#I feel like people try to erase curly's guilt or make him worse than he is

[styxisms]

Alright some stuff for my personal mouthwashing headcanons with a main focus on my two favs. Going to be under a read more. Mind the content warnings

Anya

Comes from a poor background. Wanted to be a doctor but can't get into medical school. Partly due to the financial strain and get inability to get a scholarship. She also has issues taking tests.

Roughly 25 years old.

As for what Jimmy did to her, he had been drugging her and she wasn't entirely aware of it until after she fell pregnant. She had an idea but she wasn't entirely sure. She kept writing it off as nightmares.

She studies a lot in her spare time. She genuinely wants to get into medicine outside of PE. She tries really hard but always falls short.

Anya doesn't hate Curly. She often thinks she's overreacting when she thinks badly of him. While let's be real, she should be angry. She is too kind to really be angry. And when she looks at him, she can't really be angry. There is a part of her angry about him not doing more about Jimmy. Angry about him crashing the ship. Angry that she even survived the crash. But she represses it and turns it inward.

There is no point that she would be having that baby. Not on this blog.

Curly

When Anya first told him she was pregnant, he didn't register it being because of rape. It wasn't until she "told Jimmy" that he realized it. I noticed a lot of men who played the game didn't instantly realize it. I don't think he did. Just by his reaction.

Curly and Jimmy have known each other for a long time. I think Jimmy was always manipulating him due to how we see in the game that he gaslights abs guilt trips him. I think their dynamic was very much Jimmy getting into his head and convincing him to do stuff for him. I also don't think that Jimmy was going around doing violent crime on Earth and Curly overlooked it. I think that Jimmy probably was doing that stuff but he was either never caught or convinced Curly to believe him. My personal hc is that Jimmy was doing mostly stuff that would make him money without having a job. He wasn't responsible enough for one. Scams. Theft. The type of things Curly would think having structure would help resolve.

When Curly confronts Jimmy, he instantly turns it all around on him. Blaming HIM for Jimmy having raped Anya. Curly deflates and I think that he was going to do something about Jimmy. He just.... Didn't act fast enough. Like no I don't think he was going to just let him do what he wanted. He made a really bad choice of not acting right away.

Curly is roughly 33 years old.

[y4z1]

Black, Stained White. | MDNI

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Synopsis: You and Bang Chan get into a playful fight when he finds out he isn't your bias, but what unrolls after your fight with Chan is a very not-so-bestfriend like situation.

Warnings: making out, sex, choking-ish, reader is called babygirl (duh, it's chan), fingering, Daddy kink, choking kink, spanking, basically just MDNI

WC: 1.5k

Chan was sitting across you, on the bean bag in the corner of the room, while you were sitting on your bed. His cute dimples and crescent-shaped eyes were staring back at you—cute. You were sharing a hilarious memory of you and Felix's disastrous moment of baking, and how you had accidentally slipped over a banana peel on the floor. His giggles filling the entire room, it was like heaven to your ears. You loved nothing more than hearing Chan happy.

Out of all the people you'd met, you loved Chan the most. You appreciated that he loved you for who you are, unlike others. Throughout your relationship of several years, Chan had always been the one putting a smile on your face. And so, you did the same for him. You really can't recall a single memory where you guys aren't dying of laughter on the floor.

After recollecting yourself and taking a few deep breaths, you finally looked back at him—and bursted out laughing, again. "I'm so sorry, I'm actually so sorry I'll stop"

5 minutes pass and you finally stopped laughing. Chan got up and stretched his arms out, he was wearing a full black outfit. He slipped his beanie off and his orange curly hair poofed out which looked, not to mention, so damn attractive.

He'd dyed his hair plenty of times, but I guess since it's been a while you'd never realized how much you'd craved seeing orange-haired Chan.

His eyes perked up at your and his body facing you. His eyebrows furrowed and head tilted. "Hey, I've never asked you, who's your bias?"

You smiled and blushed at the thought of your bias—or seungmin, specifically. But you couldn't tell him that, what if he tells the other members and then they feel like they're not good enough or just not loved.

