#people calling him in moments of desperation because their loved ones got kidnapped for some kind of experiment

[heliads]

Hii Lisa my beloved!💕💕 I'm in my Kaz phase again and some stupid ideas have been running through my head constantly. Hoping you could turn it into a wonderful fic, if you like the idea of course.

Kaz x reader with slight Nikolai x reader😌

So, reader is a Grisha with healing abilities (hidden like Alina). After a tragic event, the loss of their family hit hard and they were taken into care by some people that worked at the palace. That's where reader met Nikolai, they became best friends and later enrolled in Army, became lovers all of that. Reader's healing powers were slightly special in the sense that when they used them there was a golden glow all around, making the wrong people believe reader was a sun summoner. After being madly in love for some time, reader got kidnapped for their powers. Tortured for 2 years, reader was saved by our lovely Crows. Reader believed Nikolai never looked for them (false because he did desperately until he ran away and became Sturmhond after believing that reader died)

Reader becomes a Crow, falls in love with Kaz, they have a relationship for 2 years or so and then, one day they fight about something and right at that time, Nikolai makes his way to their bar. Reader and Nikolai have an emotional meeting that leaves Kaz insecure and jealous.

The ending...well I think reader should stay with Kaz buut I'm not opposed to something else👀

Whatever you want my dear Lisa. I hope this makes sense and it's not too insane. I love you and thank you💕

my beloved!!! this request is literally incredible, why are your ideas always exquisite????

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You don’t like it when Ketterdam is quiet. This jilted city of yours is always loud, always rowdy, and on the few instances in which it isn’t, the whole place seems to hold its breath, just waiting for something bad to happen. Sometimes you hear things you shouldn’t when there’s no background noise to cover it up. Sometimes, worst of all, you dream. 

This dream is not a good one. You only know this after waking. The dream leaves quickly, as all dreams do, slipping back away under cover of night to haunt some other sleeper. You let it pool in your trembling hands, dripping out through your fingers despite your best attempts to stop it from abandoning you. It must have been a tumultuous dream indeed, because for a moment you thought you were back. Back in Ravka. Back with him. 

Ravka is not yours anymore. It was, once upon a time, or so you let yourself believe. You were born in a small village near Adena, home mostly to craftsmen without merit and tradesmen with a fear of leaving their homes. It was a quiet, get-what-you-will existence for the most part, up until the point when you reattached a woman’s severed leg with a wave of your hand and discovered you were a Grisha.

Healers are valuable commodities in a war-torn nation, and you were shipped off to Os Alta before you knew it. It would have been lonely there in a city fiercely divided between Grisha and non-Grisha, were it not for the one friend you made there. A prince, of all people. A second son who wanted nothing more to run. Nikolai Lantsov.

You and Nikolai were just children when you met. It took years of close friendship for you to trust each other enough to fall in love, and even then, it was your best kept secret. Princes do not fall in love with witches. Grisha do not fall in love with mortal men. You kissed him behind locked doors and swore it would be enough for you, even if it wasn’t.

Perhaps it would have been, if Fate had been content to let you rest in mere complacency. There was one singular trait that separated you from the rest of the Corporalnik Healers at the Little Palace, one minor mark of difference. You can heal a patient just as well as anybody else, but for some reason, you glow when you do it. A warm, golden light emits from your palms whenever you use your gifts. His sunbeam, Nikolai used to call you.

Maybe people listened in too closely when they shouldn’t have. Maybe someone connected dots that didn’t exist. Maybe it’s just that in a country like Ravka, a country split by the Shadow Fold, a country in desperate need of Saints, it would be easy to overlook someone’s mortality in the hopes of discovering their own salvation.

That’s your best guess as to what happened to you. What you remember best is the aftermath, not the reason. You were taken from Os Alta in the dead of night, your hands bound in chains so you couldn’t fight or use your gift. You tried to scream, but they had a Squaller, a damned traitor, who stole the breath from your lungs before any sound could be heard.

They tortured you for two months, hoping you’d break and show that you really were the Sun Summoner they’d get paid to sell. It never happened, so they dug harder, cut you more, cared even less. You waited in dark and squalid rooms for someone to rescue you, someone like Nikolai, but no one came. No one Ravkan, at least.

You always wondered if you could put a time cap on the love of a prince. It turns out you can:  four months and six days is all it took for Nikolai Lantsov to give up on you. You spent four months and six days waiting for him before hearing that he’d officially stopped mourning you in public to go to university, and the remainder of those two years in wondering how little he must have cared for you to give up just like that. 

You have no doubt that your captors would have spent far longer than two pathetic years in trying to extract a Sun Saint from your exhausted spirit were it not for your rescuer. A far different savior than you expected, to be sure, far more bloodthirsty than any guardian angel you’ve ever heard about, but he did the job. He always does.

That’s Dirtyhands for you, you suppose, he gets what he wants. And if what he wants is a Healer at the low cost of having to break into a smuggler’s ship while it paused briefly in the Kerch harbor for supplies, so be it. Kaz Brekker was there for money and he was there for a new soldier to serve in his gang. You happened to fit both bills.

At first, you hadn’t known if you were actually safe or in even more danger than before. At least Kaz wasn’t torturing you outright– that was a start, wasn’t it? You didn’t trust him in the slightest at first, nor him with you. It took months of slow, apprehensive acceptance for that to happen.

It took longer for hesitant acquaintanceship to turn into friendship, and for friendship to turn to something more. Something like happiness. Something like the pure contentment of knowing that there is one person out there who would burn the whole world down if you were ever hurt. Nikolai mourned you for an appropriate time, but if the roles were reversed and you were in Ketterdam when you were kidnapped, Kaz would never accept your loss. 

He’s all but told you this himself. There was one instance in your first six months of being in the Barrel when another Grisha hunter decided you would make decent prey. You were only an hour later than expected, but ten men were killed and a pleasure house burnt to the ground by the time Kaz got you back. You never feared getting taken again. You think he’s quite proud of that, even if he’ll never admit it to a living soul. Only the dead tell no tales. 

So the Barrel is your home, so bloody kruge becomes your daily bread and butter. You wouldn’t want any other life. There is always the fear that you would someday lose that confidence, but you swore that time was over. Apparently not, though. 

All that time spent learning to live again, and you still wake up in cold sweats, half sure that you’re back in your birth country and no better off than when you started. Kaz doesn’t deserve that. Your guilty conscience makes you want to beg his forgiveness, so you slip out of your room and up the stairs to his office without a second thought.

You know better than to think that Kaz Brekker would be asleep a few hours past dawn. You’re not entirely sure that he ever sleeps at all. It wouldn’t surprise you if he found a way to optimize his waking hours such that he never needed to close his eyes. Being able to capitalize on the time everyone else spent sleeping would certainly give him a leg up in the race of the Barrel rats. 

Sometimes, when he’s feeling charitable, Kaz lets you heal him just a little bit, not the sort of injury reduction associated with broken bones but that of eliminating exhaustion. You’ve learned how to use your gifts without touching skin. Maybe that’s why he wanted your skills on his side in the first place, just in case. 

The door creaks slightly when you come in. It is well within Kaz’s powers to oil the dratted thing, but you think he likes the sound. It serves as a warning of an intruder if he needs one, a reminder that he is no longer alone. It tells him that you are here now, and he looks up from his seat at his desk. The only sign that these aren’t normal working hours for anyone else is the slight dishevelment of his appearance, dark hair falling haphazardly over his eyes from being frustratedly pushed out of the way one too many times, his clothes rumpled and jacket removed.

“Couldn’t sleep?” He asks.

“Could you?” You return.

Kaz rolls his eyes. “I don’t need sleep.”

“Of course you do,” you say matter-of-factly, “You’re still human, Kaz, despite your best efforts to turn yourself into a machine.”

“I think it would be less productive to be a machine,” Kaz muses as he considers the stacks of ledgers before him, “think of the rust. Also, I don’t trust any gadget not to break down when you need it most.”

You snort, closing the door behind you and walking to the window behind his desk. “Machines aren’t the only ones breaking down all the time. People do that too.”

Your voice trails off on your last sentence, and Kaz cuts off his stare with his ledgers, turning his chair to face you. When he speaks again, his tone is gentle. It would surprise anyone but you.

“You’ve had another nightmare about Ravka again, haven’t you?”

You deliberate over your words, opting instead to perch on Kaz’s window seat and draw your legs up to your chest. He already knows the answer, anyway. “Yes,” you reply at last.

Kaz nods once. “It’s not real. The dream.”

You laugh bitterly. “I know that. I just hate the way I keep thinking about that place. It makes me feel weak.”

Kaz frowns. “You’re not weak. If you were, I never would have hired you.”

You can’t stop a faint grin from flitting across your face. “So romantic, Kaz.”

“Isn’t it?” He asks.

You glance at him over your shoulder and register genuine bewilderment on your face. To Kaz, you suppose, that is the height of romance after all. A true validation of your worth, a promise that you are enough.

It makes you smile. “You’re right,” you decide, “it is. It’s good to know my position is safe.”

“You’re safe,” Kaz repeats. He stands, walking over to the window. He doesn’t lean against you, but you can feel the exhale of his breath on your shoulder, the ghost of the touch you will never force him to give. “I will make sure of it.”

The two of you stare out the window at the rising sun. A new dawn is coming, bringing with it a new day, new surprises. Some of those surprises, as it turns out, will be far more shocking than you could have ever envisioned.

You’d like to say that you recovered from your nightmare pretty quickly after that, and you did collect your wits, but the jittery feeling stays with you well into the evening. You decide to stop by the Crow Club once dusk sets in, both as a favor to Kaz and for yourself. Once you do your usual perusal of tables, only having to point out one particularly gifted cheater to the guards, you allow yourself to drift over to the bar and order your favorite drink.

You see Jesper briefly in between rounds of Makker’s Wheel and talk idly for a few moments before he drifts off again. The Crow Club, albeit one of the fastest places in Kerch for money to leave your pockets, still feels like home to you. The rowdy hubbub, the dim lights, all of it is yours and has been for some time now. The Barrel is not safe, but this is Kaz’s place, and that means you never feel threatened so long as you’re within its walls.

Maybe that’s why you don’t register the new presence until it’s too late to run. The thought that the young man standing before you could ever be here at all is utterly bewildering. This is the Barrel, this is your mess of dingy canals and hopeless cases. What reason could Nikolai Lantsov possibly have to bring him down these parts?

You blink and he’s standing there staring at you like he’s seen a ghost. All the cockiness drains from his step as his jaw unapologetically drops. It is loud in here, but you swear the volume drops just long enough for you to hear him with perfect accuracy as Nikolai whispers:

“Y/N?”

He says it like a prayer delivered by a dying man, every syllable infused with impossible hope. You don’t respond, but something in your expression must confirm his question anyway. Either that or your face has changed so little in the five years since you saw him last that Nikolai can recognize you anyway, even in the smoke-filled haven of the Crow Club.

He draws forward by impulse, steps quickening the closer he gets to you. In all honesty, you have no idea what he is about to do, nor how you would respond, so you find yourself unquestionably grateful when Kaz emerges out of nowhere to stand in between you and Ravka’s younger prince.

Nikolai pulls up short to avoid running into him. “Who,” Kaz says, voice low but cold as a blade, “are you?”

Nikolai’s gaze darts past Kaz to lock squarely on you. You find yourself answering in his stead. “This is Nikolai.”

You can’t see Kaz’s expression from this angle, but you can imagine the way his eyes must narrow anyway. “Nikolai from Ravka?”

“The very one,” Nikolai replies, a touch of that same bravado in his tone you remembered so well.

Kaz scoffs. “Impossible. How’d you cross the Shadow Fold, then, prince?”

Nikolai gestures to himself, and only now once the initial shock of seeing him is starting to fade away do you realize how absurdly he’s dressed. “I left Ravka when I thought Y/N died. I go by a different name now. Sturmhond.”

You laugh in spite of yourself, a high sound bordering almost on fright. “You became a pirate?”

“Privateer,” he corrects, and judging by the quick answer you’re guessing it’s the same knee-jerk response he gives to everybody.

Kaz shifts slightly, allowing you to see the glare he’s not bothering to hide. “And what are you doing in my city, privateer?”

Nikolai swallows hard. “I heard a rumor about a Healer. A Healer whose hands glowed when she saved someone’s life. I had to know.”

Kaz looks like he wants to physically cut the source of this information out of Nikolai’s throat, but you beat him to it. “Why would you care now? You never tried to find me.”

Nikolai’s eyes flash. “I tried every day until I heard you were dead. I mourned for months.”

“Heard,” Kaz comments, “you never found a body?”

“Obviously not,” Nikolai says, glancing towards you again, “Why didn’t you come back to Ravka, Y/N? Why didn’t you try to find me? I missed you. I loved you. I still do.” He holds out a hand to you. “My ship leaves in one week’s time. Come home with me.”

