#they're thinking they're going to spoil the hell out of him while pretending to be indifferent 🤔

[byanyan]

byan's opinion is that valentine's day is stupid and pointless. unless you're buying stuff for them, of course.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

I remember reading someone say that they hope Seviathan ISN’T a jerk and if/when he comes to the hotel, he actually wants to help Charlie in her mission of redemption…then ends up with a crush on Vaggie, lol.

Mate, how funny would that be? 😂😂😂 You’re here to genuinely help your ex, then end up falling for her girlfriend. While it isn’t socially acceptable or appropriate, I think it’s cute. I guess Vags has that sort of affect on people.

oh man, if we go the absolute CHAD route for Sevi WHILE imagining him getting a crush on Vaggie... like, dude meets scary lady, doesn't notice how scary his EX gets over him staring at HER girlfriend, and maybe it's time for Sev to have some personal epiphanies?

Seviathan: "Knock knock? Yo Charles-a-lot! This really your hotel?"

Angel Dust: "Oh heyyy, look what the undead boy band dragged in..."

Husk: (snorts)

Charlie: "Sev? SEV! Holy shit what are you doing here!?"

Angel Dust: "Wait a sec, Sev? As in-"

Husk: "Oh shit."

Angel Dust: "Ex boyfriend on the hotel premises oh this is gonna get INTERESTIN'. Bet on how quick he gets maimed?"

Husk: "Fuck no. She'd kill us too."

Angel Dust: "Sigh... S'pose so. Spoil sport spear bitch..."

Seviathan: "I heard about your thing! Figured you could use a hand with the whole... uh... Sinner pet project obsession."

Charlie: "But Isn't there a game on right now-"

Seviathan: "Nah, everything's blocked out by replays of your little slap fight with heaven. Which I totally could've helped with too, if you'd given me a heads up first."

Charlie: "I did call? I said goodbye in case I died and-"

Seviathan: "Didn't hear it. You know I don't check voice mail. Everyone's always blowing up my inbox trying to to hit me up."

Angel Dust: "Oh my fucking gay."

Husk: "Would you hit that?"

Angel Dust: "If I did ya'd have to shoot me afterwards."

Seviathan: "Anyway, that's how I found out you'd actually went ahead and tried this thing out for real! And made a real mess of it. You totally cut off the final quarter of the best game of the year with all that live coverage."

Charlie: "Sorry, sorry- we REALLY didn't have say in the timing on that-"

Husk: "No shit."

Seviathan: "Eh. The team's played like shit anyway ever since I left."

Charlie: "Didn't you get kicked off for hogging the ball-"

Angel Dust: "Shocker."

Husk: "Never would have fucking guessed."

Seviathan: "Not dropping the ball isn't the same as hogging it and I never drop the ball on anything. You sure have though!"

Charlie: "I have? Where? Or er with what??"

Seviathan: "This hotel lobby for a start. Where's the billiards table!"

Charlie: "Ohhh. We don't have one."

Seviathan: "Why the hell not???"

Charlie: "No one's asked?"

Seviathan: "Well what the fuck does everyone here DO all day long? You've got actual people staying here, right? You're not still playing pretend hostess to stuffed animals and stuff?"

Angel Dust: "I kinda hope Vaggisaurus kills him."

Husk: "Don't get your hopes up. You know she's whipped and Charlie's a fucking sweetheart."

Angel Dust: "A bestie can dream..."

Charlie: "No I am NOT playing pretend hostess, thanks for mentioning it by the way, in public, in front of my friends- and yes we DO have guests at the hotel! Some of them here of their own free will even!"

Husk: "Not it."

Angel Dust: "Bullshit."

Charlie: "They have lots of fun activity time too! Even when we're not doing talk circles!"

Seviathan: "Uh huh."

Charlie: "Yes! Mostly we all like watching TV- well almost all of us- or listening to the radio to pass the time, or hanging out chatting, or reading-"

Seviathan: "So they're pussies."

Husk: "Hey."

Angel Dust: "Down, pussycat~"

Husk: (HISS)

Charlie: "They are NOT-"

Angel Dust: "Speakin' of pussy...."

Seviathan: "Yeah we're talking about you, what about it? Anyway."

Seviathan: (puts hand on charlie's arm)

Angel Dust: "Here it comes-"

Seviathan: "I've been thinking about us lately, and-" (spear thuds next to his head) "-SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT?!?!"

Husk: "Damn. She missed."

Angel Dust: "Just an openin' shot, Mr. Whiskers." (rubs all four hands together) "Oh this is gonna be goooood~"

Charlie: "Vaggie!" (BEAMING) "I thought we talked about this?"

Vaggie: (swoops down) "He's not a gust yet, babe, so I can greet him spear first if I want to."

Charlie: "Sev's my ex boyfriend though!"

Vaggie: "I know."

Vaggie: (yanks spear out of wall and holds it under his throat) "What the fuck are you doing here."

Seviathan: "I, uhh- is, is that angelic steel..?"

Charlie: (laughing) "Vaggieeee. You're scaring him~"

Angel Dust: "An' turnin' her on."

Husk: (elbows him)

Vaggie: "We said hotel security would be my thing until the threat of random asshole angel attacks went down, remember hun? This is my day job."

Charlie: "I never said I was complaining! Juuuust commentating!"

Vaggie: "Alright then."

Vaggie: (backs Seviathan against wall with her spear)

Vaggie: "Talk. Now."

Seviathan: (swallows hard) "I'm swinging by to help Charlie with the hotel thing-"

Vaggie: "Why."

Seviathan: "She used to be my girl, a guy's got a responsibility-"

Vaggie: "Did she ask you to."

Seviathan: "No? She, she doesn't have to-"

Vaggie: "Did you ask her if you could help."

Seviathan: "It's no trouble, I don't mind a little extra work-"

Vaggie: "Are you here to ask for a room in our hotel."

Seviathan: "In this place? Fuck no, you should see the digs I have, I've got a-"

Vaggie: "So you're trespassing."

Angel Dust: "Ohhh!"

Seviathan: "I'm wha-"

Husk: "Fucking screwed."

Vaggie: "You came here just to swan all over her hard work and stroke your own ego, is what I'm hearing."

Seviathan: "Hey girl, I'm here to he-ULP-!"

Vaggie: "Shut up." (over shoulder) "Charlie?"

Charlie: "Mm....wellllll... Since he's already here, as long he really does help, I'm fine with it. He's harmless. He'd just... um..."

Husk: "A fuckhead."

Angel Dust: "Don't take my fav word in vain, baby."

Charlie: "He's my ex for a reason."

Husk: "Fuck you."

Angel Dust: "Much better."

Vaggie: "He's your ex for an annoying reason, or for being an actual jerk who's earned getting kicked out on his ass for once in his life kinda reason, sweetie?"

Nifty: (popping up from floorboards) "Is he a BAAAAD BOYYYY~?"

Seviathan: "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAt-"

Vaggie: "What part of shut up there's a spear at your throat don't you get."

Seviathan: (jaw clicks shut)

Charlie: "Nope! He's not a boy boy! Just annoying! Mostly."

Nifty: "DAMN IT."

Angel Dust: "How's the huntin' goin' today, Nif?"

Nifty: (pouts) "The last baby bug got away... I hadn't even finished ripping it's little legs off while the mother bug watched it squirm..." (slinks back under floor)

Everyone else: "....."

Charlie: "... so! (claps hands)

Charlie: "Sev, if you really wanna help out that's fine, we're still finishing up the last touches on the new hotel if you feel like doing a little paint work and furniture moving!"

Seviathan: "....."

Charlie: "Sev?"

Seviathan: "..."

Angel Dust: "Think we broke him."

Husk: "I think it's the fucking spear pressed up against his fucking windpipe."

Charlie: "Oh! Whoops. Vaggie, please?"

Vaggie: ".... fiiiine."

Vaggie: (steps back) (wipes spear on nearby curtains) "Answer her."

Seviathan: (staring) "What's your name?"

Vaggie: "Hotel manager. Answer her."

Seviathan: "Charlie-" (still staring at vaggie) "-I would LOVE to help set up your pet sinner terrarium thing!"

Vaggie: "Our WHAT."

Husk & Angel Dust: "Hey!"

Charlie: "It's a hotel, Sev."

Seviathan: "Uh huh yeah sure, that thing!"

Vaggie: (lifts spear)

Charlie: (gently pushes gf spear back down) "Oh I'm going to regret this... ok. Let's, get you some gloves and stuff."

Seviathan: "Alright!" (holds hand up to vaggie) "Give me some skin!"

Vaggie: "...." (lifts spear again)

Charlie: "Excuse us Sev just ONE moment!"

Charlie: (pulls gf safe distance away)

Charlie: "Vaggie..? You okay?"

Vaggie: "Fine."

Charlie: "You're eye's, um. Twitching." (tenderly brushes fringe away from gf's eye) "Are you okay with this? He doesn't have to stay."

Vaggie: "No. It's fine." (sighs) "I want to be okay with it."

Charlie: "It's okay if you're not!"

Vaggie: "I will be, sweetie. Just give me a minute." (leans up for kiss) "But. I need to go do a Niffty and stab something. Really hard. Right now. And if I stay here one minute more, it's gonna be him."

Charlie: "Okay." (giggles) "Have fun stabbing things that aren't my ex?"

Vaggie: "I'll try to."

Seviathan: "Oh hey I'm awesome at stabbing! And the thrusting!"

Angel Dust: "PLEASE stick around, toots."

Husk: (mumbling) "Please fucking stick him."

Seviathan: "Long hard things are totally my thing, I could give you a few pointers on handling them no problem!"

Vaggie: "No."

Seviathan: "Oh come on, how about a hands on demonstration-"

Vaggie: (at charlie) "Keep him away from the kitchen knifes. He looks like he'd stab himself showing off and make a mess."

Charlie: "Heheh~ I'll try to."

Vaggie: "Good luck with that babe." (smooches her) (flies off to go stab)

Seviathan: "...."

Seviathan: "She single?"

Charlie: "She- NO? She is not??"

Angel Dust: (whisper hissing) "Is he blind? Didn't they just kiss???"

Seviathan: "We'll she's gonna be single soon, but not for long."

Husk: "He's dead."

Demon Charlie: "Her girlfriend is ME, Seviathan."

Seviathan: "Girlfriend? So she's-"

Demon Charlie: "VERY VERY GAY and TAKEN, YES."

Seviathan: "Wait, with you? Seriously??"

Demon Charlie: "Yes. Me. For s e v e r a l. Happy. Years."

Husk: (lifts bottle) "Cheers motherfuckers."

Seviathan: "Ohhh, so all that making out with you she did, it wasn't just her flirting with m-"

Angel Dust: "Holy. Fuck."

Demon Charlie: "SHE WASN't FLIRTING WITH YOU! SHE LOVES ME- SHE WANTS TO KILL YOU!!!"

Seviathan: "I'd let her, to be honest. She's hot."

Husk: "Let her?"

Angel Dust: "Dude."

Husk: "The fuck does he mean, let her? He wouldn't have a fucking choice-"

Demon Charlie: "On second thought maybe you SHOULD'NT help out with the hotel, actually!"

Demon Charlie: (grabbing him by scruff of the neck and marching towards door) "It was VERY nice of you to drop by, PLEASE go have a good rest of your life, you'll probably have a LONGER one if you live it away from here!"

Seviathan: "Aww Charlie, getting nervous over having competition?"

Husk: (spits out drink)

Demon Charlie: "You are SOOOOOO not competition! You might end up being another hotel fatality though!"

Angel Dust: "Bet on which of 'em kills him first?"

Husk: "Shut up I'm trying to listen."

