#he is literally described as ''cool but rude''

[thankchaosforspellcheck]

#SEE NO BECAUSE#HE IS JUST LIKE 87 RAPH#GRABS YOU BY THE SHOULDERS. HE'S SNARKY#HE'S SURPRISINGLY OBSERVANT#AND! AND! HE HELPS WITH RESPONSIBILITY FROM THE BACK END (BEFORE HE'S APPOINTED LEADER)#87 RAPH IS ALL OF THOSE THINGS. THEY'RE BOTH SMART. THEY'RE SO SIMILAR.

GRABS YOU BY THE SHOULDERS BACK

that is the exact point I'm trying to make here thank u so much for seeing my vision

Rise!Leo: *Makes a dumb pun in the middle of a tense situation*

2012!Mikey: He's just like me fr.

2007!Mikey: He's just like me fr.

2003!Mikey: He's just like me fr.

1987!Mikey: Wow, he's just like Raph!

All Other Mikeys: *Turns to 87 & just stares*

[hirayaea]

I saw you post about Xavier's personality. Could you explain what is the main difference between each dub?

I can only speak regarding my thoughts for the JP and EN as they’re the only languages I’m fluent in among the ones available in LADS!

in the EN dub, xavier’s tone is baseline very gentle. the cadence of his voice is almost always soothing, and even when he’s angry, he sounds very graceful and the language he uses is still quite proper

in the JP script, xavier sounds very self-assured and confident, almost to the point of being aloof. however, he is still extremely endearing, but only in select moments, and only to mc. he’s so absolutely cold to jeremiah but it’s played for laughs! this means, his baseline tone, even on normal conversations with mc, is very confident. i’ve said it before, he talks to mc like how an older boy would be speaking to a younger girl, or how a boyfriend would address their girlfriend. he is not rude, but he is not polite—this is something i have to point out over and over, because when people describe xavier as docile i feel like i have to draw the line because not only does it not match his characterization—there is a reason why xav isn’t submissive. it’s because he is royalty, and he commands respect. the jp dub shows this personality more, especially when he’s angry. he literally sounds like he’s going to burn the entire place down (no joke) when he adapts an angry tone in jp. also the way he talks to jeremiah is so obviously of someone who is used to ordering other people around (but endearingly because we know he loves jemmy)

anyway there are really a million things to say about how stark some of the differences are— but I do understand why it’s difficult to be consistent with this!there are certain nuances that only exist in the jp language and culture and the jp localization team is definitely fitting seiya into the cool jp boyfriend trope so it can appeal to the fans (and my gosh it is working!!!)

i could comment on specific cards in general if you’d want to know more OP but as for a general comment this is what I can say :)

[elliewithcellie]

Rite of Passage

summary: steve takes care of you after a date gone horribly wrong (roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader)

wc: 2.0k

cw: results of the date which is not described, but understood to be sexual assault, Please use your discretion (marked in the tags so it can be filtered), steve stays platonic, he is the comfort in the hurt/comfort, reader takes a bath, semi-graphic description of injuries, angst but fluff in how steve cares so much for reader. PLEASE let me know if I'm missing anything

a/n: this is not for the faint of heart. it has been in the vault since 2022 just as a kind of a coping thing. it's one of the stories i revisit and literally just cry rereading, but maybe it can be helpful to others. this is just one way one can react to this sort of incident. everyone's own reactions are valid, and i love you.

It could happen to anyone. Almost every girl experiences it, some sick rite of passage to prove that you are a woman. To remind you that you are still inferior, second class, an object to be used. Then these women share their stories so nonchalantly, in passing, and in response to their friends’ stories. Some don’t share at all. Some bottle it up and smile through the pain anyway, now nothing behind her once vibrant eyes.

But you never really thought it would happen to you. Not that you were invincible or immune or reckless; it’s just not something that anyone can fully comprehend. You’d been told to smile more. You’d been objectified or ignored. You thought that put you on the list already.

You thought he was a sweet guy. You wished you listened to Steve. You had laughed at his suggestion to “at least bring him back to the apartment.” You were so embarrassed at the thought of making out with some guy while Steve hid in the other room. And you didn’t want your date to know that you lived with another guy. But all that seemed so insignificant now.

You had to walk home. Your teeth chattered in the drizzling rain, your gait slightly wider than usual. You crossed your arms and bit down on your lip hard, a desperate attempt at a distraction. Not a single car passed you on your trek home. The darkness consumed you. The silence betrayed you. With your phone now dead, making it to your apartment was the only hope filling your heart. You prayed that Steve hadn’t waited up for you. You just wanted to be alone.

You fiddled with your keys as you approached the locked door. You didn’t realize how much your hands were shaking. You struggled for a few more moments, begging for the strength to get inside without crying, when the door opened for you.

“Y/N! I’ve been calling you for like an hour! Where have you been?” Steve guided you inside. He attempted to take your jacket from you, but you jerked his hand off of you.

“Don’t! Don’t touch me.” Your voice quivered at the end of your sentence.

Steve lifted his hands and closed the door behind the both of you. “Sorry, I didn’t – I – you’re soaked, hon. Did—did you walk here?”

You nodded. You felt overwhelmed, anger rising to cover your tracks. “Can you just fucking cool it with the questions? My phone died. I walked here. I’m wet 'cause it’s raining. Just—just leave me alone.”

You shoved him out of your way with your shoulder and stormed to your room. You had never acted this way toward him, toward anyone. People knew you to be kind, gentle, and sometimes blunt, but never rude or aggressive. But you felt that part breaking right in front of your eyes. You were confused. You couldn’t comprehend what was happening, that this was happening.

You plugged in your phone. You paced around your room for your phone to light up again. When your phone turned back on, you checked for his number. He had already blocked you.

Your lungs boiled. Your body vibrated with rage. The impulse to scream grew stronger and stronger by the second. So, you did. A guttural, soul-clutching scream escaped your throat. Tears stained your cheeks. You felt your destruction in your hands, transferring the havoc condemned to you to your room. You threw your books, kicked your chair, and flipped your mattress, bawling and yelling through it all. You punched your pillow over and over until hands gathered you in their arms. You fought the arms, but the hold was tight.

“Hey, it’s me. It’s Steve. Relax. I’ve got you. You’re ok. You’re safe. You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

You sank into his touch and wept. Destruction left your body and devolved into devastation. Your body suddenly so heavy, you slumped to your knees, Steve following right behind you and still holding you close.

You couldn’t be sure how long you stayed on the floor of your bedroom. But Steve held you with the same force he did from the very start. He wasn’t going anywhere. You cried until you lost your energy, tears still streaking your face. You couldn’t even hold yourself up anymore. You were glad that you had Steve to lean on.

“How can I help?” Steve asked. You didn’t respond. You couldn’t process such an open-ended question. It seemed that Steve understood that. “Water is supposed to help relax people. What if I fill up the tub for you? You can rest in there, and I’ll grab some clothes for you. How does that sound?”

You nodded, not yet able to find your voice. Steve gently lifted you up, and the two of you walked to the bathroom.

You sat on the closed toilet as Steve crouched by the tub, testing the water with his hand. When the tub filled, he stood up and headed toward the door. “I’ll leave your clothes by the door, ok?”

He opened the door, and your stomach flipped. “Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Please, I don—Can you stay?”

Steve’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink. He closed the door behind him and nodded. “Uh, yeah, ok.”

The two of you sat in silence. You didn’t ask for him not to look. You didn’t start to change. You didn’t move, a haze falling over you. The weight of horror and defeat pulled you down.

“Y/N?”

Your eyes snapped up to Steve’s. “Sorry. I’m just tired.”

“Do you—would you like some help?” Steve’s voice shook as if you were made of glass and one misstep would shatter you.

All you could do was nod. You shuffled out of your jacket as Steve untied your shoes and removed your socks, still damp from the rain. He rose to his knees to meet you at eye level. He patted your arm, and you lifted them halfway into the air, as much as you could muster. Steve carefully pulled your shirt over your head, officially crossing a line the two of you never even toed.

And what Steve saw broke his heart. Blue and green bruises in the shape of fingertips wrapped around your neck. More, less cohesive shapes scattered across your chest down to the top of your hip bones where the waistband of your pants sat.

“Oh my god,” he whispered. He sat in observation, conflict brewing within him. The more he looked, the angrier he got. His shame screamed for him to look away, to salvage the friendship you both have and remain a ‘gentleman’. But the true friend in him wanted to document every bruise on your body, to share the knowledge in your pain, and to lighten the load in any way possible. This part fueled him to continue.

“Stand up for me, please.”

You paused. Your heart began to pound, and you found it harder and harder to breathe. You started to feel dizzy.

Steve took your face in his hands and had you look at him. “Breathe. You’re ok. Breathe with me. In…and out.” You matched the rhythm that Steve set and took deep breaths. You collected yourself under Steve’s gaze, but you were still a little overwhelmed.

“I’m here for you, ok? Whatever you need just say it. Need me to turn around, I will. Need me to leave? I can. But I think you need to get cleaned up, ok? You think you can do that? What do you need from me?”

You thought for a moment. Your brain felt jumbled, like crossed wires scrambling messages. Steve sat at your knees patiently while you considered what you wanted.

“Let’s—let’s just get it over with,” you sighed, a dry laugh forced from your diaphragm.

You stood up with what strength you had left, resolving to lean your body weight on Steve’s shoulders as he kneeled beneath you.

He wasted no time in unbuttoning your pants, desperate to not make a scene of it. He glided your pants to your ankles, and you stepped out of them while using Steve to balance. He stood up and guided you into the water. As you stepped in, the dried blood between your thighs sucked the air out of Steve’s lungs. Now he felt dizzy. Now he felt rage. He could only have guessed, but now he was certain. His eyes stung as he blinked back tears.

“I—I’ll be right back,” he said, turning away from you.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m gonna grab those clothes for you. I’ll be right back. I promise.” He tore out of the bathroom, his tears now falling freely. He was gonna kill him. He was gonna kill that man if it was the last thing he did. He paced the halls debating on grabbing his bat. His blood boiled. Steve didn’t know what to do. He stormed into your room but was quickly reminded of the destruction that already took place. His temper cooled back down. You were his priority. You needed his attention. You needed him. He took a deep breath and collected all of your favorite cozy clothes.

He wiped his tears before knocking. A weak ‘come in’ responded. Steve opened the door. You had already begun draining the tub as you reached for your towel from your seated position. Steve grabbed the towel and pulled you up to your feet. He wrapped you up and did what he could to dry you. Then he helped you into your sweats and socks before guiding you to his room.

“What are we doing?” you asked.

“Well, your bed is kind of indisposed at the moment,” Steve chuckled. “So, you can sleep here for now, ok? I’ll be on the couch if you need me.” The truth was he planned on cleaning your room and putting it back together. He knew it was late, but a fresh start in the morning was sure to allow things to move forward a little easier, right?

“You don’t have to. I can sleep on the couch; it’s fine.”

“Please, I insist.”

“It’s your bed.”

“Well, then, at least stay with me. I want you comfortable. I want you to get some sleep tonight.”

“Are you sure?”

“Only if you are.”

“I think I’d like that, actually.” You tried to smile, but you were much too tired.

“Come on, then.” Steve smiled. He held your hand as he led you to his bed. He pulled the covers back, and you slipped in, Steve following close behind.

The room was dark and silent, two things that again began to trouble you. You stared up at the ceiling, trying to keep your composure. Steve, too, stared up at his ceiling fan, all too conscious of the space between the two of you, hoping you were comfortable, or at least relaxed enough to fall asleep.

“You were right,” you whispered, your lip beginning to quiver.

Steve’s ears perked up. “Huh? What do you mean?” He turned his body to face you, his arm propping up his head.

“You knew he was bad news. I should have listened.”

“No, no. No. You couldn’t have known. I didn’t know. You did nothing wrong. Okay? Look at me. You did nothing wrong.”

