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gingebreadbeetle · 2 months

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There’s no way Hazbin fans (more so Stans) and Viv herself genuinely believe Hazbin hotel is anything like Bojack? Where does Hazbin even take inspiration from Bojack?? Bojack horseman is such a good show, with complex thoughts and ideas expressed in its writing and characters.

Vivziepop is not a curious writer. She doesn’t care about representing people, she has a limited creative mind because she cannot understand politics nor philosophy beyond a highschool level. Her progressive ideology is built of hate for women and the fetishization of gay men. She has nothing interesting to say, nothing new to add and no substance to her works.

There are so many reasons bojack horseman works where Hazbin doesn’t, and I’m tired of pretending a ‘adult show’ that brings up ‘adult themes seriously’ is on the same level as bojack horseman.

#hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel #anti vivziepop #anti spindlehorse #hazbin hotel critique #anti hazbin hotel #seriously Bojack is better #I need to rewatch Bojack for the 900th time #like the writing is so vulnerable #if you cannot reflect on your actions and take responsibility for them then you cannot produce good writing about redemption or assholes #Viv is bojack when he tried to write his own book without Diane’s help.#fuck vivziepop

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rubitheracoon · 2 months

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I can't get over this one single frame in episode 7

I might be over-analysing but Even when alastor is making an 'oo' sound when he speaks THE SMILE IS STILL THERE!

this is the ONLY time in the entire show he has dropped his smile for even a second.

And honestly the frame on its own doesn't even look like he's making an 'oo' sound

There has to be something to this it looks intentional but I can't think of any reason why he would be frowning in this moment cuz he's literally just guilt tripping Charlie in this scene.

I NEED ANSWERS DAMMIT

#he looks tired in this frame #could he be sick of needing to help with the hotel?#THIS FUCKER IS A MYSTERY INSIDE AND OUT OF THE SHOW #VIV WHY DID YOU HAVE TO WRITE HIM SO WELL #hazbin alastor #alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin #alastor hazbin hotel #radio demon #alastors frown

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thoughtkick · 11 days

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I love that word. Forever. I love that forever doesn’t exist, but we have a word for it anyway, and use it all the time. It’s beautiful and doomed.

Viv Albertine

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azural83 · 6 months

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The vilification of the girls in this episode was completely unnecessary. What was even the point?

Let's see,They're passionate performers that managed to come so far to compete with hell's most popular jester even though mammon's business is misogynistic,they managed to come so far despite no one believing they could just like fizzarolli did. But if they win they're the ones who will get exploited and abused, something that fizz knows better than anyone

Is fizz going to reveal the truth in order to break the cycle and make sure that no talented performer goes through what he did? Nah the girls are just bullies who's entire personalities are being bitches and making fizzarolli sad and got punished for that by getting crushed by a rock,that's their ending.

The show can't even bring itself to acknowledge that they also worked hard to be where they are,to at least have fizz help them since he was in the same situation as they were once

You can't judge misogyny in industry when this is how you treat female characters.

#tbf it's my own fault for expecting viv to properly write female characters #oh well it is what it is #helluva boss critical #helluva critical #helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism #vivziepop critical #vivziepop criticism #vivziepop critique #spindlehorse critical #spindlehorse criticism

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thehopefulquotes · 8 months

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I love that word. Forever. I love that forever doesn’t exist, but we have a word for it anyway, and use it all the time. It’s beautiful and doomed.

Viv Albertine

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kamwilliamsonn · 1 year

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pretty - Vivianne Miedema

request : here

of which Viv gets a little too drunk at one of Katie's parties

"y/n come join us, please!" Leah pouts at you, asking you to come and join with them.

"I think I should probably stay sober, mate, somebody has gotta look after you lot." You smiled at her, laughing as she slouches herself against you.

She drunkenly points across the room to wear your favourite Dutchie stood, clearly out of her mind. "Think she might need it more than the rest of us."

The blonde was staring over to you and Leah, a small pout on her face, one arm holding a glass that she's drinking far too quickly, while the other is holding onto the table to keep her standing.

You laughed softly and pulled Leah off of you, passing her over to Jen instead, and made your way over to Viv.

She hadn't even noticed you make your way over until you had plucked the glass from her hand.

"Hey, pretty, let's get you home, ey?" You mumbled softly, putting your arm around her waist.

Her head instantly leans down onto your shoulder - it was a struggle because she was a little taller than you - and nods tiredly. "y/n/n, I'm sleepy." She mutters out and you smile down at her.

"Hey, everyone! I'm gonna take Viv home, does anybody else want a lift?" Beth instantly took the invite and headed towards your car, climbing in the back seat while you help Viv into the front.

Ever the animated drunk, Beth talks to you the whole way to her house, only having her seatbelt on because you had forced her to.

Viv, on the other hand, sat quietly in the front seat - a comfort-loving drunk - her hand was resting on your knee, as she stared at you driving, her eyes flickered all over you, ignoring every word that Beth said.

Beth was the first to be dropped off, you walk her up to her door, your eyes flicking to Viv in the car, making sure that she didn't do anything dumb.

You grab her keys from her hands for her and unlock the door, watching as she collapsed onto the sofa and falls asleep instantly.

You grab two aspirin from your bag and grab her a bottle of water, leaving them on the coffee table next to her.

"Goodnight, Beffy." You mumble softly before leaving the house, shutting the door behind you and making sure it locks.

When you get back to the car, Viv is practically crying in her seat.

You instantly sit down and shut the door. "Hey, what's wrong?" You ask her, only to be met with silence. "Vivianne." You warn her softly, letting her know she should answer.