You find yourself flinching back. Since your first days on the shores of Ketterdam, you’ve long since learned to disguise any sign of weakness, but Kaz knows you well enough to look for signs of trouble in even your slightest of expressions.

The small catch of your breath now tells him all he needs to know regarding Nikolai’s offer. Kaz’s hands curl around his cane, causing the black leather to crease like skin. “Y/N is safe here, Lantosov. She doesn’t need your war-torn country.”

Nikolai’s brow furrows. “Who are you to speak for her?”

“I’m the one who actually saved her instead of giving up,” Kaz says simply, “I’m the one who gave her a home.”

Nikolai’s eyes flit to you again, and you nod. “I loved you, Nikolai, it’s true, but I moved on when you did. Ketterdam is where I belong. My time in Ravka is over.”

You see Kaz straighten up imperceptibly by your side. From the way he’d spoken to Nikolai, you hadn’t thought he harbored a shred of uncertainty regarding where you would want to go, but it appears that his worst fears were assuaged by you asserting that you wanted to stay with him.

Nikolai swallows hard. “I won’t blame you for wanting to come home.” Only myself,  you can sense him mentally adding on. It is a shame that time has not robbed you of the ability to tell what he’s thinking.

“I already am home, Nikolai.” You tell him.

He nods and leaves without another word. You watch him go, and he does not look back. Nikolai has had quite a long time to mourn your absence. Tonight may have set him back a little bit, but you have no doubt that he will recover just as he did before.

“Thank you for staying,” Kaz murmurs when Nikolai disappears from the club.

“Thank you for fighting to keep me here,” you whisper back.

Kaz’s eyes are sharp when they meet yours. “I will always fight for you.”

That, you think, is the difference between him and Nikolai in the end. Nikolai will carry your memory with him wherever he goes, but Kaz would never allow someone to take you from him in the first place. He would go to war to keep you safe. In a way, you think he already has.

You have the perfect view of Fifth Harbor from Kaz’s office window. You wonder if he planned it that way, so he could see both who was entering his life and who was leaving it. The two of you stand and watch Nikolai’s ship leave for Ravka once more. You wondered if it would hurt to see a ticket back to your place of birth evaporate from between your fingers, but it doesn’t. It’s just like you told Nikolai, isn’t it? You are already home. There is no need to leave.

requested by @zaypay, i hope you enjoy!

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[robby-bobby-tommy]

Ok, fellas, are ya ready for the part two of my Fit post?

Actually, @sundropsimp (sorry for tagging) gave me this idea and made me reciprocate on something I thought about for a long time, but never got the chance to speak about. So, I might see some deeper meaning in nothing, but I think qFit tries very hardly to separate himself from 2b2t.

Like, instead of destroying he repaires/builds; instead of hiding and going from place to place, he stays, makes himself his forever home; instead of distrusting, he finds friends and even a son. He desperately tries to better himself, yet there's one interesting thing.

Remember in my last post abt Fit I listed three specific people. Philza, Pac and Ramon. I think they're a very crucial people in his life, a pillars that help this veteran to grow and progress.

But the moment he lost them all, he jumps right back into his old habits. Once there was a stream where Fit went to the ship, where Ramon lost his first life, and burned this place to the ground. Why do I call it strange, if Fit is quite chaotic? Well, it's because smt in this moment felt different. Then after some long time he was truly alone. His son was kidnapped, so was Philza (or he wasn't online, can't remember), and Pac wasn't on server to keep Fit company. He wanted to let his frustration out and in doing so he regressed to his old self. Convincing himself it's a normal reaction, fighting and mocking his enemies (not jokingly as usual, but like very hard) and burned this ship to the crisp, laughing. I dunno if it was intentional or not, but I feel this moment shows how easy it is for Fit to return to his 2b2t self without his loved ones. I don't think it was intentional, but I like it.

(Also, as a (platonic) Fitza enjoyer and Fitpac fan I adored their venture together today. Like, Fit and Pac seeing what a bad state Phil is letting him join, even if it meant no date for them. And then they three watched a sunset together and hugged.... They're just too precious to me.)

#qsmp #qsmp fit #qsmp fitmc #q fit #q fitmc #qsmp philza #q philza #qsmp pac #q pac #qsmp ramon #wallflowerduo #fitpac #hide duo #fitza #i have no idea how their trio is called #but i love them no matter what #(I'll watch Philza later #I'm way too tired) #qsmp analysis #qsmp rambles

[aquilacalvitium]

who is this Nate?

Oh.

Oh, buddy.

Oh I get to talk about Natewantstobattle and you will regret this.

So! I'm not a NWTB expert so don't expect a full bulletpoint presentation BUT I can share my experience!

Natewantstobattle is a nerdcore turned original artist who made songs about video games, anime and cartoons for years and only recently (last year I think) decided to leave nerdcore behind and focus entirely on original music.

He's made some BANGER songs, has the voice of an angel and seems to have the same enthusiasm about dark/demonic fictional imagery as myself ^_^

He's made a lot of FNAF songs which is how I found him. His music got him noticed by Random Encounters (RE) who make small-budget indie musicals based on video games and decided to make a five-part special musical based on FNAF for which they reached out to get Nate involved. He appeared and sang as a prominent character in that musical as well as plenty of others that they made. Markiplier was also in that musical.

Nate is popular with a lot of Jacksepticeye and Markiplier fans as his content focuses on similar games, leading to the same people finding him. Because of that, the fans' habit of making characters or "egos" for youtubers from their videos also extended to Nate and honestly while I still listen to his music I haven't been active in the fandom for a while so I have no idea how many egos there are now, but I'm desperate to rejoin the fandom space and catch up!

Anyway, the egos I'm very well aware of are Natemare and Phantom.

Haha yeah, he kidnapped Matpat for that music video.

The video in question is for Mangled, a 2~ minute song based on FNAF 2. The character he portrayed was an instant hit with the fans and was subsequently dubbed "Natemare" as a play on nightmare.

Also in 2018 Nate released a limited edition Natemare shirt thus confirming the name as canon and also I have that shirt so cough cough.

Secondly, Phantom!

MAN I LOVE PHANTOM!

From a music video for a song of the same name.

As far as I'm aware there's practically no canonically confirmed information about him other than he makes deals and steals people's souls. That lead to a lot of fans calling him a demon, including myself.

It took me five years to put together a cosplay for Phantom because I couldn't find one part! You'd think it would be the staff, right? Impossible to find an exact replica, right? No. It was the bloody shirt. I couldn't find a single freaking long sleeve red button up shirt for YEARS. I've got it now, though.

His original albums so far include Sandcastle Kingdoms, Paid in Exposure and To Let Go. That one is actually currently coming out one song at a time on his YouTube channel and music streaming platforms. There's only two songs out at the moment and I think the plan was to release them slowly until they were all released by the time the album itself dropped, but it was announced last month that it's been brought forwards to the 18th! That's in FOUR DAYS!!!! The last song to come out was Forgotten on Tuesday which is the one you saw me blogging about. It slaps so fucking hard you have no idea.

If you want any personal recommendations for his music, my favourites of his original work are Phantom, Forgotten, All I See, Perfect by Design and Branded.

PIf you look up Phantom you may see it titled as a Hazbin Hotel song but actually it came out a good while before Hazbin Hotel did, he just realised how well the character of Phantom matched with Alastor from HH and released a remastered version with some of Alastor's voice lines over it.

My favourites of his nerdcore songs are Mangled, No More, Stay the Course, Time to Move on and Ask for More. That last one is about Food Wars. I don't even watch that show, that's just how good the song is.

Oh! As an addition that I almost forgot to talk about, he's also a voice actor! He's appeared in Attack on Titan, Fairy Tail, he plays the main character in Luck and Logic and has appeared in multiple video games like Dream Daddy, Yandere Simulator and Monster Prom.

#nwtb #natewantstobattle #nathan sharp #aquila answers #aquila infodumps

[pinkflufflybunny7]

Believe it, you deserve it

Hello, well this is my first post on tumblr. And my first one shot in English, it is not my first language but I promise that I have tried to review it as much as I could. I wanted to make something of Sejanus, give him some love. He deserves it.🥺 I still don't get over it. 😭🥲 att. Fluffybunny🐰 ____________________________________________________

He still couldn't believe that he had escaped death, two years had already passed since he was about to be hanged. From time to time in his nightmares he could even feel the friction of the rope on his neck causing him to wake up startled and scared. But you were there for him, to calm his anxieties. To remind him that everything was okay. On that dramatic afternoon, all the effort the boy had made to help those the district people had had an effect, his kindness, and need to do the right thing had awakened the duty to help him. They couldn't let him die, not after exposing himself so much for them, and also because you were in the middle. You were very loved in the district twelve along with the Covey and this would definitely break your heart.

That's how chaos arose that day seconds before they pulled the lever so that the floor under those who would be executed would disappear beneath them and the rope would do the rest. But it didn't happen, and he had lived to tell it, to have the chance to escape. To be happy for once in his life, to feel loved and like in family. Although evidently the only one his heart still missed was his Ma. The only person who had always truly loved him before you appeared in his life. If only there was a way to bring her with him, he would do it. At one point he even had the crazy idea of kidnapping her, but it was very risky. In the Capitol everyone believed that he was dead, that they had managed to shoot him down while they were fleeing in the forest. Because of course they hid the reality of there incompetence in having let the rebels escape. If he could just let her know that he was alive, that might ease his mother's pain at losing him.

On the other hand, he didn't even want to think about Coriolanus. Yes, because Coryo died the day he handed him over after swearing that he was his brother, that nothing bad would happen. It was a wound that still hurt him, even so he did not wish him harm. He hoped that he was being happy and that he had found what he desperately sought. The irony of the matter was that now a little boy with golden curls, who could barely speak, called him Uncle Sej. He had become the little boy's father figure, he didn't mind helping Lucy as much as he could with him. Although his little face reminded him at every moment of his father, the boy was the living portrait of Coriolanus, except for the brown eyes of his mother.

But now he would experience what it would be like to be a father firsthand, and although he was excited, he was also terrified. When he found out you were pregnant he almost fainted from excitement. Then he started to get a little hysterical every time he heard you complain to yourself even it just was that you stuck your finger with a needle while you were knitting blankets for the baby. If you wanted something, he ran to look for it and got frustrated if he didn't find it. The week went by, and he kept asking for forgiveness for not getting it. Even when you told him nothing was wrong, that it was okay. He was afraid of dropping the baby. It almost happened once when he held Lucy's baby, he was so small and restless that he thought he was going to slip out of his arms. Luckily he managed to hold it well in time before it fell. Maude Ivory knew how to carry them better than him, even though she was only a child.

—Aren't you coming to bed? — You murmured with somewhat sleepy eyes, as you watched him from behind in front of the small window of the room. —I'm going right now… just…— he didn't say anything else, he just let out a sigh. So you carefully got out of bed. A task that at this point was not so simple, your belly was huge and round, but that would not prevent you from reaching Sejanus when you knew well that something was troubled in his mind. As you approach him you take his arm, wrapping his arm in a hug. — Is something wrong baby? Something is bothering you? — You asked while placing a kiss on his shoulder. The boy turned to look at you and tried to give you a smile before letting out another sigh. — I'm not so sure. I guess I'm a little scared. — He said while he directed one of his hands to your round belly and began to caress it gently. — Do you think I'll be a good dad? — he questioned, it was inevitable that you raised an eyebrow surprised by the question. Because for you the answer was more than clear. It was a resounding yes, the best of all. Sejanus was kind, careful at least if he took care of others although perhaps not so much of himself. He was also gentle, humanitarian, always fighting for what was right. So full of love even when he lacked so much it. Besides, you had already seen how he was with Lucy Gray's little boy, and even with Maude Ivory. You were very young couple, yes, but you knew well that he would take care of both of you with his life.

— The best ever. Don't worry, children don't come with a manual. You learn as you go. Also… Will you take care of us? Will you love us? Will you always see the best for us? — You questioned as you caressed his cheek. — Of course I do, with my life. With my life. It's just that my nerves are getting on me. I never imagined myself in this position. I didn't think I could find happiness until you appeared in my life. And then, everything almost disappeared from my hands. I thought I was dying and the only thing that existed in my mind at that time was that I didn't want to die because I didn't want you or Ma to suffer. I still miss her. I'm afraid that for some reason the peacekeepers will catch up with us and finish what they started, and I will no longer be with you. — You could notice how his eyes were filled with tears so you took his face in your hands and brought him closer to yours, pressing your foreheads together. — Everything is fine now. Sej, nothing bad is going to happen to you. The only valid way that you will no longer be with us will be when you die as an old man. Even so I hope it will be when you are very old, and it will be too long until you are an old man. — You assured him. — Believe what is happening to you, you deserve it. You deserve to be happy, enjoy the stages of life. To be loved, to have your own family. I love you so much. — You assured him as you wiped the tears from his beautiful brown eyes with your thumb. — Maybe one day, there will be a way to get in touch with your mom, or at least let her know that you're okay. Do not lose hope. —

A small smile, now more genuine than before, spread across Sejanus's face. — Okay, and I love you too, until the end of the world. — He said, giggling before leaning down to kiss your lips in a sweet and tender kiss. — Come on, let's go to bed now. Those little eyes tell me that you are tired and sleepy. — You took his hand and led him back to bed. Once there, Sejanus laid his head on your shoulder and hugged you, leaving his hand on your belly as he continued caressing it. He still left small kisses on your chin. While you caressed his curls that had grown back. They were so soft, that your favorite pastime had become playing with them while he fell asleep from the contact.