"I like all the members", you'd thought you'd gotten away with it but deep down you knew your lies were pretty obvious, and the guilt was plastered on your face.

"Stop lying, I know you have a bias". He was smiling at you again, inching closer by the second. His sexy, deep, Australian accent making your heart beat even faster as if it's not about to already jump out of your body.

You were scared, guilty, and flustered all at the same time. And he could clearly tell. "I won't tell anyone" he said with a warm smile to calm you down a little. And he kept his promises, he really did, he kept all of them in fact.

Without a second thought, you looked at him in the eyes. "It's seungmin...", you fidgeted with your hands. A shocked look on his face, "SEUNGMIN?! I THOUGHT YOU WERE LEE KNOW BIASED", now you were the one with the shocked face. "Lee know?! What makes you think that?!" You replied. He widened his eyes and his signature dimpled smile on his face, "your murderous personality"

You chuckled "wow. Okay but listen, by bias I just mean that seungmin is the one who catches my eye the most. I don't have a real bias because it just changes every 3 days. These days its been you in my mind all day" you covered your mouth and your eyes widened realizing what you'd just said.

He smirked at you, from what you could tell from the corner of your eye. He ruffled your hair, "awwwww that's cute, you love me that much". He was teasing you. In response you smacked his hand away. But, it just made the situation worse, he pushed you onto your back and hovered over you.

It turned into a fight of him trying to get his hands on your body as a way of teasing and you just yanking his hands away, though eventually it stopped when he stared at you with dark, lustful eyes.

His deep brown eyes stared back at you. Everything around you, erased. All you could see was him, and you. His veiny arms were around your head, pinning your body into the mattress.

Your eyes travelled down to his lips. It was as if his lips were pulling you in and you couldn't escape them. They were a soft shade of cherry red, and heart shaped. His bottom lip was tucked under his teeth.

Without even realizing how or when, you were centimeters close. His lips, still bringing you in, until both your lips finally touched and brought each other in for a slow, savory kiss.

He pulled back, getting confirmation that it was okay to go on further. You gave him an approval nod and smile, going in for another kiss. This time a more intimate and longing one.

Eventually, it turned into a full-on make out session. Your hands roaming eachothers body.

You both pulled away from lack of oxygen, and his left hand snaked around your thigh while he brought his lips closer to your inner thigh, gliding his soft lips up and down.

He left one or two hickeys along the process, making sure to mark his territory.

He inched closer and closer, until his face was less than a centimeter away from your heat. In a teasing motion, he lifted his long, slender fingers and traced your folds up and down through your soaked panties.

"so soaked for me, huh babygirl?" He said in a deep, raspy voice, making you even wetter than you already were. He knew the effect he had on you, and he used it to an advantage. He knew every single one of your kinks, every one of your turn-on's.

He eyes were on you the whole time, making sure you were okay with going further.

He teased you over and over again, you were starting to lose patience and he knew that. Nonetheless, you stared at him with doe eyes, knowing that'd drive him crazy.

Your panties to the side in seconds, while he slipped two fingers in, receiving a satisfied moan in return. Three thrusts and he pulled out, smirking at you. You whined and tried other devious tricks on him that you were sure would drive him insane. But damn did he have self control.

There was one trick you hadn't tried though. You'd always known he had a daddy kink, well who didn't—it's literally Chan we're talking about.

You put on a little pout and doe eyes for him, tilting your head. "Please, daddy?" You know that did it for him when he bit his lip and smirked even harder.

An unexpected slap to your ass caught you off guard. You gasped at the stinging pain. "Say it again, babygirl "

"p-please daddy?" A tear making its way down the side of your face.

Though he'd put up a cold persona, he'd made sure to not hurt you in anyway by slowly entering into your heat.

Your walls clenched around him and you wanted more. Patience long forgotten, all you wanted was his massive dick thrusting in and out of you at a godly pace.