She looks over to you, and the pout and tears almost make you start crying yourself. "I thought you forgot about me." She mumbles.

You lean over and give her a soft kiss on her forehead. "I would never."

That makes the tears stop, her hand instantly goes back to your knee, drumming a little beat as you pull your seatbelt on and start the car once more.

Once you arrive at her house, you ask her for your keys, and see the tears form once more. "I left them inside. And Beth is the only person with a spare key."

"That's okay. It's okay, don't cry. You can crash at mine and we'll get your key from Beth in the morning, how does that sound?"

The blonde nods softly, a pout still on her face as you start the car again.

The moment you pull up at your house, you shut the car off completely, pulling your keys out.

You get out of your side and walk around to Viv's side. You unlock the door and help her out, wrapping your arm around her waist once more.

Her head drops into the crook of your neck and in her drunken state she starts to press soft kisses.

Your breath hitches softly as you try and ignore it, walking her up your steps, unlocking your door with your left hand - it wasn't easy.

You walked her up to your bedroom - you'd use the guest, your bed was nicer and you didn't want Viv to be uncomfortable - and found a pair of jogging bottoms and a t-shirt that would fit her before placing them on your bed.

"I'm gonna grab myself some clothes and go get changed in the guest room, then, I will bring you some aspirin and some water, and you will go to sleep. Understand?"

"Can't you stay with me?"

"Do you really want me to?"

"Yes. Really." She nods energetically. "You're pretty, I wanna share the bed with a pretty girl."

"You're so drunk."

You still ended up getting changed in the other room, and she got changed in yours, you went to bed with her in your arms.

And the next morning, even with your hair a mess, and a little dribble dripping down your chin, she still thought you were the most gorgeous girl in the world.

And even with a pounding headache she made sure to tell you. Her head once more resting in the crook of your neck as she mumbled to you,

just how pretty you were.

What do you think? I feel like the writing sucks a little, and it could have been written better, but I adore the idea so- yay :)

#woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #woso imagines #vivianne miedema imagine #vivianne miedema x reader #vivianne miedema #viv miedema #arsenal #arsenal wfc #kamden writes

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showtoonzfan · 11 days

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I honestly should have known Morgana wrote the Millie and Sallie short cause when I was a minute in I was wondering where all the needlessly forced and shoved in curse words were.

#lol #like this short still had f bombs in it but certainty not like how Viv writes #vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical #helluva critical

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bucketsofmonsters · 1 year

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Vows - Part 4 (Final Part)

cw: nightmares, consentual blood drinking, oral sex, vaginal sex, polyamory, self-destructive tendencies

male vampire x afab reader

Word count: 6k

Vows Masterlist

You had another nightmare that night.

It wasn’t exactly what you were used to, although you supposed it was still about vampires.

Rook was on the floor. A jagged piece of wood had been thrust through his chest.

The splinters from it were embedded in your hand, drawing out your own blood, it seeping down your arm.

Images flashed through your mind as you saw it.

Vivian in his lap, blood soaking into her dress.

Oliver begging for more, pulling Rook closer as some of his precious blood escaped the vampire’s mouth.

Rook didn’t bleed. He’d been completely impaled and yet he lay, dry. The only blood on him was yours, dripping down your arm.

You felt a wetness on your face, tears making their way down your cheeks. As you moved to wipe them you found that they ran red.

You fell to your knees, shaking the man in front of you, pleading with him.

“Wake up, please wake up,” you cried and yet there he lay. He looked like he’d been dead for weeks. His eyes hadn’t looked dead before, not really, you realized with a jolt.

They may have been foggy and distant but they were full of life.

Now they were dead, empty and boring into you, unblinking.

Something jostled you, the room swaying under your feet.

You grabbed onto Rook, his lifeless form. Your hand drew back immediately, sickened by the thought that you’d reached for him for comfort after being the reason he lay there, lifeless.

A distant voice echoed through your head.

“Wake up. Come on, wake up, you’re alright.”

Your eyes shot open.

Rook was sitting over you, concern written across his face. His hands were cold and his eyes were as distant as ever but there he was, alive.

You wrapped your arms around him without a second thought, holding on as tight as you could, like you were afraid he might slip away.

He pulled you into his chest, his hand holding the back of your head as he whispered comforting words.

You could barely hear them. Guilt was eating you alive. He was sitting here comforting you and he had no idea what you were, what you’d come here to do.

He had no idea what you’d dreamed of.

This was all fake. No matter how much pretend you played, you were enemies.

You couldn’t keep doing this.

You needed to find something. He couldn’t be fully good, your family couldn’t be composed of people who would hurt… what? Creatures who were just trying their best.

If they’d told you to come here and kill him you would’ve done it. He’d be lying on the floor, just like in your dream.

He couldn’t be this good. You needed him to not be this good.

“I think you should drink from me.”

You blurted it out without really thinking. You weren’t certain why you said it. Maybe you wanted to sink back into that trust, that feeling of being not in control but still safe. Maybe you wanted him to attack you, to dispel this awful realization that had been slowly sinking in.

You watched him shift the second the words left your mouth, the slow comfort he’d been giving you fade away as his body went stiff.

“Why?”

The word was strained. He pulled away from you, looking like he’d been slapped.

“Do I need a reason?”

“I think you need to go.”

Oliver was waking on the other side of the bed and you noticed Vivian was snuggled into his side. As Rook got more agitated they started to stir.

“I don’t understand what I did.” You winced at how unsteady your voice sounded.

