#I headcanon he actually got sober for her when they found out she was pregnant

[skeletons-and-roses]

Their honestly so fun to draw, wish we knew more about Seth’s little family in the show😔

(Love that the fandom still ships them even tho their barely on screen)

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My Richie Headcanons ||

Just a warning that this is incredibly indulgent, IYKYK~ Full of fluff, angst, smut… These aren’t in any particular order!

Richie promises that he’ll stop smoking every other week, and commits to it for about 3 days, boasting about “how easy it was”, and then is subsequently caught burning multiple away anxiously around the corner behind the restaurant.

He only purchased his gun after he and Tiff found out that she was pregnant with Eva. He took a few classes to learn how to responsibly handle it, but he’s never actually had to fire it. He still pretends to be hard by waving it around (like in s1e1) keeping it tucked in his waistband on occasion. (Leave it to Richie to be a cornball 🙄)

His apartment is a lot tidier than one would expect. “Everything has a home” he would explain. He needs to keep himself and his space clean or he feels like crap.

Richie has an incredibly soft spot for Sugar (and any other woman, tbh). He witnessed Carmy and Michael being mean to her often when they were kids, and he also saw his father being abusive toward his mother. As a result he is ADAMANT about being gentle with women. One time when they were teenagers Mikey called Sugar a bitch, and Richie got into a fistfight with him.

Furthering this, he’s always been a gentleman, even when he was previously sloppy and abrasive. He’s the kind of guy to open a door for you, buy your favorite snacks (remember when he offered to get Sug a sprite when he found out she was pregnant? 🥹), avoid smoking near you, and politely touch the small of your back as he passes. He saves his assholeish, tough-guy persona for other men in his life.

He would definitely talk to you in a faux sympathetic tone while he’s making you melt in his arms during sex, though.

He also can’t help but use pet names. His favorites are doll-face, sweetheart, princess…

Richie used to fall asleep at work, a lot. Standing up at the counter with his head down, sitting on a bench leaned back against the lockers… Tina and Mikey eventually started to stack shit on top of him- bread, cucumber slices. Sometimes there would be a dick drawn on his cheek. He stopped doing it after he woke up with a bra taped onto his chest and a mop on top of his head (which Mikey came up with, of course).

He refuses to take the train after he saw some cracked out guy pissing all over the floor. Carmy always bitches at him about how “that literally never happens” which Richie fires back with, “but it DID.”

He LOVESSSS movies. Whenever he has Eva for the weekend he tries to get her to watch stuff like Total Recall, Terminator, Bladerunner (not before saying “don’t tell your mother”). Eva obviously doesn’t care and they end up watching Barbie movies instead.

He is a REALLY loud drunk, duh. If you thought he was at 100 sober, you would be incorrect. He will go on rants about the stupidest shit, like how “Batman could beat any other FUCKING superhero if he had enough time to prepare, dipshit!”

Sometimes he, Tina, and Ebraheim will go out for drinks together after work. He sometimes orders a girly (“frou-frou” as Ebra calls it) cocktail. They all keep his secret though.

He’s a very handsy person. Hands on the small of his woman’s back, shoulder pats, hand holds and bear hugs, thigh squeezes when you’re sat beside him. Physical touch is his love language. He would absolutely touch your leg with a single toe from the opposite side of the room while you two spent quiet time together.

He remembers everything. It’s what makes him such an incredible server, but sometimes it’s to an annoying degree. He would whine about how “we haven’t watched a movie together in 10 days” and he would argue that “it has definitely been 10 days because I remember that we watched ___ on ___ which was 10 days ago—“

(This one’s gonna hurt) Richie visits Mikey’s grave, often. Once a week, sometimes more. He occasionally will leave a cigarette for him, sometimes he’ll talk to him, sometimes he won’t. Richie typically can’t even pass the part of town where Mikey died, or where he now rests, without becoming incredibly upset.

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What are ur tilda hcs?

Okay im finally gonna answer this!! Thank you so much for asking!!! I love receiving asks and I love sharing my headcanons. Sorry again it's so late ❤❤❤

This isn't gonna be nearly as well worded and eloquent as I originally planned. The first time I wrote it it basically became a drabble about her life. And then I lost that whole draft. Lmao

I just don't have it in me to recreate that whole thing again but I still wanna share my headcanons about her because I do have a lot!

I also wanna say this is in no way to like... excuse her behavior or try and redeem her. She was a terrible person. But people aren't born terrible. And I like taking 2 dimensional fictional women and making them make sense. So this isn't to excuse but instead to explain? I guess?

cw for all the shit you expect with the minyards by now, but specifically drug addiction and statutory rape. Also this is LONG so its going under a cut.

So first of all, I imagine her and Luther as being half siblings. Their father was a preacher or something- someone with a big role in their church's community and a big reputation of being a reliable, wise, holy man.

When Luther was maybe around 3 years old, there was this teenage girl in the congregation who would often come to Mr. Hemmick for advice, guidance, comfort, etc. She didn't quite fit in in school, wasn't great at academics and struggled to keep up with her siblings achievements, and was overall going through a lot of the turmoil thats unfortunately common for teenagers.

So she, like many people in the congregation, went to Mr Hemmick for guidance and ended up seeing a lot of him. She felt listened to and believed in with him. She felt like he treated her as more mature than the way her family treated her. She trusted him. He abused that.

If you asked her at the time, she would have said it was consensual between them. But she was 16. And when she became pregnant, he turned on her REAL fast lemme tell you. He made her promise not to tell anyone that he was the father, and he only told his wife. And of course, when he told his wife, he talked at length about how this 16 year old girl tempted him to sin; how he regretted it and only hoped she could learn to truly find God.

So he took the child in upon being born as a way to "attone" for what he'd done, but the whole community (not knowing he was the father) just saw it as an act of good will. And of course he'd tout off a lot in his sermons about how he'd be able to give the baby a much better, holier lifestyle than a teenager who turned her back on god by having sex.