And he fulfilled your desires, thrusting in and out of you, right as you adjusted to his length. His left hand wrapped around your neck tightly. You could barely breathe but he knew you so well, he knew it was one of your kinks.

You could feel the similar knot tie itself in your stomach, and within seconds that knot untied itself. You came together at the same time, staining the black sheets white.

He collapsed on top of you, while you ran your hand through his curls. You both laid in bed for a while until you regained your energy to go and shower.

Chan got up first, walking over to the bathtub and turning on the hot water. He made sure the water was the right temperature, and made his way towards you, carrying you bridal style. You giggled to yourself. "What's so funny" he asked with a small smile on his face. "Nothing, don't worry."

He laid you into the bathtub gently. He was walking back towards your bedroom, and damn did bro have a whole bakery back there (bet his back hurts from carrying the whole kpop industry and that humongous a-). Your eyes perked up at him and you asked "you're not getting in?". He stopped and looked back at you, "no, haha you can wash up first"

You got up and took one leg out of the bathtub, reaching for his hand. You pulled him down into the bathtub with you, water splashing everywhere.

He looked at you with wide eyes and an open mouth, "did you just try to drown me?". You giggled and responded, "hey I thought you could swim"

He put on a bland expression, trying to hide that smile that wanted to take over his face "yeah I'm gonna swim in like, half a foot of water"

Whether you were taking a bath, cuddling, or even at work, your bickering never stopped.

A/N: Wrote this at like 2 AM only cuz if I were to continue it later, it would be chilling in my drafts for years.

[ssa-pretty-boy]

Fika

Fika: (Swedish origin) a moment to slow down and appreciate the good things in life

Summary: When Spencer Reid works a rough case there’s only two people in the whole world that can make him feel better.

Word Count: 3.3k

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: brief mention of case details (the usually criminal minds type stuff), implied death of a child (not Spencer and reader’s), other than that its fluffy 

——

The case had been brutal, a grueling two weeks only made worse by the scorching heat of the Arizona sun. To be fair, all cases involving children weighed heavily on the team’s shoulders and hearts. But when presented with a mop of curls and pair of big brown eyes so breathtakingly similar to the ones he held so dear to his heart, it was safe to say Spencer Reid was unraveling at the seams. When he closed his eyes all he could see was that little girl’s face. All he could hear was her mother’s sobbing, a heartbreaking wail that rattled through his very soul, as J.J. delivered the horrendous news that they had been too late. They had caught the sick bastard and he would never see the light of day again but that didn’t erase the fact that their baby wasn’t coming home. 

Later that night they had stumbled on to the jet, all bleary eyes and bruised bodies. ‘Exhausted’ didn’t even begin to cover they way they all felt. Rossi and Emily were asleep before take off and Morgan was nearly there ten minutes into the flight. Hotch was quietly doing paper work specifically to avoid sleep and the horrible dreams he knew this case was going to bring him. J.J. was FaceTiming Will and their boys, assuring them she would be home soon with new a baseball cap for each of them. 

All the while Spencer didn’t know what to do with himself. He tried to read first but when the words of his favorite book failed to bring him any solace he tried to sleep. When he proved too fitful and the leather seat too stiff, he decided to try watching a film on his iPad. After a solid twenty minutes of not even hearing what the actors were saying he gave up on the film too, shucking his headphones off and stuffing them back into his satchel. Knowing full well he wouldn’t be able to concentrate on the board and it’s pieces, he didn’t even bother pulling the tiny chess board out of his bag. With a defeated groan he leaned his head against the seat and tried to go to sleep for the second time. Just as the cool tendrils of unconsciousness started weaving around him, he felt more than heard someone settle into the seat next to him.

“How are you holding up?” J.J.’s voice was soft and tender, a tone she probably used to sooth Henry and Micheal when they were upset. Normally the motherly tone would grate on Spencer’s nerves but truth be told, at the moment he welcomed its comforting cadence. She watched as he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing in this throat and he was quiet long enough that she thought he was attempting to ignore her. After a few heartbeats, his eyes opened and his head lulled to the side so that he could look at her. 