“I never should have let you in here. This has gone too far.” He ran his hands frantically through his hair, refusing to look you in the eye.

He was practically shouting and Vivian and Oliver snapped into action.

Vivian started to pull you out of the room, although the last thing you wanted to do right now was leave. Your thoughts were racing, desperately attempting to find what you’d done.

He’d been fine. You couldn’t imagine what could’ve made him react like this. Oliver and Vivian knew him better than you did and even they seemed thrown.

Vivian rested a reassuring hand on your arm. “I’m sorry I pulled you out of there, it just seemed like a bad situation.”

“It’s fine.” You knew she could tell that your mind was elsewhere.

She tried her best to reassure you. “I’m sure it’s nothing about you, something is up with him.”

Oliver practically threw the door to the room open, it crashing against the wall.

“What the fuck is wrong with him? He’s been weird and dodgy lately and now this? Unacceptable. He won’t even agree to talk to you. You didn’t even do anything, let alone something that would merit this tantrum! No, hold on, I’m gonna go argue with him again, I can’t fucking believe this shit.”

The images from your dream flashed through your mind and you shook your head. “Maybe he’s right.”

“Bullshit! Come on, we are going to set this straight.”

Oliver pulled you up and back towards Rook’s room and you didn’t have the heart to stop him.

When you’d first come here, you would’ve killed him in a heartbeat. If you’d had the chance, if you’d felt cornered, there was a real chance he would be dead right now.

He’d welcomed you in and what had you given him in return. The kindest thing you’d given him were lies.

You’d played pretend. For what? For a chance to feel safe? And after all you’d done, he’d given you that. Given you safety and comfort and his trust.

This had gone too far. You had to tell him. He deserved to know he had a monster living under his roof.

His head was buried in his hands when Oliver pulled you back into the room, a frantic energy entering his eyes the second he saw you.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he snapped.

He was right.

You spoke quietly, knowing what you needed to do. “Oliver, I think you should go.”

He made a noise in protest but you gave him what you hoped was a reassuring smile and with a final squeeze of your hand, he left the two of you alone.

You didn’t even get the chance to speak before he snapped at you again. “I think I was wrong, I think you should leave.”

“Rook, please, I-”

“Was I not clear? You should leave.”

“No, I have to tell you something,” you pleaded with him, needing to get this off your chest, although you weren’t sure if it was for his sake or for yours.

He rolled his eyes. “What, are you finally going to come clean, tell me that you’re a vampire hunter?”

He knew.

Everything here, it had been a lie. From you, from him, it was all fake. He’d probably been trying to get you under his spell, thought he could control you.

Could you blame him? You certainly weren’t guilt-free in this mess.

He started to pace the room, the calm, in control Rook you were used to nowhere to be seen.

“I had you pegged every step of the way and somehow you still fucked it all up! How did you…”

As he shouted, moving closer to you as he screamed you pulled out your knife, the adrenaline flooding through your body leaving you to fall back on years and years of training.

“You think I won’t do it?” you asked, knowing the second you did that you never could.

“You’re not running. You know I won’t hurt you, you’re not an idiot. Are you going to hurt me? God, you probably are. This was so fucking stupid.”

He really thought you’d do it.

A few days earlier and he would’ve been right.

He got even closer, finally standing with the edge of the knife pressed against his neck. He could probably feel how much you were shaking.

“Do it,” he said. “If you’re so convinced I’m evil, if you really hate me that much.”

“Stop it. Please, just stop it,” you cried as you tried to pull the knife away but he reached out and held it there.

He refused to draw back, keeping the knife pressed firmly to his throat.

You did the only thing you could do. You turned on your heels, dropped the knife, and ran.

You sprinted, out to the front door, out through his gardens, just away.

You didn’t know where you were going, you just needed to get out of there. To stop yourself from causing any more damage. To never have to see their faces again

You ran and you ran. You refused to let your legs stop moving. You needed to be far from here, farther than you could ever carry yourself.

You didn’t even feel the cold of the night digging into your skin, eating away at you.

At some point you may have gotten turned around, you weren’t sure. It was hard to know anything anymore, your mind sending you into a blind panic

Eventually, your legs could carry you no further, giving out underneath you.

You just stared up at the sky, roots digging into your back where you’d collapsed but unable to find the will to move yourself.

With a teary smile, you watched a bat swoop overhead. You’d never had the chance to see him like that.

You knew why now, why he’d never trusted you with that. Why he’d never trusted you at all.

Everything made a little more sense now, the way he’d treated you, the way you’d won him over almost as slowly as he’d won you.

You couldn’t help but wonder how much of that was real and how much of it was a show.

You heard some high-pitched chirping in the distance, the noise piercing right through your thoughts.

Maybe it wasn’t even there, maybe your brain was just desperately attempting to conjure something to stop your spiraling thoughts.

It didn’t really matter anyways.

You had a feeling you might die out here. Better that than returning home. You could never face those people again, the people you’d called your family.

Now you’d met the monsters they killed, you’d never be able to look them in the eye and see anything but what you now knew was there.

You wondered how many of the monsters they’d slayed had been afraid, how many had begged for mercy, how many had just longed for friendship and intimacy.

How many people had they executed for the crime of being hungry and afraid?

And even when they weren’t, with willing sacrifices living happily with them, even then they were deemed heretics and condemned to a house in the woods with a handful of companions they managed to save from the world you’d held in such high regard for so long.

The bat returned to you, settling upside down on a nearby branch.

You gave it a weak smile, blinking tears out of your eyes.