You nodded in the dark, the silence continuing to settle around you. You wanted to believe him; you really did. But fragments of memories struck your nerves, all too vivid and all so wrong to be truly convinced.

“Why did this happen to me, Steve?” Your voice broke. Steve pulled you into his chest as you cried for the second time this evening. He stroked your hair as he held you close, failing to keep his own tears at bay.

“I’ve got you, sweet girl. I’ve got you. I’m gonna keep you safe from now on, you got that? You can count on me.”

“Thank you,” you whispered.

The room eventually grew quiet and still, the only sounds the heavy breaths leaving both of you. Steve kept his promise, holding you in his arms and keeping you safe the entire night.

[feroluce]

While he doesn't quite confirm it in canon (he could technically still just be kidding about BOTH parts and his right eye is fine), I love the thought that Boothill actually did lose his right eye based on his "Knowledge" voiceline.

Because after this line, I actually did go back to rewatch his trailer, and yeah. Even when Boothill is literally flipped upside-down, his bangs stay in place. We never see the right side of his face to confirm it one way or the other.

EDIT: So it turns out you CAN see juuuust enough of his right eye under his hair in-game to confirm it's there and looks the same as his left. I am going to promptly file this under canon things I choose to ignore because hc is more fun, but wanted to add this in because I don't like spreading misinformation. Thank @ultigoblin for the info everyone!

And obviously being a Galaxy Ranger comes with a lot of opportunities to lose body parts. Especially given the people he's after, I would not be surprised at all to find out Boothill lost it in some bounty hunting gone wrong haha

But my personal favorite thought is that he lost it during the rebellion on Aeragan-Epharshel.

Boothill brushes aside what happened to his home, he'll openly say it's gone now but after that he just kinda moves on. He doesn't say what happened to it, and I'm sure he would gloss over the loss of his body and his eye the same way. And combined with how he always talks about himself as a Galaxy Ranger, always about the here and now, I feel like it's kinda easy to forget sometimes that oh, right.

This guy fought in warfare.

His character stories don't go into detail either, but it IS described as guerilla warfare. And it makes it clear there was a large technology gap between the IPC and Aeragan-Epharshel. It's possible they didn't have the means for things like cybernetic prosthetics- or if they did, it would have become harder to implement them during a rebellion, with the IPC breathing down their necks.

And I feel like in order to have a cybernetic prosthetic put in, the wound probably has to be healed a certain way. Like it takes medical intervention. There's a whole plan and procedure for it. And especially if Aeragan-Epharshel didn't have that technology in the first place, Boothill wouldn't have had the chance to heal it that way. Like it healed fine, just not in a way that allowed a cybernetic replacement.

So when one of the IPC shot out his right eye (with a "warning shot" of all things), it was pretty much already a given that he was going to be blind on that side from then on.

When he forced the procedure to change his body, there was nothing they could do for that empty right socket. To this day, it's still sealed over with a patch...probably with something rude drawn on it smzjmsmsks

And even though Hoyo is always giving really cool unrealistic designs for eyes, I do like to think his left eye is a cybernetic- that's what the crosshair is there for. It's to make sure Boothill's aim stays consistent and as good as it is when he's in top shape, even through pain or hindered vision. Like it's an aide, yes, but the skill is all his from years of hard work.

But even with all the replacements, all of the upgrades.

Behind that crosshair, he made sure to keep the natural color of his own eyes.

[valeskawhore]

VOX

HAZBIN HOTEL! RANDOM THOUGHTS.

I’m hitting on Sherlock Phones yall.

Someone help this man.

Someone PLEASE help this man.

Let's be real with ourselves lonely sinners, vox is not the man we need but he is the man we fawn for. I’ve done a lot of research on his character, his voice actor, his background and his main focus in hazbin hotel just to come up with the most canon version I can write him as.

He is NOT “that guy”. Vox is conniving, manipulative, egotistical, rude,and has been described as not “a nice person” by Vizi herself.

I'm pretty sure he was the “where my hug at?” guy back in college for computer science and theater arts. The guy who no one liked; laughed at not with and continuously thought that everyone was intimidated by him because no one wanted to approach him. Yet it was really because— No one thought he was cool whatsoever.

Of course this man took dance lessons and acting classes, his mind is quite literally a computer even back when he was alive. Vox understands the concept behind “good television” and how to appease his audience.

The lack of attention in his life to early childhood/adulthood was made up when he became a TV host. Vox wanted everyone to love him just so he could push them away and be this “Awesome guy who's too busy and successful for everyone”.

He totally speaks to everyone like they are 4-12 years old. Someone could be older than him, taller, or stronger and he’s just going to immediately deem them imperior to him because of his success.

“My dear, whatever could be the problem?”

“Awe cupcake, are you sad? panties in a twist? Is your bra too tight or are you just going through shark week?”

Vox will literally say one phrase when he knows things aren't going his way.

“Let’s think about this.” Not TALK– THINK. Let's THINK about this.

And darling, he’s not talking to himself but to you and again, immediately placing you underneath him–trying to have you use that “big brain of yours”

This man will plant shit in your head causing you to draw conclusions about things so you can focus entirely on what HE wants. As done with Valentino in episode 2 SE1; when valentine is flipping his shit and all vox does is control the situation.

He’ll flip his shit, igniting fear into the person he’s talking to, allowing the victim to find him ‘scary’ enough to break into submission and shut their mouth.

He’ll take this time to plant thoughts into their head. “What do you think going half cocked around hell to find angel dust will do to our image?”---”U-uh.. fuck it up?” DING DING DING. “Good boy/girl”

And then praise when they come to their “senses” (What he wants them to do)

“Such a big brain you have, you’re so smart.”

“Aren't you a pretty doll? hm?”

“That’s right baby, I knew you had it in you.” No he didn’t, you surprised him but he’s gonna take on the ‘caring best man role’ to cover up his surprise.

He gets hard easily. Don't ask me how I know, I just do.

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ok so I really wanna write like a whole freaking series of events for him, just one shots and I’m interested in all kinds of ideas, these are really just random thoughts that came to my mind while writing. If you guys like the way I write him or the ideas I present— totally let me know if I should continue my obsession with this man.

[lit3rally-m1ke-whlr]

guys I accidentally deleted the essay I wrote in my drafts bc I’m an idiot (I’m crying) so I’m just gonna summarize in less words bc whatever I’m not typing several more paragraphs on this. Anyway I just had to say that I feel like there’s an ableism problem in the Stranger Things fandom. Either that or this fandom just doesn’t like when characters show obvious neurodivergent traits. We see this with El being either infantilized or deemed annoying by fans when she’s clearly developmentally impaired and autistic because she struggles with understanding social cues and just wants to be normal and fit in like everyone else. She was raised in a lab, obviously she’s going to be immature and not have a strong handle on her emotional responses to things, and you don’t have to like her but it kinda sucks that she’s being hated for these things when I can relate to her so much. We also see this with Mike, and I feel like the people calling him the worst character are forgetting he’s literally just a teenage boy dealing with trauma. Like it’s as if they were never a teenager before because trust me I was just like Mike at that age if not worse. I’ll admit I used to hate him too but maturing is realizing the reasons people dislike Mike can easily be explained by either internalized homophobia or neurodivergence. He’s a bad friend? It’s because he’s trying so hard to appear straight and struggles to balance his relationships in a healthy manner, and he often speaks before thinking about how what he’s saying comes across to others, which is something many autistics/ people with ADHD do, not because we mean to hurt others but we can often be blunt or brutally honest and come across as rude (or even just lash out when we feel attacked or hurt as a way to defend ourselves but it often comes out harsher than we want it to) in my experience. He’s a bad boyfriend? He’s actually not and even then it’s because he’s gay and not in love with El but just doesn’t want to lose her. Besides he doesn’t have a great model for what a loving relationship looks like because of his parents so he may not be able to differentiate between romantic and platonic love and stays in a relationship that he’s clearly not happy in because of societal pressure to appear straight and it would be suspicious (in his mind) if they broke up because a) El literally is the coolest girl on the planet, how could he not love her and b) he loses his cover and people might start to notice and question his lack of attraction to girls. But not only that, he clearly struggles with describing and expressing his emotions or recognizing those of others (aka alexythemia) which is common in autistic people. So if he didn’t notice El’s obvious discomfort at the skating rink that’s probably why, and it’s also why he couldn’t tell her he loved her (bc it was a lie but I digress).

But perhaps the best example and the reason I decided to make this rant post is Robin’s character in s4. I remember seeing so many people saying that once the writers decided to make her lesbian they realized they didn’t know what to do with her character, some even going as far as to say they made her ditzy and stripped her of her coolness, which basically proves my point about y’all (as in the fandom in general) not liking ND people because god forbid we unmask around you, it’s no wonder so many of us feel afraid to be our true selves in front of other people. It’s almost as if she was hiding behind a persona to seem more normal and not draw unwanted attention to herself because she’s a lesbian, and once she came out to Steve and was accepted she… didn’t have to do that anymore? She felt more comfortable and safe around him to show her true personality? I don’t know but there’s something off about the way people are acting like she’s suddenly dumb or just there for comedic effect in s4 when she’s literally been so useful like she’s the one who realized music could save victims from being possessed by vecna. She’s literally the same except now she’s out to someone and she gets nervous when it comes to girls she likes, big fucking deal. Not only is this mischaracterization ludicrous and flat out wrong but it’s quite upsetting to see as someone who can relate to Robin in season 4 and is also autistic. Yes, not everyone with autism is like that but some are and to say she’s no longer cool because of it just enforces the perception of autistics as weird and unlikeable just for simply being themselves and makes us feel like we can only be liked or taken seriously if we keep the mask on.

look at me I said I would keep it brief this time but I still ended up writing an entire wall of text on this anyway lol thanks for coming to my Ted talk ig

[konaanaria13]

Text me when your Free

Chapter four

Tom Riddle x Reader

Warnings: SEX. Smut, kissing, dirty talk, pining, hickeyyysss. A lot of smut. Suggestive talking i never know how to describe it haha. DID NOT CHECK FOR GRAMMER MISTAKES SO BUCKLE UP.

Tom being kinda hurt that Reader never considert him as a partner... bits of angst like tiny itsy bit. Uh yh. Also softy Tom and meany Tom.

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Hogsmead?

I've got detention at four

But until then yeah

Cool meet me at 9.

Oh and bring a coat

Nooo it doesn't look good

With my outfitt

Bring. A. Coat.

Shush

I did infact not bring a coat, i mean i was wearing a sweater and mid november really wasn't supposed to be this cold, and i had tried to shiver quietly but in the end I was walking into rosmertas with his coat wrapped around me, Tom was holding a bag of quills and sweets we had purchased not showing any signs of feeling cold or bothered.

"So i told her to mind her own fucking bussiness I mean i'm not a charity shop to just take everything right? So this bitch actually has the audacity to talk again and get this-" we took a seat at the table in the back, I placed his jacket around my seat and pulling my skirt down to sit down while waving my hands around franticly.

"She literally tells me to be quiet. Me? I mean me? So i did the only responsible and punched her in the face-" Tom had set down before me and I tried not to notice the way he was looking at me or the fact that his feet we're intertwined with mine.

"And then-" Tom seemed to have realized what I said and lifted his hand to stop me.

"You did what?" He asked his lip's pulling up in a small smirk.

"I mean she-"

"No no. You like punched her?" He asked, he set up straight, his feet moved up my leg making me shiver.

"Yeah. And then... I like smashed her head onto the table. Well the point is-" Tom was covering his face, rubbing his eyes and for a second I thought he was going to say something about being dissapointed in me but then i realized he was covering up his laugh.

"Wha- are you laughing Tom Riddle?" I tried to grab his hands but he moved away breathing through and revealing his relaxed face.

"Oh your horrid! I did the right thing!" I said shrugging and he nodded his lip's pulling into a thin line.