“They just looked so much alike J.J.,” similar to her own, his words were quiet but his voice wavered and cracked like all the grief and anxiety from the past two weeks were just now starting to bubble to the surface. J.J. attempted, and failed, to keep her face poised and collected. They all noticed the uncanny resemblance between Julia Hodges and Amelia Reid almost as quickly as Spencer did himself. He had managed to keep a calm front for the sake of the parents but he felt like there was something burrowing in his chest and attempting to rip him apart. He just simply could not stop imagining his family in place of their’s.

“There was this one case we worked a few years ago in Milwaukee,” she paused, trying to collect her racing thoughts before continuing, “It was a trafficking ring that we stumbled on. We thought it was just a kidnapping until we got there. The little boy looked so much like Henry; they even sounded the same.”

“I remember him,” Spencer’s voice was still a quiet rasp, “His name was Oliver Moore and he was five years old. Like Henry.”

His friend nodded slowly, her focus had turned to the table in front of them, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns onto its wooden surface. Even with that case being far behind them, it had been almost ten years ago now she realized, she still had nightmares about it. Unlike Julia Hodges though, they had gotten to Oliver Moore just in the nick of time it had seemed. But the conditions they had found him in... J.J. didn’t even know how to put it into words. 

She nodded her head, blonde hair sliding over her shoulders and shrouding her face. “I kept in touch with his mother for a while. I just couldn’t let it go. How much he reminded me of Henry, I mean. I still have nightmares sometimes that it was Henry in his place.” Brushing her hair back behind her ears, she turned her attention back to Spencer then with eyes glassy but a small smile on her lips. “There are just some cases that you can’t shake. They feel sticky and slimy and even though we catch the bad guys and sometimes we’re able to save the people they were trying to hurt, it still feels like there’s this stain on your heart. And after a while its like all you can see in the world is the darkness and death. You just need to go home and hold her, Spencer. Love on her and kiss her and hug her. It will remind you that there are still good things in life, that there is still some innocence out there.” 

He tried to smile but he knew it looked more like a grimace twisted on his face. J.J. gave his hand a sympathetic squeeze before standing and going back to her original seat beside Derek. This time when Spencer tried to fall asleep he succeeded. 

——

Six hours and forty seven minutes later, he was pulling into his driveway with the nagging thought that sometimes he hated his job. He loathed having to be away this long. Truly, he really did. It made him feel like he never saw his family anymore, like he was missing all the important milestones in his daughter’s life. Like her fourth birthday party for example. There were still some balloons tied the the mailbox at the end of the drive and what looked like confetti and streamers all over the porch. He had called that morning to wish her a happy birthday and assured her he was going to bring a special surprise home for her but it did nothing to combat the guilt eating at his stomach for not actually being there.  

He tugged a hand through his already unruly hair and let out a deep sigh as he climbed out of the car. As quietly as he could, he unlocked the door and walked inside the dark house, quick to disarm the alarm as to not wake his sleeping wife and daughter with its insistent beeping. With a somewhat renewed energy at the thought of seeing his favorite girls, he bounded up the stairs two at a time, carefully minding the extra creaky ones, then padding down the hall to his daughter’s bedroom. Eternally grateful for the well oiled hinges of the door, Spencer pushed on the white wood and Amelia’s bedroom door swung open silently. The covers were rumpled and pushed back but there was no curly headed little girl amongst them. For a harrowing second, Spencer felt his heart seize in his chest, his grip on the doorknob turning his knuckles bone white. But then he saw her slumped into her beanbag chair beside the tall white bookshelf, her favorite book opened on her lap. He couldn’t help the smile that split his face as he entered the room and scooped her up into his arms, the book falling to the carpeted floor with a soft ‘thud’. 

He hugged her tightly to his chest, swaying back and forth ever so slightly. When everyone found out that Y/N was pregnant, the other parents on his team had told him that there was nothing compared to the love he would feel for his child. Spencer never doubted that he would love his children, not even for a fraction of a second. But what he felt on the day Amelia was born, and every day after, was like nothing he had ever experienced before. A tiny hand came up to rest on his cheek, pulling him away from this thoughts, and he turned his head to find a pair of sleepy brown eyes looking up at him. “Missed you daddy,” she yawned, her eyes already fluttering shut again. 