So he and his wife end up raising Tilda from birth, but they make sure she knows from the beginning the circumstances of her birth. They drill it into her that her mother was a dirty sinner and that she herself is tainted as a result. She is raised always feeling like she needs to be twice as good to even be considered half as good as her brother in her parents eyes.

Naturally, she stops trying pretty early. In middle school, I imaging her being one of those bullies. The really nasty ones who get violent at their victims for even looking at them wrong. Idk about anyone else, but in my schools growing up the fights between the girls were always way bloodier than the ones between the guys. And I imagine those as the types of fights she got in- especially when one of her victims decides to stand up for themselves by throwing her own baggage back in her face.

By high school, she was thoroughly committed to the role of problem child. She would do everything she could to upset her family and get herself into shit. She'd do drugs, skip classes, show up to school drunk, stay out late, etc. In addition to all this, she would purposefully find whatever guy seemed like the most trouble and take him home. Whether this was the school drug dealer, a boy who got expelled for some rough shit, or college boys who caught her eye at parties.

So she's basically dug this hole for herself where she's committed to actually being the child of sin that her family has always seen her as anyway. The few people who tried to reach out to her wouldn't get far. She would push and push at them to see how far she could stretch their patience (to see how long it took them to give up on her like everyone else).

She even had one teacher who never did give up on her. But she outright told Tilda that she can't help someone who doesn't want to be helped. Those words would ring in Tildas ears for years to come, even if she never found it in herself to put the concept into action.

So eventually she'd graduate- just barely because she rarely put in effort in school- and she'd be left to suddenly have to find a place in the world when she previously never even thought she'd have a future. She started batting heads with her family even more (which no one thought was possible at that point) but it became less antagonistic on her end. She was still a shit stirrer, don't get me wrong. But she was getting tired. The fights were less about her being intentionally aggrevating and aggressive and more about her continuously being unable to live up to their expectations.

Luther already had a promising job as a cop at this point, meanwhile she was still living at home and bouncing between jobs that barely kept her afloat and boyfriends that barely made her feel worth something. She'd gotten into drugs in high school, and the habit only got worse now that she was out. It was the only thing that made her feel something other than misery or numbness. She could lose herself in the drugs and the boyfriends and the late nights out. She would come home to see her parents less and less and would speak to them only when absolutely necessary.

Eventually Mr. Hemmick died fairly young (heart attack or something equally as tragic. Whatever I dont care about him enough to pick the details) and his wife followed soon after by suicide. The house was left to Luther, who moved back in immediately and said there'd be changes in the household. He basically told Tilda to quit the drugs and go back to church if she wanted to stay in the house. He also had other rules like keeping a job, dumping her current boyfriend, giving her a curfew, etc.

So she left. She took her shitty beat up car an ex had fixed up for her and headed to California. A friend from high school lived out that way, so that's where she headed.

During this period in her life the drugs got a lot worse. This is also when she realized that she had become addicted. Mainly this is because, even after being away from her family and having freedom, she was still miserable. She didn't know how to get through a day sober. The constant variation between numbness and misery was too much to bare, but she wasn't ready to help herself. She wasn't ready to commit to her own healing and health.

She was in and out of therapy and rehab as quickly as she'd change jobs and partners. She wouldn't commit, and as soon as she had an out she'd take it. Had to miss an appointment for scheduling? Didn't make it back to the shelter in time to claim her bed for the night? Forgot to call back one of the few people who tried to reach out? No going back.

This is my main thing with Tilda. She was a shitty person who had a shitty life. But she never found the strength and commitment in herself to put in the work to be better. She instead let herself fall further and further down the hole because it was easier than pulling herself out. Because part of her still believed deep down that she had succeeded in living up to her birthright- that she wasn't deserving of ever healing or being better.

It was in one of these rehab facilities that she met the twins' father (and this part is absolutely inspired by Luke and Joey from the haunting of hill house). He was a guy with a similar past to hers- always sure he was meant to be bad so he committed to the role and never learned to commit to anything else. The difference between them, though, was that he was ready to get better.

They became fast friends and leaned on one another a bit while in rehab. She didn't see him as anything other than a friend, but he unfortunately became set on this idea that they would heal and move forward together. She knew he had feelings for her and enabled him (she didn't love him back but had never actually felt cared for like this before). He believed in her even when she didn't believe in herself, which was a lot. Unfortunately for him, he also ended up being more committed to her healing than she was. When she eventually started spiraling again, all other feelings for him were overshadowed by the part of her that just saw an opportunity.

She took advantage of him. She slept with him, took his money while he was sleeping, and bailed to get high and never see him again. Now I'm not gonna say she was just a devil who entered this poor man's life. He saw her more as a potential for an ideal life than a person. He was more in love with the dream he had of them getting better and starting a life together than he was actually in love with her and who she was as a person. Bad match all around.

So she never saw or heard from him again. When she found out she was pregnant, she went home to Luther and his wife and son. She didn't tell him right away that she was pregnant. Instead, she pretended she was just finally ready to commit to God and turn her life around. She played the part alright for a while, went to church with them and got sober and everything, but tried to leave and move into a women's shelter when she started showing. Luther found out and brought her home.

At first he was actually super supportive- mainly because he just genuinely thought she wanted to find God and stop "living in sin". But when she finally told him she didn't plan to keep the child, he turned on her.

We know the story from there. Personally I think the night that she stole the money and ran as her point of no return. Years down the line, when she knew she was being a terrible mother and person, she'd remember that night. And she'd think to herself how this is who she was always meant to be. How she doesnt deserve to be any better than how she is. And she'd dig the hole deeper.

