#💜- rambles

[blondeaxolotl-twstocs]

VOICE CLAIM HERE !!

NEW OC DROP!!!!!!!!! Say hi to Del! But please call him "Dellie" ! He's an exchange student who joined NRC a bit late and out of the blue, but his friendly demeanor made him quickly fit in with the rest as if he was there from the start.

Dellie is a young dolphin merfolk who's fairly tall and athletic, usually towering over most of his peers. But his multicolored hair with the resemblance of harlequin ice cream and cute aesthetic make him appear more friendly and easier to approach for others. He is often seen with stickers on his face which change everyday depending on what he's wearing, they are said to help distract others from looking at his sharp toothy grin. Bows are also a big part of his wear, any ribbon or tie he has will be turned into a cute bow with pins attached. The bow on his tail has a bell, it not only makes it cuter but it also helps to know when Dellie is nearby, since his footsteps are very silent and it risks the chances of someone getting jumpscared by him if it weren't for the bell. 🎀 His mostro lounge wear is practically the same as Jade and Floyds, besides the fact he wears roller-skates with colors to match the uniform. The roller-skates help him go from table to table quickly and bring orders to customers faster, but they mainly help attract more customers. Because everyone loves watching a dolphin do tricks, even if it's something simple as a little twirl 💜

Personality 🎀✨

Dellie is very social and kind hearted, he goes out of his way to befriend and help others around him without any intention of expecting something in return. He does favours and errands for others so often it's impressive how he gets anything done for himself. He especially likes to help those who he "looks up to", one example being Azul. Who at first didn't like his offers to help but quickly adapted to them after realising Dellie has no intention of wanting anything from him, he just likes being told what to do and told good job for it. This as well made him become a perfect teachers pet, they can count on him by doing tasks that most students usually can't, since he isn't only kind, but also very intelligent. He has even helped tutored some students before who struggled with assignments or classes, Kalim, Deuce and Ace being a few of them (and recurring ones). Dellie also seems to have a soft heart, not enjoying being yelled at or being confronted about anything because it will quickly drive him to tears, it makes everyone around him feel like they just witnessed a puppy being kicked. This has only happened once and never again, it made the person doing the yelling/confronting feel like they were bullying the exchange student who already felt left out because he joined later than others, there were even glares directed towards the guy for this (said person apologised profusely to Dellie for making him cry, and he forgave them since he knew they didn't mean to).

But surprisingly, Dellie can get protective if the yelling is directed towards a friend, or someone like Azul. dropping everything he's doing to get between the friend and the other person, almost as he's protecting them from harm. Making Dellie not only a friend you can count on, but also a guard dog who will protect you from bullies.

At least, that's what Dellie wants you to think.

In reality, Dellie is a typical spoiled, mean, and selfish rich kid. Everything he does is because it makes HIM look good, his friendly, bubbly personality and cutesy appearance is just a mere facade he puts on around others. His kind words and gestures are only meant to make people want him to be around them and ask him for help, knowing he will help if no one else can. Dellie does not care about most people he helps, he willingly only sticks around certain people if they peaked his interest or if they're fun to torment.

Despite the fact Dellie has defended Azul and others from people who would be considered bullies MULTIPLE times, Dellie is in fact secretly a bully himself. He specifically acts like the leader of what you'd typically see in shows when a group of bullies appears (which means he's probably the worse person you'll ever meet). But he specifically picks out victims who he believes are fun to pick on, people like Azul, Riddle or Idia, etc are surprisingly NOT one of them, in fact they are the ones he defends from others. Sadly, the unfortunate soul who did end up being Dellie's unlucky victim is Floyd. Dellie found Floyd's mood swings and short tempers funny, hilarious even. Since the first few days he has been in NRC and made friends with everyone, not long after he has made his personal goal to make Floyd's life hell. Only singling him out when no one is looking, but also treating him with the same kindness he gives to Azul and Jade when they're around as if it is to mock him. Even making sure to play the victim card when Floyd gets fed up with him but someone ends up entering the room when it happens, and usually this makes Floyd end up being the one to apologise because Dellie would NEVER do whatever Floyd told them. Even if it was true, Dellie's crocodile tears and puppy dog eyes make Floyd look like he was doing the bullying instead of the other way around.