Seviathan: "I just think a woman like that should have her pick from the best hell can offer!"

Demon Charlie: "I'm the princess of hell???"

Seviathan: "Sure, but you hardly ever act like it."

Demon Charlie: "I...! She, she doesn't mind me being like me. She-"

Seviathan: "What, a commanding woman like that is fine with a spineless partner? No offence. But come on."

Angel Dust: "Alright, now I'm gonna kill him."

Husk: "Let her do it herself."

Angel Dust: "Hmph!"

Seviathan: "She's never asked you to try being more of an actual princess sometimes?"

Demon Charlie: "No, she... Not like, not like that..."

Seviathan: "Not like that, huh?"

Demon Charlie: "No." (yanks open door) "And our relationship has NOTHING to do with you."

Seviathan: (grabbing doorframe) "But you know it could."

Demon Charlie: "NO IT WON'T. COULDN'T! WILL NOT, EVER!!!!"

Seviathan: "So why're you throwing me out of your silly hotel thing, then?"

Demon Charlie: "....."

Seviathan: "Scaaaared...?"

Demon Charlie: (drops him) (shuts door) "I trust her."

Seviathan: "Said like no one who ever got dumped so their girl could be with me."

Demon Charlie: "I trust her not to ACTUALLY kill you, I mean."

Seviathan: "Fuck I hope she tries... Maybe I'll let her pin me again."

Husk: (SNORTS) "'Let her'..."

Angel Dust: "He's gonna earn a fucking Darwin award at this rate."

Seviathan: (dusting ash off himself) "Kinda impressed you got all demon-ed so fast for this though. That's new!"

Charlie: "I've told you, it only happens when I'm PISSED. OFF."

Angel Dust: "YEAH DOLLFACE GET HIS ASS!"

Seviathan: "I know but like, it used to take a lot to get you all riled up. I hardly ever got to see you like this in bed even. Maybe if it'd been easier we'd still be a thing?"

Charlie: "You know I realllly really doubt it since I dumped YOU."

Husk: "HA!"

Angel Dust: "WOOOOO! BURRRRRN!"

Charlie: "And I dumped you partly BECAUSE you kept trying to 'rile me up' so you could try having sexy scary demon sex with me!"

Angel Dust: "OHHHHH!!!!"

Charlie: "Not that you ever even DID!"

Husk: "Fuck yes."

Charlie: "Because I always had waaaaay more fun sleeping on the COUCH!"

Husk & Angel Dust: (high five)

Seviathan: "...."

Seviathan: "So that's a no to having a threesome with us once I'm dating your soon to be ex girlfriend, huh?"

Demon Charlie: "SEV-"

Charlie: (deep breath)

Charlie: "... why do you even think you like her, Seviathan? You don't know her. She doesn't like you. You don't even know her name."

Seviathan: "She's hot."

Charlie: "Can We Try To Be More Specific, Please."

Seviathan: "I don't know? It was cute how she tried bullying me against a wall like that. All snapping orders like she was some kinda drill sergeant, or like a hot coach lady, treating me like some kinda bug crawling by her shoe- Who doesn't think that's hot?"

Charlie: "...."

Charlie: "Ohhhh."

Angel Dust: "Oh FUCK!"

Husk: (laughing) "The motherfucking alpha man-"

Angel Dust: "He's a fucking sub!!!!"

Seviathan: "What, like the sandwich? Shit. Are my pants fitting too tight again-"

Charlie: "Angel Dust."

Angel Dust: "Yesssss oh fearless leader...?

Charlie: (covers eyes) (turns) (escapes)

Charlie: "He's all yours."

Seviathan: "Whoa wait, where're you going-"

Charlie: "I'm gonna go surprise MY longtime girlfriend with kisses!"

Seviathan: "Hold on don't leave me with these two! Charlie!?"

Charlie: (already gone)

Seviathan: "For fuck's sake then I'm outta here too! I didn't come here to hang out with lame guys-"

Angel Dust: "Oh my little baby boy."

Angel Dust: (grins) (leans in) ".....how's the idea of a woman standin' over you with a whip make ya feel?"

Seviathan: "Good?"

Angel Dust: "Mm-hmm. An' if ya was wearing a collar?"

Seviathan: "..." (takes off hat) (holds it over crotch)

Husk: "Great. Another horrible memory to drown away with booze." (swigs)

Angel Dust: (draping arm around seviathan) "C'mon, let's find ya a dom who WON'T for real rail you with her spear~"

Seviathan: "Oh whoa."

Husk: "Oh fucking save me booze..." (down in one)

Niffty: (sobbing under floorboards)

Husk: "What the fuck? What's wrong with you?"

Niffty: "Th-the bad boys..." (sniffling) "... why are so many of them turning out LAME? Even the king of HELL asked me if I was OKAY when he stepped out his door in his ducky slippers and found me lying in front of it like a rug! WHAT IS WRONG WITH BAD MEN THESE DAYS!?"

Husk: "...."

Husk: "Here."

Husk: (hands down drink)

Niffty: (hands popping out to grabby grabby) "IT'S SO SAAAAAD HUSK!" (snatches) (gulps) (gulps) (faint thump and snoring)

Husk: "I can't fucking believe I risked my fucking life for this place."

Husk: (smiles anyway)

[flowersforchoso]

Bi-han as a father.

it takes a while for him to adjust to the concept of fatherhood as a result of the strained relationship he had with his father.

but once he gets the hang of it, he'll be the perfect mix of stern and loving. capable of striking fear in his children's hearts if you threaten to report them, "i'll tell your father" works like a charm to make them act right, but he's welcoming and will never turn his children away or refuse to engage them.

realistically, he would've like 2-3 kids max.

he's a disciplinarian through and through. won't tolerate misbehavior or disrespect, especially if its towards you. he doesn't take kindly to that.

sometimes you feel he's being excessive with it and intervene

"mommy!" your child cries, running to you for protection from their father—a refuge—to which you'd complain that he's being needlessly harsh

"you coddle them too much, that's the problem." he scolds. "no child of mine will be errant"

of course, you get upset at his hard-headedness that barely makes him see from your perspective

and he can tell, because you're no longer receptive to his advances in protest against his behaviour

so he tones down the discipline and tries to be lenient with them. keyword: tries.

nevertheless, he's nurturing and very hands-on. attentive as well. if something is wrong, he notices right away.

will cook for his children because he believes he's the better cook, but they think otherwise, since he just puts lots of vegetables in the food. he wants them to grow healthy and strong

he teaches his children from a tender age to be self-sufficient and trains them to be able to protect themselves and you, if the situation calls for it.

dad time is essential. will take them to exciting places and partake in outdoor activities like gardening, hiking, fishing or simply errands to the marketplace etc. he loves to spend time with them and would crack dad jokes here and there to entertain them. they'll pretend to find it funny.

he's overprotective and strives to be a good role model to his kids.

now if he's a girl dad, there's a slight twist.

his parenting style is much more relaxed due to his mother being the only female presence he had growing up so its a mix of cluelessness and traditional ideals shining through and will mostly take cues from you

training is not mandatory but if they're interested, he would be happy. its not as rigorous and they have the choice to opt out anytime.

he dotes excessively on them that'll make you wonder if this was the same person you married. but it's mainly because he sees them as mini versions of you

at this point, its no surprise he's the preferred parent because of how affectionate he is towards them. and big, strong dad gives the best piggyback rides.

infact, you would have to complain that he's spoiling them too much to which he'd respond

"what's it to you? don't question my parenting" and you leave it at that.

treats them delicately. his paternal instincts go into overdrive everytime and he gets easily worried when it comes to them

when they reach a certain age, he doesn't shy away from topics relating to womanhood. but that doesn't mean he initiates the conversation. he takes on the passive role of listener and further educates himself by asking you questions in private which you tease him for being eager to learn

doesn't joke with his daughters. he's a nightmare of a father nobody would want to deal with because he would raise hell if anyone dares hurt them in any capacity

he's changed so much since having them; has become softened, and is grateful to you for this wonderful gift.

but if he only has sons, its a different story entirely

he's twice as stern and this is because he grew up with brothers so he knows how unruly boys can be

training is mandatory for them, they do not get the luxury to choose. he wants them to be able to protect themselves and you, so he doesn't ever present the opportunity for slacking

in short, he rules with an iron fist. you'd have to remind him that they're his children, not his underlings

struggles with voicing his affection. you'd have to reassure your sons that their father, infact, loves them

and it's only natural they gravitate towards you.

but that doesn't mean he doesn't care for them. because he does. its all about tough love and instilling strong values in them, leaving no room for weakness.

and they constantly want to impress their father. on rare occasions when they do, or bi han is feeling particularly soft, he looks at them with adoration and ruffles their hair or simply utters a "well done" that means the world to them

they look up to their father and are always around him seeking validation

[brotherwtf]

in a modern au where clegan would be dads, what kind of parents do you think they’d be like?? 💗

omg clegan as dads is gonna make me so soft 🥹

this has definitely been talked about before but they would be SUCH girl dads omg those girls would be spoiled to all hell

John lets them play with his hair and put makeup on him, always plays along with their make believe and just nods and starts serving face when his daughters are like "Daddy's so pretty!!"

Gale would always play pretend with them, making up elaborate stories for them and lifting them up so that they're "flying" omg his tea parties would go OFF

John makes lunch for them every morning while Gale does their hair and gets them ready for the day

John would definitely cry when they go to their first day of kindergarten or smth while Gale is just a nervous wreck the whole time, just hugs and kisses and fancy dinner when they get back from their first day

Gale is technically the stricter parent, but it's literally just bcs he doesn't let the girls have candy for breakfast or do whatever stupid plan John has cooked up with them, usually he just caves when all three of them give him the puppy eyes he can't deny

I imagine one of their daughters is super into sports while the other one is artistic, just like their dads; John drives his kid to soccer practice every day and Gale pays for music lessons or art lessons

They try very hard to make sure their daughters know how much they're loved, repeat it so much every day, go to all events and parties and just spoil them so so much (don't worry, they're not brats, John and Gale still know how to dole out punishment when necessary)

When they get older, maybe middle or high school, Gale still helps them with their hair for dances and dates and things, while John always jokes with them about boys

Gale's the dad that always helps with homework and stuff like that while John is the dad that helps with friend or boy troubles

omg Gale and John would cry so hard at their graduations, their little girls are all grown up and leaving the nest and they just get so soft and weepy at the thought

aww this was very sweet, thank you for the ask anon! lmk if y'all have anymore clegan dad hcs!!

[blackstarchanx3new]

Creations AU, But I obnoxiously over explain it PT 3

Pages 61-90

Back at it again with Mike and his silly little adventures in Freddy's.

Huh.

What'd you see.

Stop being vague.

Who are these creepy masked people???

The bullies from FNAF four

Damn if only there was an entire side comic FNAF 4 cough cough I made about them that will explain that lol. We'll get to the side comics I promise. ;)

Whatever he saw, he's terrified to re-live.

Ouch.

Someone got hurt-

What the hell are you apologizing for exactly?

What'd you do?

None of those people in the masks were you...

We can tell cause they actually had a skin tone lmfao.

Oh that could use some cream.

So that's why "the bite" kept making Mike uncomfortable...

This kid got his head munched on.

And it wasn't ACTION but LACK of action he's cowering in fear from a child over.

Side note this panel out of context is hilarious and I won't pretend it's not.

Hi Bonnie! :D

He is the best.

Damn okay.

What's reality?

Ominous poster of the yellow Freddy for sure isn't important.

Haha Mike ya have episodes like this often? Often enough he composes himself afterwards.

He's utterly bamboozled Bonnie apparently SAW the kid he was chasing so...maybe.

That smirk is unsettling.

