I Love RE4R Leon But I Can Never Get Over How Stiff He Moves Sometimes Like Loosen Your Back My Love

do you take fic requests?

Hi! I would absolutely be down to take fic requests!! It’s been a hot second since I updated my blog, I’ve mostly been using it for reading and finding pretty art lately lmao

But feel free to send me something and I’d be open to giving it a shot!

*spoilers for obx s4*

the reason why jj's death hurts so much is not just because he's my fav character or that my fav ship, jiara, is suddenly no longer endgame, it is because jj is the heart of the show, he is fundamentally what the pogues are, more than any member of the entire team and he's the main instigator for most plot points.

without him, the show loses a vital piece of the tone and the emotional core of the second half of obx.

firstly, the first three seasons centers around john b, and even though they're trying to keep the momentum, it's not that compelling anymore bc his arc/ motivations for joining the treasure hunt to find his dad, wrapped up when his dad died.

the next seasons were supposed to be jj's seasons and his search for his identity/ grappling with his pogue & kook identity, finding inner peace (which he rightfully deserved). killing him off basically throws this central theme out the window, the entire point of the second half of obx, which is just another layer of why this is so upsetting. his character arc felt so unfinished and underdeveloped.

i also don't buy that this was the plan all along, even if it was originally a 4 season show. bc if it was, why did they keep adding scenes between him and kie saying they're going to run away to a far away island when all of this over? why add all that island stuff/ losing their home? why add that he's a genrette/ jeanrette (idk what the proper spelling of this name is)? why add all this unnecessary info tying jj to the plot/ giving him plot relevance if they were just going to kill him off without tying any of these plot points off (while he was alive, oof this hurts to type) and creating more plot holes that can't be resolved without him?

his death is super conflicting bc there's little to no resolution to his arc, imo.

with that said, i keep seeing a lot of hate online towards the actors/ producers/ whoever worked on the show and just a reminder that this is not a hate post. i will not tolerate any hate comments about anyone working on the show, including the writers. but i am upset with how they handled his character and the plot of s4 in general and wished they went with something else other than killing jj off.

my headcanon: jj runs away into hiding, kiara joins him at the end of the series finale and they finally go on their surfing trip together. even if it's a mention and we never see him again, it would've been better than what we got.

One thing I absolutely love about Astarion’s redemption arc is the complexity of his relationship with the figure of the hero.

Astarion is a vampire, a monster, and also a victim (as well as, in a way, a perpetrator, due to his forced obedience to Cazador). He is the first person in desperate need of a hero to save him and the last person suited for the role of a hero.

He prayed to every god for salvation, even for death, and even that was denied to him. He resents heroes and the powerful, and when confronted with the idea that both have a duty to protect the weak, he scornfully responds that no, they’ve done a terrible job—that in 200 years, no one saved him from torture, and that it was the mind flayers, other monsters, who finally freed him. And that, in reality, the powerful only use their strength to bend others to their will and serve their own selfish interests. It’s in this same conversation that Astarion declares his desire to be better than Cazador—stronger, more powerful—though the player likely meant kinder, more noble.

Yet, despite everything he says, despite his disapproval of every heroic action taken in Act 1, Astarion is irreversibly drawn to the figure of the hero. First and foremost, he seeks their protection, though still through the warped lens of his past under Cazador’s cruel talons. Secondly, he is extremely sensitive to kindness, understanding, acceptance—to being treated like a person, just as a true hero would treat him.

And then, this is something I particularly noticed while playing as Karlach—Astarion is fascinated by Wyll, who is, in many ways, the quintessential hero of the party. He even admits that if he had to choose one of them to feed on, it would be Wyll, because he is sweet and righteous, just. Which is a contradiction, because the very traits that draw Astarion to him are the same ones that make him want to drain him dry. Love and hate, all in one.

With this in mind, even the conversation after meeting Aurelia and Leon takes on a deeper meaning. The player sees something in Astarion, but he still refuses to recognize it, to admit it, and rightfully says he can’t be what we see in him—a good person, a righteous, understanding, even heroic figure. And yet, the player sees through him…

And it’s breathtaking when, during the ritual, just before stabbing Cazador, Astarion says those very same words: "You're right. I can be better than him." But this time, he doesn’t mean stronger or more powerful. No, this time, he means it exactly as it was first presented to him and so bitterly rejected. And he means it with all his heart.

And in doing so, in freeing all his siblings and all the poor souls imprisoned there, Astarion commits a truly heroic act. He does for others what he once desperately hoped for himself, what he prayed for—becoming the hero he needed. Because at the same time, he is freeing himself—from his chains, from his narrow worldview that saw everything in terms of power and dominance. For the first time, he is free to live outside of the path that someone else forced upon him.