In conclusion, Dellie's sweet and soft persona is all an act which only Floyd can see through it. And knowing this, Dellie makes sure to go out his way to ruin Floyd's mood, no matter what the choices he makes are, he will do them while wearing a warm smile on his face, facing towards everyone who's blissfully unaware of what an actual bastard he is.

Signature spell ✨

"Aww c'mon cheer up a little~ Toss Around!" Dellie's signature spell makes him able to summon 3 dolphins around the opponent, when the opponent strikes to attack with a spell, one of the dolphins will instead catch it and start playing ball with the other dolphins over the opponent's head. This serves as a distraction (making the opponent think one of the dolphins will eventually hit them with their own spell) as Dellie quickly charges up his own spell and then strikes the opponent directly while they were not looking. Dellie's spell is either weaker or stronger depending on location, if Dellie uses his spell in a more drier location, his final blow will be weaker and the dolphins would be playing slower which gives the opponent a chance to dodge Dellie's attack. But in an area with more moisture, the dolphins will play faster, and Dellie's attack will be stronger and possibly knock you down for a bit. Oh and to add salt to the wound, the dolphins would laugh at you after you fall down before they vanish. If you want a description on how this would feel, imagine 3 guys take your pencil case and start playing hot potato with it. And while you're distracted trying to get your pencil case back a secret 4th dude fucking hits you with a volleyball full force for shits and giggles.

Other notes 🌸

After moving to land, Dellie has took an interest in stickers, collecting them for fun and even putting them on his own face. Dellie sometimes even puts stickers on others as a sign of friendship, he has put A LOT of stickers on Floyd before, purely, out of spite.

Dellie can sometimes accidentally come off as flirty when being nice, surprisingly he doesn't do this on purpose and actually gets shocked if anyone confesses to him because of it (there were a few who have confessed, but Dellie has rejected all of them and doesn't plan on accepting any as it seems).

Dellie often gets babied by others because of his "kind heart and friendly demeanor", some students even avoid saying curse words around him and get scolded by other students when they do. Dellie finds this so humiliating but takes advantage of it when playing victim because people end up defending him when he's in trouble.

Dellie's exam papers all have cute doodles on them, his professors told him to stop at first but eventually just let him do what he wants as long as he finished his exams on time.

Dellie's hair might actually be dyed, but he rejects and avoids any questions about it since you never even see his roots.

Dellie enjoys music and dancing, it's why he joined the pop music club. He sometimes gets invited by Kalim to come and dance with him and Jamil.

Vil doesn't like Dellie because he reminds them of Neige, though they tolerate him enough to let him help with whatever task he's needed for.

Dellie's favourite food is inconsistent, sometimes it's waffles, sometimes it's cake, other times it's pasta or pizza. People just assumes he can't choose a favourite and therefore has many instead of one.

It's unknown to why Dellie switched schools and joined NRC, only thing Dellie says about it is that he just didn't "fit in" with his old school before he completely changes the topic. Though there is a theory Dellie got into NRC because his dad payed a lottt of money for him to get in.

Dellie is genderfluid, and his sexuality is bisexual with a lean for guys! (<- he hasn't discovered this yet about himself, but at least we're aware)

He has his own playlist! :)

OKAYY THATS ABOUT IT FOR DELLIE, he's a complete asshole so I hope you guys hate him or not, feel free to hit him with a basketball directly in the head cause he deserves it <3 Bonus doodles <3

Live laugh kick Dellie down before he kicks you

[imreallyonthishellsite]

Yall know the posts that are like "you can usually tell who little sister is bc she'll be the taller one", lets test that theory

if you need an example, my sister is older than me by 3 years and I'm taller by a few inches

Edit: 1) sorry to all the middle children out there!! I didn't mean to forget yall on purpose it slipped my mind when I made this poll, take a cookie as an apology 🍪🍪🍪. Just choose whatever option fits best and explain in the tags if you feel like it.