"I'm not judging you!" He exclaimed lifting his hands in defence.

"Your laughing! Thats worse!" I tell him to which he scowls.

"You've never been judged before i see..." he says and I gasp laughing a little crossing my legs and pushing away from him.

"Uh rude? I'm literally the most judged person in the school. Why do you think people are so annoyed thinking we're going out" I say crossing my hands over my chest and scoffing a little.

"People are annoyed? What?" That seemed to have piqued his intrest as he set up, his eyebrow slightly lifting in question.

"Yeah i've been getting hate owls for weeks now. Since some first year said you bought me flowers for my birthday-" i said his look getting more and more disgusted.

"Your birthday's in February?" He interupts, I blink not remembering that information about myself.

"Yeah so people don't really like you dating me but we're not so whats it matter?" I shrug finally picking the menu of the table and flipping through the pages.

"Wait what letters?" He asks pushing the menu down and making me look at him

"Oh nothing sirius! Just some second years being jealous about the thought that you like me" I chuckle softly, i mean the worst part was that we weren't going out. If we we're I'd atleast find it amusing but now I was just annoyed. Plus why was it so bad that Tom Riddle liked me?

"First of all I do like you and why didn't you tell me?" He asks and I shrug placing my open palm on the table.

"It's not that important. Just drop it will you? I'm going to order some coffee what do you want?" I change the subject waving it off and starting to get up.

"I'll get them, sit down" I press my lips into a line and sit back down watching him go to the counter and ordering us two drinks.

"Oh y/n! What are you doing here?" Not even two seconds of thinking time and greengrass appears with what looks like Cornelius Malfoy behind her.

"Oh hey" I smile trying not to gag when her perfume hits me.

"Just getting some coffee what about you?" I ask looking her up and down.

"Malfoy asked me out! We we're gonna eat some brunch! You can join us if you don't wanna eat alone" she offers, I notice that Tom had left no trace of sitting there.

"That's alright Donna she's with me" Tom was standing above me, placing a cuo of coffee and a plate full of cookies in front of me before sitting down.

"Oh I didn't realize-"

"Let's go" Malfoy took his bitch and I watched as he pulled her away grinning at Tom who nodded slightly.

"Thank you" I mutter smiling slightly.

We spent the rest of the visit at Rosmertas quizzing each other on Potions answers or history years, his fingers reaching for mine but staying on his side nontheless.

"Why didn't you just tell her?" Tom asked, we were walking back to the castle in silence, my face buried in his coat and his hands not even cold. Snow crunched under our footsteps our breaths turning to ice before us.

"What?" I ask making him repeat the question his face slightly turning to look at me.

"Tell who what?" I ask and stop to catch my breath, he turned to me and crossed his arm's the bag still in his hand.

"Greengrass. Why didn't you tell her you were there with me?" He ask's and I blink in surprise, it didn't happen often that Tom's curiosity got so big that he actually questioned my actions.

"I... don't know... just didn't think- I mean I didn't like want her to think we were there on a date or something" I say realizing what I did do. It was weird, maybe i really didn't want people to think we were dating but why? I mean it wasn't really bad but it was still Tom. My parents would be furious if they found out I was dating him even worse if they found out he wasn't a pureblood. I watched as his brows furrowed toghether and he shifted on his feet staring ahead before opening his mouth to say something and then whih rarely happened he closed it and continiued to look ahead.

"Come on your gonna freeze to death" he said turning back to the road and walking away.

Instead of doing most of my detention work I stared ahead and thought. Maybe i was overthinking all of this but Tom never wanted to date me, he didn't say it but he kind of made it clear after the first time that this wasn't an emotional relationship, I mean why else would he ask if had already done my runes homework after we just had sex? To change the topic so I would know that studying comes first in his life and so I would know he didn't want to talk about personal things if he did want to talk about personal things he would have asked if I had a good time or I don't know anything else!

Walking down from the tower I decided not to bother him, I could barge into his room make him stop working and make him answer all the questions i never asked just because it's Tom. But I didn't want to ask them I wanted him to answer them without having to ask I wanted him to want me.

Coming down the stairs I had my mind made up. Ignore him until he really wants to talk to me.

"Hello." Tom was waiting for me by the great hall, waiting. He was holding a napkin with two toasts which he extended toward me.

"I'm not- thanks" I took them of him our skin touching and his body stepping toward mine.

"Was detention alright?" He ask's and I nod looking at my feet, my socks weren't white anymore but kind of gray, the skirt barely reachig them as the scrunched down.

Tom wasn't talking, like always he just waited for me to say something.

"Tired" He said and I looked up nodding and beginning to walk.

"Are you mad?" He asks as we make our way down to the dungeon.

"No."

"Whats got into you then?" He presses on and I can't help but smile.

"Nothing I just- it's nothing." I look up smiling and give him a reassuring look leaning into him while walking.

"Tired." I whisper looking back ahead,Tom's fingers graze mine and I softly pull my hand away, entering the common room we walk through thankfully no one was paying us much attention because Tom moved closer and as we got toward the rooms he took my hand and as I was about to enter my own room he pulled me into him and I looked up.

"Whats wrong." He asks sternly, his long slender fingers cold against mine, his eyes fixating mine.

"I just wanted to sleep in my own bed. Aren't I allowed to?" I ask skeptisch, his face crunches in a disgusted way as he fully turned toward me.

"I don't like your matress." He says and I scoff.

"Who's inviting you into my bed?!" I ask the toasts holding on for dear life on the napkin.

"I don't need invatation. How do you think i got on the slug club? He invited me? I just showed up and demanded to be let in." He says a small smile curving on his lip's.

"Oh yeah i'll be going inside and you can stand out here and demand all you want because unlike Slughorn I'm not half as guilable with your failed amortentia." I say and try to get my hand to slip out but Tom takes my toast.

"Fine. Hope your hungry"

"I'm not."

"Great." He says stern faced. Anger flashing in his eyes he takes a step back.

"Oh and no coming into my room then." He says walking away. Thats when I realize my wand is in his room, also my books, my papers and pretty much all of my stuff.

Entering my room I let my head fall against the closed door and groan.

Three options.

1. I go and try to seduce him into letting me get my things.

2. I go and seduce him and live happily ever after

3. I do nothing for the rest of term and fail everything without wand or my schoolwork.

3. seemed alright to think about.

I changed quickly, shorter skirt, fresch lingery, a cut out top and fresh white socks that actually reached my thighs instead of my knees.

Fixing my hair and putting some make-up on, I breathed through and toom a look at the clock groaning as it was already Eleven.

Tom's dorm was all the way in the back, being a six year prefect he was allowed to chose one himself if and if a headboy didn't want the same one he got to have it.

It was a bit larger than the others and the bathroom was much nicer plus it was much cozier than my own.

Knocking I stared down at my feet, Tom had changed too, the sweatpants he was wearing pulled down his v-line exposed and his upperbody very much not covered. And he's wearing a necklace, my necklace to be exact. The same necklace I lost three weeks ago, the small gold heart, a bit chewed up but still pretty now hung around his neck as he crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame.

"Yes my love?" He asks his voice deep and I roll my eyes at the fact that I want to drop to my knees for him.

"I just wanted to get my wand please?" I look up, holding my hands behidn my back I crane my neck to look at him properly and silently thank Quidditch for being such a demanding sport.

"Oh? I haven't seen it" he says tilting his head and smiling sweetly.

"It's under m- your pillow" mentally I did slap myself but Tom seemed to ignore my slip up.

"Hm.... no." He doesn't even look back, his tone mocking and unbothered.

"Tom. Please" I say trying to sound done with his bullshit but I can't deny the view I have of his neck at the moment.

"Hm?" He hums acting so innocent its making me roll my eyes but I stay composed.

"Could I get it maybe?" I take a step forward, my body closer to his now, i can feel the heat radiating off him.

"Oh? Your not invitated sorry love" he says shrugging softly as if he was being clever or something stealing my lines like that.

"Please Tom" I say placing my chin ever so softly on his crossed arms blinking sweatly. He swallows hard, his head dipping down to look at me.

"Please what?" He asked softly.

"Please let me inside" I muse wrapping my hands around his torso and hugging him.

"It's so cold..." I say and he laughs a little.

"Should have brought a coat maybe." He says and I grin batting my eyelashes at him innocent.

"You look so good like that. Staring up at me. You know what would make you look even better? If you were chocking on my dick." He pushed himself forward,my hands dropped and I moved back.

"All quiet and sweet." He says his hand coming up to my face, grabbing my chin and tilting it upward.

"You look so fuckable like this. All dressed up like a doll Love." His other hand pushed the hair that had falled in my face behind my ears his fingers intertwining in the strands as he leans down.

"I just wanna eat you out when your wear that skirt. Have you scream my name all night. Have you coming so hard that you can't remember anything. I just wanna make you mine so bad when you look like this, Love" he waited for a second, his face close to mine, his lip's so close I could almost already taste them, and god his eyes. His eyes were watching me. Watching all of my breath's and hitches, the blush that had spread on my cheeks,  the wetness of my lip's and the way my eyes were drowning in his.

I pushed forward to kiss him but he dropped my face and straighened his back out of my reach to kiss.

"Ah consent is key Love, it's pretty late you should go to sleep." He took a step back and I gasped, he was not about to close that door, absoulute emberassment washed over me, i ignored the aching feeling in my stomach and took a step back.

But he did so I knocked again determined to be let inside.

"Yes?" He lifted his arm leaning his head against it and smiling so softly it made me sick.

"Tom. I'm so wet, I need you to fuck me like in the next two seconds or I will have to find somebody to do it. And belive me-" I didn't get to finish my sentence because he had grabbed me by the neck with such force i tumbled forward, i was faster in his room than i acknowledged, his body pressed me into the wall and his lips met mine, his teeth into my lip drawing blood and making me scream but he didn't care, his hands pulled my clothes off leaving them on the ground as his body moved mine against him. Somehow I was on the floor and then his body was on me. my hands fiddled with his belt and i wrapped my legs around him. Tom took a second looking down my body, I let my hands go up his neck and into his hair pulling him down with force, the metallic taste of my own blood filled my mouth as his tounge moved against mine and softly his hands grasped against my hips pulling me into him.

I rolled on top of him, pushing his pants down I set myself down on him quickly, the wetness in between my legs not helping much, i dropped my head on his shoulder with a groan and heard him chuckle softly.

"Hurting?" He asked, I pushed my hips back and forth a little adjusting to him then I slowly got up and watched as his eyes moved down my body, he set up as well, my knees touching the ground as I leaned forward for a kiss.

"Ah come on can't be a brat and then want special treatment" he muttered, rolling my eyes I slowly unbottoned his shirt while adjusting to his size, sometimes jumping a little when he moved inside me, pushing the matirial off his shoulders I kissed his neck, sucking on his skin I let my teeth dig into him and I couldn'd help but grin when he let out a soft moan.

"Always talking about how good I look and how goos I sound but Merlin Tommy everytime you talk I wanna kiss you. You sound so good" I mutter as I lift. Myself up and down on him slowly, until he's hitting just the spot for me to go crazy on him, his hands grab my hips and I expect him to go faster but he seemed to be holding on for himself, his head falling back I continiued to kiss his neck while moving up and down on him, sucking hickeys his skin until I was coming and his neck was covered in blue and purple bruises I moaned softly with each fall and lift.

"Merlin fuck." He pulled my face to his bringing his lips to mine and kissing me until I was seeing stars.

"Tom- fuck ah Tom please I'm gonna cum mhm" I could imagine myself looking up at him, my mouth agape, my eyes watery, salvia dripping down my lip and my voice shaking.

"Oh don't hold back now"  He mused his voice hot and heavy, holding back moans of his own.