— Oh… — It wasn't even a moan. It was more of a surprise, but even so you couldn't stop the brunette from quickly jumping to ask if you were okay. — All good? Does something hurt you? —You just giggled while you denied. — Didn't you feel it? She kicked. — you questioned. — How is it possible? If I haven't removed my hand from your belly. — he said, frowning. — Because it was on the opposite side to where you had your hand. — you clarified. — Hey, don't cheat on your dad. Do it again… please. — Sejanus began to talk to the baby in your belly and to the surprise of both of you he received a response. A small footprint was seen forming on the side of your belly. Giving the boy time to pass his hand over it, feeling the shape of his baby's little foot. — She is lovely. — he smiled at you as he placed a kiss on your lips again and wiped away a tear of emotion that had run down his cheek. A little piece of him and yours. The fruit of the love they had for each other. The Plinth line had not disappeared, it was still there. With that baby, with Sejanus and with all the others they could have. Because since he was calmer he knew that he would like to give her little siblings. The rest of the night was peaceful, no nightmares, no worries. His future looked to be a beautiful and happy one.

#sejanus plinth #sejanus plinth x fem!reader #sejanus plinth x reader #sejanus x you #sejanus x reader #tbosas #the hunger games #sejanus plinth imagine #sejanus deserved better

[regulus-needs-swimminglessons]

Alrighty kids, dad has some thoughts to share.

I‘m talking about Helluva Boss episode 6 „Truth Seeker“… uhm obviously spoilers yk

Just to remind y‘all in this episode ma bois Blitz and Moxxie were kidnapped by some shady government people. They were eventually drugged resulting in one funky ass trip. What I wanna talk about is this scene:

(Pic is a direkt screenshot from the episode on YouTube)

In his drug out state Blitz finds himself crawling up these stairs with Stolas sitting at the top, taunting him the entire time. But lets take a look at the colour scheme. Because obviously I‘m not the first to notice what this looks like, especially considering the white feathers falling down and everything.

(Got the pic from the Hazbin Hotel Fandom Wiki)

Folks, lemme introduce you to Blitz personal stairway to heaven.

Now Heaven has always been a sort of scary concept to me (religious trauma says hi) the pure desperation I have seen in some members of my old church. It honestly terrified me more than their accusations and shouts of me being sent to hell to burn in eternal damnation. I see this desperation in Blitz here.

Imps are ranked lowest in hell‘s hierarchy yet Blitz managed to build an independent business and make a name for himself, he has a family as fucked up as they might be, but he needs the book (can’t spell the proper word, to lazy too look it up). He can‘t call off the deal without loosing everything he‘s worked so hard to gain.

But them something unexpected happened to him. Blitz found his heaven with Stolas. Going back to the first pic we can see that he in not only putting Stolas in a clear position of power here, he is going as far as putting him in the position of God. A crule unloving god, a paradise he can never reach without giving himself up completely. Their deal binds him, he is stuck watching, reaching out but never quite grasping. And to him Stolas is the puppeteer behind all this pulling on his strings making him do as he pleases but still Blitz can not help but want him. For more than the book, for more than just sex. Blitz wants Stolas.

Golden binds appear on his limps and yet he still continues his way up. At first of his own accord but when he shows a moment of hesitation Stolas is there with a chain around his neck to pull him up the rest of the way (not unlike the chains we see between overlords and the souls they own is Hazbin Hotel)

This is how he sees his relationship with Stolas. Blitz gives all the power over to him and he hates it. But quite like the souls in Hazbin he can‘t leave.

Lastly I wanna address the figures standing beside Stolas with the big fan things, because they too look like Blitz. He is serving Stolas constantly even when he hasn‘t even made it halfway up the stairs and not getting any acknowledgment for it. (this is of course what Blitz perceives / belives, because obviously Stolas wants nothin‘ more than to love this little guy)

I don‘t think Blitz is even consciously aware of all this shit. He just knows that there is a power imbalance (which is very real btw. no matter how much Stolas wants to ignore it) and he doesn‘t like it.

Welp I hope this made sense, was just something that was brewing in my head for a while so I thought might as well put it out there, offering my mind to the people’s judgement.

Have a nice day everyone!

#helluva boss #blizø #stolas #character study #blitzo x stolas

[reallyromealone]

FORTUNE TELLER 8

Part 7 - current - part 9

Every night (name) woke with nightmares as he clung desperately to himself in the room that was now his with windows and everything though they were one way (name) loved to stare out at any time, he never realized how much he missed outside and just basic things.

He couldn't go outside but that was fine.

He could handle not going outside in exchange for not being drugged and forced to see fortunes.

Naoto got him puzzles without much argument and got (name) into some at home hobbies be could do between his therapy sessions.

Naoto and (name) got along well, the man had a deep hate for his captors and genuinely wanted to see (name) thrive and do better for himself and it made (name) want to cry, He was so used to dealing with shit himself.

They were going to be going through the process of whitness protective services, changing his name and and moving him across the country.

He didn't have any ties to this city social wise, before he was kidnapped he was a recluse who worked online. Naoto was a bit suprised that he didn't have any family he needed to contact or any on his emergency contacts but supposed it would be easier to get him into hiding that way.

(Name) knew Bonten would come looking for him, unable to look in the mirror for long periods of time or be shirtless as the tattoo was a sickening reminder if the months and months of mind games and abuse and they wouldn't give up that easy.

Naoto had told him they would be moving tova safe house soon, outside of this area as Bonten grunts had been seen in this area along with Rindō and Ran.

"I had them bring puzzles and movies, it will be a week or so and then we will be transferring you into whitness protection"

They put a disguise on (name), wig and glasses with contacts and even padding to change his figure a bit, not to mention a uniform to make him look like a cop.

They had someone who looked identical come in and (name) would leave with naoto a half hour later into a police cruiser and off to the safe house.

The haitanis were staking out the house, waiting for the moment to swoop in and after seeing Detective Tachibana and some cop leave they made their entrance but there was no (name) just some guy who looked like.... "Son of a bitch!" Ran seethed as they knocked out the man and left, the two making calls "they fucking tried to pull a fast one on us" he almost laughed and the two began driving in the direction the cruiser went.

Bonten was frantic as they followed the ping of Sanzus GPS, they were so close to getting (name) back and it was driving them mad.

(Name) felt something off as be glanced at the rearview camera and his heart sank "it's them..."

"..shit!" Naoto said as he suddenly took a sharp turn, trying to shake the Bonten men off as he called for backup "this is Naoto Tachibana, I am currently being chased by two vehicles and require back up"

"Back up is on its way" the person on the other side said as Naoto just kept driving and trying to keep the two alive and away from Bonten though that was easier said than done as more black armored SUVs appeared and (name) felt himself panic because god damn it he was so close, he didn't want to go back!

They bolted through the streets of Tokyo, avoiding cars and people and (name) was holding on for dear life and praying to God he didn't get caught by Bonten...he had a really bad fucking feeling what would happen.

He wanted to cry as they avaided the vans and looking back he felt his heart drop as he saw Ran behind the drivers seat of the tailing van and thankfully couldn't see (name)s terrified expression due to the tinted windows.

"(Name), we are going to get away from them" naoto promised as he drove for his life to the closest police station he could get to as the sound of sirens could be heard "just a little longer..." Naoto said until he saw Sanzu pull beside them with a manic grin as he locked eyes with (name) and began driving far to close for their liking.

"Shitshitshit!" Naoto said as they quickly turned into a long alleyway "were going to be going through a park soon, it's the only distraction I have but I want you to jump out when we get to the trees" Naoto said seriously as they made it to the park and Naoto yelled at him to go.

His body moved on its own, barrel rolling out as Naoto drove off and he hid behind a tree in time as the bonten cars barrelled past at a terrifying speed.

"Gotta..gotta go" (name) mumbled with tear stricken eyes, shakily getting up and ditching the disguise he wore and snuck out of the park, now in downtown Shibuya where it was crowded and people would see him if anything happened.

Carefully he nabbed a jacket and hat along with sunglasses at another stall, tentatively he removed his gloves as they were a dead give away but kept them in his pockets in case he would need them.

He looked terrified behind the sunglasses and put up the jackets hood up as he avoided any suspicious people and right now that was everyone and anyone.

He just needed to get the hell out of Tokyo somehow.

Naoto let out a shaky breath when back up came and saved his ass, Bonten backing off when they realized (name) wasn't in the car.

Now he had to find (name).

The house was comprised so (name) definitely wouldn't go there.

Naoto needed a fucking drink as he drove back with his fellow officers to the station, knowing damn well they had people watching them in case (name) showed up.

"Damn it!" Sanzu roared as they met up in a back alley "where the fuck did he go?!"

"Dunno but we have to fucking find him before they do!"

The bonten men were stressed and fuming with rage, a deadly combination.

They just wanted their precious little crystal ball back.

They were fixated on him when they had him but now it was nothing short of obsessed with him.

They weren't willing to part with him under any circumstances.

They just feared having to tell Mikey what had happened.

(Name) didn't know where he was at this point, ending up at an old shrine and decided that this is where he would hide for now.

At least until he was rested.

He had walked for at least two hours, his legs numb.

Hiding behind some rubble (name) rested his head on his knees and took a deep breath, body rattling as he took in everything that just happened.

He was so tired.

He just wanted to be ok.

To be safe.

But that was never an option for him.

Hiding in the darkest corner of the shrine he let himself close his eyes and rest for now.

Later he will continue his trek to the country side, further from Tokyo the better.

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #bonten x reader #angst #mikey sano #sanzu haruchiyo #ran haitani #rindou haitani #kokonoi hajime #kakucho hitto #takeomi akashi #kanji mochizuki #naoto tachibana

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

In which horror movie would these characters be the killers?

-Maurice

-Doll (they/them)

-Alois

-Ciel

aaaaa I hope I understood this right!

most of these have at least some basis in canon, maybe with little twists, hehe~

It’s a psychological horror called Chrysalis, plastered with trigger warnings about the abuse that Alois goes through in the first act of the movie. There’s some supernatural mixed in as well, given that the boy literally conjures a demon to help him get revenge on his abuser. While Claude is the driving threat toward the soon-to-be-former Earl Trancy, the old fool doesn’t suspect that his ‘son’ has anything to do with it. … Right up until Alois steps in, requests that he make the killing blow, and, well, gets to strike the earl down. The rest of the movie is the aftermath of Alois trying to cover it all up, and Claude perhaps not being very helpful. Much of the horror, as psychological, comes from the buildup to the initial killing, as well as the effects of the abuse Alois went through after the old earl is dead. It’s dark, scary, and perhaps too real of a film.

A political, more action-like horror called The Earl, with high drama and higher stakes… and, of course, a touch of paranormal in the form of Sebastian. Unlike Alois’ film, Ciel’s doesn’t go into huge detail about his past, and it isn’t the main focus of the movie; there are some flashbacks, but it isn’t lingered on too much. The plot centers more on the world of aristocracy that Ciel is a part of, and the things he must do to put a stop to anything which needs stopped. As expected, Ciel is a tool in Her Majesty’s arsenal, and Sebastian is one of his tools. The biggest thing which marks it as a horror rather than pure action and drama is that some of Ciel’s victims are either innocent or deserve some lesser punishment than to be killed. That’s one thing his film has in common with Alois’ — the brutal honesty that the world is not fair.

A suspenseful horror called Fairground, devoid of supernatural elements, and at its core a story about how far a person will go to be loyal to their loved ones. Perhaps Freckles themself isn’t the main character, although they do have moments where they get the spotlight. They got tangled up in all this because they adore their family… because they wanted to save what they thought was left of it. The ‘father’ of the circus troupe keeps them all as puppets on a string, and all of the members got desperate with his threats. They run their circus, but after the show is over, all the first-stringers take to the shadows to kidnap children who attended the show. The Baron has given them these orders, snapping at them not to question why. All they know is that it, unfortunately, necessitates killing the parents of any child they take. Freckles is one of the most sympathetic characters, crying when they have to be the one to kill and full-on sobbing after they deliver any child to their ‘father’. The film doesn’t have a happy ending, although it does come with a sequel hook.