He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head and whispered against her hair, “I missed you too angel. So much.” She smelt like her mother’s shampoo he noted with a smile. He carried her back to her bed and tucked her in the way she liked before placing another kiss on her forehead. 

Just down the hall his own bedroom door was already opened, a soft yellow light spilling out into the hallway. Y/N must have waited up for him. Or tried to he realized with a small laugh as he saw her sitting almost exactly like their daughter had been just moments ago. With a book splayed open in her lap and her reading glasses slipping down her nose as her head lulled to the side, she was slumped against the headboard fast asleep. Spencer sat down at the foot of their bed and took his shoes off, tossing them in the general direction of their shared closet. Deciding to forego showering and brushing his teeth, he dressed for bed quickly and moved to turn off Y/N’s bedside lamp. Careful to note what page she was on, he slipped the book from her hands and moved it to the nightstand before reaching for her glasses. 

She stirred then at the feeling of his hands near her face, she jumped slightly as her eyes slowly blinked open and a drowsy grin pulling at her lips when she realized it was him. “You’re home,” she rasped, her voice raw from sleep and the day of wrangling a house full of four year olds. Cupping her cheeks in his hands, he leaned down to press a soft kiss to her mouth. “I’m home,” he repeated with a smile, feeling the weight of anxiety slowly start ease from his chest. “How was the ballerina dinosaur party?” He didn’t even try to ask that with a straight face, every time he even thought ‘ballerina dinosaur party’ he practically erupted into a fit of giggles. But his daughter had gotten her stubbornness honestly and was determined that was to be the theme of her birthday party.

——

“Mia, have you thought about what kind of birthday party you would like to have?” He asked her as he flipped her pancakes on the hot griddle. When he didn’t get a response, he turned to look her to see she was staring rather intensely at the stack of coloring books in front of her on the kitchen table. She mumbled something then shook her head, curls bouncing at her shoulders and her little eyebrows drawing together in what her mother called her ‘baby genius face’. Spencer couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of him, “What are you thinking so hard about, baby?”

Amelia turned that precious little pout towards him then. “Don’t laugh at me, daddy. S’not nice.”

Spencer clamped his mouth shut, having to bite down on the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing again. Y/N strolled into the kitchen then with a brush, some hair ties and a spray bottle in her hands. “Yeah, daddy. S’not nice,” she echoed, turning to stick her tongue out at at Spencer before she set to work pulling Amelia’s hair into two little buns on the top of her head.

“Thank you, mama,” Mia said, flashing her mother a toothy grin. 

“You’re welcome, sweet girl.” Y/N squished Mia’s cheeks and kissed her nose, earning a sweet peel of laughter. Spencer smiled at his girls as he plated the last of the pancakes and covered them in syrup. Y/N gaped at the plate when he set it in front of their daughter. Amelia, the resident sugar addict, on the other hand was practically drooling over it. “You,” she said, poking Spencer’s chest with her pointer finger, “are handling the sugar rush that’s going to give her.”

Spencer gave her a bashful smile and raised his hands in front of him, “You know all she has to do is look at me and I give her anything she wants. She could have asked for ice cream and I probably would have agreed. So really its your fault for asking me to make breakfast.”

With a playful slap to his chest she pushed past him to grab the other two plates sitting on the counter behind him. “For the love of god, Spencer Reid please do not give our daughter ice cream for breakfast. Ever.”

He laughed as he sat down in his designated seat across from his wife, and dug into his own stack of pancakes. They ate in silence for a few minutes before Amelia gasped, her fork clanging against her plate as she dropped it into the sticky sweet syrup. She was practically bouncing in her seat as she looked at her parents with wide, excited eyes. “I know what kind of birthday I wanna have!”

