#alec is an amazing father

[rodolfoparras]

Whoever said soap ghost and König can’t be gay and it makes them uncomfortable to hc them as gay but then went on and said that soap and ghost have a father son relationship made my day y’all are so funny god bless

[volturissideslut]

hello! can i ask for a (movie)caius and sibling!reader (gn)? reader looks exactly like caius: blonde, an angry chihuahua, and menacing. they have the gift of illusions (not like zafrina bc i'm pretty sure she can only project images into another's mind). and, just like caius, reader is ruthless but they're quiet and doesn't like to talk most of the time. oh, and reader is just about the same age as jane and alec (in the movie) :>>>

feel free to ignore! have an amazing day:)

𝕮𝖆𝖎𝖚𝖘 𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎

Caius had always been protective of you, even in his human life. I mean - you were his little sister. Of course he was protective.

And when he turned he was not going to leave you behind. How could he when you were practically begging him to take you with him?

And over the millenia he became more of a father figure to you

Especially because you were gifted

He would not let you be taken advantage of, even if it was by his own soul brother, Aro.

And so when you joined under the title of elite guard you were still more of a princess than anything. Just trained to be one of the most deadly princesses to exist. One of the most deadly guards to exist.

And so you remained by your brothers side, spitting image of him with a personality parallel to him.

The combined rage you both held was unmatched, unbeatable on the battlefield.

You two became quite the duo - becoming an even better trio when he met his wife Athenadora.

She also became somewhat of a sister slash mother figute to you, later taking on Alec and Jane too

Yet you always remained his favourite

His personal guard

It was his was of keeping you close by. Keeping you safe

And preventing you fron becoming Aro's errand girl

[ghoulie-67-baby]

Try and stop me Part 1 - Shadowhunters.

Summary: You were adopted by the Lightwood a few years back and Robert hates how you’re different you are from the others. An argument takes place and you’ve decided enough is enough.

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, bullying (idk what to call it), abuse (idk if you’d call it this?), shouting, angst, disowning a child.

Pairing: Lightwood family x Adopted!reader.

Word count: 1,376.

Note: Hopefully you’ll be able to tell from this that I ✨hate✨ Robert Lightwood.

We only gathered around the dinner table like this for family matters, especially at the institute. Isabelle sat beside me, talking animatedly about the training session she had just finished but I didn't hear much of it. The looks I'd been getting off our father had been unnerving, strange and inexplicable so I'd zoned out, overthinking it.

"It's nice to see everyone is actually here for once," Maryse took her seat, oddly family-orientated recently, at the head of the table beside Izzy and smiled at all of us. "We don't do this often enough." She was trying so hard to hold herself together for the past few weeks. Robert had been cheating on her and nobody knew. Maryse found out but hadn't told the others yet and I wasn't supposed to know but you hear things like arguments when you can't sleep at night. The whole family had noticed a difference in their dynamic but nobody commented, better to ignore these things and see if it all worked out in the end I guess.

We all dug in, always loving when Maryse came to see us and cooked her amazing meals. Izzy tried, bless her heart, but I'd rather eat mud than the food she conjured up and I know the others thought the exact same thing, it was fair to say she didn't have the same gift as Mom when it came to the kitchen. The conversation wasn't loud but it was a nice buzz in comparison to silence and I listened as Izzy and our mother spoke to each other. As soon as the table fell remotely quiet I was called on.

"Y/N, I noticed you've not been training as much as the others." Robert dabbed his lips with a napkin and I looked at him questioning look whilst swallowing my food. "You shouldn't be slacking off. Jace, Izzy and Alec are working so much harder than you."

"Can we not do this now?" Maryse seemed to almost beg him as she glared in his direction. My sibling's eyes zeroed in on me and Izzy tapped my leg under the table gently before looking pointedly at my fork. I placed it down from my trembling hands and sipped my water to clear my throat, I hated confrontation.

"I got a bit behind on the books is all so I'm giving myself a break from physical working to get some studying in, that's all but it won't be for long." I smiled unsurely "Just until I catch up."

"And why is it that you manage to fall behind when everyone else can stay ahead?" He raised an eyebrow. "You should be working just as hard and not being lazy and sitting around letting your studies get the better of you." My eyes flickered to our mother for a moment who looked apologetic and irritated.

"I've just been struggling a bit is all but it won't take me long to catch up, I promise." I bowed my head and shifted the food around my plate wishing I could just disappear into the tension-thick air.

"It's not good enough. You've had 4 years to catch up and it's getting beyond a joke. You need to be as good as the other three, what kind of a Shadowhunter will you be if you let this happen?" I pushed my chair out slightly with cold, shaking hands and bit back my tears of anger.

"Dad, don't you think you should cut her some slack?" Alec started, obviously uncomfortable.

"Don't involve yourself, Alexander." Now Jace looked furious. Nobody spoke to Alec like that when Jace was around not even Robert.

"I'm sorry that I've hit a bit of a slump but I'm working on it," I spoke through gritted teeth. "I know I'm not as good as them and I'm trying so just give me some time and space and hopefully I can get up to the standards you want." My voice was cold and harsh but I didn't care anymore. How dare he. I didn't need reminding that I wasn't a Lightwood or that I hadn't been with them as long as Jace. "Thank you for dinner Mom, I'm going to head off to bed." I stood from the table, not looking at anyone as I turned around.

"You aren't going anywhere Y/N!" Robert's voice thundered through the room and I stopped dead. "When will you finally sort yourself out? We won't baby you anymore! I expect better of you and if you don't sort this out then you won't be a Lightwood anymore, not that you've ever been much of one anyway." My breath hitched, and that stung more than anything ever had. My chest rose and fell as though I had run miles as I clenched my fists.

"Enough! That's too far!" Izzy stood up, arms braced on the table as her chair fell backwards.

"No, what's enough is Y/N taking advantage of the home and life we gave her despite who her parents were. We didn't have to take her in and I'm beginning to wish we hadn't!" This time Maryse yelled at him but I couldn't make out a word as my blood rushed through my ears, anger drowning out everything else. I was slightly aware of Isabelle's hand on my arm but my body wouldn't respond. I turned to face him slowly with a wicked grin on my face as my eyes met his.

"Finally." My voice was scarily calm. "You finally admitted it. After 4 years of thinking about it, you finally gathered up the courage to say it huh? Heaven forbid your wife has a kinder heart and takes in a child who needs her. By the angel, what a crime!" By this point, I was shouting. "I'm sorry that I'm not good enough for you and that I'm very clearly a disappointment but hey, guess you won't have to deal with that anymore if I'm not a Lightwood. I have tried my damn best for the past 4 years, harder than I have ever tried to do anything. All to get you to notice, to impress you, to make you proud so that I don't get overlooked by you anymore but no! Still not good enough!" My voice wobbled and I hated that tears of anger now stained my face. "I know I'm not as good as them and I didn't mind that but I still tried for you. Not for Mom, not for my siblings or the institute but for you because you just looked straight through me like I wasn't there. You always have and I'm sick of it! I'm sick of trying to make you happy and I'm sick of keeping it all to myself, I know more than you think I do and my mind is definitely stronger than you realise." My teeth bared in pure rage as I glared holes into him. "I've had enough. I'm done! I'm done trying to make you happy so you have your way."

I spun on my heel and stormed out of the room, pushing past the other Shadowhunters who seemed to have heard the commotion and making my way to the door. I grabbed a spare stele from one of the weapons racks, sliding it into my pocket and beelining for the doors. I ignored Clary's yells of concern as she followed after me and the voices of my siblings and Mom asking me to stay.

"Don't you dare walk away Y/N! If you walk out that door then you're done, You won't be welcome here anymore!" I stopped, my hands resting on the wooden doors. "I mean it! You leave and I don't want to see your face again!" I looked back at my Mom who was sobbing as Jace held her. I had never seen her so vulnerable, especially not in front of the whole institute.

"I love you, Mom, You guys know where to find me." I smiled at my Mom and siblings softly before looking at Robert. "As for you, try and stop me from coming home, I dare you." With that I threw open the doors and stormed out, leaving the shouting of Maryse behind as I held in my sobs.

[princeloww]

broadchurch fic recs !!

(Except I'm very picky and don't read Alec/Ellie fics)

Whumpuary Day 1: Secrets Revealed by AJWrites1998 (@bro-ken-spoon)

Summary: Ellie Miller was having the worst day of her life even before she got the text message. Takes place during season two, episode six.

Details Ellie's reaction to Alec getting his surgery (and telling her about it over text). Packed full of brilliant lines that are both clean and beautifully sensitive all at the same time. Spot-on characterisation, and quite a quick read. I personally really loved this one, and (as you'll probably notice) absolutely love this writer and their writing style.