It’s a ‘slasher’ horror set in a university called Pretty Please, fairly typical as horror films go. The main draw for it is that there isn’t a huge body count, and it’s not quite as gory as some movies in the genre, so a lot of people recommend it as a first watch for someone just getting into horror. (Also, people recommend it for anyone who likes horror focused around LGBT+ characters!) Maurice is a too-eager-to-please, insecure bitch in sheep’s clothing who has a crush on his best friend Edgar. When a new student arrives on campus in the form of Joanne, someone Edgar takes under his wing, Maurice’s jealousy reaches a fever pitch. The most iconic scene involves Maurice, Joanne, and (according to film critics) 20+ stab wounds. The rest of the plot consists of Edgar’s other friends stumbling on clues, whereupon Maurice attempts to pick them off… and, when he tries to kill Herman, paying dearly for it. While others say the plot isn’t anything too wild, it’s still a good pick for anyone having a horror movie marathon.

#horror tw #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Alois #Ciel #Doll/Freckles #Maurice #reaction #general #drama #horror #suspense #AYYYYYYY #one hell of a queue

[betterfettered]

Hihi! I just came across ur account and I’ve been binge reading it~ I love ur work sm!! If you’re taking requests rn can I request a part 2 of yandere blade kidnapping us where it gets to the point where we can’t stop thinking about him and we’re so desperate for him that we start asking people about his whereabouts and we finally find him and you can make up the rest~ The last one was just lowkey angsty and it’s such a cliffhanger! if you decide to write it I would love that smmmm!

Cya! - New Anon

bahaha newnon!! i'm really glad you liked my bladie trash. my brainrot and obsession is real, but these days its a little less feral. i had a hard time writing a part two because i didn't want anything too bad to happen to darling, but...well...blade is bad hahahaha i hope you enjoy it, even though its not smutty!

(Gn!reader x AMAB!yandere, please let me know if reader is gendered)(references to noncon)(violence against reader)(plus size reader 💖🫡)(18+ readers only please, mdni)(Please let me know if I am missing a TW)

[This is fetish content and rape and abuse are disgusting and inexcusable in real life.]

These days you think often about the first day that Blade locked you away. After he’d assaulted you that first time, you only waited long enough that you were absolutely sure he was gone before you got up, hastily wrapping a sheet around yourself and trying not to think about the body fluids that made the threadbare fabric cling to your skin. You were thinking that if you got back to your room and took a really hot shower and got drunker than you’d ever been before, drunk enough that you would come back into your body and cry like crazy but still be able to feel the parts of you that felt ruined even though you could not feel them now, you would spend the next few days nursing the hangover and then go back to business as normal. Of course, you didn’t think that would be enough to pretend that it never happened, but it would be enough for you to get back to normal. You had a family to support. There was not time for “trauma”.

You couldn’t remember what happened between realizing the door was locked and him appearing again, only the terror of what had happened and what was happening and what was going to happen when he returned for you. There was the vague memory of thinking that you didn’t really have the body of a sex slave, that you had fat one could grab here and there and all over, so maybe he was planning to kill you when he returned. These days you wish he had.

 At this point you know it had been three months he kept you, and then another month of recovering in the hospital. Your family had already received an elaborate explanation of where you had been and did not mind your absence because you had mysterious been granted a shockingly lavishly paid leave that partially paid out to them somehow. So now, you just needed to go back to work, maybe call a few friends to chat, maybe spend some of your new money on extraterrestrial deserts or luxury clothing. If only you went to a high end make up store, they could magic the emptiness out of your eyes.

And yet, you still thought of him endlessly.

Conversation with other people felt bounced off of your eardrums uselessly because they did not fixate on fear like you did. The little flashes of sleep you could grab here and there always woke you up screaming, curling up against your pillows and trembling and waiting for violence that existed only in your mind to end. And yet, in those moments of silence when you wondered about the gap between yourself and those around you, you knew that only he would understand. The sick mockery of affection that existed between you two was more comforting to remember than any touches of those around you, which always made you leave your body.

You decided to kill him, unaware how staggeringly naïve that idea was. It was the only thing that could bring your peace.

When you finally find him, he is sitting in a drawing room, his arms around his sword and his attention focused on the far end of the room from you. You close the door behind you as quietly as you can, knowing that you will be found quickly but hoping it will be after you had done this one thing. Watching his hair hanging behind him, this one thing; watching his shoulders square with a deep breath, this one thing; watching him tip his head all the way back so he could see you, his eyes cutting right through you so piercingly that you hands started to shake, struggling to clutch the knife you’d brought. This one thing.

“Do it,” he said.

“Wh-what?”

“If you came to kill me, then do it.”

You don’t respond and so he stands, casting a paralyzing fear over you all over again. You can barely feel your body as he plucks the blade from your grasp, grabbing you by the throat and walking you backwards until you’re held firmly against the wall by his body. You are shaking so badly that the only part of you that didn’t move were your eyes, which are pinned on his face and blurring with tears as he laughs.

“So then if you won’t kill me, is this what you came back for? To be fucked and beaten like trash?”

“I hate you,” you sob.

“Then slit my throat,” he says, the levity leaving his expression and being replace by cold nothing. “Take this knife and do it now.”

You can’t do it. He throws you to the ground, tossing the knife at you carelessly and strides out without even bothering to strip you as a threat. It won’t occur to you until later, when your panic and fury and despair and shame subside, that yet again he’d chosen to leave you alive.

#betty fetty

[bookofmirth]

What's your opinion on Nesta and Rhysand's relationship from how it started in ACOSF to how it ended?

Personally, I dislike how Nesta called Rhysand a "brother" and that he was "always kind to her" (or something along those lines).

I feel that they went 0 to 100 in the book which doesn't make sense because SJM did nothing to show that they were developing a better relationship.

After Nesta's nightmare scene in the book, I thought this was where they would start building a better bond. Rhysand not only saw her trauma, but felt it. He even felt remorse for how he treated her that night. I thought this would mark progress into their relationship and show them interacting differently.

But, the baby plot got in the way and everything went back to revolving around that. Rhysand doesn't even mention Nesta the next day or ask after her.

This is an interesting question! Because I think that they swung violently from one extreme to another, and eventually they have got to find some balance that includes actual understanding of each other, not just "here's what I think of you based on some things I've heard and some shitty first impressions". Or 0 to 100, like you said much more concisely haha

For Rhys, he views Nesta purely in terms of how Nesta has impacted Feyre. Which, fair. I don't blame him for that. Feyre is his mate and wife etc. and it's natural to be defensive or protective of those people. If one of my friends were to dm me right now telling me about something mean that someone did to them, I would automatically hate that person, no questions asked. But... Rhys and Nesta have to exist with one another, so it's not that simple.

For Nesta, Rhys is the Ultimate High Fae, and we know how she felt about them way back in acotar. Why would she give him the benefit of the doubt when another High Fae kidnapped her sister? And others kill humans and would tear down the wall and wreck more havoc? Rhys is the most powerful High Lord and always seems to be in control; he has all the power that Nesta wanted for herself:

Every hated enemy, every moment she’d been powerless against them simmered to the surface. And with each movement of the sword, each breath, a thought formed. It echoed with every inhale, every thrust and block. Never again. Never again would she be weak. Never again would she be at someone’s mercy. Never again would she fail. Never again, never again, never again.

They both came into that relationship with a lot of baggage. They're also both fiercely protective of the people they love, which is not so great when they view each other as a threat to those people. It's like a reverse "the enemy of my enemy is my friend". They were like "the friend of my friend is my ENEMY" hahaha which obviously from our perspective makes no sense. imo they are too similar and you know what they say - the things we dislike in other people are the things we dislike most in ourselves.

SJM said that Nesta and Rhys will continue to have conflict in the upcoming books, and so I agree with you that there wasn't actually any development there and imo sjm recognizes that there is still work to be done. Rhys was able to view Nesta differently, but primarily because of how she saved Feyre, rather than seeing her as an individual. Nesta, same. She hasn't come to any sort of resolution with Rhys. He is her brother, technically, but I think she needs to understand what that relationship could look like. She had that thought in desperation, when she thought she was going to lose Feyre, Nyx, and him. Everyone is a saint at their funeral, right?

#nesta #rhysand #acosf #acotar #ask #anon #thoughts on characters #why am I so full of cliches in this post!!!!

[saralayne]

Chenford What Ifs 🩵💜

Chapter 1 ~ Have You Been Here All Night

2x11 - Day Of Death

As the Wilshire team frantically searched on acres and acres of property for Lucy. She had been kidnapped by what everyone knew now was Rosalyn’s prodigy…Caleb. Wishing they would of come to this realization before she went out with him, no one more than Tim. He was riddled with not only fear but guilt. He had convinced Lucy to go out and get a drink. Even though Lucy wanted to go home. Ironically, Tim wanted to send her off with another man to convince himself, the feelings he had for her weren’t real. Maybe, just a attraction but nothing more. Now, his selfish motives had put her life in danger. And those feelings. Not gone. If anything stronger.

In that moment when Tim spotted her ring on the ground. He knew she had purposely dropped it for when he found her. Even if she was buried under ground, her ring would be a symbol for Tim to find her. As Tim started desperately digging through the dirt and gravel, Wilshire team soon joining him. Pulling her out of that barrel. Tim wasn’t going to let anyone else touch her. He was going to save her. As he breathed air back into Lucy’s lungs. The gasp Lucy let out was the most prominent moment in Tim’s existence. Lucy was uncontrollably sobbing. With gashes, bruises, lacerations on her face, neck and arms. Tim held her close. Whispering in her ear, quiet enough only Lucy could hear. As far as he was concerned, him and Lucy were the only ones there. The only two people in this world. All he wanted in that moment was to make her feel safe and loved. Nothing else mattered. Lucy was trembling with her sobs and truth be told Tim was also shaking. Many feelings consuming him. Relief. Sadness. Regret. Guilt. Love. Lucy had his heart. He knew this before but it was cemented firmly now. In his mind and his heart. He was seconds away from losing her.

“I’ve got you Luc. Your safe now. I’m so sorry”

Later, in the hospital. Lucy had awoken and looked over to her TO sitting in the chair beside her bed. Reading a magazine.

“Have you been here all night?”

“No”

“Mhmm”

Nolan and Grace came into the room. Grace conveying to Lucy she wanted her to stay the night for observation. As Nolan presented her with the most gigantic, pink bunny. Tim couldn’t help but be a little bothered but laughed along. Tim knowing he could match what Nolan was selling.

“You hungry?”

“Starving. You know what I really want?”

“Veggie burger with pickles?”

“You know me so well”

“Too well”

In a short time it was just them again. As Lucy was eating her burger. Feeling Tim not being able to take his eyes off of her.

“Tim, I’m fine. I’m OK. Because of you”

“Luc. I know. Still doesn’t change the fact, that was probably the worst moment of my life as I was pulling you out of that barrel. Almost losing you made me realize some things. Losing you is not an option. And”

“And what?”

“Luc. I’m your TO and your my rookie but I need you to know. I have feelings for you and have for a while. We can’t date but I needed you to know how I feel about you.”

“I feel the same way, Tim”

“Luc. There will come a time where we can date. I’m not giving up on that. EVER. For now, I want you to know I’m gonna be with you every step of the way as you heal. Late night phone calls. Movie nights. Anything you need. Day or night. I’m going to be there for you”

“Thank you Tim for saving me. My hero”

“I will always come for you”

Chapter 2 ~ Why Would You Even Care What I Think

2x17 - Control

More to the conversation in the car.

“Why would you even care what I think?

“Last time I gave you romantic advice, I pushed you towards Caleb and you almost died”

“It wasn’t your fault, it wasn’t mine either”

Lucy really valued Tim’s opinion. She really wasn’t sure about Emmett. She was attracted to him but wasn’t sure what she wanted. Actually, she was but she knew that wasn’t in the cards due to the professional ramifications. Lucy just wanted to move on. Poking fun at Tim, about him being threatened by Emmett’s ‘hunkiness’. That was a way to instil their Lucy and Tim friendship banter. That was all they could have. Knowing Tim had residual feelings on one hand made Lucy feel she didn’t even want to acknowledge another man but knowing neither of them could act on those feelings, Lucy was sure the only move she had was to move forward and try and be happy.