So this part of the building used to be "Fredbear's" the place Michael's favorite animatronic "Spring Bonnie" is from and mentioned earlier. Fredbear is clearly the one who bit the child.

I'd be scared too Bonnie thousand yard stares are concerning.

That's hysterical coming from the clearly possessed giant rabbit but go off I guess-

He's obviously trying to make Mike feel better which is nice of him. UwU

Aww. Hug how sweet.

So now we know a bit more about Mike. Let's review:

This nameless kid Mike saw die was obviously Michael's brother Cody Afton from all the context clues we've been given:

Mike's reaction to Micheal bringing up Fredbears, due to it being a traumatic event.

Cody being "Bit"

Mike doesn't seem TOO sure they're the same person but we know it is.

Mike blames himself for not doing anything at the time to stop Cody's head from getting crunched.

Mike's grasp on reality is...Flimsy. Self admittedly he thinks it's flimsy and he knows when he needs to go home when it's too much.

Mike is desperate for comfort over his trauma with Freddy's and Bonnie's a cool dude who'll give it.

You'd think Bonnie would be a bully from his intro but he's actually a super caring guy, he just can't stand people who purposely cause problems.

Bro comes in clutch with the hugs.

You can see why Freddy would run to this guy to solve issues haha.

So from those first panels we know 1 thing:

He had no clue Ennard was in the room with them. So add stalking to the list of creepy things that clown robot has done so far.

My god it's an old man-

He's Micheal's dad! :D William Afton!

Alright I'm gonna stop being goofy and vague for a moment:

It's obvious he's evil as fuck and for the people who like to bitch he has a personality in this comic or ANY media where people give William a personality: Stop making excuses as to why you write him one note you cowards, you can give him a personality without condoning what he does lmfao. Only a bad writer would say you HAVE to make him one note for him to work. Fucking morons actually you are stupid if you believe that.

If you wanna make him cartoonishly evil with NO redeeming qualities: Cool. Whatever. Just shut the fuck up don't act like yours is "Better" because you can't think of ways to make him anymore interesting.

Everyone's William caters to their tastes. Nobody's is PERFECT. I only judge stupid vapid bitches who complain about other interpretations while blowing smoke up their own asses. Because an ego isn't pretty on anyone lmfao.

The idea giving William a personality makes you a terrible writer/person needs to die I'm sorry that's such a stupid as fuck idea idk who came up with it but kindly stop writing and stop giving writing advice. UwU With love~ From me!~

Anyways I've spoiled William is a bad person who does a bad thing, Won't say what yet but all the death in the building can give ya some ideas. And apparently because William is bad guy there's "Rules" on how to write him. From a bunch of 12 year olds who dunno how to write but I digress.

I detest the idea of that. Because let's be real all FNAF characters are blank slates and the idea of squashing creativity is dumb. Literally go wild with your FNAF AUs.

Rant aside: William seems to be a bit of...An ass.

Just slightly manipulative and rude language towards his only living child it's fine-

Ah yes. He also demands physical affection.

We get Michael's age, he's 23 aka still a damn baby.

Also, William and Michael are British.

Since we're on voices:

Mike Schmidt would sound like Legoshi from Beastars lmfao. I imagine Bonnie with a new York accent. Freddy sounds like a lady.

We finally get to see what Ennard and Michael interact like together...

Michael doesn't seem to put up with him.

Ennard's kind of a prick.

Also apparently they have a HISTORY.

One that involves Michael talking shit about his father...

For people who know shit about the games: Yes Ennard is possessed by the same person from the games.

Hah Michael tricked him.

Okay so everyone in Michael's life is manipulative towards him.

Neat.

Also Ennard is a raging hypocrite.

Also conformation William is an owner not just a robot maker. (Can't remember if this was brought up earlier again some of these pages are 2 years old lmfao)

Also this comic assumes you got SOME Fnaf knowledge. I'd hope it's still interesting for those of you who are here for my other stuff! XD

Like ouch Ennard ya don't gotta be such a jerk.

Also Mike is cute.

This panel unironically is one of my favorites because this man doesn't scream in terror at any of the terrifying robots:

It's the gay guy he's trying to befriend he screams like a little girl at.

Another help wanted joke about the Faz token under the cupcake in the office.

Michael just wants to hang out with Mike obviously.

Despite all the shit he's clearly going through dude puts on a very pointy smile.

This man is built like a cat.

Lol they made pizza together. How cute.

Hah bro is apologizing for something he didn't even do nor has control over-

Is it obvious Michael is abused yet?

Going real unsubtle here: Everything about Michael shows off he has been abused in some way shape or form.

Michael wants to think he's being friendly for reals despite clearly having second thoughts due to Ennard.

Bro is desperate for a connection with someone.

Also

Pff.

Mike c'mon Bonnie's so sweet how could you- X'D

Few things: William doesn't "Let" Michael do things.

If it wasn't apparent he was controlling as hell before it sure is now.

Also Michael is embarrassed of his interests.

Also the locker:

Again we see an instance of Michael going by "Mike" as his locker literally just has a piece of paper tapped over it adding the rest of his name lmao.

Michael is used to being toyed around with that is sad.

Bonnie continues to be a sweetheart even when he's off screen. X'D

Mike attempts to relate to Michael's interests once again.

Also another instance of Bonnie lying his ass off about how close Michael and him are:

He knows Michael's locker combination and puts gifts in there lmao.

Mike clearly likes that plush a lot. Maybe he likes Chica a lot lmao. Who knows.

One thing to note:

If Michael's working day shifts and night shifts...when does he sleep?

Grant it, it isn't ALL THE TIME but still bro's sleep schedule must be OBLITERATED.

Oh hi giant floating head in the hallway you're stalking Michael too huh?

This is just two sides of someone's brain arguing with itself that the entire positive interaction they just had was terrible AND the other party hates them.

And that comparison only makes more sense down the road.

Yeah Michael you tell him. You don't need to take that from him.

Jeremy's a cool dude.

Also the fact the kids pay no mind to this argument is funny.

Also Ennard taking genuine offense to Jeremy being a better friend lmao. Anyone can be a better friend than Ennard. X'D

We hit the image limit but oh boy. So much joy in this update.

[ohwell-itsme-but-danganronpa]

Shuichi & Kaito's fall-out post-game

So Kai talking about his hc is what lead to this

Kai: every once in a while i think about what if Kaito realized he has no actual fucking clue who Shuichi really is. like he considers him his friend and insists he knows alot about him, but one day he realizes that a large chunk of what he "knows" about Shuichi is either assumptions he came up with and forgot were assumptions, or are things Shuichi masks with and aren't really true about him. i just love the idea of Kaito suddenly getting his whole view on Shuichi shattered and having to totally reevaluate how to be his friend

[timeskip]

Hina: Kaito isn't a bad friend but man sjsksksk

in my heart of hearts (in which Kaito goes to hell no matter what) he is tho, I think he'd get in denial about it instead [the convo has been going in the direction of Kaito trying to get to know him for real & prove himself as a friend], and most likely try to instill in Shuichi and everyone that he knows better and Shuichi is the person he made up in his head, just like he did with Maki right after meeting her, with the whole trying to force her to be the girly girl he thinks she should be in canon. Like, Kaito at his core is an only child who was spoiled by his grandparents and never told no, he thinks the world spins which way he'll wish it to

Hina: I think Kaito is a bad friend in canon, 100% but for me personally, I usually pick and choose what parts of Kaito I like to keep lmao This is a postgame headcanon, but after the game I'd like to think he's one of Kokichis biggest advocates, even more so than Shuichi There's a small difference between the moment where Kaito says he's not sure if Kokichi was lying and postgame And it's Kaito actively dying for the rest of the class It's one thing to say you're dying to save everyone, it's another thing to actually commit and do it I think in a postgame scenario, where Kaito actually has had to confront those final moments before his death and realize exactly what a "heroic sacrifice" means, it changes his opinion completely He might not agree with the actions Kokichi took to get there, but the fact that given the choice, he chose to lay down his life to put a stop to the game. He wants to believe that's for everyone else. He can't fathom the idea that anyone who does that could possibly be selfish

oh, if it's post-game it's worse on Shuichi angle tho, I get that he [Kaito] could change his mind about Kokichi after this (he'd have trouble admitting it tho), but for Shuichi it means that the mess of 4th trial and what followed happened between them

you can't tell me he wasn't impacted long-term after, actually they both should feel betrayed, Kaito did openly show that to him this was Shuichi turning against him and was ready to cut him off and lead the group against him, but Shuichi crawled back to him like the wet dog he is, I want post-game Shuichi hesitate before disagreeing with Kaito on something minor and then let himself finally feel hurt over this

when it hits him that he can't pretend it's all fine because they made up and that he has outgrown the need for hero-Kaito and is now letting him stifle him because he got used to being under his shoulder

Sini: Yeah, Kaito did him dirty. I get that Kaito felt betrayed, but Kaito was so pissed at him and for what? For arguing against him when he turned out right? For accusing Gonta even though it was a class trial? Or… Given that Kaito admitted to being jealous of Shuichi…. Was it all because of jealousy? Is he still jealous even now? Kaito apologized yet Shuichi is still playing the sidekick to Kaito’s hero as if everything is still the same

I want the realization that they're not fine to hurt him like a bitch, I want him to be just trying to wish it away, asking for it to go back to the way it was at the start, because he still hates confrontation and is more tired than ever and is still scared of not having a hero, doubting himself per usual, he still needs Kaito, doesn't he? (all he needs is a friend)

Ves: shuuichi just wants ONE thing to stay stable but alas

Sini: He is both angry and wants to lash out yet wants to keep things as is. He’s mad at Kaito but also wants him to still be his friend

and I think Kaito would only double down on being a hero post-game, because surely everyone needs one right now, somebody to still put on the cheerful act and give them something to look forward (he refuses to notice how denying equal ground & mutual support is fucking up everyone in the training trio and honestly anyone who cares about him)

also if he just believes strongly enough he'll be fine eventually

and there's parallel to Kokichi probably also doubling down on his act, hoping they'll leave him to rot (think "I'm damaged, far too damaged"/lyrics)

Ves: the idea of kokichi doubling down on his act postgame makes me ILL get up boy i am outside your door w hot cocoa and a therapy dog

(thinking back to Barely a Planet, Barely Pluto) he can get the dog, but you're not entering his isolation tower, this poisoning attempt has been thwarted

[u5an5]

Of things extra: Once Upon a Witchlight Ep. 28 | Duel of the Honks

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! Fair warning, this post contains SPOILERS. If you don't want to be spoiled, STOP READING !

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(Kremy): Why don't you guys like, rumble outside and, you know, have like fisticufs.

(Gideon): Well if I fisticuffs with 'im, he's gonna die.

[Chuckles]: You know what's funny, Gideon...

He blows air into his thumbs like inflating balloons, making them huge and raises them in front of him in ready position

[Chuckles]: That's exactly what a bitch would say!

Gi, angered: Alright, that's enough! I didn't wanna do it, I was gonna spare Grickos life when you're rindin' inside of his body but I'm done! When you're outside, I'll bury you in the swamp, you damn clown!

As Chuckles cartwheels his way out of the room, his Sticky Sneakers squeaking each time they make contact with the floor, Gideon absolutely furious runs out after him, chasing the sound of constant laughter and squeaks

(Torbek), panicked: Oh no, Mr. Kremy do something!

(Kremy): Ribble, I need you to get outa here and supervise, make sure nobody dies!

T: Ohhh, okay!

Torbek chases after them

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Gideon POV

A mangrove tree stands in the middle of a patch of heavily churned mud, where rusting and rotting bits of armor and weapons are scattered. Two lengths of chain are anchored to opposite sides of the tree trunk, each with an iron shackle on the end.

