today is webcomics day. i am bea and i make "A Ghost Story" - part 1: pre-gaming
webcomic day is a yearly celebration of the art form concocted by the screentones podcast team as a way for people to see how the sausage gets made. my webcomic "a ghost story" has been running for over 10 years, and yet i still don't think i can say i am good at making a webcomic. regardless, the comic is getting made because otherwise i become very, very sick in the head. today i would like to share with you the process of making a page of "A Ghost Story" from start to finish. either this demystifies the process or will make you think im so cool and strong for doing this 2x a week. instead of reblogging this one post until it gets very long, i will be posting individual updates that i will then compile and post on my personal website. block the tags now if you HATE comics and want them to EXPLODE.
if you have any questions, even things like "what the fuck are you even talking about" feel free to ask. i want to feel confident in what i make again and i think sometimes interrogation from an outside source is really
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that said, let's get started. wait just kidding i want a cup of coffee first, hold on.
ok now im ready. i have a big glass of water. i have coffee. i have a headset for the parts of work that don't involve typing words. i can't type words and listen to some streamer babble in my ear at the same time, so it has to be instrumental music or nothing. i just took my meds so they should kick in after about 30 mins. i woke up late today, which is weird and annoying. but maybe i can work late instead.
first off, i need to know where i'm going beyond this one page. if i dont know where im going with something, then i usually create something that sucks that i have to deal with later. hold on my internet died, i have to reset the router. ok, anyway.
what's rattling around in my brain is that not only do i have to deal with maxine's current predicament, i am also dealing with multiple plot elements i need to wrap back around to from the previous chapter. luckily, im about to put maxine down for a nap, which means i can get back to those other elements:
i need to finish the exposition from the three ankou characters for this story arc establishing their motivations as the oppositional force in the story. the "villain" is not these three specifically, but their boss. they need to have a loose understanding of what's going on in order to communicate this to the audience. god this started turning into a huge ass paragraph so i'll just keep it short there.
we've jumped back to before jack's horrible day from the first chapter of this storyline so we have to make our way back toward that and then lapping it, which means wrapping up his various open threads like:
feeding victoria and learning something new about her
finding out alice is a very exceptional employee who is getting many awards
watching valdo call lily while interrupting her during something personal to ask her for help with maxine's situation.
jack meeting with valdo and lily the day after they first met so jack can just tell them straight up that lily has 4 sisters she doesnt know about.
help that girl with her poltergeist problem. remember that. i've had jokes for this rattling in my head for like 4 years. im going insane.
and also the fucking tilberi!!! that has a point its going somewhere!!! there's a larger menace here!!!
other things to set up the climax of this storyline. sexual tensions, hints at larger emotional problems not immediately evident to the reader
lots of moving parts. and i feel like im moving in slow motion to get to them. i can see them all weaving together in my head, its the process of putting that onto paper that's proving difficult.
ok that took an hour starting and stopping. -_- let me write the next part as i keep brainstorming on how to approach this page. taking a "rubber duck" approach to this might help. heres an image from the last page i worked on (i have a 5 page buffer rn so the site does not match the finished pages) to get us semi-situated.
also because images will help people understand what skill level we're working with here. i need to be able to communicate an idea to the audience; if the art also looks good on top of that, then that's just an added bonus. but the ability to communicate my ideas is sometimes hampered by my lack of artistic skill or comics language ineptitude. like those speech bubbles kind of fucking suck but at a certain point you have to just hit print on what you're working on in order to keep your already glacial pace.
webcomics is a tightrope act where you're also spinning 4 plates at once. the trick is to keep the audience from realizing how many actually fall or how wobbly they all are. the act sucks but technically its not a failure.
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Klámstrákur | Sub!Toji x Reader
Toji Fushiguro is the best brat you could ask for.
❥ WC: 2k
❥ Warnings: gender neutral reader, watersports/piss, established relationship, bratty toji, brat tamer reader, porn without plot, restraints, hand jobs, vibrators, forced orgasm, multiple orgasms, dry orgasms, cumshots, overstimulation, choking, slapping, sub space, checking in, nipple squeezing/twisting, light degradation (filthy boy, disgusting)
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Toji is a challenge, through and through. Brash, bratty, undermining you at every turn. All so you’ll put him in his place.
That’s a challenge too, though. Toji doesn’t relent easily, practically teasing you with his coy smiles and seemingly endless resolve even through your worst punishments. But it makes it all worth it once you can finally break through those steel walls of his.