All I Want For Christmas by AJWrites1998

Summary: The edges of his mouth turn down slightly, but he tries to play it off as thinking about whatever he’s managed to pull up on his computer. He sighs.

“Can’t,” he says, “Daisy’s visiting her mother for Christmas. She won’t be back till next week.”

Ah, so that’s what it was, then. He’s missing Daisy.

“Well, I guess if I can’t have Daisy, I’ll accept just you,” she says, then takes a sip of her own tea. She watches for his reaction over the top of the mug. He winces, but she didn’t exactly leave a lot of room to say no.

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Daisy's out of town for Christmas. Alec has some feelings on the matter. Ellie's there to help out.

Alec Hardy sick fic!!!! This is a Christmas themed one, but it definitely doesn't need to be Christmas time for it to be enjoyed. Ellie and Alec are written incredibly well - their interactions are so brimming with familiarity that you get the sense that these two characters really know each other, yet in such a spectacularly Hardy-Miller way. Very slice-of-lifey and quite low stakes. Very fun to read, and full of really sweet moments (like Alec helping Ellie put Christmas presents together).

A Hard Day's Night by AJWrites1998

Summary: “Well, she was right, even if you are feeling poorly now. We’ll get you some toast later on, when you’re feeling up to it again.” She feels the need to reinforce this, otherwise she fears he’ll take away the wrong lesson. Unfortunately, at the mention of food, he pales again. “No. No need. I’m never eating anything ever again.” he says, his face lined with pain. ------------ Alec Hardy doesn't usually eat anything at all. It's just his luck that the one time he does, it's gone bad. It's up to Ellie Miller to look after him.

Oh my god, I think this is my favourite Broadchurch fic ever. I think it deserves so much attention - it's amazingly written and honestly quite beautiful. It's witty, clever, and perfectly captures strong, familiar and platonic intimacy. This is another Alec sick fic where Ellie takes care of him. Their dynamic is really well written, and extremely accurate. The author clearly has a great understanding of the characters, and it really translates in this - and all of their - piece(s). Without giving too much away, I've got to say the hair scene is absolutely amazing. If you enjoy thinking of them in a queer platonic kind of way, this might be good for that? It's very intimate, in a way that is refreshingly platonic.

Over the Sea to Skye by lestatslestits (@lestatslestits)

Summary: five times Alec Hardy sang to his daughter while she was sick, and one time she sang to him instead.

Oops, it's another sick fic. I only read this one recently, but it is absolutely beautiful. The father-daughter relationship between Daisy and Alec is so compelling and sensitive, and every character is incredibly well written and characterised. I really, really recommend this one.

On this part, I'm going to go ahead and recommend lestatslestits' entire selection of Broadchurch fics. I've only read this one, because I genuinely literally just discovered it while writing this post, but I'm entirely confident that they are all amazing. I'm going to devour them as soon as I have a chance, and then probably devour their TOTA fics too. Amazing writer, please go check them out.

Mail Slot by capn_schmazz (whose tumblr I don't know)

Summary: Ellie thought about Alec in those first weeks of knowing him. Seeing if her memories were different now with this new information. They weren't. Not really. She wouldn't have ever guessed it if he hadn't trusted her enough to tell her, so she stopped thinking about those weeks and took a sip of tea in the present.

I am INSANE about this fic. It's absolutely perfect, yet subtle and meaningful and really impactful. Has suicide themes, as Alec tells Ellie about a past suicide attempt. It's really focused on the relationship between Ellie and Alec, as they have a late night/early morning conversation about first a case and then the past. Also one of my absolute favourites. The dynamic is so well done, and the characters are so well portrayed, that I had a tiny little David Tennant and Olivia Colman in my head as I read it. Genuinely, in my opinion, brilliant piece of writing.

I really really recommend all of these fics!! Please go check them out.

[lurafita]

Random thought about Malec and combat.

My headcanon is that Magnus doesn't like mundane fighting or battle oriented magic. He knows it, he mastered it, he might even be the best at it. But he learned it because it was necessary. As an orphan on the streets, with his father in Edom, in mundane wars, in shadow world wars. In order to protect others and himself, he had to master it. But it was never his passion. Not like when he uses his magic to create. Inventing the portal, making new wards, learning to heal, mixing new potions, or even just your every day party tricks. When he is using his magic like this, his blood sings and his energy sparks and it's like the world around him is truly alive.

- And Alec gets that. He listens when Magnus is playing around with a magical theory, and encourages Magnus' bouts of research and experiments,etc.

Alec doesn't like senseless violence, but not all violence is senseless. It is the shadowhunters' angel given duty to protect the world from demons, and fighting is in his blood. Perfecting his aim is exhilarating, learning a new move is amazing, sparring with his siblings is poetry in motion. Fighting against downworlders had only sounded correct because growing up, every adult had always emphazised their demonic connection. But killing a real demon had always felt so much more right than pursuing a downworlder ever had. Fighting a demon, fighting the truly evil, the real threats, is as scary as it is invogorating. Energizing. Thrilling. It's not like he doesn't enjoy peaceful days, but the fight (and even the bloodshed) is a part of him.

- And Magnus gets that. He guides Alec through old fighting styles he has learned in the past, makes him a training area with targets for his bow, etc.

They are different, but they don't begrudge each others' differences.

[cleopatraphouse]

what your favorite Parahumans ship says about you

(Obviously based on / inspired by @doubleca5t’s video series)

Taylor/Emma: You had a really hard time coming out as a lesbian.

Taylor/Sophia [ShadowSkitter]: Your favorite fanfic trope is enemies to lovers.

Taylor/Madison: You like redemption arcs, but you’re kinda lazy about it.

Taylor/Lisa [Smugbug]: “Be gay, do crimes” is not just a meme to you, it is your personal motto, it is your way of life. 

Taylor/Rachel [Wolfspider]: You are queer and neurodivergent. 

Taylor/Brian [Skrue]: Considering how uncommon this ship is you might honestly be Wildbow. 

Taylor/Alec [Jitterbug]: Your addiction to edgy boys who have trouble talking about their feelings is terminal. You have seven days left to live. 

Alec/Brian: You’re doing your best in a series with barely any viable M/M ships in the main cast. 

Alec/Brian/Lisa/Rachel/Taylor [Polysiders]: You’re super into the found family trope. You’re also super horny. 

Aisha/Taylor [Forgetabug]: ���Hoe don’t do it” is your favorite meme and ideal relationship dynamic.

Aisha/Brian [Laborncest]: You have an incest kink. And low standards.

Aisha/Alec: Doing crimes is more important to you than being gay.

Amy/Victoria [Guts & Glory]: You have an amazing ability to ignore the parts of canon you don’t like. And you have an incest kink.

Amy/Taylor [Pillbug]: You are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of being lonely together.

Taylor/Victoria [Punch Buggy]: Your appreciation for strong female protagonists is only outweighed by your appreciation for exploring trauma.

Amy/Taylor/Victoria: You think most friendship drama could be solved with a threesome. And you have an incest kink.

Amy/Lisa: You just wanted good things for Amy. And really, you’re allowed to want that.

Lisa/Victoria: You’re just here for the hatesex.

Dean/Victoria: You had a pretty easy time of it in high school. 

Uber/Leet: One of the hottest things you can imagine is a dude saying “no homo” just as he gets balls deep in his boyfriend’s ass.

Lily/Sabah [Needlepoint]: You are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of protecting someone.

Taylor/Dennis [Clockroach]: You like Worm, but you don’t get why it has to be so dark and morally ambiguous all the time.

Danny/Jack Slash [Jack Daniels]: You are desperate, DESPERATE for father figures. 

Assault/Battery: You think any joke can only be improved by slapstick.

Contessa/Number Man [Countessa]: You also ship Chell and Wheatley. 

Colin/Dragon: You’re a robofucker, obviously, but more than that you’re a transhumanist.

Ashley/Victoria [Starsong]: Your favorite fanfiction trope is useless lesbians.

Sveta/Victoria: You’re a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of shared trauma.

Erin/Rain: You have at least a passing interest in trad aesthetics, and a strong interest in FLR. 

Sveta/Weld: You like your monsters tragic and your relationships tragic-er. 

Rain/(any of the Heartbroken girls): You’re into femdom.

Jack Slash/Number Man: You toil in the yaoi mines all day and all night and have done so for at least twenty years.

[the-dawn-star]

Few stupid and less stupid headcanons of the Twilight universe. 