"Me hold back? Your the one trying not to cum so quick" I whisper and he laughs, his hand lifts to my hair tugging softly at the ends until I comply and let my head fall back, he leans down his breath hot against my skin, he was panting against me his salvia dropping on my chest and down to my breast which he licked up like a hungry dog. I squeezed my eyes shut his hands in my hair tangled, his teeth pulling on my nipple and his dick buried inside me as I came.

"Ah fuck" he groaned again and I felt him cum inside me, filling me up slowly until I could feel every inch of him inside me rubbing against my walls, clenching around him I let out a couple of loose breaths.

-K<3

[geometricgiovanni]

YOU ARE NOW A PRETTY PRINCESS! ✨

This blog contains references to threats and violence. You have been warned.

(hey guys cool sexy man here to tell you first half is in-character, second half under cut is out-of-character)

HELLO! I MADE THIS ACCOUNT OUT OF SPITE OF THAT DISGUSTING THING THAT PLAGUES THIS GOD-FORSAKEN SITE!

NO, DON'T ASK ME ABOUT IT. IF YOU DO, I WILL CRUSH YOU! LETHALLY. You will feel pain. also he blocked me on all 8 of my accounts so um, y'know........

ASK ME THINGS! ASK ME TO DESCRIBE IN EXCRUCIATING DETAIL ASPECTS OF MY LIFE! ASK ME TO DO OBSCURE ACTIVIES THAT WOULD SEVER MY LIMBS IF I HAD ANY!

So here's some info in a similar format to my other blog, some things, such as boundaries, will be copied and pasted:

Blog Information✨

This is an ask/rp blog for Jeremy from regretevator, specifically the Jeremy referenced in @displ3azant. I might use this blog to more freely talk about my specific headcanons about characters from the perspective of an outsider, so that account is likely the only specific one referenced on this blog.

Jeremy in this blog uses he/any!

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Hello! I am Hex! Yes, you will see me talking to myself! No, do not comment on it. Please refer to me using he/him or it/its pronouns.

My other accounts are: @hexexists - my main blog, if you receive notifications from this account, please know it is just me! @hexational - my regretevator blog @displ3azant - afformentioned Unpleasant rp blog

I'll try to respond to most asks with a drawing of some variety, and if it's something I can use to reveal little ass-shit and bull-dumps about my version of Jeremy.

Please note, however, I am not just one singular guy but also a senior who should really be spending his free time studying, so sometimes I will just give a text response.

Also to note: I am 17 years old, therefore a minor! Even if I was not a minor, I am still not comfortable with weird shit! Keep it in your fucking pants, asshole! Apologies if I sound rude, but holy shit the only blog gets SO many weird asks! I will just be blocking and ignoring any freaky anons, apologies if you are my friend trying to mess with me, but I genuinely cannot take any more risks.

Boundaries ✨

Shipping content: Shipping content is okay, but I don't care much for romance personally and so will likely not play much into it. Please don't push anything, I guess, and nothing that promotes proshipping or any kind of literally illegal pairing. If you dislike any direction taken ship-wise for this blog, then block me and move on with your day.

NSFW content: NSFW CONTENT IS NOT ALLOWED. I am a minor. Thx. Also, "suggestive" jokes are very selectively okay. Basically, if it makes me uncomfortable or is literally disgusting, it will be ignored and likely deleted, and I will probably make fun of you.

Roleplaying: I am totally okay with roleplaying and sending/responding to asks in character!

(ps: i'm also happy to rp with other regretevator ocs too, i think those r super duper cool)

That's all, really.

your mortal enemy,

-Hex

[whatswrongwithblue]

The Fire in the Sin

Chapter 23 - Don't Take That Sinner From Me

Word count: 6,049. Read on AO3. Series Masterlist. <- Previous Chapter.

Summary: The day Alastor leaves Hell and his wife behind and the events following.

Artwork shared with permission from @mooneggtarts. Please give them a like and a follow as their Alastor artwork is top notch. And although this chapter isn't from Alastor's POV, I saw this piece and knew it demonstrated exactly how he would be feeling during the events of this chapter.

Series summary

In the 1950's, Alastor met the woman he would eventually marry but unfortunately his Radio Demon persona went for her soul rather than her hand. He has to learn what it means to love, and cherish, without possessing and he does. Their relationship is beautiful, strong, unbreakable . . . but he carries a dark secret through their marriage for decades until eventually he has to face the consequences of that secret and leave her, without warning, for seven years. He returns, finding her at the Hazbin Hotel, and has to convince her to forgive him, while being literally bound to secrecy, unable to tell her any of things he now is desperate to explain to her.

(This is a duel timeline fic, timestamps will be a the top of every chapter.)

Chapter 23 - Don't Take That Sinner From Me

Pentagram City

2016

Mina fidgeted in the back of the cab, nervous and anxious about getting home that afternoon. She wanted to be back at the radio tower . . . but she also felt the need to procrastinate her return as much as possible.

Alastor had been off for weeks. Acting strange, distant, and mercurial. Oddly bossy and demanding. It was different than when a rut was approaching in a way Mina couldn’t quite describe and it had her on edge. He wasn’t outwardly aggressive or upset with anyone in particular that she could tell; he wasn’t ranting about his job or the other Overlords like he tended to during that time of year. But he was much more prone to his darker moods than usual lately. He’d go days without sleep, he was drinking often to the point of being wasted, he was dismissive of her to the point of being outright rude at times. And then other times it was like he couldn’t get enough of her; showering her with affection, apologizing for his behavior, telling her how much he adored and loved her. She’d asked him directly, multiple times, what was wrong, and he’d insisted on the fact that all was well. But he got strangely and unnervingly quiet each time afterwards, almost as if he was afraid to speak at all.

Mina had almost not gone out with her friends that day but they had planned this get together a couple weeks in advance and she didn’t have the heart to cancel it just over a feeling. She missed her family from The Pit terribly. When she had first quit her job several years back, she had enjoyed the free time it had given her, even if it meant sacrificing some of her power. But over time, it felt like she and her friends were drifting slowly apart; their life continuing on as part of Abaddon’s family while Mina’s became more and more wrapped up in Alastor.

She had broached the subject of returning – just part time – to her job with Alastor the night before and he had practically blown up on her. Yelled at her. He never did that and the things he had said hadn’t even made any sense, but one thing was clear - he wanted her to stay away from Abaddon.

It had been the worst fight Mina could recall them ever having and she had nearly left then and there, at least to spend the night somewhere else until they had both cooled off but Alastor had beaten her to it; disappearing without an explanation for hours.

She’d retreated to her oasis; the pocket dimension of ocean and stars, with their large bed nestled into the sandy embankment. Even with the sounds of the waves there to sooth her, she had tossed and turned for hours; alone, confused, and hurt, but eventually sleep had found her and when she woke up, Alastor was in bed with her.

Even in his sleep, he had been wrapped around her, clinging to her, in a way he usually only did right after sex, his ears pinned back and his face buried in her chest. In her unconscious state, she must have reached for him as well because her limbs were just as entwined as his, and her hands were cradling his head, holding him close to her heart.

He’d woken almost as soon as she had and with one look at his crimson eyes, so full of regret and anguish, she had forgotten what she had been angry about. They’d kissed, holding each other tightly, but when she attempted initiating more, he’d turned her down.

Frustrated and with her pride bruised, she’d pulled away from him and got ready for the day.

He’d followed her around, acting stranger than ever. Like a puppy dog that had been kicked and was desperate for more affection. Alastor barely let her out of his sight, kept touching and caressing her, even though he had clearly not been in the mood for more amorous activities.

It wasn’t unusual for Alastor to not be interested in sex despite wanting to spend time with her, but there was such longing in his expressions that morning, Mina didn’t know what to make of it.

She’d finally snapped, calling him out on being a confusing mess of a man lately, reminding him that she was not known her for patience, and he was lucky she’d been as nice as she was, given what an ass he’d been lately.

He’d smiled, grabbed her face, and kissed her before telling her all would make sense eventually.

She’d seen something in him then, a flash of sadness despite his smile, that made her almost cancel her plans for the rest of the day.

“There’s no need for that,” he told her when she had said as much. “Go, have a wonderful day. You deserve it, more than you know. Just remember,” he’d said, pressing his forehead against hers, “despite how my actions may make it seem, I love you more than anything. You are strong and capable, my darling wife, and I treasure you above all else. Don’t ever forget that.”

Mina couldn’t help but smile up at him at those words and gave him one last quick kiss goodbye before she left to spend the day with her friends.

But as the day wore on, her mind wandered back to his odd behavior lately, and worry began to creep in again.

The taxi stopped when the tower came into view and she stepped out without looking up at it, her face buried in her phone as she walked down the sidewalk. It was only when she got under the shadow of the building that she looked up and noticed something was off.

It looked . . . dim, somehow. The red glow that usually reflected off the glass wasn’t there. Must have been a trick of the light.

But then she stood for a moment, wondering why she wasn’t being transported up. It always happened automatically; not since the first days of her learning to master the art of signaling to the tower that she wanted in did she have to think about being teleported.

She sent the mental message and felt the sluggish delay but after a couple of seconds, her body turned to shadow and lifted up until she rematerialized in the main room.

That was where she really began to worry.

Everything was shut off.

Alastor’s control panels were always lit up. Even when he wasn’t home. His magic was infused into every nook and cranny of the place. Their home was alive with his essence.

Mina went over to the panels, running her fingers over the keys and nobs that always glowed, dread sinking into her gut as she realized how cold it all felt. But signs of Alastor were still everywhere.

A half full cup of unfinished coffee sat by his chair. A record left in the player that he must have put on after she left. A cabinet door left slightly ajar – he was always leaving drawers and doors open, especially when he was distracted.

Everything else looked entirely ordinary, just . . . powerless.

No signs of a struggle. And no signs of him having packed.

Mina shut those thoughts down quickly.

No one could get in here and cause him harm and he certainly wouldn’t have left her. Not to mention this was his original home; if they were to ever split she would be the one to move out, not him.

She looked down at her phone, suddenly more agitated with him than anything. If he had just carried a cell phone on him like everyone else did these days, she could just call him and tell him something was wrong with his workstation and to get his tail home and fix it because it was freaking her out.

Mina sighed, setting her phone down on his bench, and transported herself to their bedroom.

It was that room, more than anything else, that ignited her panic and set her on her downhill spiral.

The pocket dimension that had stood in their bedroom for decades was gone.

“No, no, no, no, NO!” Mina cried out, running across the room and screaming the last word as she hit the wall where the little oasis should have been. The wood paneling, completely ordinary, and very solid, thumped against her fist as she hit it. Their bed, which had been at its ocean side location ever since the night of the honeymoon, was now back in its original corner. Made up and tidy, it stared at her from across the room, looking very wrong and out of place.

It was then that she let herself really feel it; it was like the magic of the tower had been unplugged and it was in some kind of power saving mode, closing off the things that would drain it the fastest. The only thing that was left was her ability to move through the walls of the place via shadow and the protective wards were still up, but even those were already weakening.

The place was dying.

The source of its power was gone.

Alastor was gone.

Mina flew back upstairs and ran towards the old-fashioned phone on the wall, begging for it to still be working. She picked it up but there of course was no dial tone. It was as dead as everything else.

She slammed it back down on the receiver, feeling herself begin to hyperventilate, then she grabbed her cell phone and scrolled through her contacts until she found the one she was looking for.

The call was answered after several rings.

“Hello?” The woman’s voice on the other end sounded pleasant but confused.

“Rosie?” Mina asked, her voice so small and so very scared.

“What is it, darling?” Rosie asked, quickly switching to alarmed at the tone in her friend’s voice.

“Something bad has happened,” Mina said, squeezing her eyes shut as the tears began to fall. She sunk to the floor, pulling her knees up to her chest, hugging herself. Although she was well over a hundred, she barely felt 10 years old in that moment. “I think Alastor is hurt . . . or worse . . . I can’t-“ she sucked in a breath, fighting the sob that threatened to tear from her throat. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Where are you?” Rosie asked, her voice firm and calm.

