to see the acts they want to see because they've been priced out or tickets sold out. I can't remember the last time a show I wanted to go to sold out lol. maybe bastille in london?

and again, it's just a matter of luck that I'm not really into any of these megastars and therefore don't have to compete in the gladiator arena to try to see shows I want to see, but sometimes luck manifests as a feeling of self-satisfaction, you know? who among us hasn't experienced a little self-superiority from time to time.

look, if YOUR tiktok was flooded with people saying concerts have been awful since 2021 (including rock and metal shows), but every concert YOU'VE been to since 2021 was amazing and the crowds were really good and you always got tickets and it never broke the bank, you'd feel pretty validated in your choice of musicians and the crowds they attract too, alright?? sue me! I felt frugal AND undeservedly clever!

anyways back to karma. guess who got invited and subsequently agreed to shell out $70 to sit in a lawn and listen to mr. n. kahan sing. I'll give you a hint, her tumblr username starts with an r and ends with an s

[adobongsiopao]

Jane's brain in 1983 version: Do not pet stranger's dog.

Also Jane's brain in 1983 version: MUST. PET. ADORABLE DOGGY!

[minamotoz]

just peeped the first episode of school spirits on paramount.....i fear my theory is correct, spencer macphersons career peaked with the role of hunter hollingsworth

[khioneee]

TAPPING OUT

synopsis. caleb graduates from the academy, but when you unexpectedly tap him out, a tradition where loved ones step forward to formally release a pilot from their duty, he realizes no achievement compares to having you by his side. (based on this.) word count. 1.1k an. loved doing this for codghost so i might as well do it for this man. lets pretend they have the tradition in their universe. okay? okay.

caleb stood in the crowd, his posture rigid and form still with precision despite the celebration around him. cheers echoed through the room, but they sounded distant, muffled. he watched as pilots, one by one, were tapped out by their loved ones. parents embracing their children, lovers reuniting in tearful hugs.

his chest tightened as his eyes scanned the room. he was waiting for gran, the one person he knew would come. gran had always shown up, had always been his anchor. he learnt not to expect anything more, not to hope for anyone else.

but then, like a shift in the universe, caleb felt you before he saw you.

when you stepped into the room, it was as if the entire world faded away. time slowed, the noise dimmed, and the lights seemed to soften, catching on the edges of your features. you looked beautiful, achingly so. heartbreakingly out of reach. you weren’t supposed to be here, not after the fight, not after the cruel words you’d both thrown at each other before he left.

you moved toward him with purpose, cutting through the room like you were meant to be there all along.

caleb couldn’t breathe. he couldn’t think.

his hands trembled at his sides as he watched you close the distance between you. he could act all stoic, but his heart didn’t feel stoic enough to make him calm.

when you stopped in front of him, there were tears already brimming in your eyes. his carefully constructed control, unshakable during training, steadfast through every grueling challenge, began to crumble.

caleb had faced impossible physical challenges, the grueling expectations of training, and the endless psychological evaluations that pushed him to the edge. but none of those had broken him nearly like you did. you, standing here, looking at him like that.

you were his undoing.

you should be his first sign. the first sign that there was something wrong with him. because you were his obsession. the one he was slowly losing control over.

caleb was not allowed to fall in love with you.

he trembled as your fingers brushed against his, tapping him out of his frozen misery. the soft touch was meant to symbolize recognition, acknowledgment. but to caleb, it was so much more.

you were here. you were real.

there was no second-guessing, no hesitation. before he could stop himself, his arms were around you, pulling you into him with a force that left him breathless. a strangled sigh escaped his lips and found its home in the crook of your neck, right where your heart beats: friends, friends, friends.

he held you like a man drowning, and you were the only thing keeping him afloat. he felt the soft shake of your shoulders, the warmth of your tears against his neck, and he couldn’t hold back any longer.

‘i didn’t think you’d come,’ he whispered, his voice low and raw, breaking under the weight of his emotions. you pulled back slightly, just enough to meet his eyes. there was something in his gaze, but before you could respond, he spoke again, quieter this time, like a vow. ‘i’ll never let you go.’

the words made you shiver. they were so soft you almost didn’t catch them.

‘you can try,’ you joked, your voice trembling slightly as you tried to lighten the mood. a nervous laugh escaped as you gently pushed against his chest, pretending to escape his embrace. ‘you love me, i get it.’

but caleb didn’t loosen his hold. instead, he pulled you closer, his lips brushing against your temple. there was a quiet laugh, quiet and unsteady, before he murmured, ‘you have no idea, pipsqueak.’

his voice was filled with something raw, something deeper than you could fully understand. it wasn’t just love. it was obsession, devotion, a yearning that had no end.

you smelled like honey. like the same thing you’d been smelling your entire life that made you feel like home in a way that hotels and dorm beds could never manage.

he reached into his pocket and pulled out the small, shining pin they’d given him for finishing aerospace academy. it gleamed in the light, a symbol of everything he’d fought to achieve. without a word, he placed it carefully in your palm.

your fingers brushed his as you took it, and the touch sent sparks up his arm. with careful, deliberate precision, you pinned it to his chest. caleb didn’t move, his gaze fixed on you, watching every motion, every soft touch of your fingers against his uniform.

‘they should give you a medal instead for doing so well,’ you teased softly, smiling up at him.

once the pin was secure, you smoothed down his uniform, your fingers lingering against the fabric. it was such a small gesture, but it felt so intimate that caleb’s breath hitched.

he tried his best not to be frantic, but it was almost impossible when he was overloaded with want, want, want, and with the feeling that this might not happen again, with the fear that if caleb thought about it too hard, he’d stop himself before he did too much.

he couldn’t stop himself any longer. leaning down, he kissed your cheek, his lips lingering on your skin. he didn’t move away immediately, letting the moment stretch as he closed his eyes, savoring the warmth of you.

he felt like a criminal on the run, but it was too good to withdraw from. so, he overdosed on unrequited love.

when he finally pulled back, there was a soft, almost shy smile on his lips. his voice was low, but full of meaning. ‘i already have my reward.’

you looked up at him, your cheeks warm, his cap still sitting crooked on your head. for a moment, neither of you spoke, and the weight of everything unsaid lingered between you.

and caleb, looking at you, standing there with your fingers still on his uniform, knew it was the absolute truth. you didn’t realize it, but you were the center of his universe. his greatest test, his deepest weakness, and the one thing he could never, ever let go of.

i’m a fool, he decided. damned in the bits of exhaustion at pulling and pushing at whatever’s left of trying.

the noise of the crowd finally broke through the haze, the sound of laughter and celebration pulling you both back to the present. caleb stepped back slightly, watching as you adjusted his cap, your smile soft but hesitant.

you didn’t have to know the struggle he’d endured to get here, the battles he’d fought within himself.

you were his obsession. his reason for everything. and he was losing control, but he didn’t care. because having you here, now, was all that mattered.

[no1ryomafan]

I do not bother to check if Getter and Big O ever interacted in SRW because I’m so use to the other mechas I like being in the same game as getter but being so different that they never have any story reasons to have interactions since Getter is only ever allowed to interact with mazinger, OG gundam and any other combiners + it’s all in untranslated hell so I won’t even know wtf was said if there WERE interactions but god damn it I keep rotating a scenario where Roger negotiates to get Ryoma out of jail even though I know for a fact that DIDNT happen despite how many times they used arma and how Z2 actually adapted it fucking correctly for once but it’s just so funny to imagine.