#Kid just doesn't care about his image anymore when it comes to Killer

[vergina-spva]

I live for Kid being a big bad pirate, except for when it comes to Killer. Then he’s a big softie ❤

[kurain-genealogy]

i said i was gonna post about it and i am. i don't think william afton hates his kids. i don't think william afton is a mad scientist that kidnapped and put children in hallucinogenic gas chambers. whatever the fuck dittophobia said about afton doing all that, plus not stopping/furthering the bullying between michael and cc, is just dumb & wrong. william wanting his kids to fight, even die, is comically evil in the "bad writing" way. him being characterized as someone who experiments on children (including his own with no regard for their lives) in order to achieve immortality or whatever his supposed motivation is, is just really... nothing? as a character there is nothing to make him feel real. in an attempt to flesh out this character, they made him into a cartoon villain with "evil" being his only defining trait. whatever, i could talk for so long about how dumb i think all the dittophobia stuff is but i think most ppl on tumblr are on the same page regarding that.

to me, william afton is best characterized as someone who, at the Very Least, Doesn't Want His Own Children To Die. he can be a shitty father all around, or he can be a genuine loving father who is also a serial killer, as long as he Cares if they Die? most of what makes william afton an interesting villain, and where a lot of people interpret his motivation comes from, is how despite all his best efforts, he cannot prevent the death or downfall of his own family. he is in a tragedy of his own making, a self-imposed hell crafted by his hubris and violence. if you take this away, why should i care what happens to him? william afton was scariest when he was just purple guy and we knew nothing. william afton is most interesting when we have all these relationships and dynamics where we can seriously study and speculate the circumstances behind/around his actions, when he has something to lose (and will lose). william afton is most stale when more things are added to his story without purpose, filling in gaps that were better unfilled or we didn't even know were there – anything after UCN, basically. bro isn't scary anymore because he's either peepaw afton who's brought back despite his story being over, or he's cartoon network's newest over-the-top villian that you can't take seriously.

okay anyway. ANYWAY. william doesn't hate his kids. even if he's a shitty father, i think he still loves his kids. why else would he try and scare his kids away from the robots if he didn't want them to die? why would he design circus baby after his daughter if he didn't care for her, adore her, even? if you believe the theory that he talked to cc through the fredbear plush (idr if that's actually canon), why would he be trying to protect/comfort him?

i don't think he's a perfect, or even a good father, by any means. if you interpret him to be on the better side, that's great and fine. i'd love to hear how other people interpret/characterize afton if you wanna share! continuing on for this post, i'm going to lay out how i personally see william afton.

to me, he is someone who is very concerned and preoccupied with his image and how others view him & his family. even if he's super shitty and awful towards his kids, he at least cares that they all look good as a family unit, that they're well behaved, that he can send family portrait holiday cards to all his business partners and investors.

he strikes me very much as the typical authoritarian parent of the 80s. harsher on his sons because "men don't cry," wants his kids to say "yes, sir," and "no, sir," believes in "tough love," often says "my house, my rules," he has the final say in everything, maybe thinks hitting them from time to time is a normal, necessary punishment. not all entirely malicious, but thinks he's doing what's best, what's right, acting like a parent and father Should act, perhaps how he himself was raised. unfortunately, a very common parental mindset (even outside of serial killers). maybe he was a little scarier sometimes though, a little more unhinged or violently angry. who's to say.

but he's still just a guy who could exist in real life. he still eats dinner with his family every night, hangs his kids' drawings on the fridge, had to turn the car around because they wouldn't stop fighting in the backseat, attended awkward parent-teacher conferences, everything. he was once a new father who happily came home with his first newborn, lost countless nights of sleep over the course of two more, loves them because they're his.

meticulously and senselessly killed children, then came home and tucked his own into bed and kissed them goodnight.

he can be abusive and still love his kids. he can be a murderer and still care for his own kids' lives. maybe the loss of his own kids is what triggered his actions, or maybe it was something else. i'm fine with not knowing because we don't need to know everything, and it's more interesting when we don't.