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So yeah thats my take on Tilda Minyard. Sorry it was so long. I like the idea of giving depth and complexity to female characters- even the bad guys and the ones I don't like. I have a similar lengthy life concept for Mary Hatford as well, but it isn’t nearly as long. If anyone is curious lol

Thanks again for asking!

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Wilhelm + Rhea - I’m pregnant.

Something was wrong, Seiros was sure of it. She staggered back to her cot after running a cool, damp cloth over her face, and flopped down with little grace. She groaned as she clutched her abdomen, praying to the Goddess that the world would stop spinning so much.

Someone must have poisoned her. Or rather, is poisoning her because this is the fifth day in a row she’s woken up like this.

“Seiros!” A singsong voice floated through the opening of her tent, all bright and chipper.

“Come in,” Seiros managed to call out, gulping as she felt her stomach heave again.

It was Rowena, which was probably good considering her current situation. How Cichol had ever managed to find, woo, marry, and have a child with such a woman so…different from himself had always been a mystery. But it was times like these that Seiros was thankful she was around.

Rowena frowned when she spotted her companion curled up on her cot. “Another rough morning?” she asked, producing some herbs from her bag and setting them down on the desk. She pushed aside some of the war maps and got to work making a nausea remedy.

“We really must…find whoever’s...responsible for this,” Seiros grumbled.

Rowena brought over the concoction and wordlessly handed it over. As Seiros brought it to her mouth, she caught her friend’s knowing, and worryingly smug grin. She gulped anxiously and asked, “What?”

“I think I know who’s responsible,” Rowena teased, “You might want to have a word with Wilhelm.”

“Why would he be poisoning me?”

“Poisoning?” Rowena’s gleeful laugh filled the tent, though Seiros was still at a loss as to why, “Oh my dear, please tell me all this war planning and scheming hasn’t clouded your head that much!”

“I…I don’t understand…”

Rowena reached out and took Seiros’ hands in hers, and gently pulled her up into a sitting position. “Seiros, my dear,” she said softly, breathlessly happy for her friend, “You’re pregnant.”

“…I’m…what?”

Rowena chuckled. “Don’t worry. That news always takes a moment to sink in.”

“I’m what?”

“Expecting, Sweetie.”

“But… I…I can’t be pregnant!” Seiros cried, “We’re fighting a war! I’m leading the war! A…and Wilhelm and I… I mean… We did, but he’s human and I’m…not…” She gasped, clamping a hand over her mouth as it finally, finally hit. “Oh Goddess I’m pregnant.”

“I don’t think you have much to worry about,” Rowena assured her, “It isn’t unheard of for our kind to have children with humans. And it’s not like you’ll be in this alone. I’ll be here, and so will the others. And of course there’s Wilhelm.”

“Oh Goddess…Wilhelm!” Seiros exclaimed, “I…I have to tell him!”

“Knowing Wilhelm I imagine he’ll be rather excited, too,” Rowena added.

“But what about the others?” Seiros demanded, “Cichol and Indech I’m not too worried about, but Macuil will be furious, I know it.”

“Oh don’t you worry about that old windbag,” Rowena sighed, “If he gives you any problems, send him to me.” She suddenly clapped her hands together, bouncing a little in excitement. “Oh little Ceth will finally have someone she can play with!”

“I’m pregnant,” Seiros murmured, suddenly feeling nauseous for a different reason. This was something completely out of her wheelhouse. She could lead an army. She could wield a sword. She could kick anyone’s ass with just her fists if she had to.

She could not picture herself as a mother.

She sighed heavily and buried her face in her hands, trying not to think too deeply about how this was going to affect her war against Nemesis.

“Oh Wilhelm! What perfect timing!” Rowena greeted cheerfully.

“Very funny, Wena,” Seiros groaned.

“Oh! I’m…sorry… Is this a bad time?”

Her head snapped up in an instant. “Wilhelm! No, it’s… Actually Rowena’s right: it’s perfect timing,” she said quickly.

“I’ll…give you two some privacy,” Rowena said, making her way to the door of the tent. She slipped out quickly, but Seiros could tell by the shadow cast against the canvas walls that Rowena’s definition of “privacy” was a tad skewed.

“Is everything alright my Love?” Wilhelm asked, a look of concern marring his gentle face, “Have you been sick again?”

Seiros was momentarily lost in his warm hazel eyes, but she shook her head briskly to bring herself back. “I…yes, I have,” she admitted, “And Rowena believes she’s found out the reason why.”

“It’s not poison, is it? I swear on my life I’ll find the bastard that’s been doing this to you and—“

“It’s not…poison, Wilhelm,” Seiros cut in with a wince. She patted the space on the cot next to her, and Wilhelm readily sat down beside her. She worked her hands into his, and gave a small squeeze. “My Light,” she breathed, “I’m pregnant.”

There was a pause, as the information sunk in. Then a brilliant smile - as bright as the sun itself - worked its way onto Wilhelm’s face. “You are?” he gasped, laughing with joy. He leapt up from his seat, dragging her along with him. He twirled around the tent with her in his arms, before slowing to pull her into a tight hug. “That’s wonderful, my Love!” he sighed.

Then he stopped, pulling away while still holding tight to her arms. “That…is wonderful, right? I… If you’re not… What I mean is, I know you’ve got your own—"

She put a finger on his lips, a common action of hers whenever the excitable man began to ramble. “It…it is wonderful,” she assured him, “I just…never thought it would happen to me.”

He chuckled. “I have to admit, knowing you can I believe that,” he said, tucking a lock of her emerald hair behind a pointed ear. She cast him a playful glare and he smiled innocently in response. “But…” he continued, “Wouldn’t this mean that… Well, we’ll be a family. You, me, and the little brawler waiting to come out.”

She snorted at the thought. “I should hope the child decides to become a brawler after they are born, my Light,” she stated. But then her mood sobered, as the rest of his statement was realized. “A…family…”

He frowned when he saw her eyes beginning to glaze over. “If it’s too soon, my Love, I…”

“No. No, it’s…” Tears began to form in her eyes, and slowly a large smile spread across her face. She could barely contain her joy as she uttered, “I’ll have a family again.”