2) the formatting of the polls are like that bc it was late asl when I made this poll and it made sense to me at the time, so sorry again if yall have trouble understanding the poll

[blondeaxolotl-twstocs]

Like to add more to this ramble. Besides being annoyed that people often don't believe Murray is the mother of Floyd and Jade, what really pisses her off is when people assume she doesn't know how to cook

Like she's actually a very good cook, usually being the one who does the cooking for her family and friends. So telling her you assumed she didn't know how to cook just ticks her off for the whole day, but if you were REALLY wanting to piss her off, telling her that her food is crap will offend her enough to where she purposely puts an improperly prepared pufferfish in your dish that doesn't even have pufferfish to begin (and pray the hospital isn't too far away)

The main reason Murray reacts like this is because she was raised by a single parental figure who often worked long hours, so she was taught to cook and prepare food for herself while she was home alone. Meaning in Murray's eyes, you aren't just insulting her cooking, you're insulting her PARENTS cooking, shame on you tsk tsk

I love bullying my own ocs, it's so funny, I love that I made it so everyone who interacts with Murray for the first time doesn't believe her when she says she's Floyd and Jade's mother at first

And the only reason for that being is because "you don't look or act like a mother" and it drives her insane like "how the fuck am i supposed to act???", and those small chances of people who do believe her, they go "Oh! Are you their father?" LIKE NO, I GAVE BIRTH TO THEM.

meanwhile Sirena on the other hand, everyone believes her when she says she's Floyd and Jade's mom, without a doubt. It's also why Sirena is usually the one who goes to their parent-teachers meeting too lmao

[maythedreadwolftakeyou]

Lucanis Dellamorte 💜🗡 he bewitched my heart and thus my hands--this is my biggest stained glass style embroidery piece yet! It's an 8inch hoop, and done primarily in silk thread, with a few sections of stain finish, metallic, and cotton threads. I did hand-dye or overdye some of these thread colors, though not as many as on previous pieces. It's hard to capture just how shiny these thread combinations are in person, but you can see it better in this video! Overall, I was able to get much more detailed and the finished product looking much smoother and glass-like than my 3.5inch mockeup I did in January as a color test.

I also tried something new, which was adding a tiny bit of fuscia watercolor to the center of the light colored dots/eyes in the background. I wanted to mimic the concentric circles of the original tarot art, which isn't possible with just dither shading for this satin stitch approach. Using watercolors to dye the threads after they've been stitched let me create that illusion more accurately (though hovering paint above the finished piece was indeed anxiety inducing). The effect is subtle, but I do think adds to the overall piece, even if no one but me will notice.

I hope you enjoy looking at it! You can see more of my work in my "finished embroidery" tag, and my additional WIPs/process thoughts tagged as "my embroidery". I also sell my embroidery pattern templates on kofi and etsy, and am currently open for commissions as well :)

[mblue-art]

someone is having thoughts (he's trying sooo hard to be nonchalant and chill)

[thecloudsaremyhome]

Could you pretty please do a part four of "If Reader committed suicide" and include Selina, Clark, Harley Quinn and Ra!!

(Totally okay if not)

Have a good day/night

You ask and I shall receive enjoy!

Selina: Selina was apart of Bruce’s many relationships he has had over the years the only difference is that she has been with him the longest. Their relationship has been complicated throughout the years but that doesn’t mean she still doesn’t love him. She cares she really does. But she never got to know any of his adopted children sure dick and Damian but that’s it. So she didn’t know of your existence until well your death. She’s heard of your mother before yes but that’s it. She barely knew you. So why why does she feel this intense motherly protection while staring at your dead body lying on the floor. Why does she grieve like Bruce. Who is just as broken. She never wished for children she was fond of them yes but she hasn’t thought of having her own. But looking at you, looking at your lifeless form. She wishes she did have a child. She wished you were her child so she could’ve prevented this from happening. From you succumbing under the darkness. But Selina doesn’t give up, she’s not the type to. So she will help Bruce find a way to save your from the pips of death. And maybe you’ll see her as someone to look up to. Because she knows she will never be your real mother but she can atleast try to.