“Hello,” you said, your voice faint after the cold and exhaustion had been eating away at you for what was probably hours. “Sweet little thing, are you the one making those noises?”

It chirped at you, almost as if it was answering you.

“I’d fly away if I were you,” you cautioned the creature. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you to stay away from monsters in the woods?”

Its little head cocked to the side, as if it was desperately trying to understand your words.

The sound of sticks cracking drew both of your attention. Maybe it was a wolf or some other creature, here to finish you off. It had to happen sooner or later because at this point, you were determined not to get up.

A familiar voice banished that thought from your mind.

Vivian was at your side before you had time to make sense of what was happening. She was dragging you to your feet, fighting to pull you along.

“I don’t know if I can do this alone,” she called out. “They're in a bad way, they're going to be dead weight before long.

It took you a moment to realize who she was speaking to.

Your eyes shifted to find the little bat, moving down from his perch until, before you could ever register the change, another familiar face was at your side.

You realized with a foggy mind that he left the grounds to come find you. Your family had been tracking his home for decades and not once had he left but there he was. You’d heard him leading her to you, you could see him in front of you, the light of the moon reflecting off his face.

You passed out before they managed to coax you to your feet, the realization that they’d come for you the last thing you could manage before the world faded away.

You woke up in front of a roaring fireplace with a blanket wrapped around you and two pairs of eyes staring at you.

You focused in on Rook, remembering his part in your rescue. “I didn’t realize you left the grounds. My family is going to be really upset I’m not reporting back anymore, that is exactly the sort of thing they would want to know.”

“I don’t,” he said. “That was my first time leaving in 300 years.”

“Oh.” Your voice sounded small, even to you.

As you gathered your bearings, a door slammed somewhere in the house and you flinched at the sudden noise.

Rook looked back and a quiet sigh escaped him.

“Oliver isn’t handling the news well,” he explained. “He’s mad at both of us if that makes you feel any better.”

It didn��t

“Why?” you asked, your voice much stronger now in the safety of his home.

“Well, he’s mad at you for wanting to hurt me.”

You managed a smile, although you weren’t really in the mood for one. “I’d gathered that much.”

“He’s mad at me for lying, for not telling him who you were. If I’m being honest, I think he’s angriest that I let him care for you.”

Viv chimed in, saying, “He’s just slamming doors so you remember he’s upset. He’ll be alright, just give him some time to cool down.”

“And you’re not mad?” you asked her.

She shook her head and it felt like a minor miracle, that any of them could not hate you after finding out.

“I might have,” she said. “If you’d actually done anything. How long did it take you, before you switched sides? Did it even take a day before you started to doubt?”

You didn’t answer.

You saw in her eyes that you didn’t need to.

“I should let you two talk,” she said, glancing between you and Rook. “But for the record, I’m glad that we got the chance to start caring about you.”

She left the room and it was just the two of you.

Once again you were afraid. Not of him any longer, that had long since passed, but of how he might feel.

“How long have you known?” you asked, your voice weak once more but no longer because of the strain and the cold.

“Since the beginning. I wasn’t planning on letting all this happen but then… do you know how irritating you are? I thought, feed the hunters some bad information, figure out what they might be planning. And then, despite everything you were so bizarrely receptive to all this, and Oliver and Vivian took to you so fast and, I don’t know, this all spiraled out of control so quickly.”

You didn’t say anything. You weren’t sure what you even could say. The word sorry didn’t even come close to cutting it.

He spoke once more, his voice shaky. “Of all the things I thought you might do, putting a wedge between me and them was the last thing I expected.”

“I didn’t want to do that.”

“Sure you didn’t.”

“Rook, you freaked out on me. I didn’t expect them to side with me, I don’t think I even wanted them to side with me.”

“It was going too far, that was too far. Why aren’t you scared of me anymore? I’m not so self-centered as to really believe I turned a vampire hunter, so why are you still here? What are you doing that I’m not seeing? Are you trying to turn them against me, make them hate me too? Just please, leave them out of it. Take me if you must, but leave them out of it.”

You couldn’t help it. You laughed.

“What’s so funny,” he asked, his eyes frantically searching yours for the secret plan he seemed convinced you must have.

“I just… I was going to ask you the same thing.”

“What?”

“I thought all of this, everything I was feeling might be some secret, insane plan you’d made. I think we may have both deeply overestimated each other.”

He inspected your face, searching for something like he’d done so many times before. You wondered if he’d ever found it.

Finally he asked, “What’s vampire hunting like?”

“You really want to know?”

“Can’t imagine I’m going to get many other chances to learn so yeah, why not.”

“I guess I’m not really sure. This was my first real case. It was mostly scary stories when I was little and then a lot of training. I can actually fight pretty well, not that it ever came up here. All of my training was done at home, talking to anyone who wasn’t a hunter was too dangerous so I never really left much, just short little trips.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I wasn’t let outside much as a kid either. Not that that ever stopped me.”

“I don’t think that’s the same, you can’t go out in the sun.”

“Can’t is a strong word. More like really really shouldn’t.”

You laughed. “You sound like you were a real handful.”

“I’m sure you were too.”

“Not really. I was a model student, couldn’t wait to go out and kill my first vampire, make everybody proud.”

“And now?”

“And now even the thought of leaving makes my heart hurt.”

“Does it really?”

He asked it like it was a joke but you knew better than that.

“It does,” you confirmed. “I’ll go though, if you still want me to. I won’t stay where I’m not wanted.”