A/N: These are my own opinions and I realized that I had a lot less to say about the Twilight universe than I had with TVDU. @sarahelizabeth_talks on TikTok is amazing and I pretty much agree with her every Twilight take. The stupid ones are more like they don’t have any canon content behind them so they are just what I think of. 

-S 

+400ish words. 

The less stupid ones…

Jane and Alec view Aro as their dad and on the other hand Aro is super protective of them (especially with Jane). More than once over the centuries the twins have called Aro their father as an accident and Aro respectfully ignores it because he knows that if the twins had realized it they would have been mortified with shame. 

All of the higher Volturi guards have movie nights where they talk shit and talk about any drama that’s happening with the lower guards. They also get jealous when Aro is trying to make a vampire join the coven because of their powers. 

Carlisle and Aro were dating when Carlisle was a part of the coven. (Fight with the wall.) (I feel like I want to write a gothic, dark academia, religious undertones fic about them!!) 

Carlisle was born in the 1700s so he is quite religious and he goes to church with Esme on major holidays. It makes him feel more human and helps him to remember how he doesn’t want to hurt people. 

Rosalie and Emmett get married again every once in a while, that’s a fact. But I think Rosalie’s dresses are never pure, stark white. She likes to be a bit out of the box with stuff like this. 

Jessica will be a successful woman who takes no shit from anyone. She and Angela will stay as really good friends their whole life. (Justice for the human characters!!)

The stupid ones…

After a few years of happy family life, Bella will break up with Edward and they try to co parent Rigatoni (Renesmee) but both of them are really bad at it. (After that Bella will start to drink human blood and Edward will be disgusted by it.)

Renaissance (Renesmee) will be weirded out when she realizes that her parents were so okay with the whole imprinting thing. For a while she doesn’t speak to anyone of the coven + Jacob. 

If you read the similar post about the TVDU, in that one I said that all vampires are some sort of queer and I would like to say the same shit with this universe too but fuck Twilight vampires are so heteronormative. 

All of the Cullens have so many unpaid speeding tickets and that's one reason why they have to move around. They also owe millions to the tax department. 

Caius is a fashion nerd. The man loves expensive and luxurious clothing. 

Jacob in his wolf form once slipped while running next to a river. He fell into the water being drenched. Later, all of the pack members laughed at him and he is still a bit embarrassed about it but it’s all in good fun. 

Bella was really grossed out when in New Moon Edward states that he is like 109 and for a moment Bella was ready to break up with him.

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[bad-fucking-omens]

The Witch Twin (Alec V. x OC) Preface, Introduction, & Chapter 1

Summary: When I thought about my future, I was sure that I had the rest of my life vaguely planned out.

Then, my older sister moved up from Arizona to stay with us — and turned my entire life upside down.

I had no idea just how bad it had gotten until I was standing in a castle in Italy, convinced that I was about to die.

Length: 3.7K words (Complete fic 71.8K words)

Fic warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, death, explicit smut (M/F), referenced/implied past child abuse, emotional manipulation by sibling

Chapter warnings: None

Read on AO3 or read below

PREFACE

You are the kindest thing

that ever happened to me,

even if that is not how our tale is told.

When everyone else told me I was

destined to be a forgotten nymph

that nurtured flowers and turn meadows gold,

you saw that the ichor that resides in me

demanded its own throne.

You showed me

how a love like ours can turn

even the darkest, coldest realm

into the happiest of homes.

-  Nikita Gill

INTRODUCTION

When I thought about my future, I was sure that I had the rest of my life vaguely planned out.

I would graduate from Forks High School in three years, then go to college in Seattle, or maybe Tacoma or Spokane — far enough away from Forks that I could truly start my own life but close enough to visit Charlie every weekend so he wouldn’t be lonely. I would finish my degree — which would probably be something in the sciences or maybe the arts — then I would start my career in my chosen field.

I would eventually find someone that I would want to spend the rest of my life with, someone I loved and who loved me just as much. We would probably get married at some point and maybe even have a kid or two down the road. I would come back to Forks every so often to visit my father with my family. It was always so easy to envision myself and my father and my family sitting in the living room, laughing and eating and watching some sports game on the TV. I thought that it was inevitable that I would always spend my holidays exactly like that — happy and surrounded by the people that I loved the most.

Then, my older sister moved up from Arizona to stay with us — and turned my entire life upside down.

I had no idea just how bad it had gotten until I was standing in a castle in Italy, convinced that I was about to die.

1. CONFESSIONS

Bella was waiting for me and Charlie at the front door when we finally made it home from the hospital. I was holding our father’s hand, trying to give him some sort of comfort as he tried to cope with the sudden loss of one of his closest friends, Harry Clearwater.

Bella wrapped her arms around his waist as soon as he was close enough. Dad pulled his hand away from mine to hug her tightly. I glanced down at the ground, swallowing down my emotions once again. 

‘Charlie had a rough day,’ I reminded myself. ‘He didn’t mean to snub me by pulling his hand away.’

“I’m sorry about Harry, Dad,” Bella murmured.

“I’m really going to miss him,” he said.

“How’s Sue doing?”

Charlie sighed deeply and said, “She seems dazed, like she hasn’t grasped it yet. Sam’s staying with her. . . . Those poor kids. Leah’s just a year older than you, and Seth is only fourteen. . . .”

He kept his arm around Bella as he started towards the door again. I followed behind them silently.

“Um, Dad?” Bella began nervously. “You’ll never guess who’s here.”

Charlie and I both looked at Bella, then glanced around the street. Just as I spotted the shiny, black Mercedes parked a little down the street, a soft, high-pitched voice floated out of my house and raised the hair on the back of my neck.

“Hi, Charlie, Eve. I’m sorry I came at such a bad time.”

“Alice Cullen?” Charlie said. I glared at the pixie-like girl, my hands curling into fists as Charlie asked in amazement, “Alice, is that you?”

“It’s me. I was in the neighborhood.”

“Is Carlisle–”

“No, I’m alone.”

I clenched my jaw. My nails were digging into the palms of my hands so hard that I wondered if they would draw blood.

“She can stay here, can’t she?” Bella pleaded, looking up at Charlie and drawing my glare towards her. “I already asked her to.”

“Of course. We’d love to have you, Alice,” Charlie answered.

I scoffed and brushed past all three of them to finally head into the house. I could hear Alice say from outside, “Thank you, Charlie. I know it’s horrid timing.”

“No, it’s fine, really,” Charlie assured her as I began to climb the stairs and they moved inside. “I’m going to be really busy doing what I can for Harry’s family. It will be nice for the girls to have some company.”

Tears gathered in my eyes as I walked into my room and closed the door behind me.

What the hell was Bella thinking? Or Alice, or Charlie for that matter? They had to know that Alice Cullen was only going to stay for one night, maybe two, and then she would leave again. There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that once she did leave, Bella was going to be destroyed and Charlie and I would be left to pick up her broken pieces yet again. My sister and father might still have soft spots for Alice, but I didn’t trust any of the Cullens anymore, not after how they had treated Bella.

I still didn’t understand how they could treat her so horribly. How could they all just disappear one day and not even return her calls or emails? How could Edward leave my sister out in the woods after breaking up with her? How could he leave without making sure that she at least made it back to the house safely?

How could any of them claim to have ever loved or cared about her at all?

After taking a quick shower the next morning, I walked downstairs to find Alice sitting with Charlie in the kitchen while he attempted to make breakfast. I leaned back against the counter beside him, watching warily as he poked the bacon frying in the pan.

Alice asked quietly, “How bad was it?”

I shot her a nasty look as Charlie sighed and said, “Real bad.”

“Tell me about it. I want to know exactly what happened when we left.”

I looked down at my sock-clad feet as I crossed my arms securely over my chest. I tried to control my breathing as I blinked back tears.

Charlie hesitated before he spoke. “I’ve never felt so hopeless. I didn’t know what to do — neither of us did. That first week. . . . I thought I was going to have to hospitalize her. She wouldn’t eat or drink, she wouldn’t move. Dr. Gerandy was throwing around words like ‘catatonic,’ but I didn’t let him up to see her. I was afraid it would scare her.”

“She snapped out of it, though?” Alice asked.

“I was going to have Renée come to take her to Florida. I just didn’t want to be the one . . . if she had to go to a hospital or something,” Charlie explained. “I hoped being with her mother would help. But when she heard her mother was on her way and we started packing her clothes, she woke up with a vengeance. I’ve never seen Bella throw a fit like that. She was never one for tantrums, but boy did she fly into a fury. . . . She threw her clothes everywhere and screamed that we couldn’t make her leave . . . and then she finally started crying. I thought that would be the turning point. I didn’t argue when she insisted on staying here . . . and she did seem to get better at first. . . .”

“But?” Alice prompted when he trailed off.