This time, you’re almost there, even as your wrist tires and your biceps ache. He’s cum four times already, his seed now cooled and sticky across his stomach and thighs, and you finally have to resort to attaching a small vibrator to his cock, focused right on his sensitive tip. He’s shaking by now, thighs tensing, body twitching and lurching forward as far as his restraints allow while his hips buck involuntarily.
Still, even in a state like this, with his eyes rolling and his hair stuck to his forehead, he has something to say about it. He steadies his gaze, and as pleased as you are to see that it takes him some effort to do so, you know from the glint in his eye that you won’t be so pleased with what he’s about to say.
You stop shaking out your aching arms, positioning your hands on your hips and peering down at him from where you were stood watching him as you stretch your muscles.
“What?”
He’s chuckling before he’s even said it, “I’ll let you have a little break if you need it.”
You’re forced to cloak your amusement in a stern stare as you make short work of the few steps it takes to close the distance between you two, turning up the vibrator higher and holding his jaw to force him to look at you as a broken groan is forced past his lips.
“I don’t need to touch your cock to make you cum.” Your grip on his jaw loosens, leaving his head to tilt back as he tries to hold out from giving in to the intensity further. It’s no use once your grip has found its place on the sides of his thick neck.
Green eyes lock onto yours, dangerous, excited, and his teeth are bared once you squeeze. He thrusts upwards, into nothing, but still that little toy pushes past his defences as it buzzes relentlessly at his sticky tip. Once your other hand finds his chest, squeezing and kneading at the pert muscle roughly, his composure cracks further as his head falls back and reveals a string of broken moans—rising in intensity until he’s making the sounds you suspect only you have heard coming from those scarred lips.
“Just let go already,” the command fortifies his composure for a moment as his mouth snaps shut and he swallows hard, only for it to be completely lost as you speak loudly enough that your words are unavoidable, “Filthy boy.”
With that, body takes over mind, as his cock spurts thin, watery cum across his stomach. It’s there one moment and gone the next as he bucks and shakes and grunts out his orgasm, making it indistinguishable from the rest of the mess of cum and sweat on his body. He falls limp for a moment, before the buzzing of the vibrator breaks through the throbbing haze of having yet another barely buried orgasm unearthed, but it quickly becomes too much as his stomach tenses and he winces.
“Aww, is it starting to hurt?”
Toji deals you one half opened eye and a sneer and you chuckle, happy to find that as always he is never too far gone to be keenly aware of your intentions. He braces himself when you sit down next to him, leather of the reclined chair that had been his throne for tonight’s play squeaking as you lean over him to turn off the vibrator, carefully removing the bondage tape securing it to him.
“There you go.” You set it aside, checking over Toji’s skin as he lifts his head and watches you carefully—as carefully as he can while still catching his breath.
“That it?”
You rest your hand on his hip, locking eyes with him and giving him a smile that has the beautifully straining muscles on his neck tensing as he stifles a small gasp, and the joy in his face matches yours as you tilt your head and shake it slowly, adding a happy little, “No.”
His head falls back as you grip the base of his cock firmly and he settles in, as if waiting for the drop on a rollercoaster. His smile is a challenge, and you waste no time as you swipe your thumb around his sticky tip, getting to work before that sensitivity ebbs. He clenches his teeth, eyes locked on yours, so you add jerking motions—rough and fast—to accompany the onslaught on his aching glans. Toji steels himself, but it’s been a long, long night and even a man like him can be bested.
It comes fast, one second his heaving chest, sweaty temples, and involuntarily jerking thighs are the only thing betraying his neutral face, the next his eyes are rolling, and his mouth is open wide in a silent gasp as pleasure meets discomfort head on.
His toes point, before he’s bringing his knees up as much as the restraints around his ankles allow and digging his heels into the chair. Thighs tremble, and his stomach caves in enough with his finally audible gasping breaths that the contours of his ribs can be made out even through all of his muscle. His hips buck wildly, as if trying to escape your grasp, but he only fucks himself deeper into your iron grip.
“Wait wait wait-“
It’s not the word that will make you really stop, so you only continue on, adding your palm to rub at his sensitive tip until he’s whining and gritting his teeth so hard you think he just might be fighting back tears. He holds his breath then, back arching, stomach tensed, and when he finally releases it with a string of curses, alongside it comes a spray of piss. You pull your palm away from his tip, allowing the spray to land mostly across his own body as you jerk him roughly right the way through until his cock offers nothing more, and all he has to give are deep whimpers from his slack jaw.
