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[thriftstoresportsbra]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

New Fic Who Dis

@plutonium23 and @akari-of-moonlight my beautiful and amazing and wonderful beta readers!

First time writing for this fandom… hope you guys enjoy!

[kozukind]

first date everything post!

this is me shamelessly plugging my first date everything work you can find on ao3— most likely to be crossposted on tumblr very soon!

warnings: none(?)

Mac has seen everything there is to see about the house owner. From the ugly to the good to the devastatingly horrid, the crude fanfiction to the diary entries where they’d wish to disappear and stop the charade of being alive. In silence, the two of them harbor a secret relationship. One where Mac is the sole witness of the human’s pain, and in return, the human relies on Mac for everything needed.

It’s an exchange, one which helps the computer understand its owner more and more each day— laid bare before them and the entire space to see. The way their fingers tremble, the slight furl of their eyebrows, the slight tears ever so omnipresent in their eyes. 

Maybe that’s why Skylar Specs’ existence had come to be a blessing for them, a saviour in the passing time proved an obstacle for someone so fragile— so human-like and never steady against the unstopping waves of adult life. The human personification of life’s punching ball.

“…Uhm, hi.” A small sound, just like they’re so small, figuratively but also quite physically— they curl up on themselves and look to be falling as if the entire weight of their existence pulls them down with their shame, Mac doesn’t comment on it, lest they want to drive them further away. It’s the contrary, they want to be skin to skin, lay the human bare to the continuity of their worship and show them that through everything, they’ll be there.

That even if the world has given up on them, Mac for one would never, just like they always had treated the computer with care. It’s a childish sentimental affection in which, everytime their friends came over and rambled about having to replace what they had deemed a decaying equipment, they were never discarded. 

No, Mac was cherished. Updated and fed with the latest updates their system would allow, stared at for hours on end, smiled at— confessed to, a concept of soothing for a being that barely considered itself human anymore, an entity who in the gadget's eyes, was worth more than any high performance data pack a new site could introduce.

They’d both stand at an impasse— an update the other couldn’t have. And whereas Mac was fine with that and found themselves performant enough, the others would always shyly look away— unwanting in the attention now placed on them in their expectations of meeting a grand new blossoming romance.

(Something Mac hoped and knew they could gain— another step after the endless nights together, only a step further into the dance they both could not carry but would try to lead anyway).

They want to be this version of themselves, at their best settings and optimal capacity— not only for themselves, but for them too, because Mac knows when they are in dire need of assistance.

The human does not.

And unlike (some) objects around the house, Mac also knows the desire that stems from being desired, wanted and more importantly acknowledged. The fantasy of a romance with the others does not bother them, much like having the homeowner to themselves does not sound ugliest in the least, it’s a compromise some won’t make, but that they’re willing to work with to know what’s important not in their preferred relationship, with and for the homeowner.

They are fine with sharing, as long as they can be looked at too, 11.4 hours on weekdays and 14.6 hours on weekends, a part of a routine, a puzzle piece in something important to their lover.

Said custom a motion through the days now, known frames by frames, movements for movements. They walk in and Mac smiles at them, letting them sit on the floor with their head on their lap, silently muttering nonsense from the early morning (and unsavory meeting with Nightmare, not that Mac had to know). And despite their own faulty tiredness in the form of having been left on all night, Mac fantasizes about this even as it becomes real.

..Guiding their hand through the human’s hair, whispering sweet nothings into their waiting form— eager to soak up all the affection their computer can offer, feeding off the jealousy of the other’s furniture and marking themselves as one of the first to be so close to them.

It is not a competition, but still an important achievement they will carry with them— they would love a virus all they could, even when the human discarded them all in favor of soaking in their own misery, much like all the other objects wait. Some cause more bad than good, it’s a tough process, human adulthood.

With a dreamy sigh, they close their eyes, letting the door close behind with their hands as the only witness of the privilege given to them. They had it in their palm, the trust of their beloved.

God, it feels so good to want and somehow be sought out.

[aroacesafeplaceforall]

LET ARO PEOPLE HAVE SEX

LET ARO PEOPLE BE VIRGINS

LET ACE PEOPLE DATE

LET ACE PEOPLE BE SINGLE

LET ARO PEOPLE DATE

LET ARO PEOPLE BE SINGLE

LET ACE PEOPLE HAVE SEX

LET ACE PEOPLE BE VIRGINS

[motcomic]

Manor of Terror is a TD-inspired, horror-comedy web-comic following a cast of 16 characters competing for the cash prize of a million dollars.