“I’m not threatened by his hunkiness”

“But if I’m being honest, I’m not going to give you romantic advice about another guy. I am fully aware you and I can’t be together as more than TO and Rookie, even friends. But that doesn’t mean watching you move on with someone else is something I want to have a front row seat watching”

“Tim, I get that. I just know there is no scenario where we can have a relationship without ruining our careers. So, what am I supposed to do? Be alone forever because I can never be with the one person I want to”

“I know Luc, I know”

“The only thing I want is for you to be happy. For you to thrive in the LAPD”

“For the record, Tim. You deserve to be happy too. Your an amazing TO and have a lot to look forward in your future. All I want is for you to have happiness”

“Thanks Luc but I don’t see that happening”

“What! Why?”

“Because…I can’t have you”

Chapter 3 ~ A Hug

4x01 - Life And Death

Tim and Lucy settled in at Tim’s house. Lucy was reluctant to staying with Tim. She really didn’t want to be a burden on him. Tim was having none of that nonsense. Lucy had just lost her roommate, her best friend, a constant in her life. There was absolutely no way he was allowing her to go back to her empty apartment with so many memories that would consume her. Selfishly, he wanted to be that constant in her life. He wanted to be the one by her side through anything…good or bad. He wanted to be her comfort through darkness. He was in love with her. Still in a situation where no lines could be crossed, to keep their careers in tact. But tonight that meant nothing to him. Lucy was hurting, her heart was broken in a million pieces and Tim wanted to be the person to pick up those pieces. The despair in her eyes was almost too much to take. Never did he want to see this beautiful girl hurt. It was literally eating him alive. He knew one thing. He needed to be there for the one he loved. If Tim could swap places with her, he would in a heartbeat. Taking away her sadness. Wrap his arms around her, hold her and make the heaviness a little lighter.

Tim laid on the couch, wanting to give Lucy his bed so she somehow could maybe get some rest, even a little sleep. Lucy was having none of that. She was his guest and she already felt like a burden. Not going to take his bed from him. She was fine on the couch. Knowing, not much sleep would be happening. Lucy felt she was going to break down at any time, trying desperately to not in front of Tim. Not wanting him to see her vulnerability. She was aware he would never judge her. Hell, he saw her after the Caleb situation. But still, she has made such strides since then. Always wanting for Tim to see that fearless and strong woman.

“Is there anything you need?”

“The last 24 hours back”

“I’m afraid I don’t have that power”

“A hug”

Tim held her like there was going to be no tomorrow. Wrapping his strong arms around her back with one hand rising up to back of her head. Stroking her long, dark wavy hair. Gosh he loved her.

“Luc, I’m so sorry you lost Jackson. I’m so sorry your hurting. I wish more than anything I could take this pain away for you”

“I know Tim. You are always my comfort. Thank you for the hug. I really needed that. For the first time since this happened, I feel light”

“Go to your bed and get some sleep. I’m gonna try and get a little sleep”

As Tim laid on his bed. Closing his eyes. He heard those same sobs from a couple years ago when he breathed life back into Lucy. Knowing, she probably thought he was asleep and wasn’t hearing her cries. Tears welling up in his eyes. Tim couldn’t take it anymore. All the consequences be dammed. Not crossing lines just didn’t matter anymore. He needed to hold her. Letting her cry into his chest. Cry herself to sleep if that’s what she needed. Exiting his bedroom and making his way to her. She looked so broken and lost. But to Tim, she never looked more beautiful.

“Luc. Can I join you on the couch? Tonight, all that matters is giving you comfort. Making sure that even in this immense darkness, you know you are loved and supported. Move over and let me join you under that blanket”

“Tim, you don’t have to. Just go back to bed. I don’t want you to see me like this”

“Luc. Stop. I am here for you in the good and bad. Remember. I will always walk with you through anything. So, I’m gonna lay with you, hold you and you just cry on my shoulder. Cry yourself to sleep, even. I will be right here”

“Tim…I don’t want to put you in a position we can’t come back from. Crossing lines.”

“Luc. Some things matter more”

Tim laying beside her, holding her tightly without hurting her, of course. This was where he was supposed to be. Comforting her. He had fallen in love with Lucy Chen. He was going to be that light for her in the darkness. As he kissed her temple, they both drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 4 ~ Timothy, Do You Have Feelings For Lucy?

5x01 - Double Down

My fluffy version of Tim and Angela’s talk after “The Practice Kiss”

“You kissed Lucy?”

“NO. Dim kissed Juicy. Or Jake kissed Sava. Whatever. we had to practice being a couple”

“How much did you practice?”

“It was just a kiss. Not that big of a deal”

“Then, why are we talking about it?”

“Because, what if meant more to her?”

“You think Lucy has feelings for you?”

“No”

“Then she probably sees it like you do, just a weird thing you had to do for work”

“Right”

“Timothy, Do you have feelings for Lucy?”

“NO. I’m with Ashley, she’s with Chris. I’m her superior officer…SO”

“All true. Not what I asked”

As Tim was contemplating his response the two best friends were interrupted. Angela didn’t believe what Tim was selling for a second. She could sense he was uncomfortable talking about “the kiss”. Not uncomfortable in a bad way but in a way that was plaguing him. Angela has sensed something for months now. Between interactions they have had. Angela was bound and determined to get him to spill. She would be talking to him when she could get him alone. They were going undercover very soon. Moments later, she texted him to meet her in the break room.

“Lopez. What this ominous text all about?”

“Oh I think you know”

“I really don’t”

“Tim, what the hell is going on? And remember I’m not only your best friend but a damn good detective. I have seen something developing with you and Chen for a while now. I know about all the roadblocks. But that doesn’t mean you aren’t entitled to have feelings and I think you do. I know your with Ashley and I don’t get it. I mean she’s tall and blond. So I see the attraction, but is she gonna make you truly happy? Be honest, did this kiss mean more than just a undercover case?”

“Ummm. Maybe. Ang, I can’t have these feelings. I have a girlfriend, Lucy has a boyfriend. I’m her superior, in her chain of command”

“TIM. STOP. For the love of god, just be honest. All that stuff is true. For now, just admit how your feeling”

“I. I. I think I Love her. I feel bad. Ashley is a great woman. But she’s not Lucy. But again, I can never act on these feelings”

“OK. Let me ask you this. Do you think, these feelings will just disappear in time? Tim, you are going undercover as a couple. There is going to be intimate moments”

“Ang. I’m going to be professional during this op. Yes, we are going to have to come off as intimate. I don’t know what’s going to happen after. All I know is my head is spinning. This hit me like a shockwave. It really started after Jackson died. Im sorry Ang. I know how much he meant to you, too. Just seeing Lucy so broken hearted. All I wanted to do was hold her and make it all better for her. I initially thought. She’s my boot. My friend. I care about her platonically. But when she asked for a hug while she stayed at my place. As I held her, it felt like so much more”

“Tim. I think it happened before that. I saw you when you pulled her out of that barrel. I am convinced, that’s where it really started. Breathing life back into her, literally. That is when your life was changed. Look, Ashley is a good woman. If I’m being honest with you, she is a good distraction from what you really long for”

“I will admit that was a defining moment for us. I really don’t have a answer for when I started having these feelings for her”

“Let me ask you this. If there was ever a way you could be with Lucy. Hypothetically. How would that change things?”

“There would definitely be NO Ashley”

“Well Tim. I think you have your answer. Your not with the right person and you know it. Regardless of the professional consequences, you can’t deny how you feel and who you love. One more thing. Lucy is perfect for you. She challenges you. Puts up with your crap and takes it like a champ. She also has a absolute heart of gold, who feels with her whole heart. You and her could have such a magical life together. Just saying. Think about it. There is always a way. It may not be easy. But there is always a work around”

“You think?”

“Yes. 100%”

“She has Chris. She probably doesn’t share these feelings”

“Tim. Are you for real right now? Have you not seen the way that girl looks at you? Or how she lights up when your in the room. I promise you, there is not doubt how she feels. Chris is your Ashley. Just someone to fill the void”

As officers entered the break room. Their conversation was halted.

“Timothy. Just think about it”

“I will. I promise. Let’s go bring these guys down”

Angela was hopeful, there would be a day where her best friend would be truly happy. Finding a way to be with the one he loves. She had faith that he would fight for Lucy. Knowing, the feelings he had would never go away. Tim had been her best friend for years. Seeing him married to Isobel. Never seeing Tim look at Isobel, the way he looks at Lucy. His boot had forever changed him. Smiling as he walked away.

Chapter 5 ~ Why Didn’t Anyone Tell Me?

5x05 - The Fugitive

Fluffy conversation in the hospital between Tim and Lucy after his surgery. Also a AU. Tim tells Lucy about the breakup with Ashley.

“Why didn’t anyone tell me?”

“ I told everyone to keep you in the dark”

“Why?”

“I didn’t want you to worry”

“So just to be clear. You thought you were paralyzed but you were worried about me?”

“Slow your roll Chen. I was worried about the station”

“Where’s Ashley?”

“I told her to go home, she was exhausted”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m keeping you company”

“I know”

Lucy sat in the chair at Tim’s bedside. Silence through the room. Tim had so much he wanted to confess. Ashley breaking up with him was a little shocking. Right after surgery was not how he ever envisioned being broken up with. It was kinda harsh. I mean, truth be told. Tim knew a ending was inevitable but there is a time and a place. Regardless, he was single again. Which made him happy. But Lucy was still with Chris. He wished, there was a way to know how she was feeling. Knowing Lucy wasn’t going to start a awkward conversation, he knew it was up to him. Baby steps.

“So, I wasn’t honest with you. Actually, I straight up lied”

“What do you mean? About your surgery? Tim…why would you lie…”

“Chen. Simmer. Not about the surgery or my health. I’m OK. I’m gonna make a full recovery. I promise”

“OK. So what then?”

“Ashley didn’t leave cause she was tired. She actually broke up with me?”

“WHAT? WHEN?”

“Right after I woke up from surgery”

“Are you kidding me? Who does something like that? Are you OK? I would be so angry. Actually, I am angry. I would love to give her a piece of my mind. To hurt you like that after you just had emergency surgery. You deserve way better than that.”

Tim couldn’t help but have a glimmer of joy piercing through his heart. Lucy being protective of him. He had always been protective of her. The shoe being on the other foot, felt really good.

“Lucy. It’s OK. It really is. I would of preferred the breakup to happen, maybe when I was out of the hospital. But it was going to happen regardless. The ending was writing on the wall”

“But. You loved her. You were happy”

“I liked her yes. I didn’t love her. And I haven’t been happy in a while”

“Tim…”

“Stop. Lucy. I could never see a future with Ashley. Because…There is someone else.”

“Oh”

Lucy wanted to think he meant her. But she wasn’t sure. She was riddled with fear to ask. The fear of rejection was too much. Lucy knew all the moments they had as a pretend couple was not “basic biology”. She needed to tell Tim it was to protect her heart. Knowing there was no way they could ever be together. Needing to protect her vulnerability. Not sure she could ever recover from that kind of rejection from Tim.

Lucy and Tim sat in silence, again. A conversation to happen at a later time. For now, Lucy needing to show Tim she was always going to be by his side. His support. As she reached for his hand. Fingers intertwined. A moment that needed no words. Everything was changing. Lucy wondering. Could this feeling, moments like this become her reality? Biggest part of her heart was hoping so.

Chapter 6 ~ Not Just A Song

4x17 - Coding

Aftermath Of Trial prep. AU - Tim finding out about Chris humming that song. Chris & Lucy broke up after. There is no Ashley anymore either.

Lucy was emotional. It was the day after the trial prep, she had broken up with Chris. There was a lot of little things that factored in to the breakup. Lucy knew she didn’t truly love Chris and couldn’t see a future with him. She had thought her feelings would eventually grow into love. But after the trial prep, Lucy knew that was the last straw. It still really stung. She thought there was never going to be a man who would measure up to the man she actually loved, the man she could never be with. Regardless, breakups were never easy and Chris’s slip up had really brought back painful memories. Also, realizing the person who had always picked her up through the darkness was also that man she loved but could never have. Tamara came home and could hear sniffling from Lucy’s bedroom. It had been this way for days now. No one knew about the breakup. Tamara was there at the prep and had first hand seen Chris indiscretions, seeing Lucy’s reaction and how to affected her, hurt Tamara. Seeing Lucy having to relive that moment through that one song by someone who supposedly loved and cared about her made her so angry. Tamara also knowing there was only one person who could lift Lucy up. Tamara didn’t care if telling Tim what happened was crossing a line. Knowing that Lucy would of told him if she wanted him to know but somethings matter more. Lucy needed to talk. There was one person that could get her to open up. Tamara pulled out her phone, Dialing.

“T…Hey. Everything ok?”

“Tim. No. I’m worried about Lucy”

“Why. What’s going on? Maybe Chris can help her”

“Tim. Stop. Don’t be petty. Her and Chris broke up after the trial prep. I think it’s hitting Lucy hard. Not the breakup, her heart hadn’t been in it for some time but what he did at the prep is bringing back some painful memories. She’s having trouble handling someone who she thought cared about her would slip up like this.”

