I see your “Paul is Pokotho’s favorite” theory and raise you “Paul is Pokotho’s nemesis”
So here’s the thing about Pokey: he hates any voice that isn’t his own. He sees Hatchetfield and all their drama and he feels superior because he KNOWS there’s not a single person in this world whose part he can’t play better than them.
He knows their little wants and deepest desires. He understands their character motivations more deeply than those miserable ants ever could.
Except here’s the thing. Thousands of timelines, countless different scenarios he and his brothers have dreamed up, and in all of that there’s still one question that remains unanswered:
Who the fuck is Paul?
No seriously who the hell is this guy. Like, he’s in every story but what’s his deal. What does Paul want? He wants a date with a barista. And seemingly, that’s it.
Great. Fucking riveting.
The man is nothing, he’s set dressing, he’s a total non sequitur. Plot threads walk up to him and he goes “no thanks I have better things to do” and prattles off
He doesn’t have better things to do. He never has better things to do. He’s going to go home and browse Wikipedia for an hour and then go to bed. Pokey goddamn checked.
Even in the universe where he gets replaced with a goddamn time traveling clone, that clone’s ambition start and end with marrying that same fucking barista because he is seemingly programmed in his DNA to be BORING
He doesn’t even like musicals, the uncultured cuck.
But now Paul’s gone and made Pokey waste valuable brainpower pondering the inner life of stupid nothing mortal like he’s fucking Tinky. And Pokey’s not gonna stand for that kind of slight.
Paul’s just like every other worthless person in his universe and Pokey’s going to prove it. He’ll wrench a story from Paul’s bloody corpse if it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.
Max just realizing he's into Grace despite all logic (probably because she has Dommy Mommy energy and he wants to be dogwalked by her, but he probably isn't capable of examining his own desires that deeply) and then he has to come up with an excuse for why he's into her and goes with the "forbidden fruit, repressed chicks are freakiest" explanation he gives in the show, but his fantasies are just him kneeling at her feet with a gag in his mouth while Grace reads her bible and mostly ignores him but will pet his hair every so often and she'll punish him if he's bad but will also call him a good boy and kiss him on the cheek if he earns it and maybe if he's really really really good, one day she might let him eat her out (doesn't count because there's no penetration) until she cums at least twice with his hands tied behind his back so he can't be sinful and touch himself until after she's done and leaves him there to take care of himself, but maaaaaaybe if he gets close enough and is doing a good enough job, she'll allow him to rub his still-clothed cock against he leg just to get some relief.
Max waking up in the night harder than ever after dreaming that scenario and doesn't take his underwear off or use his hand, but instead gets off by humping his pillow and ruining his boxers.
YES YES YES YES.
Dominatrix Grace my beloved. I love it so so so much! I like holyghost when Max is completely pussywhipped by Grace. He deserves to be smitten. Grace deserves to have all control there.
Damn that Hannah looks SICK! I’m proud of it, also did you recognize that pose Ruth’s making? It has to do with my next craft project…. +scrapped Richie drawing, I was going to use it on my storyboard assignment but changed my mind lol
And the second chapter of my fic is out! Things will get interesting very soon ;)
The small town still has the scars of the murders of the three students, the major and his assistant. Not only that, but another kid- Jason Jepson. -is still missing after two months since he was last seen. Could it be connected to the previous events? Was it only a mortal psycho, or something beyond that…
That’s what Miss Holloway wants to discover. She knows something is wrong, she knows a certain book is in the middle of all this mess. She needs to be quick, before more bad things happen. So, with her partner-in-crime Duke Kaene, they go after the survivors of that killing spree - Peter Spankoffski, Stephanie Lauter and Grace Chasity.
But little does she knows that one of them changed their path…towards the Black.
Will they discover what is the new challenge Hatchetfield Town will face? Will they keep themselves sane without any therapy?? And, most importantly…will they survive????
Into the Black is my first fic on Ao3! Please check it out, I’m really excited abt it lol
Fingers Richie’s t-dick as he bites his mouth to try not to be too loud in the locker room. His beautiful sweaty fumes fill the room as he just got back from performing as the mascot as he takes in three fingers. My underwear stuffing his mouth as we lay on the ground butt naked with our clothes everywhere in a mess.
So, it always bugged me that in the nerdy prudes must die pro-shot, The Summoning cinematography didn't take advantage of the master shot enough, and I wanted to learn davinci resolve. So, I combined the digital ticket and the youtube footage together and here we are
I've been writing a season of Nightmare Time in my head that follows the five years after Max Jagerman is saved from the Waylon House. Grace's episode is... well. When Grace Chasity doesn't find chaos, the chaos comes to her.
(click through for better quality, comic dialogue + descriptions under the cut for easier reading)
All comic panels are on a light blue background; characters are in thin black linework.
[FIRST PANEL: External shot of Hatchetfield's Church, surrounded by trees and greenery.]
Grace Chasity: Mom, Dad you guys go ahead.
[SECOND PANEL: Ext. Church zoomed in to Grace standing outside the church doors. Her parents walk away, Karen waves goodbye to her. Grace waves back.]