Clark: clark Yas a complicated relationship with Bruce as a whole they've never seen much of an eye to eye for their senses of justice but they are still able to work together as a team reluctantly. But behind Bruce's gold demeanor they both care for each other to an extent. Clarks worked with a multitude of Bruce's kids to know basic information about them but to clark your an annomoly to him. He had not once met you or have heard about you before not until well Bruce asks him for his help to bring you back to life. And that's when he's. Left surprised he thought Damian was his only bio child. So Clarks distraught on what Bruce has just informed him. But he doesn't take time to process it an immediately agrees to help his friend. That's when he also gets to learn more about you and your so called situation. To say he's pissed is an understatement. What you went through was absolutely horrible, he could never imagine such a young child going through. But that doesn't mean he won't stop helping Bruce no this fuels him to help Bruce even more. To bring you back, to make sure you get the love you need. And then take you for himself.

Harley Quinn: harley and Bruce gave a complicated relationship going from our enemies to accomplices to semi friends to enemies again, let's just say it's complicated. But she doesn't hold any true murder intentions against Bruce because he has helped her in the past, guided her in some way. So of course she's in debut to repay him. So when the big bay asks her for help on bringing you back she's a bjtshocked overall. She's fought some of Bruce's kids but she's never heard of you before. Not even in the underground. So it's strange to say the least. She never once heard of you. Well maybe she did once hear about Bruce's many flings but that was years ago! But when she gazes at your now dead body she can't help but feel a sense of dread in her gut. This Isanti right and she know it but she does own big B for saving her and now she can't really back down can she? Maybe if they could bring you back maybe she could help you escape.

Authors note: I hole this is good I don't know much abouts Ra's lore to properly write him but once I do I'll make sure to add him! Thank you for the request! I'm sorry if the ending was rushed!

[wolfmaggot]

I think "you can block people you dont like/agree with" and "you can still interact with people who have opinions or like things you dont agree with without dogpiling them" can coexist actually!

-💜🎈cat

[monstermonger]

hey folks! so after a long hiatus from instagram, i’m gonna try to get back to being active there … if you’re there too and would like to follow, there’s my account! thank you 💜

[frownyalfred]

so everyone knew I was gonna end up writing this fic and just let me pretend for a whole week that someone else would? 😅🤣

[blondeaxolotl-twstocs]

Lil baby worm Floyd was so lucky Dellie was taught to "gentle hold" by his mama cause you know damn well Del had that baby death grip that could kill before

[hmsdoodlin]

I absolutely adore how Heart portrays himself throughout the album.

Despite Minds 3 song tangent about how incapable and batshit insane Heart is, Heart is incredibly well put together and ‘calm’ during his half of the album.

Compared to Minds harsh words and loud background music he portrays himself in a very emotional, sympathetic light. Sure he spirals, like at the end of Good Day and in the middle of THA, but for the most part he’s coherent and reasonable. He’s a master at getting the audience onto his side because his tone is so much more ‘peaceful’ than Minds strong no sugar coating attitude. THA isn’t acoustic, but it might as well be compared to Minds.

We don’t get to see the ‘bad’ Heart until Soul shows up, where he throws all of his past tactics out the window and immediately matches Minds energy. It’s so fascinating. Yes he keeps his more emotional approach, but gets more and more aggressive throughout TSE and The Bidding.

Mind goes on and on about Hearts violence, something he himself has admitted to, but we only get to really see it twice. Once in ROE where it’s referenced in past tense/from a 3rd party pov, and in The Bidding when he calls Mind a piece of shit.

Heart is trying his absolute hardest to sugarcoat his flaws in front of the audience. And if Mind is to be believed, Heart has a LOT of untapped aggressive potential we have yet to see because he won’t allow it.