“Ok. Hold up. What the hell happened?”

“Well. Chris was getting coffee and started humming the song Lucy sang in the barrel. Lucy looked horrified and she was fighting back tears. And then she asked to watch the video. I advised against that but she wouldn’t listen and now she is down and out”

“I am literally going to kill him”

“Tim. She doesn’t need that right now. She needs you. She loves you so much. I know you love her too, so please help her”

“I’m on my way”

Tim arrived a short while later. Probably breaking some traffic laws in the process. As he knocked on the door, Tamara opened the door immediately.

“Thank you for coming”

“Of course T. I would do anything for her. I got her”

Tim creeped into Lucy’s bedroom. She was laying in bed, absent minded. Not even realizing Tim had come in. Under her eyes and cheeks puffy and red. This sight broke Tim. Seeing her broken like. In this moment he wanted to punch Chris. How dare him be so stupid and not realize what that song would do to her. He couldn’t think about that right now, he needed to be a constant for Lucy. Tim whispered towards her ear.

“Luc. It’s Tim. I’m here. I’m going to climb into bed beside you and keep you company…OK?”

Lucy turned over onto her back, staring at Tim. Just having him there, beside her cracked a smile.

“Tim. What are you doing here? I’m OK”

“Luc. No your not. You know you can’t get anything past me”

Lucy in that moment. Let it all go. Tears filing down her cheeks.

“Did T tell you what happened?”

“Yeah she did. Why didn’t you?”

“I don’t know. You have already had to pick me up so many times. I didn’t want to burden you. It hurts to go back to that moment. I should of never watched that video but after Chris hummed that song. I wanted to prove that I could handle anything. I should be past this now”

“Oh. Babe. No. This was a horrific trauma you endured. Just let it all out. I got you”

Tim holding her felt so natural. Even calling her babe, just felt normal. He knew he couldn’t wait another minute to tell her.

“Luc. I Love You. I know this isn’t the time or even place but I refuse to hold how I feel in anymore. Chris never has deserved you. Your strong, brave and so beautiful. I don’t know how it happened but you have become the love of my life. I can’t fight this feeling anymore. I want to be the man you deserve.

“Tim. Are you serious? I know you care about me and this could be just feeling sorry for me”

“I have never been more serious about anything. And no, I have felt this way for longer than I care to admit”

“Thank god. I love you so much. I was sure you didn’t feel the same. So what now?”

“Well. I think first. I wanna take my beautiful girl on our first date”

“That sounds perfect”

“But for now. I’m gonna snuggle you so you can get some sleep. Close those gorgeous eyes and I will be right here when you wake up”

“Yes sir”

#fanfic #chenford #the rookie #tim bradford #lucy chen #angst with a happy ending #feelings realization #falling in love #pre relationship #developing relationship #established relationship #emotional hurt/comfort #confessions #love confessions #fluff

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Y!Royalty Veins!AU

HELLO THERE! IT'S ME! >:D

So, head ups this ramble will have some mentions of violence, kidnap, and murder! Be warned!

Also, this deals with yandere themes and in no way, shape, or form am I encouraging this! This is fiction and not meant to be taken seriously! Report or call for help if this happens in real life!

Okay, warnings over now onto the context to this ramble!

Main AU Plot Points -

So, first off, I'm making this clear (if you haven't read the tags) that Izuku and Tomura are related! Yandere Tomura is strictly a platonic yandere not romantic! So, please don't come after me. :D

Izuku and Tomura are both reincarnations from KNY that have been reborn in MHA.

Now, I'm still unsure if I should make them a reincarnation of actual KnY characters or just that they lived in the same period as demons or were supporting characters. I'm leaning on not making them actual characters because I have an idea on how their past lives went, here's what I got:

Izuku was to be wed to a woman of higher status, Izuku was and still is the younger of the two, Tenko back then was an odd fellow. He was very protective of his younger brother and while he didn't like Izuku's fiance, he didn't disapprove of the marriage towards the end because the girl was genuine nice and made his little brother smile and feel loved.

Someone worth of tolerance.

However, there wedding never happened after a demon, maybe an upper or lower moon that resembles All for One, crashed into their little home, and, at a desperate attempt to keep Tenko alive, Izuku sacrificed himself to let Tenko live.

Why?

Izuku loved his big brother, he kept him alive, and took care of him when they were younger. Their parents died of an illness and they were rather poor but they made do with what they had. Izuku felt, during the moment, like it was his turn to protect Tenko after having being a supposed burden on him.

He wasn't.

Izuku was more kinder and docile between the two but carried a fierce and determined charisma despite being smaller than average. Which is how he was able to score someone of higher status, she fell in love by Izuku's kindness and determination despite being lesser than her.

Tenko was more quiet and brash, spiting out words of cruelty, and disliking anyone and everyone. He was rumoured to be a rude and mean big brother. However, the fiance was determined to marry Izuku despite the rumours Tenko had. She grew to like how protective and soft he was with his little brother and at some point she won over, well scored, Tenko's trust on letting her marry Izuku!

The demon accident, left the two distraught and while people blamed Tenko, the fiance did not, she helped Tenko move and escape his ceil and while she married into another household, she never stopped loving Izuku. She was unhappy with the marriage and at some point took her own life.

Tenko on the other hand, ran far away, and carried hatred and disgust after the accident. He felt empty and hallow and never once tried to open up again. He cared for Izuku very much, he was the older of the two! He was a big brother and yet he failed to do his job right.

Tomura grew up and became a demon slayer and rose through the ranks to where he became a Hashira, however, I don't think it will be the same Taisho Era Hashira, maybe a past one? Not clearly sure and I have no idea what breathing style he would use.

He died killing the demon (that turned into Uppermoon Six, perhaps) and dragging him down with him.

Tenko/Tomura hates the colour red.

Tomura is the first one, between the two, to remember their past life. He remembers vividly of the past of an older brother failing to protect his little brother. He doesn't recall them right away, his memory is choppy, and foggy at first.

Keep in mind, that Tenko first got his memories as a child and had a hard time comprehending who and why he was remembering this. He had to deal with his father and quirk awakening while also being basically brainwashed by All for One during this time. It wasn't his priority until later.

However, he recalls the colour of emerald green, a bright yet determined smile, and of boy. He meets this boy during the USJ attack.

Tomura was very confused on why the boy in the USJ resembled the boy in his dreams. It became more of a problem after hearing his name and colour. The emerald green jump starting the past that they shared.

Tomura finally understands when the attack of the summer camp happens. When he met the boy, Midoriya Izuku, in the mall, he was able to observe him more clearer and have a closer look. It was probably a coincidence that they look so alike.

Tomura basically asks his usual question on why the public was talking about Stain this, Stain that, and afterwards asks, in a rather vague way, about his life. Not directly of course, Tomura just wanted to know something.

After he gets his answers, it will be only a matter of time till he got Izuku in his grasp again.

Meanwhile, Izuku here is in denial, he got his memories in similar fashion like Tomura but instead on figuring them out, he pushes them away. He denies them.

I'm thinking the main reason why is because Tomura is a villain. Izuku doesn't want to think about the possibility he's actually related to someone who probably killed many or because some of his past life influences him till this day. Izuku back then loved and cared for his big brother despite his flaws, however, his "big brother" now is but a villain. Izuku now sees that and refuses to believe any kinship.

He denies it which frustrates Tomura because he wants Izuku to remember so he can start over. So, they can start over in their new life.

Other plot points I failed to mention -

One thing I definitely have planned is that AFO and Tomura have a rocky relationship. This Tomura hates the colour red, he hates but is fixated on AFO, he didn't know why till later.

During the Summer Camp, Tomura specifically asks for Izuku to be kidnapped, not Bakugou, the "Get Bakugou" is a decoy for their actual goal.

Izuku knows there's something off about himself from the beginning. There are certain skills and a fog in his memory that catch him so off guard he wonders if he's okay sometimes. He doesn't dig too deep about it for a number of reasons.

One of the other reasons was to leave it alone.

Will Izuku remember eventually? Yeah, he'll remember but he will have a hard time coming to terms with his memories and past life. It will not go smoothly.

Finally, what happens at the end? Izuku is trapped in the grasps of Tomura, Tenko once upon a time, and he will not be escaping anytime soon. :)

If I'm being honest, this is an older idea in my series of "Yandere Dekubowl," (which can be found in my AO3) I haven't posted this idea because I couldn't figure out how to type it out. It felt fine but there's something missing about it. I might figure it out later on but who knows. :]

I think I explained this decently? These were in my fanfic book ideas and I decided "Hmm, why not share it?" So, I did. :P

Anyways, that's all I have today, thank you for reading my ramble and I shall go back into the abyss.

#izuku midoriya #tomura shiragaki #boku no hero academia #mha aus #kimetsu no yaiba #my hero academia #brother au #yandere tomura shigaraki #yandere #izuku & tomura are related in this au! #reincarnation #unhappy ending #bad ending #platonic yandere

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Dist?

Why I like them:

I really enjoy Liam O'Brien's voice work, especially in villain/smug roles, and his performance as Dist is great. Dist brings some excellent humor, but on a more thematic level, he really ties Jade's childhood into the narrative, moreso than Nephry and even Peony. I like that there's a sense that Jade could be like him, just as obsessed with the past, not caring about who he has to hurt to achieve his goal of restoring the professor. In fact, Jade has been like him, so in that way Dist gives an indirect look at a younger, more immature Jade. Just another reason to wish the game employed more flashbacks. On that note, I also like seeing him as a kid in the anime – I feel sorry for the little guy.

Why I don't:

His treatment in-game feels homophobic at times, and I feel like the game doesn't go far enough to humanize him. He's an object of pity, and we feel the weight of Jade's remorse on his, “Farewell, Saphir” line. But the game hasn't really allowed us to see that serious side of their past/relationship. I also wish the game had Dist piloting his machines when you fight them, because it would feel more direct and personal.

Favorite scene:

Maybe when he kidnaps Noelle? It's such a flip to suddenly see him as a credible villain, one who's even backed Jade into a corner.

Favorite line:

Oh, there's lots of good ones – “You're all just jealous of my beauty!”, him calling the team the Jade Gang, him referencing his revenge journal. But I'm a sap for melodramatic moments, I like the sort of sad vainglory in his “Professor Nebilim, I'm coming,” delivery.

Favorite outfit:

Has he gotten any other outfits in the escort titles? I think he's wearing a Malkuth uniform in some art, but I have to give the win to his sharp suit and feather collar.

OTP:

I don't have an otp for him, but when it comes to shipping him, who would I pick? I wasn't ever really on board with JadeDist because Jade always seemed to be completely dead-set against him. And not in a I'm trying to cover something up, baka sort of way, just a disgusted way. But then I read your ship manifesto and I realized that, in the words of Mrs Potts, there may be something there that wasn't there before. You make a really good case for Jade's treatment of him being singular and hinting at something deeper.

That being said, were I writing Dist and pairing him up, I think I'd probably lean towards a male OC who was fairly sweet and low-key because I feel like I'd want to see Dist being nurtured and taken care of after his messed-up twenties and thirties. But this unknown guy would also, like, have to be capable of not budging an inch, because Dist may end up reforming himself post-game, but he's still going to need some supervision.

BROTP:

We never really get any sense of what Peony's and Dist's dynamic is, so I'd love to see that explored. They both have rather showy, theatrical sides (and a disregard for convention), so I think they might get up to lots of wacky, potentially politically unsound hijinks.

Head Canon:

I haven't developed any, but I like the idea of him getting better after the game and helping with moving fomicry forward (in a more humane way).

Unpopular opinion:

I don't know of any?

A wish:

I think the guy needs to be taken care of. He needs a person, or people. I think he, like Luke and Natalia, desperately wants a feeling of permanence and connection, of being accepted and of knowing he's loved. For a long time, he got those feelings from Nebilim, and when she died, that was a huge psychological break. But he also got that from Jade, so he presumably was able to cope. But then Jade (in his mind) betrayed him, and then he's right off the deep end, prepared to kill most of humanity just to further his scientific (but mostly personal) goals. I think it's really sad that he probably thinks his best days are behind him in his childhood, so I want him to push on and be better and make good connections with people.

Please-don't-ever:

...leave him alone to freeze into a popsicle at Keterberg?

5 words:

obsessive, grandiose, innovative, fragile, lonely

My nickname for them:

None. At least I don't call him Dist the Runny.

#dist the reaper #tales #tales of the abyss #tales of the abyss spoilers #meta #i haven't given dist the all the consideration he deserves #i enjoyed doing this one a lot #bibliophileemily

[containatrocity]

Familiar Scars

Gore tw, mentions of kidnapping.

He's never been obvious about it.