Karen Chasity: Are you sure, sweetie?
Mark Chasity: Oh, let her pray, mother.
Karen: She's so devoted. Alright dear, we'll see you at home.
[THIRD PANEL: Int. view of Grace's side profile, lowering her hand, smile faded. Behind her on the wall is a stained glass window depicting Eve Tempted By The Serpent by William Blake. All the glass pieces are varying shades of blue, navy, muted light and dark teals. The only thing in vivid color is the apple in lime green. It hangs above Grace's head before she walks back inside, revealing the whole painting. She kneels at a pew and sighs.]
[FOURTH PANEL: Front-on view of Grace, hands together in prayer. There's a ping of a notification, and she opens an eye to look.]
[FIFTH PANEL: She glances over to a group chat. In it are Max, Grace, Ruth, Richie, Pete, and Steph. The texts read as follows:
Max Jagerman: hey nerdz, party @ Kyle's
Richie: We're invited??
Max Jagerman: txt 1- ya U saved my life dumbazzes lol. just dont b lame / txt 2- will u b there, Grace / txt 3- two flirty face emojis
Grace slams the phone face down.]
[SIXTH PANEL: Grace holds her hands in prayer tighter, looking grumpier and grumbling under her breath. Her head perks up at a voice; a black speech bubble with lime green text appears on the right.
Man: This world needs a cleanse, don't it?]
[SEVENTH PANEL: Grace over to her left, our right. Beside her Wilbur Cross, palms together in prayer obscuring a smirking face. Side profile of Grace trying to refocus but she can't help but side eye.
Grace: I don't know if you're new here, but for future reference: it's rude to interrupt somebody in prayer.
Wilbur Cross: Oh, but God's always listening anyway, ain't he? He knows what's in your heart.]
[EIGHTH PANEL: View over Wilbur's shoulder; devious eyes, serpent smile.
Wilbur: Maybe I know what's in yours, too.
Grace grabs her things and stands up to leave.
Grace: You, sir, don't know anything. Now please, if you'd excuse me.]
[NINTH PANEL: Grace, walking away, is stopped in her tracks when Wilbur next speaks.
Grace (mumbling): Criminy, some people...
Wilbur: That Maxy-Poo really got to your pretty little head there, Amazin' Grace.]
[TENTH PANEL: Grace looks back, altar behind her. Wilbur leans back and laxly rests his arms on the pew.
Grace: What... you...
Wilbur: Not so hasty now. Come on, sit yourself down, I won't bite.
Grace hesitates, then sits down a few pews ahead of him needing distance but... listening. Pew by pew, Wilbur inches closer.
Wilbur: I'll cut right to the chase, Grace. This world is... dirty. Lot of Jagermen out there making OUR jobs a whole lot harder. What job is that? Serving the Powers That Be. Now, I get the feeling that this is really tearing you up inside. And you hold it all on your shoulders, 'cause no one understands.]
[TENTH PANEL: Wilbur, synthetically sympathetic face, puts a hand to his heart. Grace looks over her shoulder and looks troubled.
Wilbur: But I do. And I say it's okay. UNLOAD that burden.]
[ELEVENTH PANEL: Shot of Grace from the lips down, legs crossed tight and body tense. Accompanied are an image of Max, a close-up of Wilbur's eyes in which his view of Grace is reflected in full color, and a close-up of her hand flexing and wanting. Her speech bubbles, originally a buttery yellow, start fading to green.
Grace: Ever since that creep-- MAX JAGERMAN-- started bothering me, things have gone to all heck. I'm feeling things that are so... u n n a t u r a l. My mind's been POISONED.]
[TWELFTH PANEL: Close-up of Grace's hand by her crucifix necklace. She reaches for her cross, Cross reaches for her.
Wilbur: And this is what makes us kindred spirits, you and I. That thing in your heart. WRATH.]
[THIRTEENTH PANEL: Grace front-on, quiet fury on her face. The page is colored dark black at the top and fades back to light blue towards the bottom. His words surround her from all sides.
Wilbur: Don't it just burn you up inside? The injustice? The grime? The FILTH? ... 'Course, it doesn't have to. You can make it go AWAY.]
[FOURTEENTH PANEL: Grace has a tentative expression, wanting to believe. Behind her Cross smiles and gets up. He's won his kill
Grace: I... I can?
Wilbur: 'Course you can. After all...]
[FIFTEENTH PANEL: Wilbur behind her, leaving. Grace is still looking forward contemplative. Her speech bubbles have become Wilbur's inverse, lime green on black text.
Wilbur: YOU, Grace Chasity, are the most important girl in the world.
Grace (confused, whips head): Me? What are you--]
[SIXTEENTH PANEL: Wide shot Grace looking over her shoulder, church interior sprawling behind her. Pews, high ceilings, crucifix statue behind an altar table. Back to front-on shot of her. She looks forward and then downward.]
[SEVENTEENTH PANEL: Atop her phone is a green apple that wasn't there before. Close-up view that takes up most of the panel of her hand holding the apple. View zooms out, all surroundings have faded, save for Grace from the torso up assessing what's in her hand. One step closer to darkness.]