Idk I just think how he carries himself is very interesting. You can see him as manipulative, reactive, the victim, really anything you want because of how he sings and messes with your understanding of the situation.

[gravedangerahead]

What is this show/movie with the gorgeous woman and the sad faces handsome priest and can I watch it anywhere with English subtitles

It's Hilda Hurricane/Hilda Furacão!

I just finished it, it's amazing, I highly recommend it! 🥰

You can watch all 32 episodes of the mini series subtitled here:

I hope you enjoy it!

Let me know if you watch it!!!

[mblue-art]

silly thing ft. mafia/mob au skelesona & lust!sans

[ pls do not repost . reblogs are ok ]

images under the cut !

last pic is an alt since i didn't wanna post the vid on xtwt

[spr1ngpvrinbwunnie]

WARNING: This post may be edited and some opinions/perspectives may be changed because this thing has been sitting in my draft for a long time, and now my ass finally decided to post it. This is just a silly post about William x reader and something more than that.

William might have abandoned that perfect businessman persona, but it doesn't mean he's completely erased it from his mind. It lingers—like a ghost, a fragment of something that was never real to begin with, yet somehow feels more real than the hollow existence he now leads.

Sometimes William—whether consciously or unconsciously—misses the person he used to be, or at least the image of who he once was.

Or worse, the image of who he pretended to be.

Because that version of himself—the brilliant, ambitious businessman, the man who could captivate an entire room with his presence—was a carefully curated illusion.

A mask. One he wore so well that sometimes even he believed in it. And now? Now it’s nothing more than a distant memory. A ghost lingering at the edges of his mind.

And sometimes, when he's lost in thought—when exhaustion pulls him under in the quiet hours of the night, when his mind drifts without his permission—he sees that version of himself again.

A vague reflection.

A shadow of his former self, still standing tall in the back of his mind.

That charming, theatrical, brilliant man. The one who could command a room with a well-placed smile, who spoke in carefully measured words, whose presence alone was magnetic.

And the worst part? That version of him laughs.

Standing in the shadows. Smiling. Mocking.

"Look at you now." "What a disappointment." "You used to be something, to have ambition, didn’t you? Used to build something... an empire. Used to inspire fear, respected and admiration all the same. But now? Just some bitter, washed-up man playing pretend in the filth."

William doesn’t reply. He doesn’t try to fight it. Because the voice in his head isn’t wrong.

Maybe sometimes—just for a fleeting second—he misses that man. Misses the power. Misses the control. Misses the thrill of being at the top, of playing a game where everyone else was just a pawn on his board.

That version of himself, that mask he once wore so well. Maybe there’s an ache, an echo of what it felt like to be on top before everything came crumbling down. But he doesn’t let himself dwell.

But then he reminds himself—it was never real.

Because he knows, deep down, that man never really existed in the first place.

That version of him, it never truly existed. It was just another lie, another role he played. And now, stripped of everything, he no longer has the energy to pretend.

So he tells himself it doesn’t matter.

And yet, in the quiet, when no one is around to see—he still hears the laughter of a man he no longer is.

HEARR ME OUT AGAIN... I think he still has that annoying smirk like his old self but looks more tired, as quoted in the novel The Silver Eyes "...the man in the picture was sallow and thin, his expression unpleasant, as if he had forgotten how to smile. He looked like a poor facsimile of himself. Or maybe, Clay thought, he looked like he had dropped his disguise."

That smirk—the one that used to be so sharp, so effortless, so full of controlled confidence— it's still there. But it’s different now.

Once, it was a carefully crafted tool, a practiced expression meant to intimidate, charm, or unsettle. It was never just a smirk—it was a weapon.

Now?

Now, it's tired. It lingers for a second too long, like muscle memory rather than intent. It doesn’t quite reach his eyes anymore, doesn’t carry the same weight it once did.

It’s the ghost of what it used to be.