Something Is Seriously Wrong With This Guy And We Don't Know What or Why. when acquaintances find out he's a suspected murderer, it should be shocking and upsetting. he's such a great man and father, he wouldn't murder those kids! when michael discovers his father's crimes, he should be in denial. sure, he could be scary sometimes, but he wouldn't kill anyone... right? there's a great cognitive dissonance between who he appears to be and who he actually is.

whether william descended into grief-induced madness and obsession, or was just always some kind of freak, or both, i don't think he saw his own family as disposable. even if he didn't truly love them, he at least needed to keep up his own facade as a friendly family man. personally i like to see him as someone who was a shitty father but still loved his kids, because people like that exist, and it makes him a much more interesting, realistic, and nuanced character than if he just didn't care about them At All.

[jacoboh]

. . . dependent original character for nightrestrp : JACOB OH \

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[ song kang, cis man, he/him ] - was that JACOB OH i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the TWENTY-NINE year old who has been in nightrest for THEIR ENTIRE LIFE and works as a/an MATH TEACHER has a reputation of being GENTLE, but also WITHDRAWN. they reside in ASHMORE & people in town usually associate them with A BOOKSHELF FILLED WITH TEXTBOOKS, KIND EYES AND A SMILE TO MATCH, & NEUTRAL COLORED CLOTHING . let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next.

BASIC INFORMATION:

FULL NAME: Jacob Seo-Joon Oh

NICKNAMES: Jake

DATE OF BIRTH: March 1st, 1994 (29)

ETHNICITY: Korean

FACE CLAIM: Song Kang

HAIR & EYE COLOR: Dark Brown

HEIGHT: 6’2"

TATTOOS & PIERCINGS: multiple tattoos

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: unlabeled

OCCUPATION: math teacher

LANGUAGES SPOKEN: english, italian, korean

BACKGROUND:

Born into a wealthy family who resides in Stoughton Estates. His parents own a large tech company with headquarters in the US and Korea. His parents were alright, certainly not the most attentive towards him but Jacob grew up having a fairly normal life. He was mainly raised by a lot of nannies and maids, because of his parents profession. His father worked a lot and his mother probably cared a bit too much about their families image, always the type to go off to brunches and dinners every day.

Was a bit quiet and shy growing up, was very into his studies as a kid, and was never the kind to cause trouble. Extremely intelligent, Jacob excelled in subjects like math and science as a young child, at the top of his class throughout school. While he was more studious, he also played football starting from middle school all the way until graduation, definitely the athletic type. Though he was known as popular and charming, he never had any girlfriends or flings, making excuses that he was too busy or focused on his grades. He'd even go on a few blind dates, or be asked out by girls, but he'd turn everyone down and cut his dates short. It wasn't that he wasn't interested in them, it was just he felt like it wasn't something he particularly wanted, football and grades a higher priority.

Top of his class and considered a star student at Wardell Academy, he went to Harvard after high school, getting in on early acceptance and also the starting quarterback for the football team during his undergraduate years. He'd grow out of his shell more during his time away, going to parties and even a few dates, though he still would never have a girlfriend after years away. Though he had a spot in his family's company waiting for him, he chose not to join the company, instead wanting to become a teacher, getting his bachelor's in mathematics, and his master's in business before moving back home and getting a place in Ashmore.

HEADCANONS

he's a virgin :/ not by choice it's just never happened but he's also not embarrassed about it (like i am) he's not a virgin anymore thank u kat

has probably gone on a bunch of dates, set up by friends or his parents even, but nothing ever sticks and he usually doesn't follow through with a second date

he does like to go out after work and drink, but isn't the type to get drunk and make dumb mistakes

has a few tattoos, all very artsy and things he gave a lot of thought

super smart, like super super smart. with books and school. otherwise, he's a little silly and dumb (especially when it comes to girls)

very much a rule-follower. probably because of his upbringing but he's just not the kind to rebel

with his family being wealthy he naturally has a trust fund, but he never talks about it despite it being obvious

he's a very gentle person, doesn't really raise his voice or get mad. maybe a bit naive, but does sort of see the good in most people, unless they're really awful

