The demigod son of Hades, known in human terms as "Bob Roth". While he's beloved by most girls in his village, at school he's seen as the arrogant jerk he truly is.
He is obsessed with beating Kim, as the boy is the demigod son of Zeus, Bob's rival. He also can't stand that they prefer Kim's modesty and biceps.
He keeps trying to woo Rose to be his future wife, as she always turns him down. Xavier has to be wary of a certain beastly princess if he wishes to avoid getting mauled for his harassment of her girlfriend.
To say he is bigoted towards hybrids is an understatement. Xavier has been suspended before for attempting to brutally attack them. He has experience in hunting animals.
Xavier desperately wants to make his father proud, something Bob takes advantage of.
He has plenty of antlers for decorating. A surprising yet fitting choice for XY. BTW, he's not as buff as OG Gaston, more like a lean-buff. Make sure to check out Class of Heroes. @artzychic27 @msweebyness
A spacy dude who can shred on the guitar. XY’s a guy who’s just trying to chill for the rest of his life.
Has a tendency to wander off, causing him to get in lots of trouble with villains.
He’s seen so much weird shit from Wonderland that nothing phases him.
Often gives nonsensical advice to his classmates, usually focusing on the wrong things in situations.
Scared of Nathaniel after the King tried cutting his head off in Wonderland.
Life’s pretty mad, brah. Here’s XY as Alice, rounding out our heroic trio. As always, make sure to reply, reblog, post, and ask for thoughts about the content. @artzychic27 @msweebyness
(Max has captured Lila and XY and trapped them in his far-away secret base that he created. He wishes to interrogate them on the whereabouts of Felix, XY and Jess. He chuckles as he approaches them.)
Max: Back in my lair once more.
(He frowns as he looks at Lila.)
Max: How many times are you gonna run? I’ve captured you 17 different times!
(She pauses to think about it.)
Lila: I feel like it’s gonna be at least 18.
(He stares at her with no expression on his face and after a few seconds, turns away as XY wheezes with laughter in the background.)
Max: *Sighs* The caucasity of this bitch.
(Max shows them a presentation of his plans to dominate the world alongside his villainous friends.)
Max: Now Imagine... Dragons.
(Lila mouths “WTF” as XY laughs again.)
Max: Imagine PUBG gaming on Fortnite BR.
(He stares at Lila and gives a psychotic grin.)
Max: Frank Ocean can’t save you now, sweetheart.
Lila: What are you even talking about?!
(Later on, Felix, Jess and Aeon try to save them, but are sent to another room via a trap door.)
Lila and XY: NOO!!!
Max: Hehe flushed them down the terlet. Won’t be seein’ them again. Mm-mm-mm. Now, about those PUBG Let’s Plays...
This one was a bit shorter and less fun than the SA2 one. I generally think that Alfred’s best Eggman was in SA2 but this one still has some bangers. As always, @artzychic27 and @msweebyness. Make sure to reply, reblog, and ask to let us know what you think.
THIS IS WHY XY ISN’T ALLOWED TO WEAR SHIRTS WITH TEXT ON THEM:
A comedy oneshot about a shirt selection gone awry.
Xavier-Yves Roth, more commonly known as XY, seems to disappoint the masses more and more as his journey progresses.
XY’d made a lot of stupid decisions in his life, but none quite like the day he’d decided to change up the styling of his plain undershirt. He was in dire need of a replacement, after accidentally super-gluing his last shirt to a wad of paper-mâché. His creative urges were ultimately no match for his inability to think things through. This was why the front of the clothing item found itself with a huge tear, exposing his heartless chest to a hoard of otherwise half-sane fanatics.
He had never been faced with such a situation before, which was part of what made the whole situation painful. Ultimately, Xavier had been under the impression that he would only need the one shirt for the rest of his life. He’d figured, purchasing one at the price of three-thousand, would make up for a lifetime of natural wear-and-tear. Of course, the fate of his original shirt may have partially made it to the intended life expectancy, had Bob Roth, his father, managed to put away the craft supplies like his paediatric therapist had instructed.
“Well,”, Xavier watched as the record producer spoke to himself, digging through a clothing rack in one of the world’s priciest clothing stores, “at least you didn’t eat the superglue this time.”