— — —  

She held the bundle close to her chest, still exhausted and sore. But a tiny hand had a tight hold of her finger, and wide, green eyes stared up at her. The child in her arms giggled, then, and tightened his grip.

“He’s incredible,” Wilhelm breathed as he watched over her shoulder, “So…small. But incredible.”

“He’ll grow to be a great Emperor someday,” Seiros sighed, looking up to meet the gaze of the newly-crowned Emperor of Adrestia.

“Hopefully he’ll know more of what he’s doing,” Wilhelm stated anxiously.

Seiros reached for her Light’s hand. “He’ll have an excellent role model,” she assured him gently.

In her arms, little Lycaon reached for his Papa and smiled.

— — —  

AN: Ok, hear me out... This is my take on Rhea and Wilhelm. We don’t really know a whole lot and the stuff we do know comes from fairly shaky sources. We know Rhea - then Seiros - had some kind of relationship with Wilhelm but we don’t know the extent. We also know Wilhelm had a son, but we don’t know with who.

So what if Rhea is the matriarch of the Hresvelg legacy?

I’m going to expand on this more later, but for now I wanted to first, answer this prompt, and second, cover something I probably wasn’t going to cover in my longer fic.

So here are my headcanons that appear here and will likely pop up later:

Rhea and Wilhelm genuinely loved each other. They met when Rhea was in a dark place, having lost her family and unsure of where to turn next. Wilhelm was a kindhearted farmer who wanted to help her out, saved her life from some of Nemesis’ men by sacrificing himself, and was then saved by her in turn when she gave him her Crest in the healing process. From there, their relationship blossomed. Rhea calls him her “Light” because he brought light and warmth back into her life when she thought it was all gone (much like how El views Byleth...hmm, symbolism...)

Rhea tells Wilhelm that Nemesis destroyed her family, but doesn’t go into details. He respects her enough to not push for more answers, though he is curious. He always hopes that one day she’ll trust him enough to open up.

The other Saints join the fight against Nemesis at Rhea’s insistence, but they stay for Wilhelm. He’s a charismatic guy, a hell of a warrior, and a kindhearted man, and he wins over Cichol and Indech with little effort. Macuil, however, never trusts him and acts like the scary big brother protecting his little sister (Seiros).

Rowena is my take on Seteth’s wife/Flayn’s mother. I picture her as a Nabatean, just not one of the powerful saints. (I always kinda pictured it like a hierarchy of Sothis first, then the Children of the Goddess/Saints, then lesser Nabateans forming the bulk of the community.) Like Flayn, she’s mostly a healer and has a bubbly personality. She brings out the fun and happiness in Seteth, and after her death he struggles to feel such things again. Her loss was heavily felt by all, due to how friendly she was with everyone.

The reason Edelgard doesn’t look more like Rhea/only has a minor Crest of Seiros, etc. is due to the fact that it’s been centuries since Rhea gave birth to Lycaon. The Nabatean traits eventually fade, as Rhea is the only Nabatean to ever continue the line in the Hresvelg family. Crest-strength and other traits shared by Nabateans eventually faded as more human genetics were added in. (This is also why I HC Flayn as having two Nabatean parents rather than just one.)

Rhea, having lost Wilhelm in the war and then watching her son grow old while she stayed young, disconnects from those types of relationships once the heartbreak becomes too much. In her altered history, she makes sure Lycaon’s mother is listed as unknown, and eventually the number of people who did know becomes only her close, remaining family. And she swears them to secrecy. Eventually, the connection she and the Church have with the Hresvelg family shifts and breaks, and it eventually becomes unimportant that the Imperial family literally wouldn’t have existed without her.

Perhaps that was a dumb decision, along with some of the other dumb decisions she made back then, but I also headcanon that Nabateans age very slowly. So while she was probably around 100+ years old by then, for a seemingly immortal being who appears to be in her 30s? 40s? nearly 1100 years later, her emotional age by that point would have been maybe late teenager? Early twenties? Around the same emotional age that Edelgard was when she decided that there would be no potential flaws in her Flame Emperor stunt. That’s not to diss either of them - it’s just that they were young, and dealing with emotional shit far too heavy for any one person to deal with. So Rhea’s choices back around year 90 through to year 100 should probably be taken with a grain of salt.

All those centuries don’t make it any easier, though, when Edelgard declares war on her ancestor unknowingly, and through all the anger and betrayal Rhea feels she can see the same passion and fire in the girl that Wilhelm once had.

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trubel and sean: Putting arm over their shoulders

(So this is the result of a headcanon/AU possibility @taleasoldastime-andspace and I discussed. I’m probably never going to write the full backstory, but all you really need to know is that Trubel and Sean find out that she’s actually his daughter. Meisner knew, but no one else did.) 

This is for Friends and Family August. Brief mentions of romance, specifically of Sean with Trubel’s mother, but this is mostly family love. 

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He’s not as surprised as he should be to find her at the grave. 

She’s leaning back against a tree, staring blankly at the simple stone. There’s no name on it, of course; no engravings, nothing to risk any of his many enemies finding it. No honor for Martin Meisner, then, even in the end. 

“You following me?” She asks, and he’s prepared for anger, but not… This. Bland, lifeless, impassive. Like something inside her has cracked. (This is his fault, all his fault-)

“No.” He takes a tentative step toward her, careful not to get too close. “I didn’t know you’d be here.” 

She frowns. “Then why-” She pauses, and a sharp, bitter laugh slips from her lips. “You’re here to yell at him, too.” It isn’t a question. 

It feels wrong to agree, to fess up to being angry with a dead man (especially one dead by his hand, no matter the circumstances), but he cannot fully deny it, either. “I’d like to ask him a few questions,” he allows. 