"What's your name, kid?" "Tyler..." "Okay, Tyler, well, it's cold out, and it's late, and you're naked as the day you were stitched, so why don't you come on down from there, an' me and you will have some cocoa at th' ranger station?" "Okay." And that had been how it started, hadn't it? A spacy teenage boy close to dark, out in the woods where he didn't belong. Duck had dressed him in clothes too big and made him a spot in the ranger station during his watch. He would have done it for anyone, kind despite his personality and temper- but Tyler was different- he saw the world through a lens that Duck could never pretend to understand, one that saw good in everything he encountered, where Duck himself saw only the cruelty of others, idling below the surface- mankind was capable of just as many horrors as the monsters outside, and Tyler had experienced them. but still he loved the world and the people in it with a fervor that almost made him... jealous.

He's never been obvious about it.

"Mr. Duck!" "Hey, Ty, just bringin' by some kills we ain't using for the commune." He had held up a bundle of rabbits, and the young man- not a boy anymore, really- had run over, hugged him around the waist. "You behavin' yourself?" "Sure am, Mr. Duck! Here I can help you carry stuff, man." Duck allowed it, passing over a few rolls of pelts and leather, leaving the hanging creatures slung over his shoulder. They'd made the walk around the commune to find Sunflower together, Tyler telling him about his day, Duck happy to listen. It was often a lot of listening, on his part, letting Tyler ramble and ask questions as they occurred to him- and Duck did his best to answer dutifully, when the time came- no matter how odd they may have been. He doesn't stay long- his aid to the commune extends only to his extra catches- not listening to Sunflower preach about safety in numbers, or whatever it is she uses to recruit- and he takes his leave, fluffing Tyler's hair gently. "you be good, now." "Yessir Mr. Duck, sir." Duck knows he means it.

He's never been obvious about it.

"Why do you keep goin' out to help me?" "Because it's the right thing to do, Ty." "You act like you're so mean all the time- you've never been mean to me, man." "Because you haven't earned it... Go to sleep, kid, I've only got 2 hours before I'm back on watch." "Okay. Hey, Mr. Duck?" "Yeah, Tyler?" "I love you man." "......" He learns quickly that Tyler is loose with love and affection, in a way Duck never could be. He never returns the favor in words, but actions, keeping the younger man out of trouble- answering calls to come get him, when he's dissociated somewhere, the association with safety he's garnered with Tyler one he doesn't take lightly. The world had failed him time and again- had him kidnapped then stranded in Huntsville, arrested him in his youth. It's why when he sees him at the hoedown dressed to his best with flowers for Kitty between his own dance with Percy, Duck can't help but smile- watch him love the way he feels like only Tyler can. They're cute, he reasons, and if anybody in this town deserved to be happy, unashamedly, unquestioningly happy- it was Tyler.

He's never been obv- THE DOOR!

Hysterics and chaos. Duck glancing up from where he and Tyler had been conversing- the younger man tucked close to his side- to witness the rush for the door, Rusty abandoning his place to book it with the group- Duck withdrawing his sidearm and starting off behind the swarm desperate to shut the door- only for his knee to tweak because he dares to run. He tries to ignore spires of pain but reaches the door late- just in time to watch ghostly hands grab Tyler by the shoulders and yank him outside- just in time for Alice to collapse into his chest. He takes a moment, to look for his daughter- Where's Wren he wonders, through the madness- spotting exactly what Rusty had been bolting for now- the girl held far away from the madness in the ranger's iron grip-, his hands over her ears. He'd likely been looking for Sissy- but too far from her at the time to help- he'd found Wren instead. It takes only seconds to calm that fear and focus on the moment.

Blood streaks snow and the sound of skin tearing and bone cracking is one he knows well, prepping meat on his own- watching unlucky fools who ignore the town's warnings wander off into the woods at night. But its different here. He wants to go out behind him, wants to throw that door back open and find some way to save what surely was one of the few kind hearts still left in this town. He knows better than to obey that want, holding Alice close and trying his best to comfort an old friend.

Tyler falls quiet. and the beasts lose interest, moving back to stare into windows and whisper to the people inside. Duck's mind goes numb, and he untangles from Alice. He walks to a table, sitting down and reaching down his thigh- unholstering a flask he'd left alone for weeks now. He unscrews the lid now, emptying the contents and trying to focus on the way it burns his throat and chest instead of the way he aches. The screams. The knowledge that when the sun comes up, and the storm passes, it's a friend he'll bury, not some out of town idiot. He wonders for a moment, as tears sting in green eyes, if he should have been more obvious about it.

"Okay. Hey, Mr. Duck?" "Yeah, Tyler?" "I love you man." He grunts, rolls over. It's only when Duck's alarm wakes him, and Tyler is still fast asleep, wrapped in a blanket on a cot hundreds of feet up in the air, that Duck sighs.

"Love you too, kid."

He just hopes he did enough, while he could. "Alright, everybody, show's over." He calls, voice strong despite the way he aches. "Everybody move back from th' door. Don't look out the windows, you know the drill." The least he can do is keep Tyler's memory something comforting.

Not a husk in the snow.

#d.musings #d.headcanons

[tafferling]

So I had a some lore ideas about DL2, especially with now having played through a few times. I don't think Waltz, or Colonel Williams(The Burcher) were inherently evil, per se. Were they 100% good? No. But they weren't evil. Waltz seemed to care greatly for all of those children in his care, and I'm sure he didn't want to be doing what he was any more than they wanted to be there. I have a feeling he was desperate to find a cure, not only for Mia's sake, but for humanity as well. I also don't buy that the GRE wasn't secretly wanting to weaponize THV, possibly even creating bioweapons. Thus testing on all of those kids, plus I guarantee they probably tested on prisoners and others, anyone they could get away with that the world wouldn't likely miss. The GRE and the world's leaders and militaries likely were trying to make weapons to win wars, as world powers tend to do. I honestly also don't believe Colonel Williams was responsible for the chemical bombings of Villedor, I'm sure he had knowledge, yes, but directly responsible? No. I think that other guy, I forget his name right now, I believe he was more directly responsible. Hell, Jack Matt was more evil, he apparently had orders to evacuate and chose not to, plus he wanted Col. Williams dead so badly, and I wonder why? Probably because Col. Williams knew that Jack Matt ignored the evacuation orders, and that was a loose end he couldn't afford to have, because if it got out that the so called Savior of Villedor aka Jack Matt had let all those people die? Not good for his image, I'd wager. He would be finished as the leader of the PK and I bet there'd be loads of pissed off civilians, and other PK, gunning for his head.

I LOVE ALL OF THIS

Anyway!

I have a lot of thoughts on the Dying Light villains and its story line.

More so now that I've made headway with my outline, because the more I think about it the less sense it makes.

Waltz. Totally agree with you. He looked after the kids and he was very likely just trying so hard to find a cure (or, you know, just get Mia through this), like you said. That's the impression we get based on the messages we find, from when Aiden remembers how things really were, and based on the notes the kids themselves wrote.

But. He still had children kidnapped. He still held them hostage. What he did was not right, not by a long shot.

Though let's assume he does it for the love of his child.

... and then he goes completely off the rails. I bought Waltz as a villain who was just straight up a villain, before we knew Mia was his daughter and how she was the driving force behind all of this. I stopped buying him when he was turned tragic by his struggle and his obsession to cure her led him to make a decision to murder everyone in Villedor because for some reason its their fault, when he had the means, the MEANS, THE MOMENT HE HAD THE KEY, to give Villedor AND HIS DAUGHTER life. He must have known what they had stored in X-13. He absolutely knew where it was, at all times (since that is where he did his experiments).

So instead of going "hey we found a key, we can get all those supplies and I can cure my daughter :3" he must have indicated to Dylan and anyone else involved in this that he was going to do something absolutely terrifying, causing Dylan to try and get the key out of the city.

Good job, Waltz.

Was it the compound? Is that was twisted him around so badly? So quickly? And what's up with the hecking timeline.

Report 13, 2036. "Funds are gone. Ran out of test subjects. Jabbing myself now with the compound." What funds? Who funded you? It's 2036, are you saying you were getting literal funds from Williams? Who you are supplying with souped up soldiers? And he ran out of funds? *record scratch* I buy resources. If you swap funds with resources (which is one of the many things I change 'cause I'd lose my mind if I didn't), then the drive to crack open X-13 makes more sense.

Report 20/2036. He sounds more excited. "Lucas found the key! Sent Dylan and a team over to Old Villie to investigate!"

Report 23/2036 He sounds sad. Collected. "Six months since funds ran out. 20 since last improvement. If its true that Lucas found the key then X-13 is the only hope."

Btw all those are dated with 130th day into the year being the latest time stamp, which would make it May, but it's clearly autumn during the game. You can see the seams where the story was patched together after they lost Avellone (which I am not sad about, btw) and the hints indicate something that made more sense.

See, when Aiden arrives in Villedor, Lucas was just murdered. A few days ago. But, you can still hear dialogue of people lamenting that they haven't seen their families in months because of the blockade, which never made any sense to me until I heard Waltz's recordings and figured out the original plan maybe had Old Villedor and the Central Loop disconnected for much much longer.

So. Uh. Sorry, I got carried away. And I wanna scream so much more, but I'd be spoiling like half of the Monsters, We. if I did and I kinda don't want that. If you want me to scream pop into my DMs :3

Oh. Yeah. Williams. This dude confuses me. Supposedly he's the same guy as in the Banshee comic?! And that's Villedor?! I don't buy it?! 'cause gee, talk about comic book villain. Literally and figuratively. And I thought Waltz was supposed to be inspired by Resi Wesker.

Also when I say "I don't buy it" what I mean is: I have heard you, canon. I choose to ignore you.

So did he order the chemical bombing? Fucked if I know. Maybe? Depends if you subscribe to the comic book dude being Williams, which I doubt cause didn't he choke on some of that gas at the end? But then again the banshee with the cure dangling off her neck was in the DL2 trailer and that was in Villedor so, ya know.

But I am also still trying to wrap my head around the inefficiency of the fail-safe protocol which Williams originally stopped (that was one of the first things I smothered with a pillow for Monsters, We.), which is "Let's send a handful of rockets. At a long interval. :3 :3 :3 For no other reason than to give the protag time to stop it but also give us a moral choice :3 :3 :3"

And look at that, I got carried away again.

And I haven't even touched the GRE secretly working on furthering their bioweapons research. *hides Monsters, We. Kyle Crane under a tarp* They'd NEVER. *shocked face*

(They did, they totally did. The GRE were mostly a bunch of wankers.)

I should stop. I will stop.

HAVE A GREAT DAY

#Dying Light 2 #Headcanons are fun #Don't take my rambling too serious I am just very invested in this franchise #I love Dying Light 2 and have nothing but respect for the writers and devs #But at the end of the day canon is a sandbox to me and I like knocking over and rebuilding stuff

[im-going-into-cardiac-arrest]

FNAF:SB Human AU Headcanons / Timeline

The band is called “Freddy and the Animals” and they usually preform for children at a diner owned by Freddy’s dad

Monty and Roxy already knew each other before the band

Foxy commits suicide 7 months after he lost his hand and eye due to an accident on stage. He felt useless because he couldn’t play the keyboard as well as he used to and was causing the band to lose money

Freddy meets Monty and Roxy at a bar while grieving Foxy and the band becomes good friends with them

Bonnie dies in the car accident that leaves Monty permanently scarred. Monty was driving and some fans blame him

This was when his anger issues got out of hand. He and Bonnie were besties and he already blamed himself enough

The band starts to become less popular overtime. Desperate, their new producer (Vanessa) puts Roxy and Monty in place of Bonnie and Foxy

The band becomes more popular than ever, and with their name changed to “The Glamrocks” they become extremely rich and famous

The company upgraded to a Pizza Plex / living quarters for the band

Nobody is happy. No one.

Freddy hardly ever comes out of his room, only interacting with other people to preform and do meet and greets.

Chica developed an eating disorder, her bingeing habits causing her gain and lose weight rapidly. She misses Foxy and Bonnie dearly. She sneaks into Freddy’s room in the night just to lay in bed with him, making sure he’s still breathing and his heart is still beating

Monty’s anger issues got worse with the passing time, still blaming himself for Bonnie, damaging his room and his own body in atonement for his sins. He starts to resent Freddy because Monty has seen Chica and Roxy suffering, but never Freddy. He mistakenly assumes that the fame has gotten to Freddy’s head, causing him to forget about the rest of them (Bonnie included)

Roxy’s self esteem worsened, thinking herself a replacement for someone she never got to know. The guilt eats her alive, so she puts on a face of confidence and arrogance. Some of the older fans constantly harass her, sending her hate mail and calling her a Foxy knock off. She wishes she could’ve met Foxy before he passed.