And those silver eyes of his? Once, they were piercing—calculating, watching everything, always five steps ahead. Now, they look... hollow.

Not empty, but worn. Like the shine has dulled, like the years have finally caught up to him, like the man he once was is still standing there but draped in something much heavier.

And maybe—just maybe—Clay was right.

Maybe this is the real him.

Or maybe this is just what’s left.

The worst part isn’t just that it was a mask—it’s that it was a mask he desperately wanted to make real. (is the core of what makes William so gut-wrenching as a character. Because he’s not just someone who fooled others—he tried to fool himself. And failed.)

At some point, William truly wanted to become that man. The ambitious businessman. The genius innovator. The one who built something lasting, something greater than himself. He had a vision, a goal, and he pushed everything—everyone—aside in his relentless pursuit of it.

But the downfall? That was inevitable.

All the power, all the control, all the success—it was all built on a crumbling foundation. A house of cards, stacked too high, too fragile to last. And when it finally came crashing down, so did he.

Now, as Dave Miller, he’s free.

No expectations. No burdens. No empire to maintain, no legacy to uphold. He’s just a washed-up man in a dead-end job, a ghost living under a borrowed name.

And yet—this freedom is its own prison.

Because “Dave Miller” isn’t real either. He’s just another escape. Another way to avoid facing the wreckage of what he’s done, what he’s lost, what he’s become.

It’s pathetic. He knows it’s pathetic. He’s no longer powerful, no longer feared, no longer the man he once aspired to be.

And worst of all?

Deep down, some part of him knows he’s still running.

And oh, he absolutely does slip into that old persona sometimes.

It's rare, but there are moments when the old William Afton—the smooth, theatrical, charming bastard—peeks through Dave Miller’s tired, deadpan exterior. He doesn’t do it intentionally; it just happens. Maybe it’s instinct, maybe it’s habit, maybe it’s something deeper—something that never really left him.

If you hit him with a question that’s too personal—something about his past, something that makes him uncomfortable—his first instinct is to cover it up. And what better way to do that than slipping back into that perfectly rehearsed mask of old William Afton?

"Oh, darling, you wound me. Here I thought we were just two souls passing through this dreadful existence together, and now you’re prying into my tragic backstory?”

It’s all flourish, exaggerated theatrics meant to make you roll your eyes and move on. But the way he delivers it? It’s too smooth, too natural. That’s not Dave Miller talking. That’s someone else entirely.

And if you don’t let it slide? If you press him on it?

The act drops immediately. His expression hardens, his voice flattens, and suddenly, it’s Dave again.

"Tch. Forget it."

Dave always has a sharp tongue, but when he’s in a particularly good (or mischievous) mood, he gets theatrical. He leans into it, slipping into that old, showman-like charisma without even realizing it.

"Oh, come now, love, surely you don’t expect me to do actual work today? Have a heart—what would the world do without my undeniable charm to brighten this miserable place?”

Or if he’s winning an argument with you? Oh, he gets cocky.

"You see, my dear, this is why I’m the brains of our little operation. But don’t worry—I’ll allow you to bask in my brilliance from time to time.”

There’s a twinkle in his eye, something smug yet genuinely amused, as if, for a moment, he forgets himself. And when he realizes what he’s doing? He shuts it down immediately. A scoff, a roll of his eyes, a grumbled, “Yeah, whatever.” But for a second? He was someone else.

It’s one of those late shifts. The kind where everything is quiet, the two of you stuck in some mundane task—maybe fixing something, maybe just sitting around waiting for the night to end.

And then, somehow, you make him laugh.

Not a scoff, not a sarcastic chuckle—a real laugh.

And just for a moment—just for a second—he leans back, throws his hands up, and becomes that man again.

"Ah, see? That’s why I keep you around. Well, that and I do so enjoy our little chats—your company is just so... riveting.”

The ease, the smoothness, the dramatic tilt of his voice—it all slips back into place so effortlessly. Too effortlessly.

And then he catches himself. His expression stiffens, his smirk fades, and just like that, Dave Miller is back.