[voxmortuus]

May I request Hannibal x female reader in her 20s who is an singer and a painter that doesn't have a family anymore and she thinks she doesn't deserve Hannibal's love and she is scared of him abandoning her for someone better than her? She doesn't mind if he's a serial killer, but she can't eat with him (not because it's human meat but because she's been alone for long time and it's weird for her sharing a meal with someone). Plus she would like to kill someone (especially her dad who left her when she was a little girl and other people who have been rude to her). And she wants to go with him at night when he kills even waiting for him in the car, because she is worried that something can happen to him. Thank you 💕

PAIRING: Hannibal x Fem!Reader

UNIVERSE: Hannibal

WORDS: 1k

SUMMARY/PROMPT: See above <3

Trigger Warning(s): Abandonment Issues | Separation Issues | Blood | Talk of Murder and Death | Low self-worth | Implied Murder | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this…

NOTE: Sorry if this isn't what you expected, I'm hoping this finds you well love!

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Hiding in the back seat, you peered over the driver's seat, watching him come back to the car covered in blood. The thought in your mind was, I hope it's not his. Biting your lip, you go back to hiding before he got to the car and got in.

You hear him clear his throat after a few moments of closing the door. You close your eyes tightly and let out a shaky breath as quietly as you can.

"You should probably move to the front. This is the sixth time you've done this, Y/N."

Being called out, you let out a heavy breath and slide your way into the front, squeezing between Hannibal and the front seats. Sliding in, you let out a soft breath, slowly looking over at him- you give a slight smile.

"Why have you been sneaking?"

"Why did you wait until now?"

"Don't answer a question with a question. Why have you been sneaking?" His tone was stern yet caring.

"Is that your blood?"

"Some of it, but that wasn't your answer... why have you been sneaking."

"I just want to make sure you're safe." You finally spit out.

"I'm always safe." He tells you.

"And I don't want to be alone." You state.

He looks over at you and arches a brow, and simply nods. Letting out a soft breath, he turns on the car and starts to drive home. The ride was silent, quiet. By the time you get home, he walks upstairs and goes to take his shower.

You head to the kitchen and make yourself something small to eat and manage to eat it before he gets out of the shower. After you wash your dishes, dry them, and proceed to put them away, you make your way to the small room Hannibal had let you turn into your studio.

Taking out a new canvas, you start to sketch from memory. You listen carefully as Hannibal had come down the stairs and had stopped by.

"Would you like to attempt dinner with me?"

"Thank you, but I've already eaten. The kitchen is yours. I'll be in here." You give a small smile and continue on with your work.

Your mind races, your body tenses, you look over your shoulder, and you bite your lip. What have you done to deserve this man in your life? What have you done to keep him? You let out a soft breath and turn so you can keep him in sight; the room had a direct view of the kitchen. You let out a soft breath and keep sketching as you watch him work.

You often question yourself with him. You cross-examine your worth, you even inquisition your wants and needs, and yet here he is, on a silver platter handing himself to you. You have no idea what to do with it. Like someone gave you a mound of clay and told you to go wild.

You let out a soft breath while you're sketching on your canvas, and you began to hum a soft tune, one you had been working on. You feel these eyes on you. You look over and tilt your head softly and smile.

"Why are you watching me?"

"What are you thinking in that very moment?"

"Honestly?"

"Well, I would prefer if you didn't lie... so yes, honestly."

Taking in a deep breath, you put your pencil down and look at Hannibal, grabbing your guitar so you can fidget while you spill the truth. You had a feeling this was going to be a tough one to swallow for yourself; you grab a chair and take a seat, positioning your guitar, so it was easy for you to strum softly.

"Murder, I want to murder my father, for all the wrong he's done, for him abandoning me, for everything. I want to murder those who wrong me in any way or are rude to me in any way. I want them gone, dealt with, and I want to do it myself. I want to watch the life leave their eyes, and I want to hear that last gasp of air. I want to feel that knife pierce their skin, and I want to listen to them scream because I'm the one inflicting their pain like they have pained me."