He shook his head. “I’m sorry about before. I told you I’m not kicking you out and I intend to stand by that. You’re always welcome here. Although I would prefer if you kept the vampire hunting to a minimum.”

“I’ll try my best,” you promised with a half-hearted smile. “Hey Rook?”

“Yes?”

“I’m never going to see my family again, am I?”

“I don’t know, that’s up to you. If you need one, there’s always a family here for you. But it’s a big decision. You should think on it, be sure you want to stay, that you understand what that would mean. Until then, get some rest. You really scared me out there, I thought you might not make it home.”

He grabbed another blanket from the end of the couch, making sure you were more than warm enough. With them and the fire, you were certain you’d have to shed at least one of the blankets to keep from overheating but you let him cover you in it anyways, a desperate ploy to get him to stay just a little bit longer.

You woke up to the feeling of being watched.

Your eyes opened to the sight of pale blue ones staring right back at you, half obscured by curly locks of hair.

“You were going to hurt him,” Oliver huffed at you, barely giving you time to gather your bearings.

“Technically, I wasn’t. I was just gathering intel.”

“You were going to help them hurt him.” The semantics of the situation didn’t seem to soothe his anger.

“I was.”

“What changed?”

You shrugged. “Just got to know him, I guess. Harder to imagine him as a big faceless monster when you’ve seen his face and its smile lines and you know him. It’s also hard to imagine you all as brainwashed victims when… well, when you’ve seen the way you interact.”

He smiled at you incredulously. “Me? Brainwashed?”

You nodded. That idea had left you pretty fast. God help the man who tried to brainwash Oliver.

“I don’t want you to go,” he blurted out. He said it like it was the worst confession he was capable of. “I can’t believe Rook didn’t tell me. He could’ve prevented this but now I care about you and I want you to stay here with us.”

“I think I want to stay too.”

He didn’t seem able to hide his glee, trying his best to force a frown and failing. “Alright. I haven’t forgiven you yet but I’m glad you’ll be here. I would’ve missed you if you’d left.”

“I would’ve missed you too. Can you go tell Viv? I want to tell Rook myself.”

He nodded eagerly, darting towards the door. Before he bolted out he looked back and gave you a firm, “I’m trusting you. Please don’t make me regret it.”

You couldn’t even fathom it. Even apart from Rook and everything you’d learned about the monster you’d come here to fight, you could never hurt them like that.

Before going to see anyone you walked back up to your room. Your pigeon was waiting by the window, confused as to why you hadn’t come to give him a message yet.

If you were honest, he was probably the only thing you’d miss, the only thing this experience hadn’t sullied. Your sweet little bird.

You reached into your pockets to see if your notebook was still in there. It was, as was your dagger, having apparently been returned to you while you slept. You’d have to get rid of that wretched thing soon.

You quickly scribbled out note after note, the words never quite seeming right. How does one convince their family that the thing they’ve been doing all their lives is wrong?

You didn’t.

You tied the note to his leg and sent your loyal little bird off for the last time with the last message he’d ever deliver for you.

The message felt like it was as much for him as for them.

It just read Goodbye.

You wandered up to Rook’s bedroom. You knew where it was by now. The house might still feel confusing but this room you could find.

You knocked on the door, the sound echoing in your ears.

A distant “come in” sounded from behind the black and white painted wood of his door.

He was waiting there for you, his eyes trained on the door as you entered.

“You feeling alright?” he asked, his voice low and measured.

You nodded. “I think I just needed some rest. I’m sorry you had to come and rescue me.”

“No need to apologize. I’m just glad you’re okay. Why did you run?”

“I don’t know. I just didn’t want to hurt you any more than I already had.”

“You didn’t hurt us. Look,” he said, holding out his arms for you to see. “Limbs all still attached. It got a little stressful there but we’re all alright. Better than we were before.”

You hoped that was true.

“You’re staying, aren’t you?” As he asked the question, you began to understand why the thing Rook was scared of the most was people being afraid of him. Because with every word, you could tell he was afraid of your answer and it felt like a punch to the gut.

“If you’ll have me.”

“Of course I will.”

You had both been standing very still, avoiding any sudden movements, trying your best not to break the calm.

That did it. At his words you were moving towards him, his arms wrapping around you the second you were within reach.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered into his chest, beyond happy that this time, he was listening. This time, he believed you.

When you finally pulled away you stood there, looking at each other, a silence falling over you that one of you needed to break.

You wanted to be the one to do it.

It felt like a risk. Last time you’d asked everything had been destroyed. But it felt like the only way to finalize it, to make yourself one of them and shed your past.

Finally you asked, “Can you drink from me?”

You waited for the mistrust but it never came. Instead, he just cocked his head to the side and asked, “Why?”

“Because I trust you.”

“You’re still a little scared.”

“I’ve got years of stories in my head, they’re hard to shake. But I do trust you.”

“You really want this?”

You nodded, reaching out hesitantly for him.

He came to you, his hand intertwining with yours.

“Alright, but we’re going to work up to it. I’m not throwing you in the deep end, okay?”

You nodded, already trusting that he’d make sure you felt safe.

He walked you back to his bed, laying you down gently on the soft sheets you’d been too afraid to indulge in when you first came here. The thought felt silly now.

He moved over you, capturing your mouth in a kiss.

You pushed up against him, wanting to be as close to him as you could.

He seemed to sense your urge and pushed you back down into the sheets, his body trapping you against their warmth.

And then the kissing ended as he sat you up with an urgency that made you think twice about whining about the newfound lack of contact.

He reached up to start undoing your dress, getting both of your clothes off as fast as he could.