Still, you continue, even as his limp body twitches, and he hisses with every rough jerk of your hand onto his softening cock.
“S-stop.”
You give him a pitying look before shaking your head, “No.”
He’s hesitating, thinking, and you know he’s all yours when even Toji Fushiguro takes more than a second to bite back. Then, “I’ll make you stop.”
There’s no missing the filthy little groan he lets out as you bare your teeth in a wicked smile, “No you won’t.”
His eyes are fierce on yours, challenging, but you don’t stop and he makes no move to gain the upper hand in the position he’s in. Eventually, he relegates himself to take what you’re offering, just like you knew he would, as he bucks up into your hand, groaning and huffing and choking on his own noises as yet another orgasm is squeezed from him. Once again, his cum is translucent, watery, barely there compared to the loads that had long ago cooled on his skin. Then he falls limp into the seat again, panting and hissing under his breath, but all out of fight as you keep stroking him right through till more piss sprays out—weaker than the last stream but sent everywhere by your continued movements on his softening cock.
When it stops, so do you, releasing him and placing a wet and warm hand on his cheek. “Toji?”
He’s far enough gone to worry you, but even from the depths the concern in your voice reaches him. He licks his lips slowly, laughing breathlessly as he responds with eyes still closed, “Green.”
A small caress of his handsome face lets him know that though his voice was raspy, it was perfectly clear. You pull your hand away, allowing his skin to feel the chill of the room, before you replace the heat of your missing touch with a slap. His eyes open wide, though his pupils are blown as they lazily try to focus on you before another slap has them rolling back in his head, and you’re pleased to find he’s far enough into sub space that your hands are able to move him. “You’re fucking disgusting. Pissing all over yourself like that.”
Another slap and he’s groaning, cock throbbing even with the onslaught it had just been through. “Say you’re sorry.”
He laughs, breathy and broken, like he was out of his mind, then shakes his head.
The third slap has him bucking his hips up into nothing, soft cock slapping uselessly against his stomach.
“Apologize.”
“Nah.”
“You’re always such a brat, Toji.”
You slap him again, and resume your assault on his cock, jerking it roughly even as he continues to groan and twitch, muscled arms flexing against his restraints. This time he gets hard again, slowly, panting, hips bucking up so hard into your hand that he very nearly slips out of your grasp.
“You-” whatever comeback he was somehow able to muster is halted as he moans, mouth open wide, til he’s clenching his teeth and groaning.
Once again his body gives you every sign he’s cumming, hips snapping up, lurching forward as far as his restraints allow without breaking, hair falling in his eyes and he lets out a long whine through his clenched teeth. Every sign except his thick white semen as he’s been thoroughly milked dry of anything his cock had to offer by now.
He falls back, now allowed some reprieve as you release his length, and his chest rises and falls as he tries to calm his breathing. He’s still twitching every so often, as you can’t help tracing a finger up and down his softening cock, but he takes the chance to make sure he gives you the response he’d made an attempt at earlier, even through his shivers.
“You love it though?” Normally this would be a statement, said with a smile and half-lidded eyes, but now his eyes aren’t even open and the words end with a broken lilt, a question he was pushing into the ether with a hope that you would send back the answer he so badly needed—the answer he needed as badly as he’d needed everything else you’d given him.
You lean in close, pressing a kiss to his sweaty forehead, replying with warmth you knew he would feel head to toe, “Yes.”
He half opens one heavy lid to peer at you out of the corner of his eye, brow raising in a silent plea for you to continue on.
“I love my big,” you pinch one of his nipples, twisting and relishing in the way his back arches up as his eyes screw shut, “rude brat.”
He disobeyed you often, loving his punishments as much as his rewards, loving seeing you frustrated with him. He just couldn’t help himself, and you just couldn't help being lucky enough to have the brat of the century—and oh did you enjoy the challenge of taming him.
When you release his nipple he relaxes back into his seat, smiling like he was the victor in this little exchange, and you supposed he was.
You reach down and give his cock one final squeeze, hard enough to hurt, before patting his pecs and standing. You bend down to kiss him roughly, holding his jaw, and when your lips leave his you snap your fingers until he opens his eyes fully to look at you.
“And that’s the last time you’re gonna cum for a week.”
He looks smug, mind still able to conjure up all the little ways he’ll be challenging your punishment throughout this supposed week, even with as worn out as he is.