But you are not prisoners. You have no need for those shackles.

Yet.

As you find yourself in the middle of this circular Proving Ground, there are rusted pieces of armor all over. Looking at this Gideon, you can say it would be useless in a fight, should you need it.

As you and Chuckles stand face to face, for the first time in life and death, able to truly fight.

Torbek runs out after you

(Torbek): Mundlemud! No, no! Gideon, please! This is important! DON'T hurt him!

(Gideon): Did you hear what he said to me?! He called me a bitch!

(Torbek): Ribble heard him, he tried to pretend he didn't, but this is serious! It's still Gricko!

(Gideon), conflicted: I- Listen. I'll just hit him so hard he just dies- kinda, and then we'll revive him!

(Torbek): Ughhh, just- Just think this throughh! Gideon can be a bigger person!

(Gideon): I'm literally bigger than him, I dunno what you're trying to do- I'll slap him so hard that Chuckles' gonna come right off his goddamn stupid clown face!!

Torbek lets out various sounds of distress while he's saying all of this

(Gideon): Forehand, backhand, doesn't matter! I'm gonna break Gricko one way or another, and he's coming back in next 12 seconds cause that's how many rounds it's gonna take!

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(Gideon) vs [Chuckles]

(This fight doesn't use fight stats. Players roll initiative and on their turn they describe what their character is doing, which can be anything as long as it's in-character and in-universe plausible. Wherever the move hits decides d20 contest - the result is in favour of person with higher number)

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You square up.

Torbek- Ribble, at Kremy's discretion, is guarding his friends, unsure what to do at this moment, as you two stand opposite each other in this circular arena.

Gideon, you stare down at Chuckles' body. The body of this desiccated dead clown thing. You know that somewhere in there is Gricko, but at this moment all you can see is Chuckles.

Chuckles, you stare at your arch-nemesis, Gideon. This is the man that punched you so hard in the body that you went to hell. And there really is no wine in hell

[Chuckles]: I'll never forget that fight...

He says this as starts to cartwheel in figure eights. As he stops and rights himself, his legs blow up like a cowboy, as he slowly advances towards Gideon, his sneakers squeaking with each step. On his hip appears a toy ray gun, as out of nowhere clouds transform into clown horns, playing western tune. He grabs the handle with his giant hand

[Chuckles]: Okay Gideon, how is it going to end?!

Gideon squares off, walking up so they're face to face, as the fire on his body to start rising up, lighting him up.

(Gideon): Oh, it's getting hot in here.

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You're so excited to finally take down Chuckles, hopefully the final time. But Chuckles surprises you, as he pulls out a ray gun. Gun? What's a gun in Avantris? You’re flabbergasted. He has the fastest finger in the West. He points it, whatever it is, at you.

[Chuckles]: Hey, Gideon.

(Gideon): Yeah?

[Chuckles]: I was walking, from the carnival to the farm, and out of the bush... three pigs jumped me and devoured my flesh.

(Gideon), amused: *chuckles* That's a pretty good story so far, keep going.

[Chuckles]: IT WAS A HAM-BUSH!!!

Chuckles yells, as he puts his finger on the trigger.

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As Kremy walks up to the arena, he's followed by about 50 bullywugs, all of them clearly members of the soggy court, as they begin to fill the stands. You see that it caught the attention of people that worked here too, and within 10-15 minutes, the stadium is filled.

Ribble, you have been outfitted with a referee uniform. You've got a whistle hanging around your neck, you've got a cap on and you're wearing a striped shirt.

You're not quite sure what you're supposed to do with this, what your expectations are, but you seem to be now in some sort of position of power.

Kremy is gifted a magical conch shell, that when spoken amplifies voice, as he tells the crowd that the event is about to start and somehow Gideon and Chuckles haven't destroyed each other yet.

They're just staring at each other, squaring off, getting ready to engage in combat.

(Gideon): *laughs* Ambush, great! Great joke, for 15 minutes I've been laughing!

Everyone has begun to settle down, the bullywugs had their hot dogs, and their peanuts, and their drinks. Everybody's excited and a hush begins to fall over the crowd, as people begin to chatter.

You all are huddled together in the middle, Kremy getting close enough to the rest so he can have a quick chat with them

(Kremy): All right, what's going on?

(Torbek): Ughh... It's pretty bad, it's pretty bad, Augluth. I'm really worried Gideon's gonna kill Gricko accidentally!

(Kremy): Well here's the thing, you've got to make sure that he beats him up until it looks like Chuckles dies, you understand? That's your job.

(Torbek), unsure: Ngh, okay...

(Kremy): Okay?

(Torbek): No, but here we go!

(Kremy), talking to the conchshell: Froggy and toad people! Are you ready to see a bloodbath?!

The audience cheers.

(Kremy): Are you ready to see something you ain't never seen before!?

The cheers louden.

(Kremy): Do you all count as witnesses, if so cheer!

After brief confusion crowd cheers, agreeing to be witnesses.

(Kremy): That's legally binding! And, begin!

Torbek blows the whistle as soon as he hears "begin".

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[Chuckles]: We've been standing here for three hours...

(Gideon): Yeah, he's been pointing this thing for... for forever!

The thing looks like a gun, it looks clown-circus-like but it has a dark nature to it.

As blast goes out, Gideon is easily able to step aside from it (miss)

[Chuckles]: Oh, that was my 9th level spell!

As the blast hits the stairs next to the audience, it carves a straight hole through the stairs.

Watching this, Kremy and Torbek are able to hear from the audience

"Who even is fighting? They never announced who this was, how do we know who's dying?"

As the blast hits random bullywug walking down the stairs, killing him instantly, Chuckles looks at the gun with elated shock.

[Chuckles]: Man, this Shadowfell stuff is pretty intense!

(Kremy) to (Torbek): Hey, do you remember Gideons, like, "fake name"?

(Torbek): Yeah, it's, um, Mundlemud.

(Kremy): Why don't you introduce him?

Kremy throws the shell to Torbek. As he catches it, a screeching sound starts to emanate from it.

(Torbek): Sorry, Ribble got too close to the conch.

The audience is covering their ears.

(Torbek): How do you turn this thing off...

Audience starts to yell for him to shut up each time he tries to talk again and after a unsuccessful few tries he gives it back to Kremy.

Someone from the audience yells "Get your vuvuzelas!", as Chuckles points his gun at them and shoots them to death.

[Chuckles]: Oh, I'm out of turns, sorry. *looks down at the gun, pouting* Oh, it was my last use...

He says, as he throws the gun behind him. When it hits the ground faint wails are audible

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As he dodges the blast, he charges at Chuckles, trying to wrap him with his chains. (hit)

He swirls his chain around Chuckles, binding him with his hands crossed around his head

[Chuckles]: We haven't even established our safe word!

(Gideon): Safeword for you, you greasy clown!

[Chuckles]: Banaña! Banaña! Bana-!

As Gideon pulls Chuckles towards himself, Chuckles spins directly into Gideon, as Gideon's fist sinks into Chuckles' his face, as it starts to stretch and warp under it like a water filled balloon. It seems to do a significant ammount of damage.

After being hit, Chuckles head spins around for a long while and when it stops he throws up bunch of colorful circus peanuts at Gideons face

(Gideon), disgusted: Oh, my least favourite bodily activity, ugh!

[Chuckles]: Oh, what a wonderful day for a blood bath...! Oh, Gideon! What's your favourite animal?

(Gideon): It's a pig man, I've told you like four times. You've asked me every time you took over Gricko's body, it's a pig.

[Chuckles]: Ohh... Okay, coming right up!

He blows into his thumb, trying to turn into several balloon pigs, but the chains around him are hot and melt and pop them. His face starts to melt a little.

[Chuckles]: Oh no, my plastic flesh is burning! My rubber!

He grabs his hat and pulls down onto his face, covering his entire head. When he pulls it back up his face is back to normal.

[Chuckles]: Oh, that's much better. And less graphic for the audience. I know there are some tadpoles in the audience, we have to keep it PG.

From the audience there is loud "Pretzels! Unsalted pretzels, with avocado-based mayo! Only 23 gold pieces!" from a vendor

[Chuckles]: Oh, hold on one second Gideon-

He shots the vendor dead

[Chuckles]: Okay, that was the last charge. Fuck that guy, right?

(Gideon), whining: I kinda wanted some of those man, I'ma little hungry.

[Chuckles]: Unsalted pretzels?!

(Gideon): I'd eat anything-

[Chuckles]: God, do you hate yourself?

(Gideon): For the last ti- all right, you know what? Shut up!

With his chains still wrapped around Chuckles' waist, he pulls him close to himself and punches him once again. You see his form shift and you can see bits and pieces of Gricko there, somewhere.

(Gideon): Don't worry buddy, I'm gonna beat you right back!

Few of Chuckles' teeth fall out, very Looney Tunes-style

[Chuckles]: Ugh, nice shot Gideon...

(Gideon): I won't let this horrible clown have your body even if I have to bury you!

[Chuckles]: You know what they say, I'm okay getting a little roughed up - to make an omlet you gotta break a few eggs!

In his raised arms appears a striped colorful barrel with a dark tone and he tries to smash it on Gideons head. As the barrel smashes into the ground next to him, a bunch of red monkeys come out of it. (miss)

As the monkeys hit the ground they sizzle and pop, they are clearly acidic monkeys. They let out some monkey noises and run away, with Gideon hastly jumping out of their way.

"Bloody Maries, get your Bloody Maries with one of those deep fried cheeseburgers! Only 22 gold pie-AUGH AAAH IT HURTS! AGH IT HU-! *angry monkey noises*

Stairs are littered with vendor bodies, as another one comes truffling down.

[Chuckles]: What are you waiting for, Gideon? What we'll do will echo through *HONK*ternity

His teeth are missing, blood is coming out of his eyes.

Gideon whips his chain up, sending Chuckles in the air, as he jumps up after him and grapples him

As Chuckles is sent into the air he pulls out a Simon Says sigh saying "uh oh"

As Gideon pile drives Chuckles into the earth, Chuckles' time stops for a moment. His eyes go wide as his pupils get smaller and red

[Chuckles], in his mind ala anime fight throughs: That's right Gideon, enterain them! My clown ancestors are smiling at me Gideon, can you say the same-?!

CRASH

As he's saying it, you can see Chuckles fading away. You now have Grickos body in your hands, but you realize it second too late. You can hear all of his bones snap.

(Gideon): Don't worry buddy, I'm gonna bring you back-!

Torek blows his whistle, notating the end of the battle and win for Gideon.

Gricko lays in a small crater in the ground, Family Guy-style.

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The audience goes crazy. Everybody is cheering and screaming, you can hear "Long live Mundlemud!" "Mundlemud for the win!" "Mundlemug has a clean slate!" all around

(Kremy): That's right folks, the clown's dead and he disintegrated immediately! Leaving a goblin he must've eaten earlier or something... Anyway, thanks for coming!

"Does anyone want a full cooked chicken piccata? On a dinner plate...? Chicken piccata! Hey, hot and fresh chicken piccata, who wants some?!"

One of the bullywugs stands up and yells "Shut up, we're listening!", as he stabs the vendor in the back.

"AAGH- Agh, lemonade capers..."

You can hear bits of conversation, as bullywugs, no longer interested now that the fight is over, all begin to make their way towards the castle to prepare for other nights endeavors.