Clearly amused, Spencer set his own fork down and smiled at his mini me. “And what have you come up with, Mia?”

Her smile widened as she looked between her mother and father. “A ballerina dinosaur party!” The pure glee and excitement was practically radiating from her as she started clapping her sticky hands together, thrilled to no end with her clever solution to the ballerina versus dinosaur party dilemma. 

“Well then, daddy and I will make that happen for you.” Y/N laughed and extended her hand out for Amelia to high five, she was clearly just as excited. Amelia slapped her mother’s hand before jumping out of her chair and running excitedly into her play room. Seconds later she came back into the kitchen, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “May I be excused, please?” 

Immensely proud that the manners they were drilling into her were clearly sticking, Y/N beamed at Amelia before throwing her a wink. “Nice manners, sister! And yes you may. Go wash your hands before you play though.”

Amelia was racing off again then, calling out a muffled “thank you for breakfast!” as she washed her hands. Spencer was silent while Y/N stacked their plates and carried them to the sink. “What’s going on in that head of your’s, doc?”

“Ballerina dinosaurs-” was all he could say before Y/N cut him off.

“Are you really about to go tell that excited little girl that she can’t have a ballerina dinosaur birthday party for some scientific reason you’re about to pull out of your ass?” Knowing damn well that he wasn’t going to tell that sweet little face ‘no’ for anything in the world, she was smirking and leaning against the kitchen counter with her arms crossed over her chest.

Sliding down in his chair, he crossed his own arms and huffed out ‘no’. Y/N laughed and came around the table to sit in his lap, his arms instinctively wrapping around her waist and her’s going around his neck. 

“How did she come up with that?” he wondered aloud. She might have only been three but they could already tell that she was following in her father’s footsteps, well on her way to becoming a child protege much like he was. But every ounce of her creativity came from her mother.

 ——

That earned him a soft laugh and a even softer, “It was really fun. We missed you though.” She took his hand in her’s and brought it up to press kisses against his knuckles. “How bad was it, Spence?”

He had spared her most of the nitty gritty details but for the most part she knew what happened. Talking it out with a third party frequently helped him, so her lending a listening ear wasn’t anything new to their relationship. The smile instantly dropped from his face and his shoulders sagged again. “Bad. Really bad,” he whispered as he stood and made his way around to his side of the bed. Y/N settled down into the covers and held her arms open to him. Spencer all but dove into her, burying his head into the crook of her neck and wrapping his arms around her as best he could given the way there were laying. They were quiet for a moment, the only sounds were the white noise maker that could just barely be heard from Amelia’s room and Spencer’s sniffles. Soft lips pressed a kiss to his temple and her hands started running through his hair, making sure to scratch his scalp the way she knew he found soothing. “Do you want to tell me about it, baby?” 

He tensed in her arms but relaxed again after a heartbeat, breathing deeply against her neck. It poured out of him in a rush, in all the nasty detail he’d spared her from over the phone. Y/N’s breath hitched and her arms tightened around him when he told her how much Amelia resembled Julia Hodges, and she was immensely grateful he hadn’t told her about that part until now. “I just,” he started again after a long pause, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you and Mia.”

“Oh, Spence,” she cooed, trying desperately not to let her voice crack. “We’re okay, baby. We’re okay.”

“Can we throw her another birthday party? Just something small with the team maybe? I really hate that I missed it,” his voice was small, almost as if he was afraid she’d say no.

“Of course we can,” she laughed softly, “I’ll call everyone tomorrow and set something up.”

He smiled and lifted his head to press a sweet kiss to her mouth. A sweet kiss that quickly melted into something more as he settled between her thighs and his hands slowly slipped under the sweatshirt she was wearing. The pair were so caught up in each other that they failed to hear the soft patter of tiny feet running down the hall. The door slowly creaked open and a tiny little girl appeared, her pajamas rumpled and eyes wide. They jerked apart as Amelia called out to them. “Mama? Daddy?”

Y/N was shoving Spencer’s hands away, trying not to laugh as his fingers ghosted against her sides. “What’s wrong baby?”