He sighed. “She went back to school and work, she ate and slept and did her homework. She answered when someone asked her a direct question. . . . But she was . . . empty. Her eyes were blank. There were lots of little things — she wouldn’t listen to music anymore. I found a bunch of CDs broken in the trash. She didn’t read, she wouldn’t be in the same room when the TV was on, not that she watched it so much before. I finally figured it out . . . she was avoiding everything that might remind her of . . . him.”

I dug my fingernails into my arms at the mere mention of Edward. My hatred for him had soaked into every cell of my body after the way he had destroyed my sister. Somehow, I just knew that he knew how depressed Bella would get if he left her. He just didn’t care.

“We could hardly talk,” Charlie continued. “Eve and I were so worried about saying something that would upset her — the littlest things would make her flinch — and she never volunteered anything. She would just answer if I asked her something. . . . She was alone all the time, even with us here. She didn’t call her friends back, and after a while, they stopped calling. It was night of the living dead around here. I still hear her screaming in her sleep. . . .”

My chest tightened as Bella’s tortured screams echoed through my mind. Tears pricked my eyes and I blinked them back once again. Bella’s nightmares had been the singular most horrid thing about the Cullens leaving. It was as if their disappearance from Forks had traumatized her more than anything else ever could.

“I’m so sorry, Charlie,” Alice said.

I bit back the acidic comment I wanted to spit at her as my father replied, “It’s not your fault. You were always a good friend to her.”

I scoffed, quietly enough that Charlie couldn’t hear me.

Alice’s eyes flickered towards me for a moment before she looked back at Charlie. She said, “She seems better now, though.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “Ever since she started hanging out with Jacob Black, I’ve noticed a real improvement. She has some color in her cheeks when she comes home, some light in her eyes. She’s happier. . . . He’s Eve’s age, so he’s a year younger than her, and I know Bella used to think of him as a friend, but I think maybe it’s something more now, or headed that direction, anyway. Right, Eve?”

I gave him a small smile and said placatingly, “Yeah, maybe.”

But the moment he looked away, my smile disappeared. It was a wistful dream. It was true that there seemed to be something between them, but the one thing I had learned during this whole nightmare was that Edward would always hold Bella’s heart in his hands, no matter how much he hurt her. I hated him for it.

“Jake’s old for his years,” Charlie said, almost defensively. “He’s taken care of his father physically the way Bella took care of her mother emotionally. It matured him. He’s a good-looking kid, too — takes after his mom’s side. He’s good for Bella, you know.”

“Then it’s good she has him.”

Charlie sighed and I could almost see the way his façade crumbled at Alice’s words.

“Okay, so I guess that’s overstating things. I don’t know — even with Jacob, now and then I see something in her eyes, and I wonder if I’ve ever grasped how much pain she’s really in. It’s not normal, Alice, and it . . . it frightens me. Not normal at all. Not like someone . . . left her, but like someone died.”

My heart throbbed painfully in my chest when I heard Charlie’s voice crack. He had never been a very emotional man, so hearing the strain in his voice hurt me. Gently and wordlessly, I nudged him away from the stove and took over cooking breakfast myself. Charlie said nothing, but the way his hand lingered on mine for a few moments conveyed his appreciation better than his words could have.

“I don’t know if she’s going to get over it. . . . I’m not sure if it’s in her nature to heal from something like this. She’s always been such a constant little thing. She doesn’t get past things, changer her mind,” he said.

“She’s one of a kind,” Alice agreed. I threw a glare at her over my shoulder, even though I wasn’t quite sure why her comment bothered me so much.

“And Alice,” Charlie hesitated, then said, “Now, you know how fond I am of you, and I can tell that she’s happy to see you, but . . . I’m a little worried about what your visit will do to her.”

“So am I, Charlie, so am I,” she sighed. “I wouldn’t have come if I’d had any idea. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, honey. Who knows? maybe it will be good for her.”

“I hope you’re right.”

I shook my head, choosing to remain silent. Of course Alice’s visit wouldn’t be good for Bella. Alice would eventually leave and shatter the few delicate parts of Bella that had somehow managed to heal.

“Alice, I have to ask you something.”

I glanced at Charlie as I began to plate his breakfast. Alice said, “Go ahead.”

“He’s not coming back to visit, too, is he?”

Charlie sounded about as furious as I felt. I knew our rage had to be on nearly the same level. I didn’t think either of us would hesitate to rip Edward a new one if he dared to show his face around here again.

“He doesn’t even know I’m here. The last time I spoke with him, he was in South America.”

I scoffed openly this time and Charlie snorted. I placed his plate in front of him as he commented bitterly, “That’s something, at least. Well I hope he’s enjoying himself.”

Alice tensed and replied steelily, “I wouldn’t make assumptions.”

I had been reading a book upstairs when I heard the shouting. I quickly set my book aside and rushed downstairs. I followed the noise to the living room, where I found Bella, Alice, and Jacob Black. My wide eyes glanced between them, watching as Jacob shouted profanities at Alice, who was ignoring him, a strange look of horror and determination etched onto her face. Bella looked horrified, even more so than when she had the nightmares that made her wake up screaming.

“What’s going on?” I asked worriedly.

“Alice?” Bella said weakly. “What happened?”

“I don’t know!” Alice exclaimed. “What is he thinking?”

She pulled a cellphone from her handbag. My jaw dropped as I watched her dial a number so quickly that her fingers blurred together. How in the hell was it even possible for her to move that fast?

“Rose, I need to talk to Carlisle now. . . . Fine, as soon as he’s back. No, I’ll be on a plane. Look, have you heard anything from Edward?”

As Rosalie Cullen answered Alice’s question, the tiny girl’s face grew more and more appalled by the second. The phone shook in her hand. I looked at Bella, hoping that she would notice my confusion and explain what was happening, but her eyes were locked onto Alice.

“Why? Why would you do that, Rosalie?” A silent moment passed, then Alice spoke again, “Well, you’re wrong on both counts, though, Rosalie, so that would be a problem, don’t you think? Yes, that’s right. She’s absolutely fine . . . I was wrong. . . . It’s a long story. . . . But you’re wrong about that part, too, that’s why I’m calling. . . . Yes, that’s exactly what I saw. . . . It’s a bit late for that, Rose. Save your remorse for someone who believes it.”

She snapped the phone shut and turned back towards Bella.

Bella said, “Alice, Alice, Carlisle is back, though. He called just before–”

“How long ago?”

“Half a minute before you showed up.”

“What did he say?”

“I didn’t talk to him.”

Alice and Bella turned expectantly towards Jacob, and I mirrored them. He flinched, but he didn’t move away from Bella’s side. My mind was whirling, trying to understand what was happening — or what had happened. Nothing about this made sense.

“He asked for Charlie, and I told him Charlie wasn’t here,” Jacob muttered.

“Is that everything?” Alice demanded coldly.

“Then he hung up on me.”

Bella said in a soft voice, “You told him Charlie was at the funeral.”

Alice’s head snapped towards my sister. “What were his exact words?”

“He said, ‘He’s not here,’ and when Carlisle asked where Charlie was, Jacob said, ‘At the funeral.’”

Alice moaned in pain and fell to her knees. I took a step back in shock, glancing between her and Bella and Jacob in confusion.

“Tell me, Alice,” Bella whispered.

“That wasn’t Carlisle on the phone.”

“Are you calling me a liar?” Jacob snarled. Alice ignored him, her unblinking gaze locked on Bella’s face as she explained, “It was Edward. He thinks you’re dead.”

Bella sighed as she relaxed. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Why would Edward think that Bella was dead? Why was Alice so clearly distraught? Why was Bella suddenly so calm about this?

“Rosalie told him I killed myself, didn’t she?”

“Yes. In her defense, she did believe it. They rely on my sight far too much for something that works so imperfectly. But for her to track him down to tell him this! Didn’t she realize — or care?”

“And when Edward called here, he thought Jacob meant my funeral.”

“You’re not upset,” Alice whispered.

“Well, it’s rotten timing, but it will all get straightened out,” Bella replied. “The next time he calls, someone will tell him what really. . . .”

She trailed off, her brown eyes widening slightly as she took in the genuine horror on Alice’s face.

“Bella, Edward won’t call again,” Alice said slowly. “He believed her.”

“I don’t understand,” Bella said, her voice so quiet that I could only barely make out the words.

“He’s going to Italy.”

For a single moment, everything seemed to be frozen. No one moved or spoke. Then, Bella shrieked, “NO! No! No, no, no! He can’t! He can’t do that!”

“He made up his mind as soon as your friend confirmed that it was too late to save you.”