“Need to feel you,” he said and you helped him along, removing your final garments as he struggled to pull off his pants.

You smiled, helping him where his pants had gotten caught around his ankled in the rush.

He just stared down at you, wide-eyed.

“Come here,” he said pulling you back up to the bed and pressing you against him. His skin was colder than you were used to and you were sure you must have felt burning hot against him.

His hands ran up and down your sides as he held you against him, feeling every bit of you he could.

Finally, you sunk back against the mattress and were trapped under him once again.

His hand slid down your front and two fingers pushed inside you.

You felt his sharp intake of breath as they pushed inside and saw that incessant smugness return, the worship on his face falling behind it.

“You’re so wet, is this all for me?” he asked.

You nodded, hoping that was the answer that would get you more.

You felt yourself clench around him and he moaned at the sensation.

“Please,” he asked, “I need to be inside you. I’ll go so slow, make sure you’re alright, just need to feel you.”

You didn’t need any convincing.

He was so thick, pausing with every little push inside to let you accommodate the stretch before pushing impossibly further into you.

Finally, he bottomed out, pressing kisses all over your face to distract you from the burn.

“You’re doing so good,” he murmured into your skin, refusing to pull away even to speak.

Finally the burn settled, although the stretch never really went away.

You rocked up against him experimentally and his cock rubbed perfectly against your walls.

You tried once more but he pushed your hips down, leaving you unable to move.

You looked up at him with big, questioning eyes.

He smiled down at you like you were the sweetest thing he’d ever seen. “Ask nicely,” he insisted and you were too far gone to do anything but comply.

“Please, I need you,” you cried.

“You have me. What do you need.”

He was going to make you say it. “I need you to fuck me.”

Those seemed to be the magic words. As soon as they left your mouth he started to move.

His head was buried in your neck as he thrusted into you and there was no more fear, it had all dissipated, even the little slivers hiding in the corners of the old stories you’d been told.

Every nightmare and monster under your bed had been replaced with his face and you didn’t have it in you to be afraid of him any longer.

He moved gently, like he didn’t want to break you.

You weren’t so sure you didn’t want to be broken.

“More, harder,” you pleaded.

He hesitated and so you kept begging. “Please, I want to feel it in the morning

That did the trick, his hips snapping into you with a punishing force.

“Yeah? I can do that. You’ll be so sore tomorrow but it’ll be alright because I’m going to take such good care of you. Anything you want you’ll have. I take care of my humans, I’m gonna take such good care of you.”

The phrase did something to you. You were his human now. It didn’t feel possessive it just felt right because you knew you had given a piece of yourself to him.

The faster pace was sending you both hurtling toward your climaxes.

His hand snaked down to rub your clit as he pounded into you, your hips rising to meet his.

Finally something inside you snapped and you clung to him as waves of pleasure overtook you completely.

His pace didn’t slow as your orgasm calmed. You were sensitive and a little sore but still the last thing you wanted was for him to stop.

With one final punishing snap of his hips, you felt him come inside of you, a strangled moan sounding from him as he left sloppy kisses across your neck and slowly rolled his hips into you until the waves of his orgasm subsided.

For a while he just lay there, half on top of you, doing his best to keep from crushing you as he panted.

“How’re you feeling?” He finally asked, rising up a little to look at you. “You nice and relaxed for me?”

If you’d been any less exhausted you would’ve rolled your eyes at him and found some retort. As it stood, you just nodded, your arms still wrapped around him, keeping him close.

“Alright,” he said, looking down at you with a soft gaze. “Human instinct means that the second I break skin, for one moment you will struggle. You’ll lash out at me so I’m going to have to pin you down, okay? Anytime after that first moment you’re free to back out but just for at the start I have to hold you still.”

You nodded. “You’ll hold me down but I say red and you’ll stop.”

“Exactly.”

He pinned your legs firmly below him, wrapping one hand around your wrists to hold them in place. The other hand drifted to your chin, gently tilting your head to the side.

His fingertips brushed over your neck, ghosting over your pulse. You could feel it pounding and you’re sure he could too. If he could smell your fear all those days ago you couldn’t even imagine what he must be smelling now.

His breathing was unsteady as he stared at you with naked hunger.

He licked over the spot on your neck first, like he was marking you before slowly resting his fangs over top of your skin.

You pulled your head even further to the side, begging him to break skin.

He finally did and for a moment, you lashed out, the pain inciting some buried instinct in you.

And then the fight faded and all you were left with was a sense of peace.

You were powerless beneath him. He could bleed you dry right now, pinned under him. You knew he wouldn’t.

There was something calming about being completely at someone’s mercy. He lapped your blood up, his body warming as he fed from you, and you felt more relaxed than you ever had before, as you gave this piece of yourself to him.

The pain had faded so far away. The only way you could recognize it was by seeing it as another thing you’d feel in the morning, another thing you knew Rook would diligently take care of.

And he’d do it with the energy and life you were giving him now, the bit of you that you were allowing him to take.

He tried to pull away from your neck but your fingers knotted into his hair, trying to keep him close. He rejected your attempt, pulling away to send his lips crashing into yours. The metallic taste of blood seeped into your mouth as you returned his kiss, desperate and pleading.

You felt just as hungry as he was.

The kiss finally ended as he went to bandage to wound you’d half forgotten about, settling back against your neck as soon as he cleaned the remaining blood dripping down you.

The sheets, on the other hand, did not look like they could be saved.

He snorted into your neck and you pulled back to get a good look at him.

“What’s so funny?” you asked.

“I won,” he said with a smile.