“Home,” Mina answered, “but it’s not . . . Rosie, it’s like it’s dead. Everything is turned off.”

Rosie breathed in a deep sigh, audible even over the phone.

“Come here, as quickly as you can. I’ll see what I can find out.”

___

“No one has heard a thing. It’s like he’s just vanished.”

Rosie set a cup of tea in front of Mina, who stared at it, uninterested.

She was nauseous and shaky, certain if she tried to eat or drink anything she would just puke it back up. Not even on her first day in Hell had she felt so uncertain and scared.

“Someone has to know something. Somebody did this!”

“Darling, you’re worried and that’s perfectly understandable. I’m at a loss as well. But if anyone took down The Radio Demon, they wouldn’t be keeping their silence about it. It’d make them the most powerful Overlord around.”

“What if it was someone else entirely? A Royal or one of The Sins. You know everything about Alastor’s work, who has he had problems with lately?”

“No one that I know of,” Rosie answered simply and went to take a sip of her tea.

Mina slammed her fist down on the table.

“Bullshit!” she yelled. “You’re his best fucking friend, Rosie! You have to know something!”

Rosie cleared her throat, set her teacup carefully back on the table, and levelled her gaze on Mina.

“If I knew anything, I would have told you first thing,” she said cooly.

Mina could see the threat in the woman’s black eyes but for the first time since meeting her, Mina truly felt no fear of the Overlord. She was too angry and too consumed over Alastor’s disappearance to care about her own safety.

“Then I’m wasting my time here,” she said and stood, scooting her chair loudly across the floor.

“Mina-“ Rosie said, standing, but Mina cut her off.

“Fuck you,” she spat, not looking around as she walked towards the exit.

“Now that is just uncalled for!” Rosie said, putting her hands on her hips. “Don’t forget who you’re talking to. I’m trying to help.”

“I don’t give a shit who you are anymore,” Mina hissed. “Alastor was your friend. . . . is . . . he is your friend.” Mina paused on the correction, disturbed at having slipped into past tense as if she had already accepted he was gone for good. “And all you can do is sit in the safety of your own home and drink your bloody damn tea. Some friend you are. What a powerful Overlord, the great leader of Cannibal Town is, if she can’t even figure out what happened here.”

“I’ll forgive you for that insult only because I’m certain he’s not dead and would have my head if I laid a hand on yours.” Rosie’s voice was icy in way Mina had never heard it and still, she didn’t care.

“You won’t have to bother killing me if I find out he’s dead. I’ll do it myself,” she said and slammed the door on her way out.

___

She found Niffty first.

Alastor was either dead or missing and Mina had to figure out which one it was before she decided on how to continue. And the fastest, easiest way to determine that was to go after the souls she knew he owned. If they were still bound, then he was still alive.

“Show me your chain,” Mina said, standing over the shorter woman.

They were in the radio tower, somewhere safe and alone, and Mina had already explained to Niffty what had happened that day. It was the middle of the night and still there was no sign of Alastor. The news networks and social media pages had made some mentions about the radio broadcasts being cut short, the airwaves around Hell were eerily quiet that evening, but no one had any good speculations as to why. They all assumed Alastor was up to something, not that he was missing.

“Why?” Niffty said, fidgeting and looking nervous.

She was also terribly upset and worried, her usual frantic energy more subdued.

Mina lowered herself to her knees so that she was more on Niffty’s level. She was desperate, angry, willing to go to more violent extremes than she had ever gone to before, but this soul was not one she could bring herself to be cruel to.

Short and impatient with, but still, she didn’t want to scare Niffty.

“If it’s still there, then we know he’s still alive. It would give me hope, Niff, if you’d just let me see it.”

“Okay . . .” Niffty hesitated and then raised her hands up as if holding something and as she did, the faint green chains appeared in her clutches then solidified.

Alastor was alive, his soul intact enough to keep the bond between him and Niffty as strong as ever.

The relief of it crashed into Mina and she immediately let out a sob, dropping her head into her hands and crying. A very large part of her had believed he was dead; had imagined the worst, most terrible fate befalling him, that he had suffered and been tormented before being snuffed out forever.

She felt petite arms wrap around her and realized Niffty was hugging her and felt her tiny body shaking as well.

“It makes no sense,” Mina said between her gasping cries. “He’s just gone.”

“I know,” Niffty said, her voice strained with her own tears. “I’m scared too.”

___

Neither of the two women were at all tired and there was no such thing as a last call at the bars in Pentagram City.

Fearing for Alastor’s safety and desperate to not lose anymore time, the two of them tracked down the other souls that he owned that he was most closely acquainted to; the ones who would be most likely to either know anything or be involved in a means of double crossing him.

Husk was one of those souls.

Mina had begun singing as soon as the bar door closed behind her, keeping Niffty well out of earshot. The patrons evacuated in under a minute but as Husk walked around the gambling table he had been sitting on, she grabbed him by the throat and pinned him to the card table.

She had never been fond of him the way Alastor was. Mina found Husker to be too self-pitying, too lost in his drink and sorrows, and too bitter about life to be anything but a nuisance but for some reason, her husband seemed to enjoy keeping him around.

It pissed Mina off even more whenever Husk complained about Alastor, as if he wasn’t the one who had gambled his own soul away. As if he wasn’t lucky it was Alastor who had been the Overlord to take that bet and not someone who would treat Husk much worse.

With her singing halted, Husker snapped out of the trance she had put him in as she threw him to the table hard enough to knock the wind out of him.

“What the fuck,” he wheezed, gasping for air around her chokehold on him. “Mina?!”

“What do you know?” she asked, her voice remarkably calm and serious given the state of her mind.

“What are you talking about?” he gasped, grabbing at her wrists. “Where the fuck is Alastor?!”

“That’s what I want to know,” she said and let up on his throat, letting the demon sit up and rub his hands across his neck.

“Again, what the fuck are you talking about?” he grumbled.

“You haven’t noticed how quiet the radio was today?” she asked, tilting her head. “Alastor is missing and I need to know who knows about it.”

“You think I listen to that shit?” Husk said, looking around as if he just noticed the empty bar room. “I don’t tune into the radio much these days. And why would I know jack shit about Alastor going missing?”

“You work with him,” Mina said cooly. “You know him better than most. But we both know you hate him. That puts you in a pretty good position to be able to get rid of him.”

Husk’s eyes went wide as he realized what Mina was implying.

“I didn’t do anything to the bastard, though I wish I would have,” he said, pinning his ears back.

He reached for his pocket, likely going for his deadly set of playing cards, but before he could reach them, the long-pointed end of a needle was being held to his throat.

Niffty had appeared behind him, smiling down at the winged demon, waiting for him to give her an excuse to use the new weapon Mina had gifted her.

“You wanna go after anyone, you should be going after Vox. Everyone knows those two have beef,” Husker said, keeping his tone business like even if he was side eyeing the crazed woman holding his life hostage. “If you think you’re strong enough, that is.”

“I’ll work my way up there if I have to,” she said and motioned with her chin towards Niffty, who dropped her needle away from Husk’s throat.

“What, you’re not going to torture me for information?” Husker asked, shifting away from Niffty even as she jumped off the table.

“I haven’t decided yet,” Mina said dismissively, turning to leave. “But if Alastor doesn’t show up soon, it might be a wise decision to make yourself harder to find.”

___

It took them days to track down and interrogate the rest of the souls. They hardly slept or ate, barely caring for themselves at all. And they had nothing to show for it.

By week's end, Mina was completely strung out and going insane.

She had sent Niffty away and locked herself up in the tower. It was nearly completely drained of everything at that point. The wards had fallen and it took an enormous amount of her own energy to enter it.

It looked decrepit, inside and out. The metal of its base was beginning to rust and warp. A couple of the panes of glass had shattered. The walls looked like they would crumble any day now. Inside the air was musty and dank, reeking of mildew and dust.

Mina curled up on the floor of the main room; where Alastor had first shared his mother’s recipe with her, first slow danced with her, first shared the secrets of his heart with her. Where his last words to her were to never forget that he loved her.

She cried there on that floor, screaming out her anguish, sobbing until her back and ribs hurt. It felt like her heart would burst with the internal pressure of her pain. Her hands gripped at her hair, her head pounding worse than any hangover, her eyes aching from the never ceasing torrent of tears.

The not knowing was driving her to madness. Had he left her like this on purpose? Or was he stuck somewhere, hurting as much as she was, or likely even worse? Had he known this was going to happen or did he just suspect something might go wrong? Had he sent her away that day to keep her safe or to make his leaving easier?

She couldn’t think anymore; her mind was just blaring white noise, an asylum full of nothing but pain and panic.

The tower moaned and creaked around her, her ears picking up the distressing noise, even over the sounds of her cries. It didn’t matter. If it fell, she would fall with it.

Hours ticked by and then an entire day and night.

Eventually, her body gave into exhaustion and fell asleep.

She dreamed of him; of his arms around her, the glowing red of his eyes, his static voice singing in her ears, his skin caressing hers, the smell of him; whiskey and the smoke from his pipe and the woodsy coastal scent of swamp filling her senses.

Mina woke, alone and cold on the hard floor, but could still smell him.

She sat up with a start, hopeful and frantic, looking around for any sign of him.

But then she looked down and saw his shirt in her hands. She had pulled it from their dresser and held it to her face as she cried herself to sleep. It still smelled uniquely like him, and she lifted it to her nose once more, tears stinging her swollen eye corners, before she threw it to the ground and stood.

She was done searching. Done torturing and interrogating. Done wasting time.

Everyone in Hell knew he was missing now; the news was being broadcasted everywhere. Most were still afraid of him, respected him enough to not say much. But some were celebrating.

She would make them pay. Make them feel her pain. And in doing so, she would make Hell tear itself apart to bring to light the ones responsible for this.

___

This bruised and beating heart

It hungers for your pain

Fill it up until it stops

Stab it and bleed it black

This burning and thirsting throat

It yearns for the dark

Fill it up until I choke

Stopped by your silent attack

There’s children screaming in the streets

Their mothers dead under their sheets

And still it’s me you fear

My words the greatest threat your ears have heard this year

I won’t show you kindness now

You chose your hate

I chose my blade

So enjoy this bloody bed you’ve made

You won’t show your mercy then

You threw us out

You let us starve

So they’ll dance on your grave unafraid

The world’s a ruin of smoke and ash

But pockets are full of gold and cash

Of course it’s still me you fear

My words the greatest threat your ears have heard this year

Mina wrote that song when she first arrived in America. She’d thought she’d known the horrors of prejudice back home, but it was nothing compared to the class and race warfare that suffocated the most vulnerable of Americans. Black, Italian, Irish, Polish, Asian . . . basically if you didn’t have the perfect combination of last name, skin tone, and accent, the arbitrary and idiotic differences that divided the working class of the United States, you were barely seen as human. It had enraged her, filled her with hate, and she had found an even greater taste for violence . . . and the best muse for her songs and poems yet.

Now Mina was angrier than she had ever been. More blinded by her own pain, consumed by her own misery, than at any other point in her short life and far longer afterlife. And her power responded in kind.

The surge of it was practically humming through her nervous system, making her blood pound through her veins with more strength than even Abaddon’s blood had once given her.

And she put every once of that powerful intention, that driving force to find Alastor, into her most emotional, vengeful song she had ever put to paper.

Someone in Hell had taken Alastor from her and since she didn’t know who to focus her hate on, she focused it on all of them.

She walked down the main streets of Pentagram City, singing, and everyone who heard her song went mad. They attacked each other, beat each other, ate each other. Hordes of demons ran into shops, pulling innocent shoppers and business owners alike out into the street, who then heard her words as well and joined in.