“Sure it is.”
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William Afton is not a loving father and is not sympathetic in anyway
Might be a hot take. But I honestly feel like William Afton always being awful works.
William Afton being an unfeeling psychopath who kills because he gets some sick pleasure out of it and because he discovered remnant is better than William being a loving and caring father who turned mad because he lost CC and Elizabeth.
Some people are just evil. William Afton is just pure evil. Freddy Krueger nor Pennywise needed motivations on why they killed kids. Not knowing why Afton does what he does makes things better.
And its probably the most engaging thing about Afton. Also his always coming back thing is the only instance that I accept a character coming back from the dead. Like, I've never seen this trope work EVER except FNaF.
William Afton just being a garbage person just WORKS. He is so evil that his eternal hell is facing torture at the hands of his creations and the one vengeful child who wants him to suffer.
You know the meme
“Cool story, still murder”
For William it’s
“I’m just awful, it’s murder time children”
Also, William using his kids as an excuse to justify the murders does work, but only because he likes using his children and only wanting to bring his kids back in animatronic form can only work so they can do his bidding and collect more remnant so he can always come back. William being awful works.
Henry might've been neglectful of Charlie and Sammy, but William canonically abuses Elizabeth. He did nothing to help CC against Michael's cruel bullying and no, being the probable voice for psychic friend Fredbear is NOT a sign of good parenting. He used Michael to help him in his experiments and used him to clean up the mess HE MADE. William Afton is not a good father.
And if Midnight Motorist is about the Aftons, how is that not an abusive home? "leave him be, he had a long day" "I TOLD YOU not to lock the door" and then either it being CC or Michael, they broke the window to literally get away from the unhappy home.
And let's not forget he experiments on children in his fear experiments to recreate the events that lead to the death of his son.
William doesn't love his family. He sees them as objects he owns, and wants to force them to be perfect. And when they fail them, he replaces them.
There's a reason why Unbroken to me is the definitive Afton song.
He's so goddamn happy that he committed murder because of the remnant it gives him and doesn't give a shit about anyone else. It's chilling to watch. And the last line is so goddamn evil that it's amazing: "If I can't have my perfect little family, well, now I'll have plenty of time, to make a better one."
People have to realize that William never meant anything good whenever he wanted to "put something back together". It's referencing combining souls into one thing. When he did this in the novels, he did it because he believed it would somehow help him achieve eternal life. When he scooped a collection of remnant that came from who knows where into the Funtimes, it was likely for the same reason. He didn't want to help the Crying Child. He wanted the Crying Child to willingly give himself to him.
So I think Unbroken really shows how he is. Break them and put them back together. Let their combined cries build immortality.
This is why I use Unbroken as the definitive song and basis for William's motivation and goals. An unfeeling psychopath who sees killing kids as a fair trade for immortality and if he can't have a perfect family, then he'll just build a better one.
William in all his iterations is never shown interacting with his children in a positive way. The closest we get to him is telling his daughter Elizabeth not to go near Circus Baby. And even though Sister Location is when voice acting began to take hold of the franchise, we never hear how William speaks to his daughter. In these moments, the only instance of him speaking about his children in the games is up for debate. But if you believe the orange man in Midnight Motorist is Afton, he speaks about the runaway child with disdain and frustration. "he will be sorry when he gets back" whether it's Mike or CC he made them sorry either by locking CC in the parts and services in FNAF 4 or made Mike sorry via Nightmare Animatronics. All throughout the FNAF 4 cutscenes, he neglects his children entirely. Even when he is AT THE PIZZERIA with them, he doesn't acknowledge them during his own child's birthday party whose death is meant to be the catalyst for his descent into madness that the fandom widely believes and as that child cries out in fear, he is nowhere to be found.
Moving on from the games. Nothing about the books paints William to be a warm person. He's depicted in the novels as not only neglectful to Elizabeth, but physically abusive to her as well, even after she's killed by the animatronic she idolized, William does not soften at the loss of her, we do not see him grieve and he treats Circus Baby just as poorly as in the games, only thing missing is a scene of controlled shocks. Circus Baby is just a vessel for remnant and a devoted follower who is helping him with his experiments.
Game Michael is tasked with potentially cleaning up after William, but definitely with putting Circus Baby back together just as his father asked and his reward is getting scooped, being injected with remnant and having his body filled with animatronic parts and when Ennard abandons his body. Mike is left confused, alone and slowly rotting, but never dying. Immortal and restless.