No response. She exhales, refusing to look up at him, and he has the strongest sense that she’s waiting for him to walk away and leave her there. Maybe that’s what she wants. Maybe it’s even what they both deserve. But he can’t-he cant-

He won’t abandon her again. Not if he can help it. 

“Mind if I join you?”

She scoffs, all sharp edges and emptiness. “Go for it. So far, though, he hasn’t been real chatty.” 

He thinks, briefly, of telling her about the days a few short weeks ago, of seeing ghosts and trading rings for answers. The words stick in his throat, though, and he swallows them down. Instead, he simply settles on the grass beside her, careful not to touch. There isn’t another tree, so he has nothing to lean against, and his back immediately protests, but he ignores it. 

To his surprise, she doesn’t let the silence hang for long before she breaks it. “Why do you think he didn’t tell us?” 

The question has been playing on loop in his mind since he found out the truth, and he’s still not altogether sure he has an answer, but he can at least make a guess. “I think he wanted to protect you.”

She turns to him, eyes flashing dangerous. “That wasn’t his choice to make!” She nearly shouts, before looking away sharply. Every inch of her is tense, trembling, and he has the sense that she’s barely holding back tears and hates herself for it. Then, she exhales, looking back. Her eyes are dry, and he wants to break every person who has taught her to bottle up her pain, to let it destroy her from the inside out. 

“I know.”

“He should’ve told us. Told me, anyway. I was his friend.” 

He lets the jab slide, understands all too well how deserved it is, and nods. “I know. Believe me, I wish I’d known sooner.” 

“Would it have mattered?” She runs a hand through the grass around her, tugging it suddenly. “I mean, you still would’ve done everything the same, right? Black Claw, going after Nick… All of it.” 

Oh, how he wants to lie to her, wants to tell her that he would have given up everything for her in an instant, but the truth is, he doesn’t know what he would have done. Could he truly have traded one daughter for another? (More than likely, he would have tried to recruit her, and if he had failed…. He shudders to think of what Black Claw would have done to her.) 

“Probably with Black Claw,” he admits after a moment. “But maybe if I’d known, I would’ve handled things differently with Nick.” 

“You mean you wouldn’t have sent the whole city on a manhunt to kill him?” And that’s… That’s fair. He has many regrets in his life, and the things he did to two of the only men he’s ever called friends-Meisner and Nick-will keep him up at night for a long time. 

“I’d like to think that.” 

She gives a humorless snort. “Yeah. Me too.” 

He’s not altogether sure what to say to that. A part of him wants to apologize, to ask her questions about her life, to try to reach her. Another part wants to run as fast and far as he possibly can. Finally, part of him just wants to let her take the lead. 

He listens to the last part, falling silent, absently running a thumb over his ring finger. Time was, he’d twist his ring around when he was nervous, but he lost the habit long before he gave up the ring. It was a vulnerability, and he couldn’t afford those. 

Ha. Look at him now: sitting in by his best friend’s grave, with a daughter beside him that hates him, and one waiting for him at home that doesn’t know what kind of person he really is. Vulnerabilities on every side, and nothing to be done about it. (Well, nothing he’s willing to do.) 

“What was she like?” Trubel asks suddenly. “My-my mom.” 

Without permission, a half-smile tugs at his lips. “Rachel was… Brilliant. Funny. Reckless. Showed me how to take risks.” He searches his mind for a story, something to give Trubel a better picture of the woman she never got to know, and after a moment, one occurs to him. “When she was pregnant with you, she always craved peanut butter. Always said I should be grateful that it wasn’t anything weird, but she’d run out at odd hours of the night, and I’d always have to go pick her up a new jar. So one day, she… She ordered this huge box of jars. I came home to find two dozen jars of peanut butter on my front porch.” He shakes his head. “Cravings stopped not long after that, but she didn’t miss a beat. Just started making sandwiches for the neighborhood kids.” 

Trubel laughs, a little too hard for the story to warrant, and he raises a brow at her curiously. She shakes her head. “It’s nothing, it’s just… I hate peanut butter.” 

He cannot help but picture the face Rachel would make if she could hear that, and soon they’re both laughing, loud and out of place in the dreary graveyard. 

Finally, they sober. 

“I’m still mad at you,” she mutters, and his shoulders sag. “I mean, you may be my dad-” In spite of himself, his chest tightens a little in awe of that word. “-but Nick’s my family. Meisner was, too. And you-” She trails off, giving him a pained look that pierces right through him. 

“I know. And I don’t blame you for being mad. You have every right. I’m not asking you to just… Call me dad, move in with me and Diana, and pretend like nothing ever happened.”

“Then what are you asking?” 

The question hangs heavy between them, deadly serious, and he knows that if he answers it wrong, this conversation will be over. “I’m asking for a chance. A chance to be there for you. To be in your life.” The way I would have been all along, if I’d only known. 

She considers this for a long moment, before nodding. “Yeah. Okay, I guess. And… Like you said, I’m not calling you dad or anything, but-” A mischievous flicker in her eyes that reminds him oh-so-much of Rachel. “Does this mean I get to call you old man?” 

He sputters as she dissolves into laughter, halfheartedly swatting at her. She pushes back, still cracking up, and somehow, in the fray, she ends up with her head on his shoulder and his arm around her. He tenses, briefly, fully prepared for her to pull away, but she just sighs, the fight draining out of her. 

Tentatively, he rests his hand against her arm, mind racing in circles. For a brief moment, he’s flung back more than two decades, to the first time someone placed her in his arms. Back when her name was Ella, and she could fit just perfectly in his hands. So much time wasted. So many years he could have been holding her, if only he’d known. 

But at least he is now.

They don’t move for a long time. 

[ultimafangirl]

Ok, really quick. Regarding Lexaeus and Claire's daughters and friends and stuff.