“I had a bad dream,” she mumbled softly, looking down at her bare feet. “Can I sleep in your bed?”

Spencer smiled at her as he patted the space between him and his wife. Quick little feet made a mad dash for the bed and she pulled herself up with a quiet ‘umph’. Amelia burrowed under the covers, snuggled comfortably between her two favorite people in the whole world. Y/N wrapped Amelia up in her arms and Spencer turned toward them and threw his arm over them, his hand a comforting weight on his wife’s hip. Just as sleep had started to claim him, he felt Amelia start to squirm.

“Daddy?” she whispered softly into the dark room.

“Yes princess?” His voice already turning gravelly, his tired eyes opening to see his wife smiling at him over the top of Mia’s head. Both of them already knew what she wanted before she even voiced her request. And she sounded so hopeful that he didn’t dare deny her when she asked softly, “Will you tell me a story?”

He smiled and pulled his girls closer to him. “A long time ago,” Spencer started, his voice soft, “there was a dinosaur who loved to dance…”

[deadlyflovrish-blog]

camille sforza 2.0

all the changes to Camille below the cut, please tell me if you have any ideas on what i should change and/or if something’s bad or makes no sense. i want her to be a decent character

Hey lads. Welcome to Camille 2.0 where we will talk about how exactly she will be changed. First off her personality.

So Camille’s current personality is just asshole-ish with no real reason behind it and it’s boring. For the rework i wanted her to be more than just “that asshole that killed me and burned my crops”. While she is and will always be evil i don’t want to be the main focus. I’ll give more info on stuff she likes as well.

1 ) Personality + Traits

First things first, she’s some people’s favorite asshole and i have no intent on changing that. She’ll be evil, mean, merciless, everything bad. Still has the fear of getting close but here’s why: Abandonment Issues(tm). 

Ever since she was a kid she’s been treated like nothing but a toy and was always left behind which made her worry if people actually love her or if she’s needed or important. Which is why she’s so cold to everybody in the first place, opening up for her is very hard. She’ll never take initiative in befriending people most of the time, she’d do it only if it’s for her own benefit aka plans. Camille will almost always be rude or distant if you try talking to her, probably lies a lot too. Her goal here is to push you away, she doesn’t want you to be her friend because she’ll get hurt after that. And because you’ll get hurt because of her. She’d rather be alone than betrayed again or feel the guilt of losing somebody because she’s an idiot.

Once she opens up to you she’ll be affectionate though, she’ll treat you with respect and unlike before talks to you often! The thing with her is that when she feels somebody love her she’ll protect that person with everything she can simply because she’s scared of losing them. It also brings out many doubts for her, she’s afraid she’s not enough or that she’s boring or not needed anymore. When she notices some difference in the person’s behaviour she gets a bit more clingier to try and find out why exactly this is happening. 

She just needs reassurance and validation.

This doesn’t erase the fact that she’s an evil horrible BAD person though. Camille is still manipulative. She does try and fit it to not bring attention to herself though. Does her best to not break the rules and acts decent around people. Still cold, but refuses to show her evil nature. Once she gets her hands on you though she isn’t afraid to do anything. Uses manipulation to her way into your head and slowly makes you break down. Or just kill you, that works too. She’d do anything that she finds fun to you, it’s hard to say she’s grossed out by the things she does. But she is grossed out when somebody else does it. Soon there’ll be an event for her with the infamous Red Room thing she has in her house. 

That whole thing showcases how disgusting she is in reality and how good she is at hiding it. 

Now all of you know this i’m sure, i just want to point out that she’s not just an asshole. She’ll always be evil, but that’s not her whole personality.

Camille still has her prideful trait as well, she refuses to appear weak or give up/lose. That leads her to some sticky situations since she’s too proud to admit she’s done something wrong or that she’s messed up. Or the whole thing itself gets her in trouble.