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[ms-cartoon]

Hello There!! :) Sorry to bother you but I just wanted to let you know that some leaks for future episodes of Helluva Boss, for EP 6 And 12 were just leaked on 4Chan and I wanted to know your thoughts if you saw them. I've seen them myself..and I've gotta say, this just made me more annoyed and made me just wanna avoid the show even more, it's so damn predictable and it's just more proof that the show refuses to put Stolas in the wrong and call him out on what he's done and make us feel bad for him, and he's just nothing but this "UWU baby. 😒🤦‍♀️ It's just so frustrating, I REALLY don't see this show getting any better and seeing these animatics for the future episodes of the season just proves my point.

Heck, sometimes I'm even wondering why HB needed to be made, yes it was obviously made to keep fans invested and entertained until Hazbin's arrival but this spinoff has just been a mess and all over the place, and relys on shipping to get the fans entertained + I feel like a spinoff should be able to stand on it's own without connecting to the show it's based on, ya know? It also just feels Viv isn't as passionate about HB as she is with HH, like HB the more I think about it, just feels like nothing but a cash grab and just there to keep fans invested, and it'd working since the fans will eat up anything from Viv. I'm not saying Viv and her team aren't passionate and hard work is shown with the Animation + Voice Acting, but everything else, especially the writing..isn't very good. Idk man, I just feel like HB is just a cash crab and such, at least with HH it has so much potential and something going for it and seems like a story Viv actually WANTS To tell and explore, which I hope it delivers. 🤞💙 But with HB, it's just all over the place and it went from a comedy show about assassin Imps to a romantic yaoi fanfic show, it's facts. I thought this show was called, "Helluva Boss" not "The Stolitz Show"/"The Stolas Show" This show just feels like a fanfiction and all it's emotional scenes feel emotionally manipulative too and just not earned, they're just there to make you feel for the characters. For example, remember how in EP 6 (Truth Seekers) It seems Blitz was gonna change for the better and try treating Moxxie better and stop being an asshole? Well, the next episode just completely throws Blitz "Depth" right out of the window and he goes back to his same ways and WE are apparently supposed to feel back for him, especially at the end of that episode..but I don't, because he did that to himself.

And while yes, it takes time for a character to grow and change, they still try putting effort in the process when it comes to redeeming and trying to better themselves and you slowly see them grow as time goes on, even if they slip up at times and it isn't easy. But with Blitz, it's like Viv and the writers completely forgot about the last episode, and his and Moxxie's so called "heart to heart" moment and just had him to continue being the same unlikeable, loud, annoying, creepy Boss that he's always been since the Pilot, and had him stalk his employees (ON THEIR ANNIVERSARY, BTW) just because it's funny.

(Let's not forget that HB pretty much spoiled HH and it's premise when it comes to Charlie's goal to redeem demons and help them get to Heaven. But it just seems pointless and just reckons HH, since Heaven is revealed to be just as bad Hell and it just makes Charlie's goal useless, tbh. Though, I like to pretend the C.H.E.R.B. EP doesn't exist, Lol.)

(I've mentioned beforehand that I really do use to enjoy and like the show a lot and was a fan, but things started to take a turn sometime after EP 3, where it went downhill for me and I saw a drop in quality. I rewatched the show and saw in-depth posts on here and just realized how bad some things are in the show and just how flawed it really was. I mean, when being a fan, I didn't really pay attention and just saw on flawed it was, plus I also stopped watching and left because of it's toxic and horrible fandom and how they attack and harass you if you say one negative thing on the show or their favorite ships, and say you're homophobic..which is ridiculous and just so sad, especially when some of these fans are adults, almost close to their 30's and yet act like children when not everyone blindly praises the show like they (and the majority of the fandom) do.)

Yes!! I have seen the leaks. Just now after you mentioned them. (I'm surprised it wasn't that hard to find them).

Honestly, Stolas existing as a character hardcore irks me at this point. Not gonna lie, lol! Just knowing this show is going to try its hardest to have us pity him or Blitzo, even when they don't even deserve it, frustrates me. For real!

I'm not gonna spill a drip of tea about the leaks, but from what I've seen so far (in some ways, in these specific scenes), let's just say it's similar to the last few episodes that were released. And if you read my rants, you'll know it'll be the same issues I've mentioned about this piece of crumbled mess we call a web show. At this point, I really am done with this show. Like, I'll still watch the show just to make fun of it, but my ratings for it will stay at an all-time LOW!

Yeah, I can pretty much tell from the first season that Viv's effort and determination for HB faltered completely and will probably never click again. It's no secret she's more invested in HH. I mean, it's fine if you wanna put more of your focus on the MAIN show you really wanted to release. It would actually make sense that her interest and effort for her spinoff fell drastically because she started paying more attention to HH (even if it is the main reason why it's terrible). I can tell at this point that she loves Hazbin Hotel a lot more than Helluva Boss (I mean, I do too. But that's not the point) However if you're going to make a spinoff just to keep your fans entertained enough to have patience for the big thing, at least put more effort in the plot and the potential the show could have. And I'm not just talking about the fans that will go ~~uwu gaga~~ or teary-eyed over everything that occurs in this mess as long as it keeps the ship going. I'm talking about the people that actually expect this show to make sense and have some good plot points!!

Pretty much all that you said is accurate! It can't be any more right than it already is.

For real, where the holy hell did the plot go!!?? What is the point of this show?? What lessons are being learned?? If there are any lessons learned, they should've been learned from the very beginning it became something serious instead of the characters going through the same repetitive sh*t only to not learn a damn thing. If I'm missing something, someone's gonna have to let me know! Cuz, my god! This show IS ALL OVER the place with its plot points! How are you gonna expect me to feel bad about any of these characters if they're never gonna learn their lesson? You can't just make a scene where they start to see the error of their ways and make it seem like they're going to try and change for the better only to completely forget about all that they learned (or are supposed to learn) just to act the same as they always been. Like, what was the point of that build-up? Where did all the potential go?? You mean to tell me all that was just some kind of filler episode that supposedly never happened???? NO! That's not how this works! You can't just do that??

It was supposed to be just a comedy. A sitcom about a bunch of assassins getting their job done. Fulfilling requests from every sinner to kill or get revenge on anybody in the living that did them wrong. We only had very few episodes containing that plot, only for it to turn into a drama and into a rom-com added with pointless drama so suddenly since episode 7.

And you raise a good point about the whole heaven thing. Charlie's goal just seems completely pointless since the cherub episode. In heaven, Angels are supposed to be seen as... well, the complete opposite of what the sinners and demons of hell are. We're supposed to see them as good people ( or angels?). The kind of people that do no wrong. Or probably have done some wrong but begged God for forgiveness so they earn their place in heaven (not really sure if it works like that. That's just based on my assumption and just seems to make sense). They could be considered really nice beings who hate committing felonies and only want to be good. But all we saw was a whole freakin' FACADE from the Cherubs!!! They just seemed sweet while only wanting to keep people alive. But later, they literally try to murder and fight these imps!! Cursing and even calling that old man sh*tty! Umm, WHAT?? Angels using bad words.... Is that even allowed?? Charlie wants to redeem every sinner... Okay, but what would be the point if they're just gonna act the same as they did in hell. They would just be keeping a whole facade to make themselves look good!

(What ever happened to those Cherubs after they got kicked out of heaven anyway?)

Yeah, Helluva Boss was enjoyable for a while. A short while actually. It wasn't perfect, but it was still enjoyable to watch. But unfortunately, it failed to be seen as one of the best shows I've seen. The plot is just not there anymore. The characters are terrible and fail at being characters. The jokes aren't even funny no more. They might as well be jokes for kids under 17 who just laugh at every single f bomb being dropped. The fans that do watch and enjoy this show might as well be a bunch of 12-year-olds if they don't even see one flaw it has. I'm sorry. But considering how toxic fans can get, I have every right to say this.

[fearthhereaper]

Tw. Rape: the writers decision to make aegon a rapist who watches his own children fight for sport is comically bad. I can’t take this criticism of him seriously because I can’t take the writing itself seriously. It also does not mix well with how tgc portrays him (which I love personally cause you can see him putting in the effort to understand and humanise aegon) because that is not someone who watches children like they are wild animals fighting in a pit, especially not his children. And the way half the fandom glosses over how daemon is a rapist while hounding aegon is disturbing. He is shown in the show to seek out blonde maidens in brothels (we all know that when someone in a brothel is a “maiden”, she is most likely a child”) to quench his thirst for his teenage niece. And in the books mushroom says rapes Rhaenyra and, if the show wanted to go with mushrooms account as they did with aegon, they should have kept it in.

I agree completely.

That's why when I'm asked about liking Aegon over Rhaenyra, or just Aegon in general, I have to explain that I like what Aegon could've been more than what we're actually showed in the series.

That Aegon is just a laughable caricature meant to make the other side look morally superior. That's it. That's his role. He's not there for nuisance, or even to make people consider the fact that while the throne is Rhaenyra's by the order of birth Aegon's claim, as a son, is important too.

Why make him a man who wants to fight for his family, his children's survival, when you can just make him a spoiled, whinny, man-child rapist, right? Makes rooting for the "right" and "correct" side so much easier for the general audience.

To be quite honest I think that either the writers are stupid as hell and unable to write a compelling, multifaceted story or they simply chose not to because they know that the general audience can only comprehend clear good-guy-bad-guy stories.

I don't understand how Daemon's faults can be so easily ignored while Aegon's are used to call real life people rapist apologist and even worse things. My only explanation is that his fans see him how Aegon's fans see Aegon. A character that is better in fanon than in canon so why not just ignore what we're showed. The only difference that matters I think is the fact that Aegon's fans don't excuse his actions and pretend they never happened.

Also the bias from the main, general audience. Daemon is on Rhaenyra's side (the protagonist we have to support otherwise we're bad feminists) so he can't do no wrong. The fact that he lusts after underage girls, the fact that he grooms her, marries Laena who was younger than Rhaenyra, then leaves her for another child, (also the fact that he's her UNCLE) is irrelevant because he's sexy and dark and deadly and whatever other nonsense they can think of so it doesn't matter, it's all good, he's actually a feminist king who respects women.

At the end of the day they was fans treat these characters is completely dependent on whether they're on the side of the protagonist or the antagonist. Protagonists' side will never do anything wrong because the audience will turn a blind eye to it, while the antagonists will always be ten times worse than they are.

(the fact that the writers think that way too doesn't help)

[m34gs]

What are your top 5 favourite platonic relationships in fiction?

Hi friend!!! Thank you for this ask! I'm so excited for this!!!!!! I had to do some errands earlier so I couldn't answer until now, and then when I had time I got so excited I just had to make myself a cup of tea first! So I shall sip my tea as I answer. Prepare for a Ramble. LOL. As usual, I will be listing this from Fifth to First, with my Top Favourite being last. Also, this list is gonna be HIGHLY subjective. :D Warning for potential spoilers ahead!

5th: Bokuto and Hinata, from Haikyuu!! What I like about this relationship is their dynamic. Hinata is enthusiastic and easily excited and Very Energetic. He's like a mini-Bokuto. And Bokuto loves that. Hinata looks up to him and even decides to become his 'disciple'. I love that Hinata continuously cheers for his senpai, and that Bokuto immediately is like "hell yeah! That's my disciple!!" It's very endearing. It's a very wholesome relationship. The reason it is lower on my list is that while I really love it, I also really really really enjoy the (non-canon) potential darker side of this platonic relationship...I have so far written and posted one fanfic where Bokuto kidnaps Shouyou in a bit of a platonic yandere way, and I really really can't let go of that idea to be honest. It's like an itch in my brain. So, if I get back to feeling like writing and posting more for Haikyuu, I may post more Bokuto tormenting Shouyou. :D

4th: Milly and Meryl from Trigun (1998). I absolutely love these two ladies. They kick ass, support each other, and bring me so much joy. Meryl and Milly work for an insurance company, chasing after Vash the Stampede because of the immense damages he caused in a past fight. They are both strong women, in different ways, and they work so well together. Meryl is the one in charge, but she's very high-strung and sometimes loses sight of things outside of work. Milly comes across as airheaded, and she is physically very strong (her gun is 98kg). She's kind and positive and makes a lot of jokes. Where Meryl gives the orders and keeps them on the right track, Milly is the one who reminds Meryl to stop and smell the flowers once in a while. They're amazing girls and they work very hard. I just really love how they encourage each other, listen to each other, and work together so well.