Oldest is May. Officially adopted after Barley passed away. They tried to contact Joanna but couldn't get ahold of her. Though Claire implied that she wouldn't let her have May even if they could reach her.

Also, I have a half joke headcanon that Aeleus is May's birth father. I'll explain later.

(The situation also led to the first and only time Claire ever got drunk drunk. Using the phone in Doug's bar to call Joanna turned out to be a bad idea as Claire ended up hanging around pissed off and drank more than she meant to. Ended up getting picked up by Lexaeus later and tearfully begged him not to let the girls see her like this. He sent someone else to the house to watch the kids and stayed with her until she sobered up)

Second is Conny. Found wandering around in Traverse Town by Lexaeus, sometime before COM, his developing heart (thanks to Claire) took pity on her and he took her to Mineral Town. Claire gave her some food, Conny asked if she was her new mama, Claire fell in love immediately and decided to adopt her right then and there.

Third daughter is born sometime after KH3. Either named Molly or Angela, gotta check my old Harvest Moon generational fic notes. At this point Lexaeus and Aeleus exist at the same time, Lexaeus is a replica created from memories.

Claire met the rest of the basement trio before COM. She and Vexen actually get along fairly well cause they both have a low tolerance for morons.

She does not like Aeleus. She admits that she does not know the full story, but she's very protective of May and as far as she's concerned their little stunt was the start of May's abandonment issues. Lexaeus agrees. And when she meets Aeleus for the first time, when she and the girls were invited to Radiant Garden to help out with getting data for the replica, he let her punch him. (He said he deserved it and technically Lexaeus had given her permission)

And that was how the other apprentices discovered that Claire is a lot stronger than she looks.

May has visited Aeleus a couple times since then and Claire does send him pictures of May from time to time. Such as when May first got to participate in the Goddess Festival.

Lexaeus met Popuri fairly early in the relationship. Popuri tends to joke and fake pout that Lexaeus stole Claire from her. Claire's response is to point out that Popuri was married and pregnant before Claire had even met him.

[kathysugar]

admin- here are the headcanons, i finally got them somewhat organized

*Physical and related hcs:

Her last name is Martin.

Long naturally almost bleached-blonde hair

Big blue eyes

Wears a lot of makeup.

Had fairly crooked teeth as a kid but her parents saved up as much as they could so she could get braces because she was so pretty (according to them) except for her smile. (more on them later)

Looks almost identical to her mother and hates it.

Pretty short and petite but slightly curvy; large-chested.

Only wears gold jewelry; has a gold cross necklace that she never takes off.

One of those people that looks good in just about any color.

Has the voice of Clare Bowen in Nashville.

Has a thicker southern accent than other people in Tulsa because of her family and their background.

*Backstory:

Baby of the family.

Her brother is three years older than her and her sister is six years older than her.

She was born in Tupelo, Mississippi. Her family is from there and her parents moved her and her siblings to Tulsa when Kathy was four.

Her older sister (the oldest) went to college and started a family right after high school

Her brother ended up in jail for murder when he was 18 and Kathy was 15

Growing up she was always her parents’ favorite because she was the baby and they thought she could do no wrong. They considered her much prettier than her sister and a lot less trouble than her brother.

They expected her to make up for all their past mistakes.

She was the favorite until she turned 15 and started dating Two Bit (they didn’t like that she was, in their minds, acting low class)

Her parents got married their senior year of high school because her mother got pregnant.

Her mother was a drug addict and her father worked all the time.

Growing up, she didn’t know what was wrong with her mom, she just thought it was normal for her to do the things she did.

She found out about her mother’s addiction when she was ten.

While her and Two Bit were dating she wound up pregnant (at age 15).

She was so distraught when she found out that she turned to drugs and alcohol to cope.

It was so bad that it led to the loss of the pregnancy and her fertility (she was four months along when she lost the baby and had just begun to like the idea of becoming a mother. She had gotten sober just a few weeks before losing the baby)

She never told Two Bit about it- he broke up with her about two months into her pregnancy after cheating on her with Marcia.

Before all this happened he had asked her to marry him. She said that she’d be happy to once they were both out of high school.

Her parents kicked her out when she told them she was pregnant.

They made sure she kept quiet about the pregnancy to preserve whatever image they had (there wasn’t much of one to begin with)

She lived in one of Buck’s apartments for a couple months. He let her live there for free and didn’t tell anyone about the circumstances.

Her parents made plans to send her to live with an aunt in Mississippi once she started showing.

This obviously ended up not being necessary, and they later let her move back in.

*In relation to other characters:

Met Sandy the first day of kindergarten and they’ve been great friends ever since.

Sandy was the first person she told when she got pregnant.

She met Sylvia partway through middle school.

She met Two Bit the day before the first day of her freshman year when everyone went to check out their books (he was right behind her in line because of alphabetical order).

They started talking and he offered her a ride home. She said yes and he asked her out when they got to her house.

After dating for about two years, he asked her to marry him once they both graduated. (this would’ve taken place not long before the actual book)

They almost never fought; everyone considered them to be the absolute perfect couple.

She was still terrified to tell him about the pregnancy, and she put it off as long as she could.

After meeting Marcia, he started getting very distant- Kathy would later figure out why.

She didn’t know Marcia except for what she’d heard about her at school.

People tried to tell her that Two was cheating but she wouldn’t believe it.

Until one day when she was out with Sylvia, Sandy, and Evie and she caught the two of them together on the street corner.

(should i write a short thing for that? i dont want to include much here for it if i’m going to write about it)

She was completely taken back by it and didn’t believe it at first, even though she saw it herself.

She confronted him about it and he swore up and down that he’d stop seeing Marcia.

Decided to give him a second chance even though she didn’t trust him.

It turns out that she was completely right not to trust him- she caught them together a second time and she left on the spot.