Hannibal watches you as you pluck away at the strings, as you speak, your facial expressions, all of it, he's paying close attention. Tilting his head, he looked at you and let out a soft breath, and checked the time.

"Come with me." He stated. He pushed himself up from his chair and held a hand out.

You look at him inquisitively and slowly reach out to take his hand. Standing up, you look over his face, and he smiles.

"Stop worrying, how about I take you somewhere... I've had a feeling this day was coming." He smiles and takes you to the car.

When you get in and buckle, he takes off in a direction unknown to you. You are looking around a little lost. Letting out a soft breath, he pulls the car in a location in which it would not be seen.

"Where are we?"

"Some place you're ready for... tell me, what would be your weapon of choice?"

"Piano wire and a knife."

"How about we start with piano wire and move up from there."

Getting out of the car, you follow him and look around. When he hands you the wire, you look up at him, and he points to a house. You look up at him and then start heading in the direction of the house. He trails behind you and gets you inside. You look up and see an image of the man, the man that abandoned you with a new family, new kids... new everything. You turn and look at Hannibal, and you hug him tightly before you wrap the wire around your hands and found your way upstairs.

"You won't abandon anyone else anymore, you bastard." You mutter to yourself as you climb the stairs.

[slashscowboyboots]

The Stars Are a Part of Us: Different Speeds (Part 4)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Tag list @izzysdenimjacket ​ @warrendemachokeme @awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands ​ @smokeandmirrorz ​ @sodalitefully ​ @roger-taylors-car ​ @lost-in-the-80s @whisperess33 ​ @shawolat ​ ​@80snikki @rumoured-whispers

Warnings: Underage sex, drug use, drinking, implied violence.  18+ ONLY

Notes: Track #2 is by the sadly underrated Cowboy Junkies.  It was released in '93, and I wondered if I should include in a fic set in 1987, but then I realized this is fiction and there's no rules!   Yayyy!  It's such a killer song I had to add it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ajtnaiLaJNQ

Checkout was at the ungodly hour of 11, and of course none of the band was anywhere to be found, just Karen perched on a chair in the lobby, still reading her book.  Love’s Surrender was the title of it, and Izzy snorted through his nose.  Surrendering was probably the last thing this uptight broad ever did.

“Fun night?” she asked, her eyes not leaving her page.

He shrugged.  “‘S’all right.”

She lowered her book.  “Heard you met Kasey.”

Izzy blinked.  “Uh, um, yeah.”

She rolled her eyes, exasperation pulling down her mouth.  “Oh, of course you don’t know her name,” she snapped.

“She didn’t know mine either,” he retorted.  “She thought I was Axl.”

Karen sighed.  “She blew him too.”

“Huh.  I thought he was with Velvet.”

Her eyes met his.  “Velvet insisted on it.”

Izzy furrowed his eyebrows.

“Hazing ritual.  She made Kasey suck him off in front of everyone, then he announced that Velvet was better at it.  Velvet always does the local talent dirty.”

Izzy closed his eyes.  “Fuck,” he breathed, “you bitches don’t take any prisoners.”

She gave him a hard look.  “You’re the wildest band in LA.  Did you expect angelic whores?”

Izzy frowned, then said, “You’re not just here because of us, are you?  You protect her from the other girls too.”

“No.   She’s everyone’s little sister, although I’d kill one of them for doing something to her.”  She narrowed her eyes at him again.  “I’m here because I think I need to be.  Cause if I didn’t, I’d be sitting this shindig out.  This is definitely my last rodeo.”

“This is your third tour, isn’t it?  You were with Def Leppard too.”

Her eyes widened, and Izzy nearly licked his lips in glee.  “Steve is Steve Clark.  I found out some dirt about you,” he smirked.

“Choose your next words very carefully,” she said in a low voice.

“You were a groupie.  Were you running naked through the hallways too?”