3rd: In third place is Rin Okumura and Izumo Kamiki, from Blue Exorcist. I actually am fond of most platonic relationships involving Izumo because she is such a tsundere and it's really fun and cute to watch her go through trying to act all prickly when she has become actually fond of her fellow exwires. I chose her and Rin, though, because I think this was one of the bigger turning points for Rin. (Spoilers for Kyoto Arc ahead! If you're caught up on the anime, then no worries!)

On the way to Kyoto, Izumo is the only one who approaches and sits next to Rin. And when he asks if she was afraid, as they now know he is the son of Satan, she responds that shouldn't matter. Sure, he's related to a demon, but Izumo points out that lots of Exorcists are. He just happens to be related to Satan. It's the way she is the first one to treat him as a normal classmate after the reveal...the way she also calls out their other classmates for being cowardly when they found out...it screams Friendship. She may pretend she's aloof most of the time, but she really does care, and this is one of my absolute favourite interactions that shows it. In return, Rin is a very caring and eager person. He definitely appreciates Izumo's actions, and it really shows in parts of the manga (of which I will not speak more since I don't want to spoil things for you!).

2nd: Swindler and Courier from Akudama Drive take the second spot! I think their relationship is really interesting. In my opinion, Courier has a bit of an older brother vibe, which immediately makes me very happy. In the show, I think the scene that cemented their relationship in my eyes was the part where they're trapped in the same scenario replaying over and over in their heads. They're trapped in the same scenario: back at the Takoyaki stand. To me, that emphasizes how much they really impacted each other. I also think by the end of the show they have a lot of trust and loyalty to each other. Swindler and Courier had to know. They Had to know that they weren't making it out alive if they tried to save Brother and Sister. There was no storyline where they would get out of that situation safe and sound. But they still did it, and they did it together. That loyalty and devotion doesn't just happen between everyone. I truly believe they had a special connection and friendship by the end, even if they didn't get to enjoy it for long.

1st: My top favourite is: Natsume and Nyanko-sensei from Natsume Yuujinchou (Natsume's Book of Friends). I just really adore the friendship between these two. Nyanko-sensei, aka Madara, comes across at first as a prickly tsundere with a very proud attitude. He's also a yokai. Natsume is a lonely orphan human who is able to see Yokai. At the start, their relationship is built on a mutually beneficial agreement: Natsume has a Book of Friends from his deceased grandmother which holds the names of yokai she defeated in fights. With their names, he can control them. Madara wants to get his paws on that book. The book makes Natsume a target for yokai who want their names back, or who want to control other yokai, as well as humans who would use the book to control all the yokai in it. Basically, they start as Madara agreeing to be Natsume's body-guard and in exchange Natsume will leave the book to Madara when he passes. But, as Natsume spends more and more time around Madara, they both grow attached. This is how we get lovely lines like "Don't eat my prey" from Madara when rescuing Natsume from other yokai, or situations where Madara is wailing like a child as Natsume returns names from the book to yokai, but actually doing nothing to stop Natsume. I adore them so much, because as Madara softens up, Natsume also opens up and learns how to make and have friends and family. They grow together. It's a really beautiful relationship.

There you have it! My current Top Five Favourite platonic relationships in media! (this is subject to change, of course, as I continue to consume new media, lol). Hope you enjoyed these answers, friend! I had fun writing this for you :D

[thegeminisage]

tng update time, brief because i am BUSY. two nights ago we caught "contagion" together, yesterday i watched "the royale" on my own, and just now i finished "time squared."

contagion: don't know why this one was recced by so amny people because it was VERY boring. because it had romulans in it? it's not even unwatchably bad or anything, i just...didn't care

did like that the romulan commander was a woman though. just like the enterprise incident. where's spock when you need him

the archaeology angle was stupid. "oooh i have to go i've been studying them since i was a lad" you literally do not have to go "well china was thought to be only a myth until marco polo traveled there" bitch, not to the fucking chinese. get a grip.

the fakeout data death...girl we know he's going to be fine! i did like him throwing geordi around though he made the little faces <3 and i was very proud of him for continuing to work when he had a little computer virus. aw. maybe less glad that picard didn't give him any extra priase for doing so but whatever we can't have high expectations for this ep

anyway it was all just very overly contrived. and i was bored.

the royale: this had a great setup because i love when star trek talks about nasa. that made me really excited for what turned out to ultimately be a holodeck episode

played this one on 2x speed genuinely (my deepest dishonor - bad ones get 1.25x, really bad ones get 1.5x, and horrible ones alone get 2x speed)

like, if you changed it a little, you could say the holodeck is broken and won't let you out until you pretend to be investors and win big in the casino! it's the same thing. i guess they didn't want people thinking the holodeck was dangerous and unreliable, which it is

anyway, i liked data blowing on the dice. that was all though

time squared: this one blew my tits clean off. amazing. 10/10. it's like the immunity syndrome, enemy within, and doomsday machine had a time traveling baby

there is like a little bit of time travel technobabble that makes no sense whatsoever. and i did get the final twist spoiled for me. but it doesn't MATTER. neither of those things mattered because i was still sitting there with my jaw on the ground after the end

like, one website called this one confusing. sure yeah a little bit. they were playing very fast and loose with both their own rules established in the episode and the greater rules of the franchise as a whole. but the point is the character arc

like. picard sees himself make a decision that will destroy his ship. he sees himself fail utterly to do everything he holds sacred - he did not even GO DOWN with his ship. he is facing a matt decker doomsday machine of a situation. remember when kirk pitied matt decker because he saw his whole crew die and was helpless to stop it but was also a little put off by him because he couldn't possibly imagine himself in that situation? but with picard IT IS himself. it's green shirt john crichton and black shirt john crichton. they're BOTH the real picard but one of them has been through something unimaginably horrible

AND WHEN THAT PICARD. ENDANGERS THE SHIP. like. IN COLD BLOOD our picard chooses to kill him. and in my personal interpretation he thinks of it as mercy. but like he still shot him while looking directly at him and NO ONE knows what he did because he DIDNT TELL THEM except he called the fucking doctor for some reason

like at the end he's just staring out of a window. and riker is like hi im here to let you talk about it! and picard doesn't talk about it and riker goes away and in the end he is just staring out of the fucking window and they just ROLL CREDITS a real "anyway! these are the voyages of the starship enterprise" of a situation aka what i always loved about tos episodes (honorific)

i THINK this is a cross-section of drag me to hell and there was no laugh track but further contemplation required. straight banger i fucking loved it

i still have to do "the icaurs factor" and "pen pals" alone, but then we get to do "q who" together WHICH IS THE BORG EPISODE i cannot wait. nobody tell me ANYTHING.

[castlebyersafterdark]

Especially as a gay guy who with no hesitation crushed on so many straight male celebs without an ounce of whatever the hell this girl's mindset was. They're never going to meet you, let alone propose marriage!!

wow that story about your friend was so interesting! i imagine such a formative part of growing up queer is these 'hopeless' crushes, so why does her (straight) scenario hinge on whether they could actually be together? its as though her fantasy hinged on a glimmer of possibility. on hope. hmmm.

i think when we play pretend, even as kids, there's this impossibly simultaneous belief of two opposite things: that its both real and not real. the key is that they are balanced and both true somehow - so i could daydream about billie joe armstrong from this one magazine poster pasted on my bedroom wall for years but i def knew i wouldnt and probs didnt even want to meet him! i mean, i was like 13 and he was an adult, which kids now are freaking out about, but i didnt think twice about crushing on him because i wasnt hoping to meet or actually marry him lol.

but i guess today with social media where we can glimpse these people's lives, our fantasies become more 'possible' and the real-not real balance gets thrown out of whack. honestly i think it either spoils the fantasy (oh no theyre human after all) or it makes people believe they could actually be friends with celebs (because theyre human! yay!)... and like, yeah, technically, but when i see people saying 'i just need to meet them and we'd be besties' it always makes me cringe, because parasocial relationships make people forget that relationships really really are two-sided. and your fav celeb might just not... like you that much. or they might just be a bit boring irl for more than the length of a tiktok video lol.

idk, i've worked in jobs where i've met a fair share of celebs i admire from many different fields, and its amazing, the difference between idea of them and the presence they have in person. after that i decided i didnt like to meet my heroes because the imbalance felt so weird to me.

so maybe your friend knowing this guy was gay, it ruined her balance of real-not real make believe. whereas i assume you, knowing you were having gay crushes on straight dudes from a young age (</3), probably had this self awareness and so your fantasies hinged on something other than possibility. did you also like any celebs who were rumoured about, like prince or bowie? as i recall there was some ambiguous sexuality in the 00s alt scene, but who knows how much was for show? (mcr springs to mind)

Yeah, I definitely think it's very common across the board for a lot of people that once something interferes with their fantasy, it just breaks them a little. Which I always just find so odd because celebrity crushes are so far from reality so why does it matter so much?? Absolutely different if it's someone you know irl, you're into them, and then you either find out they have a SO, they're not sexually compatible, or they just... don't want you haha. Add a very thick layer of 'they'll never want you' to celebrities because while yes, famous people do get with non famous people, you crushing on someone famous as you go about your day to day normal life is a lot different than a random encounter that is so rare it's not even worth mentioning as logic to this situation. People get upset when they find out the celeb they like is dating someone. Or they come out. Or whatever. The make-believe really warps some people. (This could be a whole discussion on the rabid Mlvn fan issue, as a meltdown on the verge due to their ship sinking and their ideal fantasy world centered on Mike/El crumbling down, breaking their brains)

For example, I've made it pretty clear I have a big gay embarrassing crush on Finn. What does it matter though haha I will never meet that man. Don't want to, and I'm also very happy and smitten and secure in my personal life. It's just normal human attraction. Talent and being hot is appealing. I'm just a random fan. Same as everyone else! I could talk for hours about the parasocial epidemic but you said enough so I'll let that one sit. Also, I don't think I'd like him less if it turns out he's straight. Still follow his career. Still think he's fine as hell. I'll just probably like him more if he's on this side. That's my honest take.

And totally sad for kids that their peers and people older than them are promoting this thought-crime culture that it's weird or wrong to fantasize about other people, especially those older. That's just life!! It doesn't mean anything. It's admiration, it's aspirational, it's learning about yourself.

And to your last point, I can't remember all my crushes when I was young, mostly actors in shows or movies rather than musicians. Bowie and Prince would have been too old for me to even give a second thought about haha but I'm sure they were so validating for people a little further back, unless this just meant like them. I mean there were celebs that were out or who were rumored of course, but the biggest one I can think of was Lee Pace, esp during the height of the Hobbit filming. I was really into those movies in high school. He had rumors, which turned out to be true! So, there's an example that worked out actually.

This is kinda embarrassing now but my dream man growing up was Shaun White. Memory lane stuff right there, goddddd 🫣🤣

[countlessrealities]

So... how does it feel to be so involved with Adam's egg? Motherhood jokes aside. Does Charlie know yet?

Unprompted questions || Accepting !

Oh Lord, here it comes.

Vaggie wants to be mad at Adam for shoving her in the spotlight, but she knows she can't. He has already gotten her out of an awkward position once already, even at the cost of giving people more material to harass him. She feels like she owes him to at least share whatever comes with the whole egg ordeal.