She stayed up half the night packing up everything he’d left at her house that she could find and left it on his doorstep the next morning.

She hated him for a long time until she realized how much he’d changed since they were together. She loved the version of him that she’d had, but considered this new one a stranger to her.

This was only about a month before she lost the baby.

*Random:

She reminds me of the song Zozoi by France Gall

She’s a Virgo.

Loves the color blue.

Always has her nails painted.

Was a cheerleader during her first two years of high school (she got cut from the squad because of her pregnancy).

She’s very flirty when she’s drunk.

Speaking of which, she’s a total lightweight.

She’s outgoing but kind of soft spoken, except when she’s with her friends.

Wants to go to nursing school.

She’s great with kids.

Loves summer.

She’s low key a total ditz but she’s really feisty.

Has really bad judgement and puts herself into the worst situations.

Loves strawberries.

Has been planning her wedding since she was really little.

Hates asking anyone for anything.

Sings in her church’s choir. She’s kind of this perfect little southern-baptist church mouse.

Always wearing rose-scented perfume.

Can’t cook to save her life.

(i’m sorry this is so long- i tried to get it to cut and do the “continue reading” thing but it wouldn’t)

[calamiticus-blog]

and here’s the second one, which is also so messy and blah i’m so sorry it’s like 2 am and i wanted to get these out so my apologies for typos and general messiness. i added trigger warnings but if i missed anything pls lemme know and message me if you wanna plot with my babes :)

[ TRIGGER WARNINGS: DEATH, DEPRESSION, AND ALCOHOL/DRUG ABUSE UNDER THE CUT. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION. ]

❝  be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind. ❞

LYDIA GRAHAM? No, that’s actually MATILDA YOUNG. About to begin SEVENTH YEAR, this GRYFFINDOR student is sided with THE LIGHTNING INSURGENCY. SHE identifies as CIS FEMALE and is a MUGGLEBORN who is known to be RASH, IMPATIENT, and CALAMITOUS but also PUCKISH, CHARISMATIC, and CONFIDENT. 

general

name: matilda tillie ann young

age: 17

house: gryffindor

student functions: gryffindor keeper

boggart: the ghost of her mother, pale and withered and broken

patronus: wild cat

orientation: pansexual / panromantic

headcanons.

if you want a death sentence, you’ll call her matilda. no one calls her matilda. not even her own father calls her that. he knows better. you can call her tilda, matty, til - whatever. anything but matilda. mostly, she gets called tillie, and that’s how she introduces herself. “tillie young - at ya service,” she’ll say if you ask her for her name. she hasn’t uttered her full name - no one has - not since that day. and she wants it to stay that way. matilda young died the day her mother left this world, leaving behind a totally different person. a ghost of a person. and if you try to resurrect her, ever utter that name, all you’re going to get is a fistful of pain, either to the schnoz or the groin. don’t you dare call her matilda. 

tillie young grew up muggle, completely unaware of the phenomenon that was coursing through her veins. her childhood was fairly simple, though somewhat riddled with hardship. michael and tabitha young were, just that - young. tabitha was just seventeen when she found out she was pregnant, about to have a kid when she was still one herself. her boyfriend (a rather loose term for michael at the time) was just a couple years older, a uni drop out who played drums in a psychobilly band that was honestly not that good at all. the only good song he ever wrote was for a little black haired girl, a spitting image of her raven-haired mother, and the only joy the man ever had. despite her rocky origins, tillie grew up in a loving home with a pair of crazy, and heavily inexperienced, parents who were growing up beside their wild haired daughter. those first few years were bliss, the kid not knowing the troubles lurking beneath the surface of her parents’ wide grins. 

so it was a shock when the leukemia hit. tillie tries not to think about it, because it only ever gets her mad. it was just a reminder that life wasn’t bliss, that it was cruel and unfair and things never really ended with “happily ever after” like those silly children’s books mum would stop and read to her whenever they were out and happened to be near a book store. life was not some fairy tale. she had to learn this the hard way. her memories of her mom range from her being healthy and oh-so-happy to frail and weak. and yet she was always smiling, even through the hardest parts. she was so strong, so committed to making sure her daughter didn’t see the true suffering behind her eyes. tillie hadn’t a clue then what was happening, but looking back all the signs were there. despite their efforts, it didn’t take long for the sickness to take hold, and she remembers being curled up next to her mother, staring up at dark and beady eyes, hearing her father’s muffled weeps against the other side of her neck, barely concealing the slow and dying beat of tabitha young’s heart. she’d stayed there for a couple hours more, until they had to tear her away from the body’s side. she hadn’t even cried until they were out in the hallway and michael was struggling to keep tillie from jumping out of his arms and rushing back into the room where tabitha lay. 

it was shortly after this that life sent another curveball tillie’s way. when her mother left, so did any light in their world. her father resorted to alcohol and medication to numb the pain left from their loss. he was barely a dad now. tillie stopped calling him dad just to make that clear. she spent a lot of time between the homes of relative’s and “in the system” while her father went through phases of sobering up and falling into bad habits. eventually they gave up on both of them, and through a cruel twist of fate tillie stayed with her dad. she may have been the kid, but michael needed someone to take care of him more than he could take care of someone else. so she dealt with it, and soon enough the daughter became the caretaker. it forced her to grow up fast, but the everlasting memory of her mother kept tillie from growing up too fast. she still remained impish and charming and refused to be some stick in the mud grown up. that was dad’s job, even if he wasn’t going to live up to it. but her lifestyle left her with complicated and unnerving feelings, a sort of darkness that would follow her no matter how carefree she attempted to act in the face of all her adversity. 