START LATEST

CHAPTER DIRECTORY UNDER THE CUT

In the mansion of Sir Cedric Ratzwell, two teams must face a series of challenges that test their might, knowledge and most importantly.. courage! Facing not only the horrors of the mysterious manor, but also of peculiar strangers, contestants mustn't forget to survive elimination as well!

Good luck, and stay brave!

INTRODUCTION

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

[strawverrii]

casual existential crisis nothing to worry about

[bunnyjesters]

FREAKSHOW - (character study—funnybunny/jax x pomni centric)

synopsis: following kaufmo’s abstraction, pomni struggles to acclimate to her new digital life while the denizens of the circus adjust with varying degrees of success to the sudden change in their dynamic. (16+ but rating may change later with due warnings) (reblogs appreciated!)

updates on fridays

co written by + managed by mod mew 🌸 (cleanup) mightyena 🐺 (colour) and kitsch ⭐️ (boards/layout)

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[animationadventures]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

My first fic for the awesome web series known as Disventure Camp! This is basically what I hope happens at the end of the first season.

[notherpuppet]

More of the Role Reversal AU, angsty elder Charlie

[mariaalda]

Aww

[greykolla-art]

Yeah I think you’re in the right place, Al.

[dream-star-studio]

Do you think Scary Girl canonically has mommy issues?

Cuz like her mom told her that the reason she got voted out was because she was too scary.

[scarygirlsteakhouse]

Drawing requests hmm how about jo x anne maria?

love.. loses??

[waggledoogledoggle-deactivated2]

AHHHHHH

EPISODE 4 IM SO NORMLA ABOUT THEM I-

okokok, so ⚠️ Spoiler warning! ⚠️

the fact that Angel looks like THIS:

AND HUSK STRAIGHT (ha) UP SAYS TO HIM THAT THIS IS HIS FAVORITE VERSION OF ANGEL

Angel looks like a hot mess rn, probably the worst he’s looked that we’ve seen him

His clothes are messed up, eye bruised, hair a mess, blood splattered all over him and we just saw him light up a bunch of fuckers

this is him raw and real

He is very aware he looks anything BUT attractive rn

And Husk goes “wow… this the real you? Please be you more often, I like real you”

I’m sorry but if a guy while I was looking like absolute trash essentially says “wow, this version of you is beautiful” like Husk did to Angel?

dead. dead. I’d be dead.

[picnii]

We need Vox' cunty ass walk. Two vees already did it

[doodle-empress66]

"Wish I had something to live for tomorrow."

"So pour me a fresh one, and let's get to living!"

Your honor, they're my Roman Empire.

[willosword]

the vees take up such a unique antagonistic role in hazbin. they're so silly and pathetic except in specific bursts of competence. but even those moments are overshadowed by the way they just brute force everything. vox lost his own diss track against alastor. velvette didn't even do anything with the information she gathered at the overlord meeting. the more valentino lashes out like a child the more he loses control of angel. the person they picked to infiltrate the hotel ended up becoming its very proof of concept. they sung gleefully about the power vaccuum created by alastor's absence only for alastor to reappear 30 seconds later. what are they even doing. they're like an extremely unhinged team rocket

[ohbother2]

do you know what?

I miss long seasons.

I miss seasons that had 20 episodes and half of them could be cut and nothing would be lost to the story.

I miss the episodes where nothing fucking happens but you get to see the main cast goofing around with one another. You get to see their interactions, their relationships develop, their day-to-day lives and how they all fit together in them.

You get the Christmas/halloween/valentine's special -is it needed? certainly not. but is it good? is it entertaining? does it give the show and characters life? do we, the viewers, enjoy it? YES!

give me long stories!! give me little quarrelling spats between characters that can be resolved in one episode with no need to have an impact on the greater story! make these stories real!

let me enjoy them before they end!!!

I absolutely love Hazbin Hotel and the little world that's been created, but I can't help but feel disappointed we're only getting two seasons of 8 episodes.

back in the early 2000's 16 episodes would have been ONE season, never mind the entire thing.

show my angel dust and husk and nifty and sir penthouse living their daily lives in the hotel! show me Charlie brainstorming ways to redeem sinners! give me Charlie forcing the hotel staff to do cringe-y exercises! give me an entire episode of Vox trying to follow alastor through security cameras! Give me husks typical day! Give me a special through the eyes of nifty on a mission to irradiate the hotel of bugs! Give me sir penthouse and the egg boys up to no good!

give me something other than the bare necessities to make the story flow

6 months have nearly gone by in the hotel, and it feels like 1 month.