There was little goal besides chaos. She simply let everyone feel what it was like inside her tumultuous mind but one thought came through loud and clear; one single clear message that entered the minds of almost every Sinner and Hellborn in Pride Ring that day.

Bring me Alastor.

Destruction reigned down all-around Mina as her Siren song took hold of the entire city. Those who were innocent, who didn’t know where Alastor was or how to find him, simply went insane.

Millions of demons went insane that day.

Hell had been torn to shreds. Mina had caught the attention of every Overlord, every Sin, and every royal Hellborn. Even the lower rings heard of the destruction that the Radio Demon’s wife set loose on Pride that day.

And Alastor was still gone.

___

Mina woke slowly, her body fighting to stay unconscious. Not from any drugs, illnesses, or maladies of the physical form; she simply did not want to face reality. She had been enjoying a dreamless state of bliss where her mind floated in nothing but darkness and quiet and yet, despite her wishes to stay that way, her body began to betray her.

She blinked her eyes, seeing a beam of morning light filter through her curtains. Black curtains, around vintage crank windows, and the dim light that streamed through them was tinted red.

When she had first begun spending nights in the radio tower with Alastor, his bedroom had been completely windowless. But as he began to experiment and grow his power with glamours and eventually pocket dimensions, he created the allusion of windows, complete with different daytime and nighttime scenery, even changing the seasons on a whim. But it was always images of Earth outside those imaginary windows, never Hell. They had enough views of Hell upstairs in the main room.

Mina sat up, wide awake now that she realized where she was.

This was her old room. Her old apartment.

Her ears twitched as she heard a thump from outside her bedroom door and then muffled voices.

She rubbed her eyes as she tried to recall the last thing she could remember. It was all just a blur of violence as she walked through Pentagram City and then . . .

It’s time to come home.

Abaddon’s voice from behind her. A rush of warmth. And then peaceful nothingness.

When she stepped out of her bedroom she was greeted by Abaddon, Niffty, and Rosie, who were carrying boxes into her living room.

“Ah, there you are darling,” Rosie said, setting a box down and clapping the dust off her hands. “How are you feeling this morning?”

Mina didn’t answer, just looked around the unfurnished living space and the dozen boxes that were scattered around the room.

Abaddon cleared their throat.

“We didn’t know what you would want to keep or not but we figured we might as well get out what we could before the tower collapsed completely.”

“Ooooooh, what’s this do?” Niffty asked, pulling out a bear trap that was nearly as big as her. It had been used as décor but was still perfectly functional. Thankfully Rosie bent down and carefully removed it from Niffty’s grasp before she could hurt anyone with it.

Abaddon chuckled. “You know, I never really cared for the guy, but I gotta say, I did like his style.”

Mina felt the burn of tears collecting in her eyes.

This was what was left of the life she had built with Alastor? Boxes full of a pathetic mix of the few materials they had collected together over the years. And now she was to do what? Just return to her life in The Pit with her broken heart and some mementos? She knew life would be easier to deal with if her heart had literally been ripped from her chest instead of this gaping hole that Alastor had left behind him.

She couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breath. She just stood there, staring at her friends, and silently began to cry.

“Oh dear,” Rosie said, and went over to her, crushing her into a hug. Mina buried her face in the taller woman’s bosom and sobbed. “There, there,” Rosie whispered, stroking her hair, “I know it hurts. And it hurts this bad because he really did love you. Does love you. I’m sure he’ll turn up again someday, darling, and when he does, he’ll have quite the tale to tell all of us. Just try and hold onto that hope, alright?”

Mina didn’t respond, just stayed in Rosie’s arms, clutching at her friend and weeping. She had been so awful to Rosie when she had last seen her and yet, here the Overlord was, supporting and caring for her.

The gates of Cannibal Town had just been coming into view when she had blacked out. Mina put the missing pieces together on her own then, that Rosie and Abaddon had worked together to stop her madness before she unleashed it on the one section of Pentagram City she would have regretted hurting. And then they had brought her here, kept her safe and out of the public eye, until she was ready to wake up again.

She felt Abaddon’s hand on her shoulder and heard their regretful sigh.

“Wherever he is, it’s not in Hell. I swear, Mina, I searched all seven Rings. There’s not a trace of him anywhere, I’ve never seen anything like it. But he’s most certainly alive. Or . . . well, his soul is.”

Mina sniffled, hiccupping as her crying came to a pause, and looked up at Abaddon.

“He’s on Earth?” she asked.

“It’s the next most logical place he could be. There are . . . other realms, but they would be outright impossible for him to get to.”

“Can you . . . would you send some of your hunters there to look for him?”

She knew Abaddon didn’t care for Alastor but they would do this for her. If not to just end her pain but to make Alastor answer for what he had done to her.

“I can do you one better, if you’re willing to keep a secret,” Abaddon said with the slightest twitch of a smile. They looked at Rosie who nodded at them to continue and gave Mina a gentle push at her shoulders, steering her out of her embrace to stand more directly in front of Abaddon.

They took her hands in their own, a golden glow beginning to shimmer around their silhouette.

“Work for me. You’d be the one bringing Sinners back to The Pit rather than punishing them and you’d get the chance to go to Earth any time a job is available. You know Alastor better than anyone. You would be best at guessing where he would be. You would have your family, your friends, and your home, all the security this place can offer you. And you could bring Alastor back yourself. Drag him by his antlers, if need be.”

Mina didn’t return their smile, nowhere near healed enough to begin finding humor in anything. But she turned her hand in their grip, bringing her palm against theirs and gave them a firm handshake.

“Deal.”

___

A week later

The tower still stood but just barely.

Several of the support beams had rusted completely through and fallen to the ground. The lattice was now a broken and wobbly mess that loudly groaned and creaked with every little breeze. The body of the building was tilted dangerously to one side.

Pride Ring’s very own Leaning Tower.  

A cold, broken corpse. The perfect metaphor for her life.

Mina looked up at the thing, feeling her anger beginning to boil up to the surface.

She didn’t know yet if all of this was Alastor’s fault, but she had a sinking suspicion it was. He had known something would happen before he disappeared and had done little in the way of trying to warn her.

But he had been right about one thing. She was strong and capable. She would survive this and when Alastor got back, whenever that was, there would be Hell for him to pay before she would take him back.

Despite all her resentment, she couldn’t let his image continue to crumble away like this.

His radio tower represented him and whatever state it was in was how the city would view him. She couldn’t let it continue to rot away like this. It would be better if it was simply gone rather than slowly disintegrating before the eyes of Hell.

Mina stepped closer until she was completely covered in its shadow, standing directly beneath it, and placed her hands on one of the metal beams of the base.

There was no energy there anymore. The magic had been totally drained. It was just an ordinary building now, with nothing of Alastor remaining in its essence.

She felt the heat in her hand and pushed it out with her mind, watching the flames bloom to life and lick up the metal, crackling and sizzling audibly as it traveled up.

Angelic fire was more than just a hotter version of mortal flame. When directed by a true master, it could consume anything born of Hell, and Alastor’s tower was as unnatural as Hellish creations could get.

The flames spread from each joint where the beams connected, racing wide and up until the whole thing was ablaze.

Mina stepped backwards, slowly walking away from the ever-growing heat of the inferno but kept her eyes on it and staying inconspicuously out of eyesight of the crowd that was forming to watch.

She stayed in the shadows for the entire hour that it took for the ordeal to be over with and in the end, her old life had been burned away, leaving nothing behind but a large, smoldering pile of ash. Her deepest desire now was that Alastor would return soon enough to find it exactly like this so that he would see just exactly what it was that he had done to her.

Next Chapter ->

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[tubborucho]

I can’t believe how often this comes up but holy shit why does everyone get so annoyed at Tubbo for pointing out minecraft mechanics? It’s literally minecraft roleplay. That's not rude or fail rp or whatever, it can make perfect sense even in lore. How is Phil's idea that the eye soldiers are totally wearing op armor we just can’t see it any better than Tubbo pointing out that they’re crazy powerful even without armor? The characters are aware that potions, beacons, etc. exist and that they can toggle on visible armor so why can’t they use that knowledge? They don’t need to have “”armor”” to have a cool plot reason for how strong they are, it could be literally anything. It's so stupid that certain people's version of events get to take precedence over others. Apparently Bagi and Fit can just say no to roleplay and that it’s not fair while hiding in a secret base with their eggs but Tubbo suggesting stuff like that is somehow bad? And why when he first joined was everyone allowed to tell him in rp that all his efforts and hopes were useless based on their experiences but he can’t say the same now? The double standards are crazy.

Q!Tubbo feels like the one skeptic character in a paranormal movie but in his case no one can agree on what type of movie they're supposed to be in. Is the threat fully supernatural and the logical guy is going to end up looking dumb? Is it a Scooby Doo type where the bad guy really is just a guy? Is it more like Ghostbusters where the magic is real but so is the science? The last one makes the most sense for the QSMP but the rules keep changing for which things can be solved in game and which are fully roleplay with no minecraft. Of course he’s going to get it “wrong” sometimes if the rules keep changing.

I don’t really have anything to add to this, I am so over people ‘minus rp point’ing Tubbo for everything, especially stuff like described.

[dwindlinghaze]

i literally love your remus lupin fics omgm if you haven't already can you write a fic with him and an anxious reader? it can be anything:)

hi anon !! tysm for requesting and sorry it took so long :( hope this is what you were looking for 🤍🌸����

unsteady

(remus lupin x reader)

contents : social anxiety (r is just like me fr), fluff, lmk if there's more !!

a/n : i tried my best to describe the feeling of anxiousness soo here goes!! hope u like it :)

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when your were assigned in a group project for potions, you couldn't help but feel the anxiousness creeping up.

not only were you assigned with the people you don't know, but also the fact that you had a hard time communicating with new people.

you loved being in your safe bubble but guessed the bubble popped and you have to deal with your social anxiety now.

they were all friends with each other except you. they blended together except you. it's not their fault though, you never spoke of anything yet. you felt sorry for being a burden for the group.

now they were in a deep discussion but all you wanted to do is hide.

there you felt like an island.

you wanted to go but you're fighting that right now. people freak you out.

"[y/n], what do you think about that?" a voice of a girl broke through your ears, once again popping your bubble of comfort zone.

you probably looked stupid right now. you haven't paid attention to what they're talking, they weren't telling you what either.

you panicked.

you should be cool but you panicked out of the blue.

she wasn't being rude. her voice was low and welcoming but your body was not responding well. "sorry, what was it?" your voice managed to escape shakily.

then she explains it to you again. you felt guilty for it.

it's so hard when it feels like your fault. you kept yourself so far.

one of the guys that were in your group glanced with an annoyed frown. "she isn't listening!"

your heartbeat raced, you felt so uneasy in this situation. words seemed to cut so much deeper right to the bone, and you let them break you down.

you hoped and hoped someone will pull you out right now. and thank god there is.

"don't talk like that," you heard a much more comforting sound and felt a hand on your back rubbing circles.

"wha-"

"how can she be listening to you if you were huddling in a circle and left her out?" remus said, shaking his head. he couldn't stand people treating you like this. he knew how it felt to be uninvolved and he wouldn't want you or anyone to ever feel that way. "not everyone can involve themselves when they aren't invited."

"rem i'm fine please."

"uh we can continue this tomorrow yeah... y/n i'll see you," the girl who asked you earlier said. she was the only polite one here. you were grateful for that.

now that they are gone, remus gave you a warm hug, whispering to you, "they're giving you a hard time?"

"no i'm just- i have a lot to talk about but i can't get them out," you sighed sadly, closing your eyes as remus hugged you again.

"i understand, darling," remus replied softly nudging your nose with his.

"thank you for saving me there, i was fighting myself for no reason," you said, ashamed.

"i'm always here for you yeah? i'm never letting anyone makes you feel unhappy."