She stiffened, eyes widening and her face going pale, and for a second Izzy thought she was going to slap his face.  “No, I was trying to keep him from killing himself, you fucking asshole,” she gritted, then slumped down.  “I thought a blow job would put you in a better mood.  Guess you’re just a dick 24/7.”

“Sissy!” Celestia cried, flopping down on Karen’s lap.  

“Hi, Sis.  You and your beau doing all right?”

“Yeah,” Celestia answered, centering herself on Karen’s legs.  She was taller than Karen, and was nearly crushing her.  “Did I tell you he has an anaconda?”

Karen made a face.  “Celestia, I don’t need to hear about that.”

Celestia giggled.  “No, he has a snake!  His name is Clyde.  He has some bearded dragons too.”

Karen shifted in her chair.  “That’s lovely, Sis.  Who’s taking care of them?”

Celestia hung onto Karen’s shoulders.  “Uh, he says someone named Yvonne.”

Karen took a deep breath.  “Is that his girlfriend?” she asked gently.

“His ex.”

“Uh huh.  And she still has custody of his pets?”

Celestia nodded.

“Then she’s not an ex.  An ex would’ve poisoned them.”

“You think he still has a girlfriend?” Celestia gasped.

Karen shot another look at Izzy.  “I think they all do.  Probably a few kids they don’t know about too.”

Celestia leaped off Karen’s lap.  “Omigosh!  Slaa-ash!  Do you have any kids?”

Slash took a sip from a styrofoam cup and pulled his top hat down over his eyes.  “I don’t think so,” he muttered, throwing an arm around Celestia.

Izzy shook his head.  “You have a really cynical view of the world, don’t you?”

Karen snorted.  “I’m never wrong.”

Izzy took a drag from a cigarette.  “Actually, you are.”

“Is he still seeing Yvonne?”

“Hell if I know.  But I don’t have a girlfriend.  Mine got married.  And not to me.”

Karen looked down.  “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah.  You write a song about a woman, and she dumps yer ass when you’re drying out.”

“Was it ‘Sweet Child of Mine?’”

He shook his head.  “I co-wrote the music on that, but no.  I wrote ‘Patience’ for her.”

Karen’s eyes widened in amazement.  “You wrote ‘Patience?’”

He stood up and stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.  “Yeah.  And you’re wrong about something else too.  I’m not a dick 24/7, although you’ll never find that out.”  

Izzy leaned over his seat on the bus and looked down at Karen, still engrossed in her book.

“What do you do for fun on the road?” he asked her.

She didn’t look up.  “I’m having a love affair with my vibrator.”

“Oh, ha ha, smartass.”

She turned a page.  “You think I’m joking.  It’s Japanese and has different speeds.  I’ll never need a man again.”

Izzy didn’t say anything, but he could feel his eyes getting bigger.  Guess you’re not the prude I thought you were.

“Wow, that shut you up,” she chuckled, looking up at him.  “Are you bored on the road already?”

He nodded.  “I don’t get fucked up anymore, and that took up a lot of time, y’know.  I’m not scoring or getting drunk and now I have just…...time.”

“Yeah.  Well, I like to read, and being with my sisters.  Sometimes, I like to see the towns we’re in, get out of the hotel a little.  I like shooting pool.  I really like karaoke but I doubt if they have a lot of that here.  I’ve seen your itinerary and it wasn’t promising, they’ve got you out in Bumfuck most of the time.”  She knitted her eyebrows.  “You’re a guitarist, why don’t you play guitar?”

“That’s what I did last night.  I don’t know if I can do that every night.”

She cleared her throat.  “I’m sure there’s a Kasey in every town.  I doubt you’ll be bored for long.”

He shrugged.  “That does it for you?  Reading all the time?”

She looked up at him.  “I rather enjoy being bored.  There were many times I was on the verge of a heart attack, and I longed to be bored.”

“Steve kept you hopping, huh?”

She held his eyes for a long time, furious, then dropped her head.  “Yeah, he did.”  She looked up.  “Is that what you want, me to talk about him?  Fine.  I was in love, he wasn’t, end of story.”

He saw the pain etched in her face, and he let it drop.  He lit a cigarette and asked, “You’ve seen our itinerary?”