"I...uh, it's not easy to explain it," she starts after a few moments of silence, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. "I mean, I'm really invested in it, I'm not even sure of why, but...I guess I feel protective of Hesta because they're going to be yet another angel to grow up in Hell. I know what that feels like and...it sucks if you don't have the right people around."

If Charlie hadn't found her back then...She doesn't even want to think about what might have happened. What her life could have been like.

"I want them to be safe. To have a good environment to grow up into...as much as that can happen in this literal dumpster on fire. Like...the Hotel. That would be perfect."

However, that means that Adam would have to accept to come live with them too, and that's still one big work-in-progress.

"I never thought about having kids, I never wanted them, but...I'm also glad that this one fell in my lap? 'Cause...it's a chance for me to do something good. Besides, Charlie is amazing aunt material, so she should get the chance to have a niece or a nephew to spoil."

There's also another side to all this, though. Namely, her and Adam. Their carefully mending relationship, the heavy, bitter shadow of how they have parted ways.

"But...It's also weird. Because this isn't just any egg, it's Adam's egg and...He and I have some complicated history." And isn't that the biggest understatement of the century. "We've been getting along lately, but...I'm not sure if..."

Her voice trails off. She doesn't even know what she wants to say. The truth is that she has so many contrasting emotions when it comes to her former best friend and she doesn't know where to start from to process them.

The best thing she can do is leave it as it is. At least while she can afford it.

"I miiiight not have told Charlie about it yet," she starts once again, with a nervous chuckle. "She doesn't know about...well, my plan to bring Adam to live with us. Or about my clashes with Vox. Or whatever he and Alastor are doing with each other."

She means to tell her girlfriend everything at some point, but she still hasn't found the right moment to do it.

Well, almost everything. She won't tell her about that one night she spent at Vox's. Absolutely not. Nope. Never ever. It's too embarrassing. Besides, the two of them have agreed to pretend that it never happened to start with.

"She has so many things to deal with, I don't want to burden her with this too. I'll talk to her when I've made some proper progress. Now...it's still all too uncertain."

{ @creationtainted / @holoharbinger - mentioned }

[wimbledonsoot]

[the fall] - I'M LIKE A RACOON IN A GARAGE (ep. 4)

the plot begins to thicken as you enter the masquerade held by Mr. Jacobs in disguise and try to discover exactly what you need to know to incriminate him. as you attempt to interrogate him however, you see something that makes solving this near-impossible case even more difficult.

trigger warnings for this chapter: canon typical violence, karlnap making out + hints at Karlnapity as a whole canon thingamabob, alchohol drinking, being drunk, mentions of throwing up, implication of sexual thoughts, innuendo, suggestive comments, wolf-whistling

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You would like to dig yourself a hole and die in it at this point, but instead you've got to pretend to be civil and kind to someone you think is maybe friends with a serial killer.

Which is honestly just not a good situation for you.

Initially, you'd planned to infiltrate Mr. Jacobs' house and then threaten him, but luckily enough, it seemed the man was having a party.

A large one, involving masks.

Which, of course, you were all excellently equipped for, save for your lack of any and all respectable (read: clean) clothing.

Which meant you need to commit some low-level crime (read: breaking and entering, theft, and assault. Just your average everyday shit).

Sneaking in through the window is simple, and the route to the bathrooms is easy enough, because here it is relatively empty. Mr. Jacobs has a large house (and likely a larger stack of money to go with it) and thus you're pretty much invisible. Luckily enough, however, you manage to stumble upon a group of people, and because they're spoiled ass rich ones, they're entirely too easy to knock out.

And then to drag to the bathroom.

You strip them down to their socks and underwear and then observe the clothing colection.

And curse god some more.

Because somehow, you managed to bag the most eclectic, individualistic, batshit crazy dressed people at this entire party, because the amount of furs and shit makes you want to run away and dive into the sea and then just like. drown.

Oh look. Fish scales.

You inhale deeply and bonk your head against the wall, groaning out.

"I'm not fucking wearing fish scales!" You protest.

"I'll wear the scales," Philza says.

Apollon winces, "I'll do the uh... bird costume," he spreads his wings, "these'll fit I think."

Phantom willingly goes for the whole-ass gold suit and stalks into a bathroom, while Dream eyes the lime green suit in distrust before picking it up and discovering the matching shoes, which are (hopefully) fake snakeskin cowboy boots. You can't help but laugh at him, and he sourly points at what they've left you with.

God must hate you.

Because sitting on the ground are two outfits, matching. One has a deadass cape hanging off of it, and the other's a suit with a neckline so daringly wide open that you really can't say you're fully dressed when wearing it.

And oh, lo and behold, they're both red as blood. Kind of fitting, at least in relation to your company.

"I'll do the cape," you say, hurriedly picking it up, "Sorry."

"I'll uh... figure out something with the buttons," The Blood God replies.

You shrug, a smirk on your lips, "Don't. It'll suit you I think." It slips out, you swear it does, but you'd be lying if you said that him blushing underneath his mask doesn't make your smirk grow wider. Seriously? What's wrong with you?

You silently go into the bathroom, but not before you hear Phantom snickering, "Smooth bestie."

Did he just say bestie?

---

Techno is seriously considering his life decisions as well, because the shirt is virtually buttonless and open to such an extent that it's ridiculous.

The buttons are open to as far as his navel (what was up with the guy who was originally wearing this - it's ridiculous?) but even when he does them all up, it still exposes most of his upper pectorals. It mostly lies in the cut, and it's still smaller even when he's shifted back into his human form.

Because there was no way in hell those pants would have been long enough for him.

Now, they fit well enough, albeit a bit loosely, and he'll admit that the outfit does look rather good on him. It's still a tad too revealing, but with the remaining buttons closed, he can live with it.

He still wishes he didn't have to do this in the first place.

Techno isn't super great in social settings. If he's being honest, he never has been, and that's why he's largely avoided undercover missions like this his entire time as a vigilante.

But now, he's got to go into the lion's den.

Fuck.

Plus, the fact that not only you're present, but he just goddamn called you darling and there's that whole cup of tea to deal with? It scares the living daylights out of him, if he's being honest, and it's not without reason that he's pretty determined to avoid you this evening.

He just hopes he can.

Because Phil knows that Techno uh... likes you, and Techno knows that Phil has this strange obsession with matchmaking that did, admittedly, end up with Wilbur dating his high school girlfriend Sally for three years now. So yeah, maybe it works, but Techno has shit to deal with, and he swears that if Phil tries to matchmake he will commit arson.

He can't exactly guess what happens next.

---

When you finally manage to make your way into the cape-adorned outfit and fix up your appearance appropriately, everyone else is already finished.

"That took you a while," says Phantom.

"Fuck you. Now, what's the plan?"

"Straight to the point, as per usual," Dream mutters, before continuing: "We need to infiltrate the the masquerade and find Mr. Jacobs. That means that splitting into groups is really our only option. Me and Phantom will take the top floor, and the rooms up there, Philza and Apollon, you'll take middle floor, and that leaves The Blood God and you, Y/N, to take the bottom floor and with it the ballroom."

Fuck you Dream, is the first thing you think, because why the hell has he decided to play matchmaker? He knows that for the ballroom you'll have to dance, because well, it's a ball, and he was 100% listening in on the conversation.

Prick.

But is there anything you can do? Nope.

Or, at least you think so. The Blood God has other things to say.

"Nope. I'm going with Phantom. You can go with Y/N," he demands, his voice sharp. You glance at him, planning to let him have a piece of your mind, but you stop in your tracks as soon as you see him.

Okay then. You were right about the suit looking good on him.

He's changed to his 'human form', and for a moment you think that the way his jaw curves, sharp and rather attractive, is familiar. But then the thought flits away as you spot the clothes.

Those pants look really good. And that shirt. And the colour matches his pink hair, tied into a ponytail, really well.

Damn.

"Yes?" The very Blood God interrupts your thoughts, and you clamp your mouth shut, blushing, as you quickly look away.

"Nothing."

You spot Dream rolling his eyes and prepare to flash him the finger, but before you can do so, The Blood God sighs and says: "Fine, I'll go with Y/N."

"You don't have to act so unhappy about it," you mutter, crossing your arms. He raises an eyebrow.

"Well with the charming company..."

"Fuck you."

The Blood God smirks, actually smirks as he turns away, stepping towards the door, "I do believe it's time we leave."

Dream grins and Apollon, never one to be outdone, actually wolf-whistles as you reluctantly grip your future dance-partner's hand.

You're about *this* close to saying fuck it and beating them both up, but naturally your inner instincts tell you not to, so you don't (plus, it's not as though you're entirely... reluctant to be dancing with The Blood God).

"Let's do this then, Blood God."

He laughs - actually laughs, "I'm already shaking with anticipation."

How is he so charming?!

---

"You're really sure about this? We're in public... it'd be so easy for us to get-"

Karl clamps a hand over Sapnap's mouth as he speaks, smirking slightly as he glances down, and trails the hand down as soon as he's sure his fiancee will stop.

His fiancee. God.

"Caught? Sapnap, darling, we're engaged now. It's not... it's not bad if we're caught, you know that right?" He doesn't wait for answer, instead hovering his lips over Sapnap's and smiling.

He nods.

---

In between loving kisses, Karl speaks, and it's near impossible for Sapnap's heart not to ache. Karl doesn't remember Quackity. Quackity forced him to forget. Quackity left us.

It's the first time they've been together since it happened. The first time. And Sapnap's heart aches. It aches so badly that he's sure that it'll break. And of course he should be happy; he has to be, he's with his loving fiancee (the one who has no clue about his other true love) and he should be happy.

Instead he's remembering the past and he's crying salty tears into the mess of kisses and scrambling hands.

Fuck.

It was a month ago, when Quackity did fuck-knows-what and suddenly Karl didn't remember him, and then suddenly their perfect relationship was fucked, down the drain.

No more soft touches.

No more cramped film nights on the couch.

No more peaceful, near domestic life.

Karl's finger brushes against the side of his eye, wiping away the tears. Are you okay?

No. He's not. He can't say that though.

"Got something in my eye, Karl," Sapnap pushes him away, "It's nothing bad. Don't... don't worry."

Karl stares at him in worry, but when his gaze flickers up his eyes harden. "Well, Sap. Guess you were right about getting caught."

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Five minutes earlier, you're honestly having the time of your life.

Whoever this Mr Jacobs guy is, he throws good parties, and you're sure that you've never been served this many flutes of champagne consecutively. The Blood God's already admonished you a few times too many for you to count, but at this point you're just past tipsy and your inhibitions are flowing away like dust on the wind.

Pretty.

Someone's blowing bubbles and you frown as they fly past you, one of them bumping against your nose. You giggle, smiling as the man responsible walks up and smirks. He's dressed strangely; reminiscent of a video game character, but he's not unattractive. And he's got funny powers.

"Hi!" You say, smiling.

He grins, leaning against a counter and acting quite suave, if you're being honest.

"Hi, I'm Connor, and you?"

You blink once or twice, "The Connor? Like ConnorEatsPants? The world famous superhero? The fuck are you doing in L'Manberg?"

"Mr Jacobs is a friend of mine. Why are you here though, especially without a partner? Unless you have one, and they're just off getting you drinks - I'll back off if that's the case."

"I-" wait, speaking of your partner... where is he? And... why is your target dragging someone off to a room somewhere?! "I've got to go. Pleasure meeting you, Connor."

You hurry off, trying to find The Blood God and struggling to keep an eye on your target.

You do end up finding him. Even though it's via you practically crashing into him while he's effectively flirting. Wonderful.