In the movie William treats Vanessa like a tool to be ordered and it's implied Vanessa helped William cover up the the murders or killed as she was tasked with killing Mike and she lives in fear of him. When Vanessa finally stands up to him, he doesn't hesitate to dispose of her.
Whether it's the games, books or movies. William treats his living children as tools at best and obstacles at worst. I believe there is more than enough evidence to say that William Afton is not motivated by a design or desire to reunite with his lost loved ones or recreate some beautiful family. I don't think he wants to play pretend the way Henry seems to do in the novels with Charlie. Afton never really appreciated a single thing he ever had, not when he had it and certainly when he lost it. In Afton's eyes he only sees what others have and views things and other people through the lens of what they can do for him. He needs to be in control of his environment and everything should be at his disposal.
What motivates William Afton? He became enthralled with Henry's creations, jealous even. Perhaps they made him feel inferior as they were better than anything Afton had ever been able to create, so he studied Henry. The resentment in the obsession growing inside him as they became partners and their business was a success, it wasn't enough. He wanted the animatronics to be his own. He deserved them, he built the business and he shouldn't have to share the success with Henry, but he knew he needed Henry and that was infuriating to him and seeing Henry having the perfect family William always wanted was what caused him to kill Charlie that night. He wanted to take something from Henry and William needed to feel in control and for Henry to be vulnerable just to prove it could be taken away from him if William really wanted to and he did. What William wasn't expecting was that the security Puppet assigned to Charlie's bracelet would do exactly as it was programmed to do, it found Charlie and as she died, her soul fused to it. Upon discovering this, it would set William on a new path. He needed to understand why this would happen and how. Not because he was desperate to see his son or daughter again. But because he needed to be able to harness this ability to control it. His son lying in a coma would be brought back by his hands and he'd have the power to do something Henry cnever could. However he came to the conclusion he decided he'd need to kill again and he did. Stuffing bodies into the animatronics to see if they too would become possessed. Besides, who was going to go looking for the missing children in the suits? From here he would learn about remnant and conducted a particular gruesome experiment. What if a person died inside a spring lock suit? The result was something more powerful, but it was less predictable and obident than the others had been, but he did learn a valuable lesson about spring locks. He created the Funtimes to keep collecting and experimenting with remnant and he used electric shocks to keep them obedient and when he was no longer able, he enlisted Michael to continue his work.
We don't have all the information, but from what we do have, these motivations track with of Afton. Far more than the idea of a grief stricken father. If something happened to William to make him an insecure jealous man whose morality was shaped only by his own selfish desire. It happened before the events of FNAF. I don't think that's unsatisfying, I think it's a reminder of what we become when we reject humanity when our insecurities turn to jealousy, when we refuse to accept that some things are out of our control and allow fear to become hatred. While we can point to Henry and Edwin's rage against their respective machines, we also see the other side of them, the love of their children. You never see this human or soft side of William and personally I believe that's because it isn't there. William Afton's choices were not the choices of a man acting out of love or grief and that is why he's not a sympathetic villain and that is why it works so well and how it gets under our skin. When his actions are explained by those emotions because he's never been shown expressing them. If Afton is trying to rebuild his children, he is doing so to create loyal and obedient versions of them to do his bidding to make sure his work can continue and that he can always come back.
"YOU WILL DO AS I SAY. YOU WILL BRING ME WHAT I WANT AND IF YOU FAIL ME, THEN YOU WILL, BOTH OF YOU WILL BURN"
I believe this is what the original Security Breach story was meant to be. Vanessa was meant to be Elizabeth reborn and Gregory CC reborn as robots and tasked with slowly replacing William's body with animatronic parts injected with remnant and it lines up with what we know from the books. But Sony fucked the game and the original plan fell through and they course corrected.
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But bottom line is, I don't believe William is this loving father with originally noble goals as the fandom likes to paint him because Scott writes William anything but than what the fandom portrays William to be and I think it's good that he's not a sympathetic villain. Sometimes some people are always awful and they don't have to have something bad happen to them. The masses have forgotten the simple pleasures of experiencing a nasty villain who delights in their crime and is the pettiest specimen one could ever design. William Afton to me is Scott pouring every negative/evil trait he could think up into the shape of a character and I just think it's good way to write William Afton.
There’s a reason the Afton Amalgamation is one giant Bunny made out of trash.
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