“But he — he left! He didn’t want me anymore! What difference does it make now? He knew I would die sometime!”

Alice said quietly, “I don’t think he ever planned to outlive you by long.”

“How dare he!” Bella screamed, jumping to her feet. Jacob stood up beside her, attempting to put himself between her and Alice. “Oh, get out of the way, Jacob!” She elbowed her way around him and begged Alice, “What do we do? Can’t we call him? Can Carlisle?”

She shook her head. “That was the first thing I tried. He left his phone in a trash can in Rio — someone answered it.”

“You said before we had to hurry. Hurry how? Let’s do it, whatever it is!”

“Bella, I-I don’t think I can ask you to. . . .”

“Ask me!”

Alice put her hands on Bella’s shoulders, her voice deadly serious as she spoke. “We may already be too late. I saw him going to the Volturi — and asking to die. It all depends on what they choose. I can’t see that until they make a decision. But if they say no, and they might — Aro is fond of Carlisle, and wouldn’t want to offend him — Edward has a backup plan. They’re very protective of their city. If Edward does something to upset the peace, he thinks they’ll act to stop him. And he’s right. They will.”

Bella just stared at Alice for a moment. Her jaw was clenched, her expression seemingly frustrated.

“So, if they agree to grant his favor, we’re too late. If they say no, and he comes up with a plan to offend them quickly enough, we’re too late. If he gives into his more theatrical tendencies — we might have time. . . . Let’s go!”

“Listen, Bella!” Alice exclaimed. “Whether we are on time or not, we will be in the heart of the Volturi city. I will be considered his accomplice if he is successful. You will be a human who not only knows too much, but also smells too good. There’s a very good chance that they will eliminate us all — though in your case, it won’t be punishment so much as dinnertime.”

“This is what’s keeping us here?” Bella asked. “I’ll go alone if you’re afraid.”

“I’m only afraid of getting you killed.”

“I almost get myself killed on a daily basis! Tell me what I need to do!”

“You write a note to Charlie. I’ll call the airlines.”

“STOP!” I yelled. All three of them turned towards me, their eyes wide as if they had forgotten that I was even in the room with them. “What the fuck is going on? What are you talking about? Bella, you can’t just go to Italy!”

“There’s no time–”

I cut Alice off, “I’m not letting you take my sister all the way to Italy, where you said that she is probably going to die unless you tell me what is really going on!”

“The Cullens are vampires,” Bella said. My eyes widened and I opened my mouth to speak, but Bella rambled on before I could say a single word. “I’ve known about them and what they are since Edward and I got close last year. . . . The Volturi are like their government, or royalty, or something in between, I’m not really sure. They have laws that all vampires are supposed to follow, like not letting humans know that vampires exist. . . . Edward thinks I’m dead because Alice saw me jump off the cliff — oh, yeah, some vampires have special powers, so that’s how Alice can see the future. Edward is going to ask the Volturi to kill him. . . . I need to go. I need to save him, Eve.”

“Bella–”

“Eve, I can’t lose him!” she insisted, tears in her eyes. Her lip trembled and her voice broke as she begged, “Please, please, just this once put yourself in my shoes and help me.”

I flinched at her words and my heart stung sharply in my chest. These past few months, my whole life had revolved around helping my sister. But, like always, I pushed aside my own feelings and swallowed my thoughts in order to help my family.

“Fine,” I sighed. “But, I’m going with you. I’m not letting you do this by yourself.”

“No,” Alice insisted, shaking her head. “It’s too risky.”

I glared at her. “Either I’m coming with you, or I’ll call Charlie home from work right now.”

“Please, Alice,” Bella mumbled, taking my hand in hers. “Just let her come with. We need to go.”

Alice stared at me for a long moment, a blank expression on her face, before she sighed.

“Hurry.”

[im-out-of-it]

season 1, episode 3 discussion list

1. “there is some truth to the idea that human beings should have a modicum of common sense.” ALEC GO OFF KING

2. seriously like what nerve does clary have to be mad at Alec and Izzy????? SIMON SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN THERE

3. it’s a shame Alec isn’t already in charge of the institute for real. because he would have shipped clary’s ass off the second she got there.

4. “so this doesn’t matter to you?” no Alec, it doesn’t concern her. she doesn’t care that the cup can control demons and can cause chaos for downworlders and not just shadowhunters. all she cares about is her mom and Simon and pissing everyone off. she’s good at that lmao

5. “I need you to put your trust in me”- clary being a dumbass for 729189129828 hours in this show. why should they trust her? she came out of nowhere, creates more problems for them, and now has the most hated enemy as a father- which isn’t her fault but I’m sorry, clary hasn’t done a single thing to show she should be trusted

6. GIVE ME STRENGTH TO GET THROUGH CLACE SCENES

7. “downworlders are slaves to their impulses, we’re not”- ok so Alec does say some shit about them but fact is, he changes and adapts 🥰 I don’t need any pro book fans trying to argue on my posts (magnus gif because why not?) (also Magnus is not in this episode at all) (and this is my fav magnus outfit)

8. “We’ve all got our things, don’t we?” Izzy calling Alec out after Alec calls Izzy out. I LOVE IT 😭

9. it amazes me how much Alec does everything to help jace even if it means breaking the rules and it’s always never enough smh

10. Raphael is also a mood. so is Camille. FUCK THEY ARE BOTH HOT OK?????? my bi ass is going crazy (I also love the way he says this line)

11. “are you so desperate to get laid, you’ll risk killing us?” Jace denies but isn’t it the truth???? maybe it’s not just about getting laid but he’s done so much reckless shit already since meeting clary. so in a way, alec has a point (but I’m biased)

12. “it’s bad enough not to have a vote, but worse to be treated as inferiors. they act as if seelies aren’t half- angel too.”- meliorn with the truth!!!!! literally they all act as if the seelies are evil and terrible just because they’re half demon

13. HIS FACIAL EXPRESSIONS KILL ME BECAUSE SAME ALEC

14. fucking hell, that whole motorcycle scene is so cringe and we are supposed to believe they have chemistry?

15. “Alec would die for me. he’ll be here.” but would you die for alec, jace? because the answer is no. you only care about Alec as long as he does what you want him to do.

17. from episode 1 BUT IZZY IS SO FINE 🔥

18. “so let’s distract them. so let’s distract them.” I love my fav pair Lightwood siblings fighting together ✨

19. Alec saving the day ONCE AGAIN

20. side note- camille is also sooooo fine 🥰🔥

21. “I’m older than you jace, I’m not in your shadow.” - Alec. literally jace has never once thought of how Alec feels in any of this and it shows. Alec is tired of living in a shadow and I’m guessing, tired of wanting someone around who doesn’t give a shit about them

thank you for coming to our shadowhunter show meetings and whatever name I created but forget about. 21 is our number today, maybe we’ll get a different one at the next discussion. I found out I can include many gifs so i went overboard. sue me 🥲

[lemondrip103]

I like your Alec and Fiore father-daughter stories. They're so wholesome, like the most recent one where he looks after her during her fever in his team's camp.

Have you thought of doing one where he puts her in his backpack during the scorpion cave challenge from season 1?

Oooo! That's an amazing idea!! I have a Google doc of ideas and stuff, but I do have alot of ideas to write (14 in total, which includes larger fics and more chapters to my current ones)

So I don't rlly get to write alot of ideas as quickly as I would want to 😓 I do have summer break soon though! Hopefully it'll give me more time to write.

Ill absolutely add that idea to my doc! Just be warned it might take me a long while to write it lol. And tysm for supporting me and my works!!! It means so much to me ❤️❤️❤️ my supporters are the sole reason I write lol :D

[rodolfoparras]

You post and your online anon children gather lol.

I come with amazing news (at the same time bittersweet). I stopped doing public around 6th grade and I have been homeschooled since then because I was always getting sick plus I was dealing with a bunch of mental problems. I'm currently doing an online private school that lets you set your own pace luckily because I, 18 year old, was supposed to graduate last year but I been sick so I slacked behind accidentally.

But now (might wanna get the tissues), I'm going to graduate mid October of this year and I currently have Texas A&M along with UMHB (University of Mary-Hardin Baylor) and a few other popular colleges reaching out for me to join them for college next year. I haven't been to public school since 6th grade, always been sick or my mental health in the gutter, but now I'm doing something that me, my family and my friends thought was impossible.

I'm giving you an update since I see you as an online father figure and the anons as my siblings (along with Gnome and their anons since I'm 🦆 there too). I might not be on as much because my life is doing a huge 180, I go from a sick, depressed and suicidal little kid to an almost 19 year old where everything is practically perfect and I'll be honest, you, Gnome, Emby and your mutuals have been a huge part of it since I love reading the other anons talk and I love hearing from y'all. Thank you, Alec, for being my first ever Tumblr blog and thank you for changing my life. Sorry for the long ass rant but I wanted to open so everyone reading this knows that anything is literally possible, you just have to open your doors.