"Fuck!" You shriek as you crash into him, and the woman he's talking to is the one who catches you as he falls (which is embarrassing, because he's pretty, and she's pretty, and you're clumsy as fuck when you're drunk tipsy).

"Thanks," you tap her arm and then focus on the Blood God, "Target's right there, partner. Like literally walking away.

He glances at you, his gaze cold, and you raise an eyebrow, "I thought you were better at this than I was?" He doesn't react, so you sigh loudly, gently remove yourself from the pretty woman's grip and say: "Well, if you're too busy flirting with a woman just as incredibly attractive as yourself - that is in no way shape or form irony - then it seems I must find the culprit myself."

With that you stumble away, seemingly leaving him alone.

You're jealous.

Oof.

Not only are you jealous, you're drunk, which means that focusing exclusively on following your target plus his increasingly willing accompaniment is rather difficult while also focusing on being able to walk properly. It's a curse, being a lightweight. Makes you oh-so-fun at parties.

Eventually, you do develop a sort of rhythm, and as you pick some of the canapés and snacks up along your way, you start to sober up. Which is useful.

Because in your hunt it seems you've entered the bedrooms.

Oof, guess you're getting free porn?

Before you can continue along the hallway in search of your targets, someone grabs your shoulder and tugs you back, spinning you around while gripping your other shoulder so that you're facing you assaulter.

The assaulter going by the name of none other than The Blood God.

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"Let go of me," you say, but your voice is low and your posture is tense.

Techno grips your shoulders tighter.

Your face is flushed and read, you're barely standing, and the exposed skin of your shoulder he's gripping is clammy and cold. In short: you're drunk.

How. Did. You. Manage. To. Get. Drunk?!

He frowns, thinking of what he can do. You're right about the targets being right around the corner; he saw them entering the bedroom just about a minute ago (he can guess pretty well what they're doing but hey, it's always fun to crash parties). That doesn't mean he can just drag you along though. He doesn't know what mental state you're in, but it doesn't paint a pretty picture if the main member of this interrogative crew is nearly blackout drunk (not that you're at that point yet, but he's reasonably sure you're going to start throwing up soon).

When he tries to ask the voices for help, all they can comment on is how good your bare skin feels under his fingertips (and a whole other train of depraved thoughts that he chooses to ignore out of plain self respect).

Eventually, he decides that he's going to have to take you with him, simply because you'll demand him. After getting you some water, you knock on the door of the room in which your target is an open it.

And find none other than one of your best friends staring right back at you.

[amberpriceenthusiast]

Kaitlyn and Dylan lighty bully each other a lot but they always check in to make sure neither of them are truly upset about it. They're sarcastic as hell and anyone would think they were genuinely arguing but they'd be wrong.

Kaitlyn isn't a cat person or really an animal person, I feel like Kaitlyn likes bugs (just really based on her earrings. But I feel like she has a whole collection of bug related earrings), so when she meets Dylan's cat she's like so confused about how to treat her. Dylan just tries to hold in his laughter as he watches Kaitlyn approach his cat like she's a wild animal and then awkwardly pat her. After that she hangs out so much that she gets used to Shrodinger and actually secretly spoils her.

Kaitlyn invites Dylan over to her place and Dylan really hates bugs so when he gets there and sees some praying mantises and spiders he nearly runs right back out of the house. After that Kaitlyn doesn't invite him over again because he's visibly frightened the whole time but tried to be polite about it.

I have a feeling that Dylan is an only child with kind of a hippie mom, just kind of a chill parent whose humor matches his own, maybe a bit of a 'crazy cat lady', and when Kaitlyn meets her his mom instantly loves her and has Dylan come over to make food for Kaitlyn all the time. Dylan jokes that Kaitlyn is her favorite.

I like to think Dylan is a Star Trek fan and introduces Kaitlyn to it while Kaitlyn introduces Dylan to Star Wars and they playfully argue over which is better.

Sorry for the paragraphs, I love them a normal amount :)

I love that we’re both completely normal about Kaitlyn and Dylan friendship!! I love them so so much

I could see them throwing insults at each other and Dylan saying something like “ok little miss daddy issues” and immediately feeling bad and turning around to see if he’s gone too far, I could also see Kaitlyn pretending to be hurt just to fuck with Dylan. If either of them do end up going to far or hurting each other they back track immediately and apologize and make a mental note of “do not do that again”

Kaitlyn 100% has a collection of earrings that have insects, she probably has earrings that look like butterfly wings, I also really see her becoming a piercer at some point so I think about Kaitlyn piercing Dylan’s ears on a daily basis

I have now adopted the head canon that Kaitlyn has a pet spider because she absolutely would and she would name him something stupid like Barry

[moved2violentfeedist]

and it gets harder and harder to walk her out - in no small part because he's pushing his appetite to greater and greater extremes with her encouragement. He knows he can't keep doing this, can't keep seeing her and letting her tempt him into overindulgence, but she's so encouraging and it feels so good, especially when he overdrinks - which is inevitable whenever they meet, these days. He was always a fan of good alcohol but now she shows up with a bottle of whiskey or two bottles of wine or a six pack of beer and he jokes that she'll end up turning him into a lush, and she just laughs him off like it's ridiculous, like she doesn't notice how much more free with his hands he is when he's tipsy, how his stare lingers where it shouldn't when he's buzzed and on the edge of a food coma, tongue lolling a little and eyes half-lidded, how she can get away with rubbing his belly and curling up close and she does, it's how they end every night now. He's not sure if she's a demon sent to seduce him into all seven sins in the most intoxicating way possible, or if she's an angel sent from God to reward him for his service. He knows she's just his friend that he's in love with who enables him too much, but the power she has over him is unearthly. He pops his waist button under that big heavy robe during mass on Good Friday and he has to just keep going, pretending that his pants didn't just burst. They're too tightly clinging to even worry about them falling, and luckily the choir is singing and nobody hears it, but he thinks he sees her eyes catch on where the button lands, and he's mortified to see an amused grin light up her face. He's supposed to accompany her to her family's Easter Sunday dinner, but when he considers it, all he can picture is getting stuffed stupid at the table, gut hanging out and groaning under her experienced hands, infatuation and indulgence putting him in a stupor so he can't stop gazing at her like a besotted fool even as her relatives gawk and grimace, disgusted and scandalized, and with secondhand embarrassment. Most damning of all is how his dick twitches at the thought. 6/?

(the rest!!)

He's conditioned himself into constant overeating, and associating gluttony with her, and thus gluttony with lust, and he knows if he doesn't end things now it'll be past the point of no return. Saturday night, he cancels Easter with a text, and she's obviously disappointed. But don't worry, she says, she understands. Actually, she has another friend who might appreciate a seat at the table, some guy he's heard her mention before who is annoyingly single and charming and pointedly not a supposed to be celibate priest who is overdrinking and overeating himself out of his collar. So it's fine. He shoves a muffin or four down his throat to push the guilt and the jealousy away, washes it down with some beer, then puts away everything that remains of the candy that was left over from the Easter egg hunt, but all any of it does is turn him on, make it more impossible to stop thinking of her, pain from the stuffing and pain from the jealousy and pain from wanting to touch her so badly all mingling into a repulsive, delicious torture. It's not the first time time he's broken down and touched himself to fantasies of her since he was sent here but it's the first time that he struggles to reach his dick when he starts. Further proof of what she's done to him.

Easter morning comes and goes, and the hour that was supposed to be for her family supper passes too, and he spends that time sequestered away in his domicile. He tries to resist eating, turns on the TV, goes online, fucking reads the Bible for the first time in a shamefully long while, but he can't get his brain off of her and his stomach is growling noisily, greedily, demanding and spoiled, and his willpower's been shot to hell since he got here. And the curse of being the local priest is there's just always something in the fridge.

He doesn't even pretend to protest. He's devolved past the point of caring. His belly peeks out between the gaps of his buttons - it didn't even occur to him to button it the rest of the way before opening, let alone cover himself further, not when he knew it was her and it hurts and he wants her to rub him and he wants her to feed him more. He suddenly realizes a spoon hangs out of his mouth. She gives him a fond look and waltzes in, closing the door and leading him over to the kitchen table, sitting him down and taking the spoon out of his mouth and saying, "I was sorry you couldn't make it today, so I brought you leftovers. It feels like I hardly see you these days - " it's only been three days since he last saw her, not even, but her words still ring true, he's gotten used to daily visits and he already feels neglected, even if it was him who tried to break this off, "so I thought we could take the chance to catch up." She's sat so close she may as well be between his thighs, and as she says that last bit, her hand gently skirts where his waistband cuts into his middle. That's all it takes for a soft, breathy moan to escape him, and she grins, biting her lip, taking that as permission to use the spoon she took from him to scoop up some leftovers as she slips to her knees between his thighs, and hands the spoon back to him. He takes it on instinct, too distracted by the way she goes to touch him to stop himself from shoveling more food down his gullet. It feels so good, it tastes so good, even better because she brought it here for him, for this, and it's not like he's actually fucking her, it doesn't actually count, this isn't that bad, in the grand scheme of things, but who honestly fucking cares if it is? She's muttering soft little things, telling him how much she missed him for the longest time, how happy she was when he came back, how she wants to take care of him, how she wants to make him happy. His thoughts are glazed over as she soothes him the way he can't do himself, when she says, "Dinner wasn't the same without you. My friend tries, and he's nice, but he just can't measure up yet." And somehow now he's both smug and jealous. Yet? Is that a warning? She just keeps massaging his gut, expression unrevealing. He starts swallowing faster, more, big globs of everything he can reach, barely even tasting it for once. He has to eat more. He has to show her that whoever else she knows, they can't do what he can. He's tossed the spoon aside now, opting to scoop with his hands, grease and crumbs and gloop covering him, staining his shirt and his skin. He needs her to like him best - he can't give her other things, but he can impress her like this, he can't have this taken away, he can't. She tells him he's earned this, he deserves it, he's worked so hard and he's so good, for God and for her both, and he bucks against her hand as it dips lower than she's ever gone before. He groans through his mouth full of mush, digging into the new basket of candy, hoping for the sheer sugar in his fists to keep him awake and aware... or at least not comatose. It's past the point of pretenses now, when she has her hand on his cock, drawing out long, teasing strokes, in contrast to his urgent panting that quickly degenerates into pleading. He huffs and puffs under her hands, but she steps away before he can come, and he growls in frustration, nearly lunging forward in his animal like desire... if only his belly didn't weigh him down, sloshing and aching and making him gasp. Her lips quirk into a pleased little grin, soft and sensual and undetered, as she takes out a couple bottles of wine.

With some effort and a lot of coaxing, she leads him to the couch and after he settles, he's startled into a groan when she straddles what little space is left in his lap, so his belly is cradled between her thighs. She uncorks the first bottle, and guides one of his hands to the neck, leaving one of her own on its base and slipping the other on top of his gurgling, groaning gut. She says something cheeky about him being a lot more flesh, more body than blood, says she brought him something to drink to balance him out. He's already still heavily buzzed from all the drinking he did before she arrived, but he doesn't hesitate to lift the rim to his lips and start swigging. When he starts to slow, she lifts the hand still on the bottle, tipping it further before he can object - which he never would. He's too enamored with her and addicted to the game to do anything but play along, no matter how drunk and fat she intends to make him. He's hiccupping severely by the time he finishes the first bottle, but she rewards him with a warm, soft, indulgent kiss on the mouth - the first they've ever shared - and his breath hitches and his whole body shudders violently. He's hissing under her by now, his parted mouth stained dark pink from the red wine, little dribbles of magenta spittle drooling from the corner of his lips from when she tipped the bottle ever so slightly too far and he'd overflowed.