this darkness took the most intriguing forms. all her life her parents had compared her to a storm. you could always sense just when a hurricane’s about to land, and according to her parents you could always sense when tillie was going through something. every tantrum was accompanied by a disturbance. the echo of her laughter caused things to literally jump. and those big old crocodile tears that leaked whenever she was upset brought on the most peculiar wonders that either tabitha or michael had ever seen. strange coincidences, they’d say, but when tillie was older and able to recognize the peculiarities herself, she couldn’t help but feel there was more to it. after all, things randomly, albeit briefly, levitating around you was no common occurrence. the answer to this quiet question that was plaguing her every night didn’t come until the arrival of a strange and ancient looking woman to her home when she was eleven, accompanied by a letter delivered by owl inviting her to attend hogwarts school for witchcraft and wizardry. it seemed like out of one of those fairy tales her mum used to read to her, but this was no fairy tale. magic was real, and tillie had some of it herself. 

the transition into being a witch was strange, to say the least, but tillie has embraced it fully. since discovering she’s a muggleborn, she’s wanted nothing more than to immerse herself completely in this new and fantastical world that’s been open to her. she took to hogwarts so naturally, it was like she was born with the knowledge of it. and while she isn’t the most studious or intelligent, she’s soaked up the education it’s given her. to know that magic is real and to be steadily mastering it has awakened a joy in tillie she never knew was there. not since her mother died. she found a passion for quidditch, being an exceptional beater. she loves charms and transfiguration, taking glee in transforming rats into goblets and the like. every second spent at that castle is like the first chapter to a brave new adventure. but the true reason she’s taken such a liking to hogwarts is because for the first time in a long time she has a home - and a community that loves her and welcomes her in with warm embrace. michael did little to make her feel love after tabitha’s passing. the friends she’s made at hogwarts and been the opposite. she doesn’t feel lonely anymore, not here. she feels at peace and blissful, like a child again. it’s hard to believe it’s her last year and that it’s all coming to a close. she wishes she could turn back time, back to that first day on the boat, so she could keep reliving these seven years over and over again. 

the war scares her. the prospect of her fairy tale world being ruined by the threat of war unnerves her. tillie doesn’t want ruin to come to the wizarding world. not when it’s been such a joyous escape from the tragedy of her past. she was quick to sign up for the insurgency - desperate to keep this danger from spoiling the beautiful community she’s come to consider her home. she’s eager to fight back, to bring an end to this ridiculous fight once and for all. with blind courage and optimism, she believes that they’ve got what it takes to bring a proper end to this. nevermind that they’re just a group of kids - this is their world. her generation is on the brink of adulthood, and these backward thinking pricks want to ruin their future? hell no. she won’t let this stand. as a muggleborn she feels particularly threatened and it only spurns her on more to stop the death eaters once and for all. behind all that courage and ambition, though, she’s afraid. she’s afraid that she won’t be good enough, that she’ll fail. she’s afraid of dying and leaving her father an even bigger mess than when her mother passed. 

loud and somewhat obnoxious, tillie is incredibly outgoing and isn’t shy when it comes to making friends. she’s rather protective and if she sees anyone being bullied she’s quick to jump to their defense and claim them as a friend. once you’re her friend, you can count on being protected by her. she may not seem like much but she’s tough and foul-mouthed and isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty or into a fight or two. growing up on the streets, she learned to fend for herself - and she’s seen her fair share of the big bad guys picking on the defenseless little ones. tillie won’t let that fly, though. as a seventh year, the question of her future has been brought up more than she wants to address. she’ll tell anyone she wants to be a holyhead harpy, and she very well could be, but there’s a lingering though of becoming an auror or working in law enforcement. she wants to protect the little guy, to bring justice to those that do wrong, but she isn’t sure her grades are enough to get her into a training program. so she won’t say it aloud. plus, holyhead harpy sounds so much cooler.  

wanted connections.

friends - like said above, tillie loves to make friends. and she loves to defend said friends. she’s a cross of mom friend and your friendly neighborhood badass - she will probably mom you and tell you to put on a jacket when it’s cold out because “you might get sick” and she’ll baby you and remind you to get enough sleep and eat three balanced meals, but she’ll also punch someone square in the nose for you, and is known to kick a few groins in the name of friendship. she’s already lost the most important person in her life - whenever she gains a new friend, she goes the extra mile to ensure their safety and happiness. and she loves to remind people she cares, because you never know when they won’t be around to hear it anymore. and she doesn’t want the lat words between them to be bad. ( can be multiple people )

exes - she may be a loving shit, but man tillie is not the best at maintaining serious romantic relationships. could be the unconventionality of her parents’ relationship. could be the string of destructive relationships she watched her father endure after tabitha left them. whatever the case, she’s just not good at keeping these things going. often times it’s because she gets scared. they’re getting in too deep. they’re really developing serious feelings about each other. then she gets cold feet. blame it on her self-destructive nature or inability to think decisions through before acting upon them - tillie always breaks things off just when they’re going so well. it’s because she’s used to good things leaving her. she said her goodbyes once and she can’t handle the thought of losing anyone else. with war looming on the horizon, this is getting all the more stressful. so she broke shit off again, because if something happens she can’t live with losing another person she loves more than life itself. better to end it now than see it end through death. ( any gender )

rivals - whether they are rivals on the pitch or elsewhere, tillie cannot stand this one person. they’re always against her, always standing in her way. they don’t see eye to hate. they think lowly of one another. maybe it’s a blood status thing. maybe it’s a gryffindor/slytherin thing. maybe it’s just the fact that tillie thinks she’s a lot better than this person and vice versa. whatever it is, there’s no doubt there’s bad blood between them. perhaps if they looked past their differences the pair could be a dynamic duo, come to actually like one another, but that doesn’t seem likely. tillie hates them with all of her might, and she refuses to see them as a human being. they’re more like the devil incarnate, but whatever. ( any gender )

can’t think of that many more but i’ll take like any connection you can think of so don’t hesitate to message me your ideas!!

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( feel free to message me with plots or connections, even if they aren’t listed on here ! i would be open to everything and anything ! )