He found himself rolling his eyes at the comment, leaning back on the boutique lounge in exasperation. He was sure this would take a while, like his father had pointed out. In his words, after all, it was ‘to find an item fit for a young man who spilled more shakes on himself than a baby without a bib’ (he did actually HAVE a bib, he’d just lost it in a small hotel-room fire).
However, in surprising time, Bob had managed to find the attire he’d been searching for. It was almost identical to the previous undershirt, the only discrepancy being that this one had text over the front that actually said the words ‘I’ then, on the next line ‘am addicted to’, and finally, ‘shakes’.
A seemingly perfect new shirt, and Xavier had thought so, too. -And unlike the last one, it hadn’t been branded by a problematic company. ...Those poor baby seals.
The days had been unusually hot, so Xavier had found himself not needing that iconic jacket of his, for the most part. The new shirt was well-received by members of the industry, and he’d even received sponsorship from a local milkshake chain. Many close friends had approached him about the shirt, talking about how good it looked on him, one even asking if it was the basis of a new song he was working on. Being the ever-uncreative performer ‘XY’, naturally the answer was ‘yes’, something that was mentally filed back for later.
With it being a promotion for a new song that he was creating, now, it was time to hit social media. A tweet went out from Xavier-Yves Roth, himself.
‘What’s my new song titled?
Pay special attention my shirt when I’m on the DMUSICJ Magazine cover.
PS. MY SECRET’S OUT! 😉’
It was exciting. On the day of the shoot, it had been particularly cold. The shoot coordinators had no problem with him wearing his iconic jacket. It didn’t seem right without it, after all. The whole thing was a lot of fun, at least, for the photographers, who looked rather amused the entire time. Good for them, of course.
This being said, he actually hadn’t bothered checking the photos before leaving the photo shoot. He’d worked with these guys before, and trusted them to do a pretty good job.
Soon enough, it was May, the month that his spread came out. Once again, Xavier made the mistake of failing to be concerned with it, and figured he’d check it out at a later date, since this month he’d been suddenly more occupied with the free shakes he’d been getting from his sponsor. Of course, that meant more gym appointments, but it was worth it. While on the elliptical, he was alerted by a particularly odd text from a former girlfriend.
‘Didn’t know you were about that, XY...’
It felt like the kind of thing that had to have had context, but he was really just too lazy to look into it. So, he left it, shrugging it off and going back to his workout routine. About three minutes later, there were more notifications. A few more cryptic messages from people he had the numbers of. Now it was getting weird.
‘Shakes, huh? I guess this explains why you’ve been so close to your sponsor.’
‘Very bold move, X.’
‘Me too, bro. Thought it was just me. I just love the icy feeling, don’t judge, lmao.’
Alright. What the fuck was going on? Was he just that great on the magazine cover that it was getting him attention? Maybe so. PROBABLY so.
Well, since it was becoming a huge deal, a few minutes later, when he’d finished his workout, he figured it was about time to sit down next to his duffel bag and check his social media.
His social media notifications were going crazy. Something was very wrong. VERY wrong. He went to open them up and inspect, when-
“-SON!”
He was jolted from his phone by a very urgent voice. Bob Roth had stomped his way in with a handful of security guards, seemingly struggling to get the doors closed against a swarm of media and paparazzi.
“This is awful. Whatever you do, don’t respond on social media!” He snapped.
Xavier found himself blinking in dull confusion.
“Dad? What’s going on?” There was momentary silence, and a look of suspended disbelief on XY’s behalf. Bob seemed to hesitate, before grabbing a rolled-up magazine from under his belt.
With his heart thudding loudly against his head, Xavier looked down at the front page. Nothing seemed too off at first. It was a good picture. Brilliant lighting.
“I don’t get it.” He started. Bob shook his head.
“Read the shirt.”
Xavier snorted in disgust.
“Come on, Dad, you know I don’t read.”
“Just READ IT.”
A little affronted, Xavier looked back down at the image, letting his vision drift to the shirt that he had familiarised himself with. It was the same one, plain as day, but by the hand of his jacket, and to his horror, the sides of the slogan had been cut short either side.
Oh no.
What was left on the front of his shirt, between the slices of purple fabric were the words,