I love y'all,

-🦆

Sugar bee that sounds absolutely wonderful!!!! Oh my god reading this made me so happy I’m so proud of you for pushing through and graduating doesn’t matter if you’re a wee bit late the fact that you reached the finish line is amazing not only are you graduating but you have wonderful opportunities awaiting you!! I’m so proud of you little love!! I can understand how it feels when all puzzle pieces are fitting in place and just know I’m here cheering for you you deserve it little angel!!

And please sugar bee😭😭 I am so honored to be seeen as a parental figure my one and only goal is to give yall comfort and security wether it be through my fics or through my other posts and it makes me happy I’ve managed to do so!! And do not worry about not being online you get your life together you deserve everything good and more little love!! Giving you the biggest warmest hug MWAH MWAH MWAH congrats little angel may nothing but good things follow you from now on 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

[canonically47]

review pls

EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP YUL HAD HIS ASS HANDED TO HIM AND WE GOT JAJAMES IN THE FINALE. ONC DO NOT FUCK THIS UP FOR ME.

DCAS ep 19 - review

spoilers !!!! (but you knew that.)

tom saying jake sees the best in people was so fucking funny i'm sorry like we both know He Does Not. even the line was like 'despite his anxieties he..' baby ur literally saying 'despite not seeing the best in people he really does see the best in people' you are so fucking stupid

side note tom is actually an idiot, unironically. not haha himbo idiot just an actual fucking idiot. how is he 30. how is he a fan favorite. HOW IS TOMJAKE A FAN FAVORITE SHIP nonono im not talking about this rn im NOT (claws at my enclosure)

ugh i forgot tomjake is like. a thing. and not a very bad made-up fanon ship. and they're giving them a spin-off. for a sec i allowed myself to exist in a world where ONC made good writing decisions. what a world it was

james being jake's biggest hater was amazing. almost unleashed my inner jake hater. there is still time though, trust

kinda sad to see huntess not hang out with anyone but each other. i was waiting on tess interacting with gabellie or something

on the bright side, GRETT HAVING A MOMENT WITH GABELLIE??? HELLOOOOOOOOO?????? CAN YALL HEAR ME???????????????

gabgrellie save me.... save me gabgrellie............

speaking of ellie she looked so off the entire episode. why did her eyes move like that. am i crazy. she looked so ugly

oh my fucking god they fucking burnt yul's face. that's crazy. grett the woman that you are <333 i might actually draw the prick because he looks cool now

i am also sooooooo glad they're not giving him a half-assed redemption arc. they know he sucks ass. at least we have that

krystal saying "that's the good shit" was the most embarrassing thing ever in fact her entire part before dinner was embarrassing. why did she keep. doing that and saying that. girl why are you interrupting the moment you want to get on camera are you an idiot

also she fell victim to the inconsistency bc tell me why she was bitching and moaning the entire season about 'those that really matter' and being all lpvey dovey about her friends but then derek is like 'trevor :)' and she goes 'why arent u professional' girl.

and derek. man. we all know youre lying genuinely fuck you. 'he matters to me' GIRLLL WHEEENNNNNNNNNNN HAVE YOU SHOWN THAT 😭😭😭

FIORE AND ALEC!!! ALEC SCOWLING THEN LOOKING AT FIORE AND INSTANTLY SMILING!!! HIM PROTECTING HER FROM YUL!!! HIM COVERING HER EYES WHEN YUL GOT BURNED!!! TH!!! THE!!!!!!! THE FATHER-DAUGHTER DUO EVERRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭

now allow me to be even more not normal

JAJAMES CRUMBS 🗣🗣🗣‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥 JAMES IS HELPING JAKE IN THE FINALE EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP HERE IS HOW JAJAKEDEN NATION CAN STILL WIN- [gets shot] [gets shot] [gets shot] [gets s

please god PLEASE LET THEM BECOME FRIENDS because if they do i will actually write DSVC fic about jajakeden getting together. i made a promise to myself to never write DSVC fic but if they become friends. i will be so. fucking. annoying.

JAJAMES PLEASE BECOME FRIENDS PLEASEEEEEEE PLEASE 😭😭😭

sooooo glad fiore not only did not pick riya but also GAVE HER THE DISADVANTAGE. JAKE FANS HERE IS HOW WE CAN STILL WIN

why did they bring emily back just to make her a bitch.

JAJAMES PLEEEEEAAAAAASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE 😭😭😭😭😭

there are many things wrong with this ep (like derek existing, and also his lines, and also yul existing,,, and the stuff ive pointed out) but its ONC. i'll throw them a bone ig. i'm okay with what we got, it obviously wasn't a masterpiece and it felt fanservice-y in parts (yk that one post or ask or whatever that says season 1 & 2 DSVC was a show a fandom was built off, but season 3 is a show built off the fandom? yea some scenes reminded me of that. coigh cough krystal mildly breaking the fourth wall.) but i'm glad connor only got like 2 seconds of screentime, fiore and alec got along, and the jajames crumbs oh my.. <3

overall, an 8/10 and if my memory isn't failing me this is probably the best rating since ep 13?? but yea it was a good episode i'm fine with it. im surprised they didnt ruin.everything. bc yk its ONC. so yea!!! yay yippee yay!

i am so glad there are only 2 episodes left . istg if i watch the spin offs or new seasons i need yall to shoot me. and remember how i was talking some time ago about rewatching the entire show after DCAS came out fully? yea no. not doing that. when episode 21 comes out i will be cheering because i will finally put DSVC behind me. i fucking hate this show WE ARE ALMOST FREE!!!!!!!!! CHEERING

[inkareds]

The Book of You and I

Jason Todd

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✧.* word count: 4k

✧.* genre: SFW // fluff and angst

✧.* warnings: major character death, grief, Jason is both Red Hood and Robin, insignificant talks of drug use (Roy Harper lmao) (inspired by The Book of You & I by Alec Benjamin)

"There were so many chapters that we never got to write."

“Jason! Could you please use the door like a normal person when you’re not sneaking in?!” You yelled out exasperatedly when you hear the familiar incessant knocking on your window.

As you walked over to open the blinds and the window to let Jason in, you already knew he was chuckling behind there. Just grinning to himself, probably proud of riling you up. And you were correct, there as you opened the curtains was Jason Todd himself.

All in his grinning glory. Behind him, the sun of the morning shone so brightly it made him look almost heavenly. You wanted to chuckle at that. “What are you laughing at?” His smile dropped as you opened the window to let him in.

“Nothing, you just look like an angel with all that light behind you.” You shrugged. “Well I do have angelic looks, so you’re not too wrong there.” Jason immediately winced after you hit his arm.

“You’re terrible.” You groan jokingly all the while you dropped yourself back on your bed. Now, usually, at this time, you’d still be asleep. After all, it was 8 am and you were still on your spring break right before starting your first year at University. Why the hell would you be awake?

But then came the grating noise of continuous knocking on your window, which woke you up. Though, Jason didn’t seem to be bothered at all by waking you up, knowing if he had come through the front door, you’d be more annoyed with him as you’d have to walk from your room to the door.

“But you love me.” Opening your eyes as you snuggled yourself deeper in your bed to find that amazing spot you just woke up from, you saw Jason. With his tousled hair, bright blue eyes, and mesmerising smile, just staring at you. He must’ve just finished training with Bruce or had just finished training alone. He was always such a hard worker, and from his stories of when he was still on the streets, he was a hard worker then as well.

You rolled your eyes at his puppy-like smile, “Do I? That’s debatable.” You spoke holding back a yawn threatening to leave your tired state. When Jason physically deflates you laughed loudly. “Come here! I’m just joking.”

Just like a puppy, he ran right towards you, his laughter filled your room with absolute joy. You melted into his touch when he made his way into your bed and snuggled you. Peppering kisses all over your face as an unspoken apology for waking you up. You groaned and turned around to face him. “Stop.”

Jason didn’t say anything after that, just softly snickered and rested his head on top of yours. Letting himself relax after a day of training and stress with his father. The both of you melted to sleep pretty easily after that.

~

“More tea?” Alfred offered you as he carried a pot of tea in his hands. It was then you were snapped back into reality. Quickly shaking your head you spoke, “No, thank you, Alfred, I think I’ve had more tea today than I did this entire year.

Alfred nodded with a smile all the while you looked back to what made you blank out.