2 ) Backstory

Her backstory will also be a bit different. Camille’s family will still be a mafia. She and her sisters are still born only to assist the mafia which forces her to run away. After that she manages to survive alone for an year but constantly moves to different places so they don’t find her. Haytham and Judas find her that next year when she’s in her worst state and help her. By that time she’s probably far away from Italy too since she stole her father’s money so she can move to Northern Ireland which is where she met those two. They easily became friends and she was Haytham’s left hand while Judas was his right, they were very close.

Judas and Camille here never dated. All they have is a platonic-relationship-gone-wrong-because-one-fucked-up, while Haytham is still her best friend.

The arc that turns her into an arsonist is a bit different as well. Before it happened because Cam and Judas messed with the werewolf pack nearb. They constantly entered their territory and eventually almost killed the leader’s little daughter which is why they targeted Haytham and “killed him”. 

Now it’s different.

They’re at a “war” with said werewolf pack and one night after like, 6 years of them being together, they get attacked by the WHOLE PACK which btw, is not small. It was 20-somethings werewolves vs 30 humans and well, it wasn’t pretty. That’s how Judas got his face scars and how Camille got her cheek + neck scars. Everybody was really hurt and barely lived, except Haytham who was taken away and never returned. The more they waited for him to come back the worse it got.

Cam absolutely lost it and blamed herself for not being able to save him despite everything. She had no control over her action nor could she think properly. Her constant fights with Judas over how “he doesn’t care about Haytham despite being his best friend” and how “all he wanted is to be in control of the gang which is RUINED now”. In the end it always ended up with someone punching or kicking the other. It got way too hard for her so she decided to run away again. But here it was even more serious because she knew Judas would try and hunt her down, she had to change her whole identity. 

Once she moved to the states she chopped off a part of her hair and dyed it black hoping it’ll be a good change.  Her name wasn’t Camille anymore, she went by Genevieve which is her second name. She managed to get a decent job as a waitress and live comfortably but she never felt as happy as before. All she did was live for no reason at this point, she was getting better but it was hard to forget how they took her best friend away from her. 

Her arsonist thing started just by her setting small fires to feel the warmth of Judas and Haytham around her again, but she got obsessed with the sight of fire. Eventually it was so bad she started actually killing people and calling it art. It was the one thing that made her happy. For her that was a composition, a show, and those people who were dying were the actors. When everything was over she took pictures of her “shows” and “actors” and put them on the wall of a hidden room inside her house.

While what she does makes her happy it’s temporary. In her canon story when she meets Haytham and Judas again she ditches the whole arsonist thing so she can help Haytham and his mafia win this thing, she can’t let him die again. And so she becomes a mafioso by her own will.

3 ) Appearance

Her appearance is not that different, except she doesn’t really take care of herself as much. Her hair is a huge mess since it’s curly and she never brushes it, hell she can go a week or more without even washing it. 

Her eyes are more of a yellow-ish color now. Her skin’s a bit paler and she looks more tired in general since like i said she doesn’t take care of herself, especially sleeping. She’s awoken by nightmares almost every night.

Her lip and nose scar are removed, now they’re on her cheek and neck from that werewolf attack. The burn marks she has are also gone since that whole thing never happened, but she does have very small burns on her fingers from when she was still learning to set things on fire.

She’s still 5′3, but she’s not a weak stick anymore, she has some muscles so she can fight back. Not strong, but enough to defend herself. Or try to.

4 ) Red Room Event

Many of you know about the Red Room(tm) event if you follow me. Here is where we delete the arsonist Camille and welcome serial killer Camille.

Like i said before, for her the whole arsonist thing is temporary and she’ll change eventually due to a certain event and ask blog Camille’s event is right here. She’s tired of being taken as a joke so she does her best to lie to everyone so she’s seen as good. But haha surprise, she’s not. Cam keeps her whole “i’m an artist fuck you” thing, it’s just that now the bodies of her victims are the cavas.

As time goes she’ll slowly lose it though (depending how many people she’s killed of course, this will be a slow process), she’ll thirst more and more for blood before fucking up and dying because she has no control. Random outbursts which cause her to attack people, even if she’s close to them.

So yeah, that’s all