“What?”

“Our game. I think I won.”

“Are you trying to piss me off?” you asked with a laugh.

“Maybe.”

You just laid there for a few minutes, lounging against him before he moved to get up.

You whined at him but he made no move to stop. He walked across the room and returned with a glass of water and a plate of cookies.

“I told you I’d take care of you,” he said as he handed them off.

“My hero.”

He settled back in next to you as you started in on one of the cookies.

“So you really want to stay?”

You nodded, barely even processing the question. “I already said yes,” you mumbled.

He shook his head. “No, I need you to listen. Do you want to stay, to join everyone here, to become mine?”

Your brows furrowed. “I’d be yours?”

He nodded. “They’re all mine, just as much as I belong to all of them. To all of you. Don’t you remember, all those promises you made before you came? I made them too, you know. To care for you all, to always have your best interests at heart, to give a piece of yourself away. All the vows, you have to mean it this time.”

“I already mean them. You want to be mine?” you asked, wiping a stray drop of your blood off of his chin.

“I do.”

#terato #terato writing #teratophillia #vampire x vampire hunter #vampire x reader #vampire x human #monster bf #monster boyfriend #monster x human #monster x reader #this is the final part #but I am planning viv and oliver one-shots and an epilogue #so we will return to these guys one day #I love them too much not to

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HELLO MY FAVORITE BIMBO HAVE WE SEEN THIS?? CANON BOYCUNT VOX???

I don’t think this is true BUT I AM WILLING TO TAKE THIS AND RUN WITH IT !

#inbox open #hazbin hotel vox #i mean i doubt it but i very much enjoy the idea #but this probably isn’t true guys i hate to break it to you #that would be very jk rowling of viv if it was canon #show not tell viv #that’s writing 101 #(also no seriously SHOW ME)

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teeth-cable · 1 year

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The hazbin hotel fandom is hilarious because the majority of you are ADULTS but when a POC or someone has a valid critique of the POC rep in Hazbin, you will say these things with a straight face.

“I don’t understand why making a black character a cannibal and treating his vodou as a Halloween aesthetic is problematic.”

“Why is portraying a latina’s valid anger as her being bitchy and treating it as a joke is bad?”

“Why is making the Japanese woman character main character trait being men obsessed is a bad stereotype?”

“Why is portraying a grown black woman as a kid is infantilizing her?”

“Why is making the only hispanic man a sexual predator who is loud mouthed and obnoxious terrible?”

This or you guys just pretend you didn’t hear anything. Also don’t use “IT’S HELL!” or “THEY’RE SUPPOSED TO BE BAD PEOPLE!” excuses. There are better ways to write POCs as bad people without resorting to stereotypes and treating them like jokes

#Hazbin hotel #hazbin critical #hazbin hotel criticism #꧁Rambles꧂#The amount of white fans I see excusing Al being a black man is a cannibal and his vodou is #Is crazy #Literally I found a person saying that it wasn't offensive #Also I know that Viv is a Latina but her being a POC doesn't excuse the bad rep in the show and pilot #It's actually surprising since you would think she would want to avoid writing stereotypes for her POCs characters but I guess not #hazbin hotel critical

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thoughtkick · 11 months

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I love that word. Forever. I love that forever doesn't exist, but we have a word for it and use it all the time. It's beautiful and doomed.

Viv Albertine

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perfectfeelings · 8 months

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I love that word. Forever. I love that forever doesn’t exist, but we have a word for it anyway, and use it all the time. It’s beautiful and doomed.

Viv Albertine

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surqrised · 8 months

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I love that word. Forever. I love that forever doesn't exist, but we have a word for it and use it all the time. It's beautiful and doomed.

Viv Albertine

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campbell-rose · 10 months

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Helluva Rewrite (s1e8)

Okay, so I'm insane and got this sudden urge to rewrite Helluva Boss and redesign the cast. I ended up with a full rewrite of episode eight and the design of a brand new character and thought I might as well post it rather than leave it to rot on a word doc lol. Okay, context before hand. Beelzebub is no longer a hellhound fox sparkledog thing. I’ve split the character into Beelzebub, the ruler of Gluttony, and Cerberus who takes the role as Vortex’s gf without fucking over the worldbuilding. Loona is now an actual teenager, only 17 and was adopted by Blitzo very recently in this retelling so she’s still wary of him a bit. I think that’s it, so here is my reworking!

Loona is terrified. She shows up to the party and is visibly shaken, but immediately brightens up when Vortex calls out to her.

When Vortex introduces Loona, he notices she’s uncomfortable from the attention and apologizes, then offers to get her a drink to help her relax.

The second Loona is alone, she has the confrontation with that poodle bitch. Changes in order:

The Poodle approaches Loona rather than Loona butting into a conversation. She goes “O-M-G. Loona?” and when Loona turns around, she starts getting really mean.

The Poodle and Loona grew up in the same pound but the poodle left first (incorporate somehow into the conversation)

Okay, the Poodle is like “Wow, you must’ve finally gotten too old to stay in the pound, you know, since you were such a lunatic nobody wanted you! Can’t relate lol.”

Loona gets aggro at the lunatic comment, and the Poodle whips out her phone like “woah, careful you’re looking like Lunatic Loona again!”

‘Lunatic Loona’ comes from Loona getting aggressive at an adoption fair and biting people. She was branded as aggressive and hard to work with and it followed her. The Poodle has a picture of Loona looking rabid.