Right now, you were in the manor, as per Jason’s invitation, not that you haven’t visited his home before. But this was the first that you were actually watching him train. You usually came over when you needed to do your homework, as you know Jason, the nerd that he was, wouldn’t let you get distracted until you’d finished everything you aimed to finish.

But here he was, not too far from where you sat in the garden, not wearing a shirt and holding a long staff. Going against Bruce Wayne. You knew he was Batman, but gods seeing how he looked under the suit and the formal attire you always saw him in was so different. Bruce practically towered over Jason, yet here Jason was, fighting with agility and precise violence.

It was terrifying to see just how deadly Jason could be. At the same time though, you wouldn’t lie and say it didn’t mesmerise you. He looked, absolutely, incredible. Lean muscle, appropriate to the flexible body of a Robin, fighting against the bulk of Batman. He was grinning despite all the injuries and bruises on his body, and from the look of Bruce. The two of them seemed to be having fun.

"I'm glad you came into Jason’s life.” Alfred suddenly spoke, and you turned to look at him confused. The old butler chuckled, “Young master Todd has always been different from master Grayson. But he has always compared himself to his predecessor. It had concerned master Wayne, and it has always concerned me.”

He paused to look at Jason, you stared at this butler in such awe. After hearing the countless stories of Jason’s new life, you can’t imagine how much distress this butler has seen over his time working in the manor. Yet here he stood, still looking at the two vigilantes training not far from him with so much love in his eyes.

“But the moment you came in, it is almost as if your love to him allowed him to realise his worth. Young master Todd never stopped comparing himself to master Grayson, maybe, he never will. The curse of the younger brother. But with you, he has realised even if he could always get better, the him now was enough. With you he was happy. A kind of happiness neither I nor master Wayne can offer him.”

Alfred then looked at you, “So, thank you.”

You didn’t reply to Alfred and he didn’t wait for your response either. After stating his gratitude, Alfred turned his heel and walked back inside the mansion, perhaps to prepare dinner.

You were left alone, blanking out once more at the realisation of the weight your presence has had in Jason’s life. You know you’ve done a lot for him, but you’ve done it all with so much love in your heart that you’ve never really seen it as helping him or anything like that. You just, loved him. And perhaps that was enough for Jason.

“Sorry it took longer than I thought it would, Bruce can be terrible when it comes to training, you didn’t get too bored did you?” Messy black hair, beautiful blue eyes, and a smile like no other. Gods, you love Jason Todd so much.

You didn’t respond, standing up from where you sat to suddenly kiss him. You didn’t know where the urge came from, except that you wanted desperately to show him just how much you loved him after he showed you how much he loved you every single fucking day. When you pulled away, Jason’s face was a dark shade of red, you know if you teased him about it later he’ll just say it was from exhaustion, even if you knew better. “What was that for?”

“Nothing, I just wanted to love you.”

~

Jason remembered so clearly what his last thoughts were when he watched that wretched timer count down to 0. He only had two things on his mind. One, where in the seven hells was Batman? Two, you. He thought about you struggling in your university courses. He thought about you having trouble sleeping at night. He thought about how he helped with all of those.

He thought about how, if he died now, if he left you now, who would be by your side encouraging you to continue working on your papers? Who would hug you every night you had a nightmare? Who would be there for you when you cried?

Ironic, wasn’t it? He was the one dying, but all he could think about was what would happen to you now that he was dead.

Perhaps that was why he sought you out first when he was able to stabilize his own mind after the resurrection and taking over Black Mask’s operations as Red Hood. He had to make sure you were alright. At this point, he didn’t care if you had moved on or not. He just didn’t want to imagine you crying yourself to sleep ever again. Just like it was when he was Robin, your presence saved Jason Todd’s life.

For the first time Dick was able to actually talk to Jason after finding out he was Red Hood, was because of you. Jason was having trouble locating where you were, and because of this, he became more erratic. His crime operations had become messy and all over the place, it didn’t take Bruce and Barbara long to find out the cause. You had moved away after Jason’s death, Metropolis was your home now. Much to the displeasure of a petty Bruce, but he understood why you needed to move.

Get away from everything that reminded you of Jason.

But Jason didn’t know that.

So, Dick made an agreement with him. He’ll give Jason all the information about you he wanted if he’ll sit and talk to his older brother. Jason agreed almost immediately.

And that was the first step to changing Red Hood from a criminal back to the vigilante he once was.

But despite all this, Jason was still a villain when he found you. He didn’t think he was worthy enough to talk to you. So, he watched. He watched you from your rooftop, making sure you were alright. Which was where he was now. Sitting, idly waiting for you to come home from work.

You seemed happy with your work in Metropolis, which was a good thing in Jason’s eyes. Despite his original frustration about you moving from Gotham, he now realises why this move was so important to you.

He physically had to hide when you suddenly walked to your balcony. He stared at you from where he stood on your rooftop as you looked around from your balcony. As if you were looking for something.

“God, I’m hallucinating again.” You chuckled darkly. From under the mask, Jason’s eyebrow quirked in confusion. What would make you think that? “I seriously thought I saw you, I thought I saw you watching me.”

He stiffened, did you really know he was there? Were you talking to him? If you weren’t, who were you talking to? “As if you weren’t 6 feet underground in Bruce’s mansion.”

Oh-

You were talking to him. But now the him that was now standing on your rooftop. But the him that was still dead. “I wonder what you’d think of me if you could see me now. I bet you’d be disappointed.” Jason can’t help but feel as if he shouldn’t be listening to this conversation.

It seemed like a conversation between you and the old him. The one that he left for dead underneath all the rubble of Joker’s bomb. It felt almost intrusive to listen to you. But he couldn’t help it. A part of him felt glee at the thought that you weren’t over his death yet. That was a more selfish part of him. The part that still wants you in his arms, even though they were now elbows deep in the blood of others, and scarred beyond what his old self would’ve let.

Without Alfred or Bruce, his wounds weren’t dressed as properly now. He scarred more, and he let it. He used those scars to remind him of every fight.

“Here I am, in Metropolis, not in Gotham trying to change the city as you did. Flawed, angry, and absolutely furious at the fucking world for taking you away from me.” he heard the way your voice cracked and the soft sniffles that left you. You were crying. “I fucking hate you, you know that? I told you, over and over again, not to let your fucking emotions get in the way when you’re fighting! Now, look where we are! I’m screaming at the air as if you can hear me and you’re probably just rotting bones.”

At this point, Jason felt his heart twist and tear apart at the desperation in your voice as you cried into the night. “Now,” you laughed bitterly, “I’m hallucinating that you’re still here. I’ve gone fucking mad.”

He couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t take listening to you berate yourself anymore. Couldn’t take hearing you cry anymore. He has to. Who gives two flying fucks what you think about him once you find out?

Just like that, he dropped himself behind you, blocking your path from going back inside. You screamed from shock when he landed, backing up too quickly that your body almost flipped over and fell right down the balcony. If not for Jason’s quick reflexes that took both your arms and pulled you into his hulking figure, you would’ve been the one to die this time.

You immediately struggled against his hold, trying your best to get away from him, all to no avail. Jason, realising how panicked and scared you were quickly took off his helmet and domino mask underneath it.

He watched your face as your eyes watered and your entire body started to shake. “No,” you shook your head, “No, no, no, you can’t be real. This is some sick joke by some villain. What is this?! Scarecrow’s gas? Joker’s gas?!?! Luther’s new weird plan?!” Jason felt his heart shatter. How many times had you imagined him standing here in front of you for your first thoughts to be that you were hallucinating or under attack?

When words failed, Jason turned to actions. He pulled you even closer to him and simply embraced you. He needed it just as much as you.

Until now, he didn’t know what made you realise he was actually there in person in front of you. After all, he’s changed so much, and you couldn’t even feel his skin or body from underneath his costume.

Yet, despite all that, the moment you felt him press against you, just like all those times when you had nightmares or all those times after you stitched him up and he demanded hugs, you melted against him.

He was here.

Your Jason was here.

He was alright.

He was alive.

That night, the two of you had a long conversation. A very, very long one. One where Jason explained everything. He even told you about all the crimes he was doing and planning on doing. A part of him did this to make you push him away, to make you realise that he was a monster. That he was a terrible person. But all you did was listen to him and stayed silent.

After it was all done, Jason looked at you with a hardened look. He was waiting for your rejection. He was waiting for you to say that he was a monster for killing all those people. For fighting the people he considered his family. For almost killing his adoptive younger brother. But you didn’t.

“Tousled hair,” were the first words you spoke. His head quirked to the side in confusion when your hands reached up to play with his hair, especially the white tuft of hair. “Mesmerising blue eyes.” Your other hand reached to his cheek.