“Yeah.  The record company doesn't have a lot of faith in you, do they?”

He shook his head.  “They think we’ll be dead by the end of this week.”

“Those seem like good odds.  Where’s your record at?”

“At?”

“The top 100.”

“I dunno, 101 I guess.”

“Is it moving up?”

Izzy blinked. 

She sighed.  “Okay, how big was your record deal?”

“Two hundred fifty grand.”

She sucked air between her teeth.  “You know you have to recoup your costs, right?  I’m guessing you have a slew of lawyers and a bunch of court fees too.”

Silence.

“Izzy.  Have you talked to MTV?”

He shook his head.  “They won’t play our video.”

“You made a video?  For how much?”

“$75,000.  With Nigel Dick.”

“Ooh, you used a name.”

“That’s bad?”

“Yeah, cause he’s the only one who made money from it.”   She lit a cigarette.  “Izzy, are you aware you guys are broke?”

“We're getting a per diem.”

“You’re in the hole is what you are.  Who are you signed with?”

“Uh, Geffen.”

“Huh.  So just one man owns your ass.”

“So what you’re saying is that we’re in debt to the record company?”

“Yeah, big time.  I mean, Hoss, if your album tanks, you could be sued.”

He exhaled.   “How do you know all this?”

“Because I paid attention when the suits showed up.  I knew there had to be a reason for a record exec to leave his wife and kids to hump it all the way out to BFE to talk to the band.”  She lit another cigarette.  “”Pyromania’ started moving up the charts, and the suits came more and more frequently.”

“Def Leppard are millionaires.  I mean, their music sucks, but they made a shitload of money off of it.”

“It took them awhile to make it, though.  They had to pay back Mercury, plus they used Marilyn Monroe’s image in the ‘Photograph’ video and it cost them a bundle.”  She shook her head.  “Your attorney fees will keep you in the red for a while.  Especially if you keep playing these podunk towns.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah.”  Karen took a drag.  “Well, maybe the record company is looking out for you.  They probably figure you can’t kill yourselves out here in the boonies.”

“IZZY!” Steven shrieked, slapping him on the back.  “Howya doin’, brother?”

Izzy smiled.  “I’m all right, man.  How are you?”

Steven was nearly hopping up and down in his dingy white hi tops.  “I’m so excited, man, we’ve got a gig tonight.  We’re gonna ROCK Canada, aren’t we, Izz?”

“You bet your ass, Stevie.”

“You!” Steven shouted to Karen.  “You, what’s your name?  Donna?”

“Karen.”

“Yeaah, Karen.  You really should fuck Izzy, girl!  He’s cool.  Like the coolest brother you could ever have.”

Izzy smirked.  “She says she doesn’t need a man, she got a device with different speeds.”

Steven looked horrified, then he grinned.  “Well, let him use it on you.”

Karen blinked, and Izzy cleared his throat.  “Dude, she’s not into that,” he said.

“Too bad.  Fuck, that girl I’m with is insane, man.  She ate that girl Kasey out last night for like an hour, man.  Then they sucked me off at the same time!  I’m living the dream, Izz.  I don’t want this tour to ever end.”  He hugged Izzy, then went back to his seat and snuggled up to a sleeping Absinthe.

Izzy raised an ornery eyebrow at Karen.  “So, different speeds, huh?”

“Absolutely not.  And you can’t borrow it either.”  Her eyes slid to Steven’s seat.  “Coke always make him like that?”

“Yeah, he takes a while to come down.  He’s pretty hyper to begin with.”

“Well, you should have a high energy set then.”

Izzy rested his arms on the top of the seat.  “You’ve seen us play.  What do you think?”

Karen fought a smile.  “You don’t suck.”

“Says the woman who traveled with Def Leppard.”

She gave him the middle finger.  “Keep it up, Hoss, and I’ll ram my Japanese precious where the sun don’t shine.”

Izzy puckered his lips and made obnoxious kissing noises, then said, “Promises, promises,” and flopped down in his seat.