Loona is visibly upset then masks it with anger. (Lots of hounds are gathering to watch b/c they are getting loud) she makes a rebuttal like “I’m surprised someone wanted you considering you’re such a massive bitch!” *in this rewrite, it is established that bitch is a cruel term used against hellhounds

Vortex swoops in the second Poodle squares up (bc she squares up in this after being called a bitch) and calms it down.

Loona is visibly upset and fidgety. She looks in her drink and notices a fly drowning in the liquid. A couple scenes to show hellhounds she tries to interact with are wary of her and are pointing and whispering about her being crazy.

Now, enter Beelzebub. Note: Beelzebub will be a bee demon and no longer Votex’s gf, rather that will fall onto a new character! Beelzebub does her song with her pet, Cerberus acting as her hypeman!

Loona is more in awe during the song than anything else, and starts to seem to be enjoying herself. She dances with Vortex and thinks for a moment he’s flirting with her

When the song ends, Cerberus rushes Vortex, spins him around and squeals about the song and the party. She notices Loona and basically has the same dialogue Bee had in the episode. When Vortex says this is my girlfriend, Loona is visibly stunned. She repeats the word and Cerberus nods and covers Vortex in kisses. *in this rewrite, it wasn’t mentioned during Vortex and Loona’s first meeting that he had a gf. While this takes away from Vortex being a more aware character, this is a change for the sake of better drama imo

Loona is mortified and feels like a moron for flirting with a guy with a gf, and her night has already been shitty and embarrassing enough. She goes outside and texts/calls Blitzo.

While waiting on the curb for Blitzo, a hellhound approaches her. He’ll be the stand in for the guy that’s like ‘oh no, the hottie is leaving?’. He comes up and goes “Loona?” and she’s immediately on edge and snaps at him. Then she recognizes that he is another hound she knew from the pound. They talk

She apologizes for being on edge, she’s just had a shitty night. He knows, he saw, Poodle got adopted by a Greed demon and was spoiled rotten ever since

He compliments her and says she looks nice. He’s never seen her look anything other than miserable or angry. She says he seems adjusted enough. He says he didn’t get adopted, he aged out, so he kind of had to learn how to adjust or die in the fighting pits *expanded on later*

Another pause. He says he’s sorry for how he treated her back then, he was miserable and angry and he took it out on her. Loona shakes her head and replies that she was hardly better, then softly adds that she still isn’t. He points out that they’ve managed to have a conversation for a minute without someone getting bitten, so that’s got to count as an improvement.

Blitzo pulls in, making both of them jump. He asks Loona if she’s alright and if she wants to leave now and to hop in. The hellhound she was talking too is sad at that and says that she should stay because the party just started. Loona stands between them for a moment before suggesting to Blitzo that he come into the party with her. Blitzo says no because he’s had a really shit night and can’t do partying right now. Enter the imp from before. Scene is generally the same, except Blitzo recognizes the other imp and calls them by name so they aren’t some unnamed nobody.

The scene of Blitzo doing a kegstand is the same, but Cerberus and Vortex are watching with Loona as well. Beelzebub (again, a separate character from the dog thing in the show and Cerberus) offers her challenge *Cerberus brings in the booze rather than Tex to indicate servitude

Beelzebub is now a bit less of a nice girl. She doesn’t stop halfway through the contest and stare at Blitzo all concerned. Once he beats her she gets super pumped and takes him off on her shoulders. The next few scenes are Blitzo doing shit (chugging drinks, breaking the disco ball, busting some of the honey tubes in the background, causing general choas and constantly drinking) all the while being egged on by Beelzebub.

Loona finds a small group of friends to talk to along with that other hellhound she first talked to. Then Cerberus asks if she can talk to her in private. In this Cerberus says what Bee originally said in the episode, minus seeing auras. She says that Beelzebub can sense when people are wrecked and can’t help herself. She makes people and demons indulge in their misery and sins until they can’t move, and feeds off of their energy. Blizto is basically a buffet. Loona is a little defensive, but doesn’t insult Cerberus or upset her.

Loona finds Blitzo in the middle of yet another drinking contest, currently chugging before throwing up into his cup and saying he hasn’t lost yet and is about to drink the puke. Loona pulls him away and notes that he’s a fucking mess and that what he’s doing isn’t okay. Beelzebub mentions that she’s being a party pooper, but Loona is too concerned with Blitzo to care

They leave the party. Loona waves at the hellhound boy she talked to, and is shown pocketing a number written on a napkin.

I’m keeping the vomit joke and taking out the moments of Loona calling Blitzo dad, as in this she has only been with him for a short while and doesn’t really know him like that.

Since this episode would be before season two, this is the first indication of Loona’s past, talking about the pound and shit, and also showcases her being more sensitive and capable of having fun and interacting with people other than her dad and her coworkers. I’m no Shakespeare but I tried my best with what Viv and team laid out including the terrible whiplash humor (i'm talking about you dildo scene)

Now, art!

This is my rework of Loona, i wanted her to be more of an edgy emo girl since that's been Viv style for decades

And this is what i came up for Cerberus! I'm struggling with colors, so I might color them and post it later if i feel like it. Cerberus will either be colored like one of Viv's drawings of JayJay or like Queen Bee when she has the superior color pallet with yellows and oranges.

Debating if hellhounds should wear clothes in this rework because i'm doubling down on them being essentially pets and sentient dogs

#vivziepop critical #helluva boss redesign #helluva boss critical #anti helluva boss #anti vivziepop #helluva boss rewrite #i swore i wouldn't be viv focused #then the shitty writing drew me back in lmao #i love rewriting and redesigning things #might post some mlp redesigns tbh

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