[9800sblog]

wooyoung tarot reading

public persona vs real personality

do I have his energy permission to do and share this reading? queen of wands

in public

hypnotizing is the word to describe what wooyoung goes for; childlike (childish), immature, hard to ignore, messy - fun, entertaining, funny, never a dull moment, makes you wanna re-watch his content multiple times. bad, dangerous - sexy, captivating, impressive, killer moments (literally the 10 of swords), he wants to kill with looks, and skills (dance, modeling, body, literally his eyes, etc). out of all ateez members tho, he seems to be the one to try to look most unavailable (the devil reversed), he acts rude, sassy and sometimes distant, because he is the dangerous dude, the bad boy. but never actually too harmful, he's approachable, more like a best friend you're secretely in love with, that you're so close he doesn't even care what he does around you, he's a menace and if you try hard enough you can actually turn your feelings into reality (lmaaaaao). he tries to look super inner confident, like others’s opinions really don't matter to him, he just doesn't listen and they can never get to him, you can't force wooyoung to be or do anything he doesn't genuinely wants to, he's wooyoung, he's the synonym of self control. if he gets bothered, you'll get sliced, he's dangerous and you guys are close enough that he can just show it when he's uncomfortable. big party, big social life, a man of the night, trendy and cool, in with the kids

in privacy

dude's so chill and casual, familiar, literally giving the vibes of a big family that lives nearby each other. he's like so much more introverted, not only did I get the hermit but the 4 of cups at the same time. you see wooyoung quiet in the back during interviews? that's genuinely how he is casually, just vibing in his own head, in his own world. he doesn't move much, he likes things to stay the same forever and ever, if possible, he likes what he already knows. he's a very polite dude, "excuse me, please and thank you" seem to be natural part of his vocabulary, he treats people fairly like how they treat others, actually. very protective of his kind, would kill for those he loves, big big heart. he's not as flashy with his money or physical appearance, like how his style is mostly casual and comfortable gym clothes or how he spent years with that old ass iPhone 5 just because it still worked 😭😭😭☝️I don't think he keeps a lot to himself, he seems to give away his stuff to family and really really close friends, he doesn't care that much about being socially powerful, he likes genuine connections with those that are similar to him (example, moving from a company with a big name to follow a friend because he's genuinely happy with little things and moments). I think he's pretty quiet and private in general and very traditional for SURE, like "there's a proper way to treat people and exist in civilization". hobbies would include quality time with friends and family, arts like pictures, drawing, paintings, cooking, games. he loves company.

[hollowflight-propaganda]

Honestly I really wish we had more time with Cattail and how she interacts with Clay, since as we saw in the guide, she legit is a bad mother even by Mudwing standards(since those standards are basically just “don’t have these things die or get separated” for the first few years of a hatchlings life)

I think it could be cool if we saw her and Clay truly connect in some way after some adventure(I’ve actually been trying to brainstorm a DoD story in the mud kingdom partly for something like this) not necessarily as a mother and son, but in some strange other way

maybe that doesn’t make sense, I admittedly got the idea after listening to “Father and Son” by Yusuf/Cat Stevens(idek how lol)

I SWEAR THAT YOU ARE READING MY MIND, I was literally just thinking about a Clay and Cattail fic I came up with the other day. Don't know if I'll ever do it, but I'd like to! (also I'd love to see your idea about the DoD being in the mud kingdom, they spent only like maybe 3 chapters there in tdp and it disappoints me greatly)

I also think that Clay and Cattail's relationship could morph into a more friendly one. They wouldn't ever really become mother and son because that obviously isn't what Cattail wants, but I imagine she wouldn't be able to hate who is literally the nicest guy on the planet forever.

Anyway, I think she's so so interesting. People tend to think very black and white when it comes to her, it's either "shitty mom," or "she did nothing wrong," but I think her character deserves a lot more nuance than either of these.

Because yeah, she sucks as a mother and really shouldn't have sold Clay and broken up her clutch. And then when Clay comes back looking for answers she's rude and acts like he's wasting her time when she's the one who sold him to a secret society in the first place.

At the same time though, I can see why she's so bitter and seems to not care about anybody other than her siblings. She's lived through years of war, quite possibly for her whole life. She lives in a place that's described to be impoverished and war torn. Her sister abandoned her and has been dead for years without her knowledge. There's an interesting character there, and I really wish we knew more about her.

[fraternum-momentum]

killing stalking ramble belowww

!! tws for mentions of sa/rape, murder, abuse, etc. !!

(REALLY REALLY long, around 2k~ words. just be warned. also tmi in some parts.)

THIS IS NOT AN ANALYSIS !!!!! it def gets analytical in some parts, but i feel like i would need to reread ks a couple of times for me to feel confident enough to do a full blown analysis for it. these are just my thoughts that i want to get out of my head. really rambly for the most part, and separated into sections mostly for my convenience buy also to get my thoughts a little more organized.

what do i think about it?

it's great ! i really love the more thriller-ey aspects of it, esp when seungbae was investigating the whole thing. how he's trying to piece together everything and switching in between pov's was so so cool. love love love how extremely tense everything is, like ooo is he gonna get caught? is he gonna get killed?

ACAB but seungbae is the only police officer i'll salute to 🫡 (bc he's not real LMFAO)(and also he hates the police despite being one so)

season 1 is a great intro and it rlly gets u hooked, rlly went in super hard with the whole torture stuff. came in guns blazing n stuff. rlly rlly intense. the whole thing with jieun is just so sad man,,,,,,, like she was rude and all and she was an kind of an asshole to bum but i don't think she deserves to die over that 😭,,,,

there's also already a lot of foreshadowing and future callbacks planted into it. it makes me wonder how much planning went into the story :0 !! even early on it's pretty clear that sangwoo sees his mum in yoonbum, that's why he kept taking care of him after abusing him. he said ‘i love you’ out of the blue and bum thought he was talking to him and sangwoo replied ‘i was talking to my mom’. i mean, it's literally spelled out by the author in one of the qna's. i will be amazed if u didn't catch that somehow.

anyw season 2 is my fav because of reasons stated above. the tension is rlly great. when seungbae finally trespassed which led to the confrontation at the basement scene to when they were doing the interrogation was rlly rlly good. it shows how competent of a manipulator and a quick thinker sangwoo is. throughout it my heart was beating so fast i was so nervous JQHSHQ

seungbae rlly tried to pull through but unfortunately the people didn't believe him so woo and bum got away SCOT FREE,,,,,,, which caused seungbae to lash out on woo, then got laid off. DUDEEE i was so saddddddd, i mean i saw there were like 40 eps left so i knew he wasnt going to succeed but STILLLL i was cheering for him ykkk?

ep 34.

kinda tmi and i hope to fucking god it's not weird or anything but i can see myself in yoonbum.

LISTEN ok. not like the perverted stalker aspects. more of the whole jwhhr fuckk idk how to describe it without sounding pathetic or whatever but a while ago my brother and i had a talk about being careful with people bc of how bad my whole self esteem is and how easily i would be to manipulate and just how depressing my whole demeanor was or whatever and this scene in ep 34 where yoonbum was being interrogated by seungbae kind of left me a deep impression on me

i've def have asked myself something similar to this, idk maybe had talked to someone abt it when i was drunk as shit. but it i kind of started wondering if i would do that in his position. if i don't get any better, could i end up like him? eeeeeqjdb idkk its something i don't want to dwell on much but it's been at the back of my head ever since. i don't know. it's scary.

season 3 is more focused on characterization and developing the "relationship" between bum and woo. vv sangwoo centric. it deals with his past trauma and how it affected him. seeing how his childhood was initially and then the eventual reveal as to what really was happening in those scenes was so good. kind of shows how you never truly know what's happening behind closed doors. and it shows the extent of the abuse, how unstable his mother was, and how emotionally manipulative she was to sangwoo when he was a kid. then her eventual death in which she managed to gaslight him into thinking he killed her. at least, i think its implied that she drove the knife into her neck. and now, even when she's gone, her presence lingers and haunts him. quite literally too because its eventually revealed that her corpse was INSIDE THE FUCKING HOUSE.

i love how the dynamic turned from a dependency to a codependency. it's like watching a fire slowly spiral out and it becoming an huge shitstorm. it's interesting seeing that sangwoo needs bum too. right after he accidentally called bum 'mom' while they were having sex, that's probably the lowest he's been in, even begging yoonbum to not go and stay with him at home bc he's been so paranoid lately. even now i'm still not sure if bum was actually fucking the girl or if it was all a figment of woo's hallucinations.

there's a lot of particular scenes that i want to dedicate a small paragraph to but i don't want to make this longer that it alr is qkdh they're not anything life changing plus the implications are p clear anyway so,,

ending is insane. at first, i was kind of glad that bum seemed to be healing. like he was getting therapy, there was a person who was taking care of him, seungbae seems to be monitoring him regularly. i mean, he was still paranoid and stuff about being caught as an acomplice but he was fine for the most part. well, at least that was i thought until he started asking where sangwoo was and i kinda went oh no,,,

idkkkkk is it bad that i kind of felt bad for bum when he didn't get to see sangwoo for the last time? i mean, i want him to just move on with everything and heal but it was pretty clear he was still vv attached to woo so idkkkkk?? maybe its just me needing to have some closure or something? i was so sad that yoonbum didn't even get the chance to be truly happy in his life. even in his happiest moments with sangwoo, it was all just a skewed perception of love.

yk even if seungbae didn't go to woo's house one last time for that final confrontation, i feel like their codependent relationship would go to shit either way. but ahh,,,,,, bum deserved so much better,,,

seungbae my goat 🫡

small part abt him bc he's my fav

seungbae is interesting,,,, bc he def has violent tendencies much like sangwoo. i.e. lashing out at woo, wacking a guy out with a scanner (who, luckily, turned out to be a wanted criminal), hitting the guy who killed his father with a the golf club, dreaming and fantasizing about violently killing that said murderer multiple times, and probably more that i can't remember.. maybe a ‘two sides of the same coin’ kind of situation??? idkk

there's literally a part where seungbae said so himself that he and sangwoo were similar, immediately following it by saying that it was a dangerous thought. i think having a stable figure in his life (chief officer) helped him a lot. if he didn't have him, i feel like he could've easily ended up like sangwoo. all around green flag tho :3

my complicated feelings abt it:

idkkkkkkkkkkkkk like this is a thriller and it depicts a clearly abusive relationship but the fact that it feels so fanservicey to me feels so wrong to me ???????? like shit. i only started reading it bc i thought 'oh wasn't this bl or something? i don't remember lol. but sangwoo was hot, i should go read it' and proceeded to get my ass blasted with this is absolutely insane.

ok i'm gonna be completely honest i've always hated fanservice, so it's a completely biased take from me. like idkk it ruins the vibe of a scene. can't a good show just be a good show without all the panty shots and the weird ass angles?????? like okay, yeah, i literally draw porn but that doesnt mean i want porn/sexual in everything all the time.

like i get it. the sexual aspect of this is a necessary and integral thing. it's clearly there to depict that there's an imbalance of power. how sangwoo being on top feels more in control whereas when he's in a position of submission he gets angry or scared (a trauma response) and it's another aspect of abuse that a lot of characters experienced and it's all shown. but i think my issue is, when its with woo and bum there's like certain part to it where i'm just kinda like,,,,, you know that feeling when you feel like a sex scene in a movie is kind of going on for way too long? and ur just sitting there mildly uncomfortable by it and aughggyvh idkkk its weird,,,,,,, like should i keep watching or is this integral to the story???? am i going to miss any details or something anyone would say ?? and idk???????? like when bum or woo was sa'ed by adults they didn't depict it in such a,,,,,,, romantic?? light???? i'm not sure what to say but i feel like there's a difference in ambience and pacing and shit in a bunch of the scenes esp in season 3 but i guess it's bc they're in a 'relationship' ?????? idkk

in a way i can understand why they would present it like that ??? i'm probably reaching, but maybe it's to directly put the viewer in yoonbum's shoes and kind of see how sangwoo manipulates bum? like we as the viewer become victims ourselves of sangwoo's charms ????? maybe that's why it was psrticularly uncomfortable for me ??????????? dude idk,,,,

but like,, i've played btd/tpof before but i don't seem to have any problems with it, and that's literally torture porn or whatever but for some reason i draw the line at this apparently ????????

and i’ve thought about this really hard bc it was driving me nuts as to what the difference was. but maybe its bc it's kind of romanticizing it ??????????????? tbh i'm still not entirely sure. eh whatever i don't want to make it a big problem.

oh but fray, you draw noncon, dubcon, and gore ! arent you fetishizing it as well ? how is that any different ?