"Forget I said anything."

Old William Afton was a man who could control a room, who could make people listen, who could intimidate without ever raising his voice. And when Dave gets truly, truly angry? That version of him resurfaces in full force.

Gone is the sluggish, indifferent demeanor. Suddenly, his words are sharp. Cold. Precise. His voice carries weight—real weight, like he’s used to being listened to.

"You really don’t want to test me right now."

The way he carries himself changes, too. He doesn’t slump, doesn’t drag his feet—he stands taller, shoulders squared, like he’s reclaiming some part of himself he thought was long gone.

And then, once the anger fades, he hates it. Because it reminds him of who he used to be—who he tried so hard to bury.

And if you notice? If you point out that something about him felt different in that moment?

He just mutters, “Drop it.”

Maybe moment when he lets his guard down (and doesn’t realize it until it’s too late)..There are nights when the weight of everything—the past, the present, the suffocating monotony of what his life has become—settles too heavily on his shoulders.

And those are the nights when, without thinking, he slips back into old habits.

Maybe it’s the way he talks to you—smoother, more confident. Maybe it’s the way he gestures—more expressive, more like the man he once pretended to be. Maybe it’s the way his voice softens—less snide, less bitter, almost... wistful.

And then, suddenly, he realizes.

Realizes he’s talking too much. Being too open. Sounding too much like him.

And just like that—the walls go back up.

"Never mind. Forget it."

And that’s the thing about Dave Miller.

No matter how much he tries to kill the ghost of who he was, sometimes, that ghost refuses to stay buried.

It's funny and ironic, he doesn’t need to "try" to be William Afton. He just is. After all

No matter how much he slouches, how much he tries to act detached, how much he plays up the tired, cynical employee act—that theatrical flair, that controlled charisma, that sharp intelligence—it never really leaves him. It’s in the way he smirks like he’s always one step ahead. The way he speaks—dry, sardonic, but always with a deliberate choice of words. The way his eyes hold something knowing, something calculating, even when he looks bored out of his mind.

He’s not "pretending" to be Dave Miller. He’s hiding as Dave Miller.

And the funniest part? Even when he stops trying so hard to be someone else, he’s still very much William Afton underneath.

As I mentioned earlier in the section above, the voices, the memories, the thoughts in his head that he has to go through, avoid, or confront...

But what if that voice didn’t just mock him about his downfall?

What if, one day, as he's lost in thought—staring blankly at his reflection, slumped at his usual spot—the voice sneers at something else entirely?

"You care too much." "Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic." "Tell me, William—what exactly do you think you’re doing? You were never meant to care. They should have been nothing more than a means to an end. A pawn. A tool. And yet, here you are, fretting over them like some softhearted fool. It's almost... adorable. Almost."

He doesn’t answer. Because he doesn’t need to.

Because, deep down, he knows.

Knows that you were never supposed to mean anything. That you were supposed to be just another disposable person in his life, someone he could manipulate if needed, someone he should’ve discarded the moment you got too close.

And yet—you’re still here.

And worse? He lets you be.

Why?

Is it just convenience? No, it can't be that simple. Something keeps him from pushing you away. Something in the way you challenge him, in the way you aren't afraid to push back, in the way you aren’t fooled by the mask—but still stay anyway.

And isn’t that the most dangerous thing of all?

Because if there’s one rule William Afton has always lived by, one truth that even his ghosts can’t deny—

Attachment is a weakness.

And yet, somehow, you’ve become an exception.

Perhaps, one day, one day... One day he will have to choose between two paths: Staying with you, letting go of the past, everything he has tried to build, and becoming a "new" person who is no longer "William Afton"...The second is to return to the "old path": the bitterness, suffering, jealousy, and lingering hatred trapped in a loop, continuing the path he aspires to become the "thing" he desires.

This is the kind of choice that William Afto—no, Dave Miller—would never want to confront. But eventually, he will. And when he does?

He will hesitate.