Gregory is a foster kid who snuck into the Pizza Plex for a warm place to sleep after he ran away from an abusive foster home. Unfortunately, he was locked in after they closed the Plex early due to Freddy fainting on stage

Freddy woke to find Gregory hiding in his coatrack after hours. He nearly returned Gregory to Michael Afton (the security guard on duty) until Gregory basically begged him not to

Freddy felt bad, so he took Gregory to the first aid station to get a cut on his face bandaged

Michael found them ☹️

But dw, Gregory cried and it reminded him of Evan so he decided to help them out (everything’s pretty much the same, except William owned Chucky Cheese and he got arrested instead of the spring trap soul thing.)

Vanessa wants to return poor Greg to the foster fam, but Fred and Mike ain’t having it

Freddy let’s Gregory stay at the Plex for a day or two before deciding it’s time for him to meet his band

Chica immediately loved him

Monty was scared he was gonna hurt him, but he warmed up to him quickly. At first, Gregory thought Monty hated him and avoided him for a few days. That changed almost immediately bc he caught Monty trying to play DDR and failing miserably. The burns Gregory delivered were SCALDING

It took Roxy a while to get super close to Gregory bc he just kept roasting her. Then she witnessed him roasting Monty and she laughed her ass off. They have a playful love/hate relationship. She’s the cool aunt

“I’m ur favorite, right?” “Nah, u suck. Loser, lmao. U have green hair and pronouns” “yea, I’m ur favorite”

She was, in fact, his favorite (besides Freddy, ofc)

Eventually, Mike got worried ab the police finding out they basically kidnapped a child, so he filed a report on the foster house and had a nasty custody battle w the state. He and Freddy have shared custody of Gregory at the moment. Until they have the chance to file for adoption, they’re currently considered his foster parents. He lives full time with Michael, but he comes to work with him every day, so he might as well live at the Pizza Plex too

Monty taught Gregory to swear and Freddy nearly had a heart attack hearing him say fuck for the first time

The band is in grief counseling and group therapy. Mike recommend them to his therapist and counselor after he got really close with the band

Freddy and Monty repaired their relationship and Monty is in anger management classes :3

#fnaf #fnaf sb #five nights at freddy's #fnaf security breach #security breach #freddy fazbear #glamrock freddy #monty gator #montgomery gator #monty fnaf #chica the chicken #chica fnaf #glamrock chica #foxy fnaf #foxy the pirate #fnaf roxy #roxy wolf #roxanne wolf #gregory fazbear #gregory fnaf #fnaf gregory #michael afton #mike afton #michael fnaf #mike fnaf #mike schmidt #eggs benedict #human au

[the-lone-witch-and-secret-room]

Camila Noceda and Flawed Parenting

A perspective by a flawed person with loving but extremely flawed parents

I’m genuinely baffled at some people’s hostile reaction towards Camila. Like… do any of you have flawless parents that always know the best solution instantly, make no mistakes and never get emotional?

My parents are great. They’re super supportive and I love them very, very much. Overall I think I got very lucky in the parents department.

But god, they are far from flawless. I still live at home, and despite all the good, there’s moments when I can’t take my dad anymore. He’s the kind of dad that stayed up until two am to help me with homework when I was in school, and he does so, so many things to make sure I’m happy. I know that. But despite all of this, I have told my mom in emotional moments before that I’m not sure if I can keep living with him, because for all his good sides, he has a couple of fatal flaws that sometimes make him unbearable.

My mom listens to me and is very open to being educated on certain topics, but she has her flaws, too. She hates when I fight with my dad, and gets so torn up about it that I’ve once apologized to my dad out of fear of her getting into a car crash otherwise. She’s very vocal about certain flaws of mine, and sometimes uses the things she does for me as leverage against me when she gets very emotional.

And both of my parents pay a lot more attention to my brother because he needs it more, because he’s more of a “problem child” while I “seem so capable” even when I’m not.

And guess what? I’m not a perfect child. I make mistakes sometimes, some of them pretty severe. Just like Luz, I’m the kind of person that struggles to communicate certain issues of mine to her parents. I’m stubborn, and when I get emotional, I say very hurtful things sometimes. So do they.

And this has nothing to do with my parents being horrible or abusive. They’re neither of those things.

The takeaway from this should not be that my entire family is made up of terrible people, but that we’re all flawed in our own ways, despite loving each other and trying our best. There’s things about my parents I wish I could change, and there are things about me that my parents wish they could change. And to an extent, that’s perfectly normal.

In our strengths and flaws and frustration with each other, we’re all human.

Specific, spoiler-y Camila and Luz things under the cut since this got very long.

We have no indication that Camila has a pattern of emotionally manipulating Luz. Her “emotional manipulation” as I’ve seen some people put it, is people for some reason thinking that the second you become an adult, you’re suddenly perfect and can no longer make mistakes, lest you’ll be dubbed horrible and abusive.

The whole concept is absurd to me. There is no perfect way to parent. There simply isn’t. Of course, there’s some genuinely abusive patterns that are horrible and inexcusable. But out of the parenting styles that aren’t, which one works depends on a number of factors, one of which absolutely includes that every child is different and has different needs. Camila is an amazing parent for Vee, giving the kid everything she’s ever longed for. She’s not an ideal parent for Luz. And that’s because Luz and Vee have fundamentally different needs.

Likewise, Luz is a pretty great child for Eda, but not a perfect fit for Camila. Luz relates to Eda a lot more than she relates to her mom, and that’s why the two of them have an easier time understanding each other. Both of these mother-child relationships exist, and one is not more doomed to fail than the other, but I think you’ll agree that the better you understand someone and where they’re coming from, the easier it is to communicate, pick up on certain signs, etc.

As mom and daughter, Camila and Luz are both flawed and have issues seeing the other’s perspective because of how different they are. And we should simultaneously acknowledge both of their roles in the issue and give both of them the space to learn and grow past those issues.

Luz struggles to communicate her problems. She doesn’t want to burden people in the demon realm, and it’s a given that this started out as not wanting to burden her mom. So she keeps quiet about her issues. Camila tries hard but can’t read her daughter’s mind, so there’s only so much she can do to understand and help the way Luz needs her to. Hell, Eda, who Luz is a lot more open with than her mom, struggles to help her, because Luz doesn’t tell her what’s wrong. I don’t see anyone calling Eda a terrible mom for that.

Camila tries her best, but she struggles to understand her daughter because of this, and because of how fundamentally different they are. She loves Luz’s creativity, we actively see her supporting it in the new episode—she keeps the weird stuff Luz made because she thinks Luz will regret throwing it away, and even plays along in what she assumes to be some elaborate role play because “she’s glad Luz kept her creativity even though it’s not made things easy for her at school”. But at the beginning of the show, said creativity got out of hand and people got hurt. Luz could’ve gotten hurt. So of course Camila had to interfere. I love Luz dearly, but she thought it was okay to bring snakes to school and set off fireworks inside a school building. Creativity is great. Doing reckless stuff that causes people to get hurt is not.

In sending Luz to camp, Camila tried to have someone else fix her issue because she didn’t know how to help Luz. That was a mistake, and a bad one at that, but she’s realizing that. She looks disheartened when Vee tries to throw out Luz’s stuff, because she never meant to change her daughter or take that part of her away. She just thought Luz needed a reality check—which, for the record, is something the narrative actually agrees with.

Luz spends her time in the demon realm getting reality check after reality check, realizing that even her ideal fantasy world where she has everything she always wanted doesn’t mean she’s free of consequences. She goes overboard constantly, causing:

-Eda to be forced to fly into a trap because Luz is chasing a fantasy (Witches before Wizards)

-Eda to almost be branded by her sister because Luz doesn’t think through why Eda doesn’t use magic to publicly announce her presence constantly (Once Upon a Swap)

-Eda and the twins to get kidnapped by a Slitherbeast because Luz stole Amity’s wand (Adventures in the Elements)

-Her friends to get hurt when she goes overboard trying to help Willow (Wing it like Witches)

-Eda to be captured and almost petrified because Luz thought she could just steal from the Emperor with no consequences in an attempt to help (Agony of a Witch)

I’m like 90% sure these aren’t even all. None of those make her a terrible person, for the record, but as all humans are, she is flawed and makes bad choices. She learns from these experiences and matures, just like her mom had hoped she would at camp. She’s also made friends there, which was another thing Camila wanted for her daughter.

You’ll probably realize that a lot of Luz’s behaviors I mentioned follow one of two patterns: 1. Luz’s idealized fantasy world causing problems, when she walks around with rose tinted glasses and gets people in trouble in the process because she hasn’t thought about the consequences, and 2. Luz trying to help someone she loves, but instead making things worse in the progress. The issue with this one is often that she doesn’t communicate her ideas/listen to the people she’s trying to help—like when Willow and Gus said they’ve had enough of Grudgby, or how she never actually talks to Eda about the healing hat idea before doing something reckless.

…does the latter one sound familiar to you at all? No? Because it’s the exact same thing that Camila did.

Some of the things Luz does are reckless and actively endanger others and herself, and that’s something that I think we need to acknowledge before judging Camila. As Luz’s mom, it’s Camila’s job to interfere in those situations. That she made a mistake while trying to protect Luz doesn’t make her a terrible person, especially as, again, the narrative proves her right to an extent.

I’m not saying her making Luz promise to come back and stay isn’t something that hurt Luz—it absolutely is. But it was born out of desperation. She’s emotional and in shock. She’s so full of pain and regret. She just wants her fourteen year old daughter home safe, and there’s nothing abusive or even morally ambiguous about that.

From Luz’s perspective, what she says is absolutely heartbreaking, but from Camila’s, it’s perfectly reasonable. I doubt Camila has the full picture, but even if she does, she’s had a full fifteen seconds to process that her daughter has not only been lying to her for months, but chose to leave her, and is in the demon realm of all places. Of course she’d be emotional and upset about that! Who wouldn’t? Camila isn’t a robot. If she’d been calm about this I’d be way more concerned, honestly.

My parents don’t get mad that easily, but if I would lie to them for weeks on end, they’d be pissed off too, not even taking the running away from home part into account. That’s a normal thing. People don’t like being lied to. Camila is absolutely devastated in that moment because she’s scared that Luz left because she hates her, when Luz actively states that her leaving wasn’t about her mom—which is another thing we should really be acknowledging.

Abusive parents suck and abuse should obviously never be apologized or trivialized, but saying something hurtful in the heat of the moment isn’t the same thing as being an abusive parent. My parents have done this. I’ve done this. And yes, those things can be emotionally manipulative, but there’s a huge difference in whether that’s a habit or a person speaking out of hurt and desperation in a very specific context. I doubt there’s anyone on the entire planet that hasn’t had a bad moment where they’ve said something like this because they were hurting. People lash out when they hurt, and they beg for reassurance when they’re scared. That’s something we all do.

The whole mindset of “all parents have to be perfect and can never get upset or make any mistakes” is harmful as hell, and honestly also very unrealistic. No parent is perfect, and especially people like me who have a relationship with their parents that’s very good overall should know that.

Once you have a child, parenting is a non-stop learning process, every day for the rest of your life. Taking away that room to grow and expecting perfection isn’t helping anyone, especially not struggling single parents.

And I see Camila as someone who is very willing to learn, because at the end of the day, all she wants is for Luz to be happy. Let’s give her some time to wrap her head around this whole situation. Let’s see what she says once she sees for herself how happy Luz is in that world, may it be via the videos eventually coming through or Camila visiting and meeting Luz’s found family, her friends and her girlfriend.

Ultimately, I don’t think Camila will force Luz to stay at home, but we have to give her some time. She wants what’s best for Luz, and she’s gonna need some convincing that a dangerous magical world is what’s best. I feel like that’s very normal considering the circumstances.

Her and Luz need to work on their communication on both ends, they both have things to learn, but I’m certain they’ll manage to fix their relationship in the long run.

If the bunk bed is any indication, I think Vee is gonna stay in the human realm permanently while Luz sleeps at home but keeps attending Hexside in the daytime. That feels like a solution that keeps everyone happy, and allows Luz to spend time with all the people she loves. I can’t see her being forced to choose at the end.

As a closing statement: Eda isn’t an ideal mom, Amity isn’t an ideal friend or girlfriend and neither is Luz, Lilith isn’t an ideal sister… but that’s because no one is ever an ideal anything. Being flawed is a big part of being human. Everyone has different facets to their personality. Their flaws are what makes them such great, relatable, believable characters.

And I feel the same way about Camila. She’s an extremely believable character that reminds me of my own parents, flawed but very loving nonetheless.

(Also honestly, I think it’s pretty telling that some of you guys immediately bash the black single mom that’s obviously trying her hardest while giving the benefit of the doubt to Alador, who has been portrayed as neglecting and threatened his six year old daughter on screen. This was already a thing before we knew much about either of them, and I’m disappointed but unfortunately not very surprised that it still is.)

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