(this part is kind of tmi too) i think there's a fundamental difference between what i'm doing and having a cnc kink and depicting actual sa in a story.

no one is saying sa is not bad. for some people it's how they deal with the trauma they endured and for others its simply just a fantasy. cnc, in a real life setting, both parties are consenting and recognize that it's all just roleplay, if anything is out of the line you can opt out of it with a safeword and it's CRUCIAL that this safe word is respected. in a game like for example, dol, you can manipulate it into however you like. there's also cheats where you can just remove encounters altogether irrc. you're the one in control of the narrative.

i've had rape fantasies before (i play dol, don't be so surprised) but that doesn't mean i want to be fucking assaulted when i go out at night. and idk maybe like in ks it depicts all the gruesome and tragic parts of being abused, whether it be emotionally, sexually, physically, etc. and that's why it feels wrong framing it in that manner ????

idk my views about it aren't completely black and white. dude idfk i'm not an expert in anything. at the end of the day i'm just some random person who read killing stalking and just has some thoughts about it. anyw that's all 👍

[panpiepid]

I understand where your coming from. Joel and his humor, for new viewers, can be hard to understand, since he does focus a lot on being egotistic and sarcastic. You can choose to not like his videos, that's okay, but then you proceeded to insult him and call him a "second character" in his own videos, weird, but ok. Also, saying him being invited to an "artists collective" smp was a problem but before that you complimented his past bases being cool and for being creative, again, what are you trying to get here? You literally just described an artist. Also, didn't know there was a criteria in hermitcraft where everyone is required to be an "artist" These people know each other. They have played together multiple times before. They are friends and that's why he was invited. That's the beauty of hermitcraft, it's an smp filled with people with different talents and skills. Some are builders, redstoners, entertainers, prankers, pvp-ers, etc. and that diversity is BEAUTIFUL. Don't insinuate he was invited for no reason because he doesn't know anybody there when evidences suggest otherwise. They're literally in another smp. Also, he has such great respect for False as a player. Again, for new viewers, his behavior is being egotistical, but in past videos he mentioned False being a great mc player especially in MCC, he recognizer her skills and respects her for that.

All I'm saying is there's constructive criticism and there's you just being passive aggressive with your critic. Not everyone would 100% like any CC and that's okay, everyone can like whatever and whoever they want, but what you did was plain rude and disrespectful to the CC. Chill with your "Grian's friend or side character". Joel's audiences have wanted him to join HC for so long because HE makes amazing builds, he's funny and entertaining, and he DESERVES it. Not because he's a friend of a popular MC CC. It's not his fault the tags for HC on tumblr is clogged with people showing their love for him. If you want, just block his tag. That's the beauty of tumblr, you can control what you see. Anyways, I apologise for the long ask. This ask is not meant to fight you. I was just annoyed at what you described him when he's not that at all. Have a great day.

I said hermitcraft was an artist collective not an artist collective SMP, on the grounds that videos are art.

Also yeah I'm probably wrong about the whole side character thing, it's just the vibe I got from watching empires season 1 and 2 and the life series.

[snakiest]

You know, I’ve heard a lot of conversation about how Turbo fast has a lot of interesting plot lines that never went anywhere, and mysteries that could be really interesting that are seemingly ignored in favor of adding more comedic episodes, but… (press read more, this is a long one!)

there seemed to be a sort of change in direction when it comes to what the show was supposed to be about, really. Or that it wasn’t really supposed to be a show about facing villains and uncovering those mysteries entirely, and the show simply wasn’t given enough time to get ready and solve those problems they vaguely hinted to in some of the more “action packed” episodes.

There’s a pretty cool interview with Chris P. that gives insight into the production of Turbo fast, where he says things about the mindset on creating the show that changed how I personally felt about it, even though I’d already watched it ~15 times in the past 11 years and felt the same each time…

The show had always been created with the goal of fleshing out the cast, particularly the rest of the crew that were left to the sidelines as purely comedy, or used as a means to develop Turbo and Chet’s story and the plot of the movie as a whole. However there was a slight change in pace during development,

I really think the best example of the change happens as early as the first episode, actually.

Crazy Fast has always been a spectacular episode of this show, that I’ve seen almost universal enjoyment of across fans whether or not they like the direction the show went in, or whether or not they even like turbo fast in the first and just prefer the movie…

It’s also one of the strangest episodes in the series when compared to tone of the rest of them.

CF could be described as a more action-comedy focused episode, but there are actually plenty of those in the series (Turbo Drift is a particularly well received example in this case, which I and others agree is an episode that reaches similar quality of CF, which is certainly helped by its similar 22 minute runtime as opposed to being a segmented 11 min double episode like the rest of the series.) Yet, not many actually keep the same “vibes” even so.

I believe the difference between even the more action focused episodes and ESPECIALLY the comedic focused episodes and how they changed fan’s enjoyment and the quality of the writing (especially for the characters) can be best observed through Turbo, who can be argued to be the main protagonist of the series, and franchise as a whole.

If you’ve read this far i’d be really hopefully that you’ve at least watched the movie Turbo, and at least seasons 1 and 2 of Turbo Fast. (I’d be really surprised if you haven’t actually. Why are you here?)

While this is a post about the show, It’s kind of impossible to talk about Turbo’s character without briefly explaining his personality in the movie and how it transferred, changed and evolved going into the show.

In the movie, Turbo is an incredibly stubborn yet optimistic sort of guy. Quite literally doing things that could most definitely end in his death (see: lawnmower scene) just because he holds the genuine belief and hope that he can do it.

He is also sarcastic, rude even the slightest bit egotistical at times, a notable example being him laughing at Whiplash and the rest of the crew (which, at that point he was not yet a part of) because he believes himself to be somewhat better than them because they’re slow… only to be immediately humbled lol.

During Crazy Fast (which, I’ll from now on refer to as CF) , he retains these traits, just shows them in different ways!

Ironically, he also gets pretty humbled in this episode, like, multiple times, as he learns that his way isn’t really always the best way. We see another example of how despite his optimism (and, in a negative sense, his stubbornness) being one of his defining traits, it isn’t always impenetrable. His belief that he can overcome everything becomes a negative thing as he accepts Hardcase’s challenge without really any other choice, which puts everyone in danger.

A new trait that I personally did not see very much, if at all in the movie is that Turbo is also incredibly naive in this show. partially due to his default mode of thinking everything is gonna go as planned, and brazen (sometimes egotistical) belief that He’s Got This, (he doesn’t got it, fyi) and the fact that he is incredibly inexperienced as a racer.

His naivety is a very good example of taking traits that Turbo already possessed and amplifying them both to flesh out his character by highlighting parts about him the movie didn’t introduce itself, and to create more opportunities for comedic situations!

However during later seasons, particularly late season 2 and all of season 3, the shift in focus on writing for the show drastically changed how turbo’s traits were expressed…

Sure, it was definitely funny. But even when I was the age of 7 years old watching this show instead of my pathetically elderly 17, I could notice that it wasn’t really the Turbo I loved seeing on the screen.

he seemed… kind of stupid!

His optimism was still there, but he became so optimistic and naive that he lacked skepticism even when faced with obvious opposition, things he consistently took as a trigger to shift his opinion or even get mad at, seem nonexistent for the sake of moving the plot along. It drastically changes him to create room for stories that yes, while funny, lose any comedic value they might have had because it shouldn’t even be happening to happen in the first place, or at least not in the way it’s played out, because he just wouldn’t respond to the situation that way.

That isn’t always a bad thing, however! Sometimes characters have to do things they wouldn’t normally do. That’s kind of the entire point of creating new scenarios and episodes. If none of those things happened then it would kind of be an incredibly boring show, not funny or good at all.

It’s the way that the characters react under these situations that sort of make or break it, whether you’re trying to make the audience laugh, or any other emotion you aim to convey through your episodes.

While still flawed, a well executed example of pushing Turbo’s traits in a situation he wouldn’t normally allow is Adopt-A-Toad, which is an episode in the middle of season 1.

An awfully executed example is The Snailman, which embodies a lot of Turbo being uncharacteristically stupid… There are a lot more cases similar to The Snailman in this show rather than Adopt-A-Toad, unfortunately.

I’ve asked around in a Turbo fandom discord server people’s opinions about the show and gained a few common opinions about these changes, especially in character personalities and general “flanderisation.”

For starters, most people (including me) don’t actually have a problem with the fact that the show isn’t always racing or story focused. The characters and their shenanigans they get up to are what people watch the show for, and that interest aligns pretty well with the goal of production and the creation of the show in general. The purpose has always been to flesh out the characters and world these little snails would live in.

What people do have a problem with is how the characters almost entirely change from how they were established both in the movie and in the beginnings of the show in ways that do not make sense in order to be “funny.” When oftentimes, it doesn’t really work too much in later episodes, as it’s so extreme.

Common complaints on that front are about Turbo, Skidmark, and Burn, who most people agree are the worst victims of flanderisation throughout the series. (An honorable mention is Whiplash, and I’d personally add on Chet and Hardcase as well, although Hardcase less so as he is the only one of these picks who originates from the show and not the movie.)

Some claim and have problems with the fact that, despite the show’s focused on fleshing out characters, they didn’t actually get fleshed out all too much?! Some were given backstories or information about themself that either never went anywhere or were very, very one off jokes. Most complain about Whiplash and his mysterious past mentor, Breakneck which we never learned too much about, and the fact that some members of the crew weren’t really given as much care as he was, and his was never resolved…

Personally I don’t actually have a problem with the whole Breakneck incident and never finding out what it is. To me, it seems like the purpose of it was to serve as a “hint,” a real thing that happened, while also being a joke. And it succeeded! Whiplash and Breakneck’s past and current dynamic is still treated seriously, and the joke probably would’ve been ruined had they actually said or shown what the incident was, but I can also agree with the fact that it would be pretty awesome to learn what happened.

One thing I undeniably agree with is that the rest of the crew, including Turbo and Chet who we know the most about, do have incredibly missed potential when it comes to their own stories. Like previously mentioned, many are relegated to jokes (I.e. Skidmark, whom of which has a few jokes referencing his family that range from really, really funny to nobody likes this episode and never comes back to rewatch it, so 99% of people don’t even remember that Skidmark said that, and also Why the hell does he hate his dad so much??)

Smoove is probably one of the best characters when it comes to “giving them things other than being in the crew,” what with his little brother and everything to do with that, which I won’t be getting too much into because I want to make a post about Buster EVENTUALLY…

People are also pretty sad about the fact that certain villains never really get to return, particularly F.A.J.I.T.A, who I am also incredibly bummed about never getting any more screen time despite them being so, so interesting… but I suspect that it has less to do with the way the show changed and more we just didn’t get enough runtime to actually go about them again.

Regardless of the direction F.A.S.T. went, and all its shortcomings, it’s still a show that really changed my life. I made this post because I cannot stfu about racing snails…. Maybe there’s an alternate universe out there where all of our problems were addressed…

Also. Yes, I am aware this show is for 14 year olds.. but like, I noticed all of this while watching when I was 9. If 9 year old me had the mind to I am sure he would also be making long ass tumblr posts about it.

Thanks 4 readinggg