And that’s exactly why, in my opinion, the next morning, it’s right to tell him that yes, we were the heroes who stood by his side, but we only gave him a push. Because, in the end, he saved himself.

He is the hero he had been waiting for centuries!

And that thought makes my heart race! ❤️

Alastor bullying Lucifer’s ducks

No bullying allowed here

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It's a small piece of the first page. I had a couple ideas, but I couldn't choose one thing and decided to combine them into the "post canon" comic.

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So last night I had a dream abt Hazbin Hotel where Alastor just completely broke down.

I don’t remember all of the details, but what I do remember is that him and Charlie were walking down the streets. I don’t know why exactly, but Alastor was kind of upset abt something? Like, upset to the point where he was actually having trouble keeping the whole smile thing up.

Eventually, Charlie catches on and asks him what’s wrong. This man pulls her into like an alleyway or smth and starts BREAKING DOWN. I’m talking genuine tears, his smile is just gone, he’s leaning against the wall for support and trying to cover his face, etc.

Charlie was surprised at this. I can’t remember why Alastor was so upset, or if he told Charlie what was wrong, but regardless, Charlie gladly comforted him.

Ik this might not be the most canon thing that can happen with Alastor, ik he’s supposed to be like a big spooky evil overlord

But goddamn what I would GIVE to have Charlie and Alastor bond like this to the point where Alastor trusts her enough to show her his true emotions <333

Hi! I was wondering if you can do a Alastor x paralysis demon fem! reader (basically reader is like Freddy Krueger and can haunts peoples dreams and kill them. If the person they kill in their dream dies, they also die in real life.) The reader can always be tired since when the reader themselves fall asleep they’re transferred to someone else’s dreams so they don’t get sleep. Like none. So it’s just some fluffy stuff with Alastor and very sleepy reader! Extra points if you include reader having a demonic sheep pet with them. (Like how when people sleep they count sheep 🌝)

— my first piece of alastor literature! i’m very nervous that this isn’t accurate but nonetheless, i hope you enjoy :)

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oatmilk flavoured coffee, the type of beverage that comforted you and filled you with a sense of warmth and comfort. a yawn escaped you as the bags under your eyes were becoming more prominent with every night that ended up sleepless.

it was yet another tiring night of drifting off to someone else’s dreams and adding pure nightmare fuel to the peace and quiet of an innocent victim, only to off them and add them to your kill count — you didn’t mind. it was entertaining to watch them try and escape and think that they’ve won, only for you to be the last thing they see before everything goes black.

but oh boy, was it exhausting.

you were sat on one of the sofas in the main entrance of the hazbin hotel, your legs resting to the side of you on the plush cushions as you rested against the arm rest, warm mug in hand, sipping peacefully.

you really wanted sleep. even a simple nap would do. but that was never going to happen, and you knew it.

“heavens, my dear, you look exhausted!” you look up from your outer-space-daze on the floor to see alastor. he’s got that usual smile on his face; you’re happy to see it. you give a meek grin in response. “you know me, always tired”

your feet are on the floor now as you give alastor a place to sit beside you. something about his presence beside you makes you feel warm; just like the coffee your drinking. that’s almost cold by now, but it’s fine.

“oh trust me, my dear, i’m well aware of how exhausted you’ve been as of late,” you take small glances at alastor as he cleans his monocle with his red coat sleeve, the way his oh-so fluffy hair flops with grace atop his head. perhaps it’s the exhaustion taking over your body as you begin to feel fuzzy on the inside.

yeah, definitely exhaustion.

“these hotel walls are missing your lively personality, sweetheart”

“…you’ve noticed?”

he doesn’t wanna admit it, bites his tongue as to not speak of such a thing. he wants to use the excuse of ‘his shadows see everything’ — which wasn’t half a lie in this particular scenario. but he has been noticing your tiresome self a lot more. he rolls his eyes “i’m the steadfast hotelier, i have to take notice in some things, don’t i? otherwise this establishment would be an absolute mess!”

“damn, too bad you didn’t take notice sooner, maybe i wouldn’t be an absolute mess right now” you take a sip of your drink, hiding your now blushing face behind your coffee mug.

oh, you really shouldn’t’ve said that.

“hmm, are you saying that you wanted me to take notice of you?” he takes up another space closer to you. of-fucking-course he’d do that. teasing bastard.

“i’m tired, al. i have no idea what i’m saying. what did i just say?”

you hear alastor chuckle as he stands up from his spot beside you, his presence now cold air beside you.

“perhaps try counting sheep tonight, darling. at least it would put that… pet you have to good use” you stop mid slurp, looking up behind your mug at the radio demon in front of you with scrunched eyebrows. cute.

“you leave lambie out of this”

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