For the first time in a long, long time, he will hesitate. Because the two paths before him are not just choices—they are condemnations. No matter which one he picks, he loses something.

The First Path: Staying With You, Letting Go of William Afton

To stay with you would mean to let go.

Not just of his past, but of everything he has built. The schemes, the power, the carefully constructed empire of control and manipulation. It would mean giving up William Afton entirely—becoming something else. Someone else. No longer the man he has always been, but a man who is simply… lost.

And that terrifies him.

Because if he strips away the ambition, the vengeance, the carefully cultivated identity… what is left?

Would you still want him if he was just a man and not a monster? Would he even know how to be a person, rather than a shadow of what once was? Could he live with the weight of everything he’s done if he stopped running from it?

Could he forgive himself?

Would you forgive him?

…And worse: Would he even deserve it?

The Second Path: Returning to His Old Ways

To go back means safety. Not peace, but familiarity.

He knows how to be William Afton. He knows how to be cruel, cunning, relentless. It’s easier to keep chasing ghosts, to sink into that obsession, to let himself drown in the bitterness of what he lost and what he still craves. Hate and agony is a fire that keeps him warm, after all.

But if he walks that road again, he knows he’ll lose you.

And that thought stings more than it should.

Because you are the one thing in this world that has genuinely, truly seen him—and somehow, despite everything, despite knowing who he is (or at least, the pieces he’s let you see)… you are still here.

And if he lets you go, if he throws you away like he’s thrown everything else away, if he kills that last ember of something real—

Then maybe even he won’t be able to recognize himself anymore.

So What Would He Do?

William Afton is a man of patterns. Cycles. Loops.

But Dave Miller? Dave Miller is tired.

There’s a part of him—a very small part, buried deep beneath all the cynicism, the exhaustion, the self-destruction—that wants to believe he could stay. That he could carve out something different for himself, that maybe, just maybe, there’s still a way out.

But does he believe in that enough?

Or will he take the easier road?

The choice is his.

And for the first time in a long time—

He doesn’t know what he’ll do.

The idea of him building that empire, that persona, that legacy... just to prove to himself he mattered—and it still not being enough? That’s brutal. He could’ve been brilliant, could’ve had something real, but he was always reaching with blood-stained hands, convinced that the world owed him greatness because of his pain and not in spite of it.

And then comes Dave Miller. A name that carries no weight. No expectations, no past. Just a man—tired, bitter, empty.

But even that isn't salvation, right? It’s a purgatory. He’s not free. He’s just hiding.

He can't be William Afton again—not without everything crumbling again—but he can't be Dave either, because Dave is nothing. Just a hollow echo of a man trying to forget he's drowning.

And maybe that's what hits the hardest:

That even in his quietest moments, when you see him with his smirk softened by exhaustion, with his eyes dulled—not sharp, but ash—you realize:

He never really stopped believing he should've been more.

That the world robbed him. That Henry robbed him. That you, maybe, are all that’s left—and part of him resents you for seeing what he’s become.

But another part?

The part that smirks in the dark and listens when you show concern, even if you pretend not to like him?

That part’s starving for connection.

For absolution.

For someone to say: “I see you, and you’re still here.”

It’s not redemption. Not quite. But it’s real.

And god, that scares him more than anything.

Art credit: @ explosivepearl on Twt/Tumblr/Ins (I don't know, but I like William des in that artist's art style. The devil in me says it's canon, and yes, I believe it!)

No shit, I write a long essay like this is just because of a fanart that keeps lingering in my mind and gives me a thought, I like "digging up" the characteristics of this character, the Novel William Afton ver will always be my favorite ESPECIALLY TSE ONE idc what yall say, its fucking peak asf 💖💖💖 and damn it's really interesting when I can explore and interpret him as if I'm using a microscope, looking into what his brain is like....

William/Dave has something more than that, though his presence is scarce, what he leaves behind, his monologues, thoughts, and actions, are enough to significantly impact the story later on.

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once again, i bestow upon you: ✨him✨

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this was kalim's idea