Instinctively, almost cat-like, he leaned into your touch as you softly caress his skin. He smiled at your soft touch, “And boyish grin?” The two of you chuckled at your statement, easing the harsh tension that settled between you both.

“You’re still him.” You whispered, “You’re still my Jason. Nothing is ever going to change that.”

Jason didn’t remember the last time he cried, not when he became Red Hood, not when he was Robin, and not when he was still a street kid. But then and there, sitting on the floor of your bedroom in Metropolis, with your hands on his face. He felt the tears slowly streaming down his eyes. Especially when you pressed your lips against his own.

This was forgiveness. This was love. He didn’t care for forgiveness from Bruce or Dick, maybe Alfred, but all he looked for was you. And this was it. This was everything he ever wanted in life.

To be in your arms, to be loved, he’ll be better.

He’ll be better for you.

He’ll try harder for you.

He’ll make the world a better place for you.

So you may always have that smile on your face. So that you will never have to cry again. So that you can feel all the love he has for you.

~

“I had an argument again with Bruce today,” Jason cleared his throat, “It ended quicker than usual though. Bet you’re proud of me.” He chuckled before moving on to the next story.

“I think that little demon son of his has finally warmed up to me slightly too. Damian’s a fucking handful, don’t know how either Brue or Dick deals with him. Even Roy agrees with me and he’s the one with a kid. Don’t get me wrong though, Lian’s nothing like Damian. She’s actually good-natured and not a trained fucking assassin. I swear that brat is aiming to kill me every night.”

Jason stopped to exhale, letting the winter air make his breath a puff of smoke. “Speaking of Harper, he’s actually here with me. He’s in the car though, probably doesn’t want to stand here with me in the cold. Fucking pussy. You remember the first time you met him?” Jason let out a loud bark of laughter at the sudden memory.

“You were half drunk after going out with your friends and we barged into your apartment all bloody and shit. I remember Harper being kind of impressed that you were still able to stitch straight lines even when you couldn’t even walk in straight lines. Though you did fuck up the stitch on his shoulder. He got pissy about that one when we got back. Complaining how all my stitches were perfect and he had some fucked up ones.”

Silence.

He’s done this so many times that he didn’t expect anything more than silence. It wasn’t possible anyways. But every time, he wishes that what he did to you that day on the balcony would happen to him.

Jason then let out a shaky sigh, if Roy was here, he’d make an excuse on how it was because of the cold. A petty excuse and a flat-out lie, Roy would know that much. But he’d probably pretend to buy into the lie just to make Jason happy. He was a good person, an even better friend.

“We both miss you,” he struggled to say the next part, “Well, maybe me more than him. But that’s only cause he’s known you for such a short time. When both him and I were still fuck ups, you were always there. Alfred would scold me if he heard what I’m about to say but he’s not here so fuck it, right?” Jason paused, almost as if a part of him was still expecting you to answer.

Even though he knew you couldn’t.

“You were always there for us.” he choked out as his knees gave to his sorrows and buckled. He crouched in front of the stone, holding it for dear life as he placed his forehead on the cold surface. “You were always there for me, where was I when you needed me?”

“I know it wasn’t anything I could’ve prevented, but I just hoped you were able to see me now, you know? I’m not a fuck up anymore, love. I’m not-” His voice cracked, and just like every time he’s been to this burial site, he cracked and cried. “I’m not- I’m not a fuck up anymore. I’m finally back to being your Jason. Your Jason that you loved so much, and you’re not even here to see it.”

That was the moment he let everything go, sobs wracked his body as he held onto the tombstone. A simple name engraved in it, a simple stone in the middle of nowhere. The plot of land itself belonged to the Waynes, but it was far away from any of the filth and muck of Gotham.

It was his gift for you. This land will always be yours. Your final resting ground and your final home.

“You’re not here.” he kept muttering. Shutting his eyes to stop the tears didn’t help, his grief flooded through his body.

After a few years of your death, it had become rare for him to cry during his visits anymore. Even if back then he’d visit much more often. Today was a special day, the day of your death. An unpreventable death that he couldn’t have prevented. But it didn’t matter to Jason.

In a way, you had been the one to resurrect Jason. Memories of you were the thing keeping his head afloat when the memories of everything else would melt and stitch together. Your laughter was the thing keeping a smile on his face after the harshest of nights dealing with terrible people, whether that was villains or Bruce. Your touch, your love, your warmth, everything about you was the thing that kept him from going insane back when he was still a shell of a man.

You stayed with him. Every time he asks for forgiveness from you after every heinous act he’s done, you’ll always reassure him. You’ll always say you still loved him. And every single time he would whisper that one day he’ll make sure he actually deserves your forgiveness.

Like an addict finally sober. He swore to himself that if Roy could sober up, then he himself could be a better person for you. Every time, you’d say you’ll wait patiently, that you didn’t care how long it took. You promised him you’d wait till he truly believes he deserves your love.

But you lied. And that was probably the only thing Jason hated about you.

Even if you didn’t know it then, you lied.

He was better now. Sure, he, Bruce, Dick, and Tim would still butt heads every now and again. But he actually goes to the mansion every so often now. Sure, maybe there’ll be times when his violence would cause Batman to cringe. But it wasn’t led by his emotions anymore. He was, good now.

He finally believed that he was worthy of your love now. But now, you weren’t even here to give or receive all the love you both have for one another.

Jason didn’t know how long he’s been there, just crouched in front of your gravestone, crying. It was Roy who snapped him out of it. Roy placed his hand on Jason’s shoulder and told him how dark it was getting. They’d have patrol soon and he didn’t want to deal with a cranky Batman or Green Arrow if either of them were late. Jason was grateful for the unspoken words hidden between the lines of Roy’s excuse.

Because the real reason Roy wanted to get back early was so that Jason could freshen up. Get rid of the puffiness in his eyes before patrol.

The two of them walked away from the grave pretending the redness was because of the cold, with Jason’s hair tousled from the way he grabbed his roots in anger, only to then rub the remaining tears away from his blue eyes, and finally preparing to put on a shit-eating grin in patrol.

When Roy himself started crying, he commented how odd it was that it had started raining. Jason agreed.

This genuinely made me so sad to write esp when I re read everything and I realised just how gut wrenching it was :')

[fictionalsillies]

💚 Old records and little talks 🧡 ( a BeaSarah fanfic ) 

Gosh , I’ve been meaning to write something like this for a while now -

The thing is … I’ve been getting a little tired of needing to draw something every single day ( I’ve actually been considering to open a sideblog where I write stuff , maybe someday I’ll make it ) , so I decided to try creating something different this time around ! :D 

I might start making fanfics from time to time to avoid getting too overwhelmed by art and stuff 👍

I’m not that great of a writer , but hopefully this turned out okay ! 

Disclaimers : 

this gets a bit sad with some hurt-to-comfort vibes , I just really want to give Bea a hug after all she has been through :,I ❤️

I included a few elements from the Night In The Woods universe and attempted to be as close to Bea’s in-game personality as much as I could , though she might be a little ooc here … hopefully it’s not too bothersome ;C;

Bea and my s/i are already dating by the time this little story takes place : this is meant as a little insight to their relationship ! 

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< Hey , uh … thanks for helping us with dinner again tonight . You didn’t have to . > 

Sarah smiled in response , glancing at Bea while placing the two remaining dishes in their cupboard . 

< It’s no problem , Bea , really ! I had a nice time buying groceries together and setting everything up . Besides , I know you had a tough week , so honestly it’s the least I could do . > 

The usually emotionless expression of the crocodile girl softened , something that rarely happened , and she turned around to check on her dad : he was still sleeping , passed out on the couch with the latest Smelters game playing on the old tv .

< … so . Wanna head to my room ? We could hang there for a bit if you want . I know it’s not … really all that exciting , but - > 

She immediately stopped talking the moment she felt Sarah’s hand caressing her cheek , her green eyes staring into hers … 

< Hun , you know anything that includes spending time with you sounds amazing to me . Hanging out in your room would be wonderful . > 

After a moment of stunned silence , Bea couldn’t help but chuckle , gently holding the bunny girl’s hand while leading her across the living room .

< You really haven’t changed at all since high-school , Sar … you’ve always been so corny . > 

< Hehe , yeah … is that a good thing ? > 

< It is . > 

After they entered her bedroom , Sarah watched as Bea released a long sigh , almost like she had been waiting to finally get a chance to have some time for herself ; she then put on one of her mom’s old records , before landing on the bed . 

She couldn’t help but notice just how … drained her girlfriend looked : having to look after both her father and the Ol’Pickaxe was no easy task , and as much as she kept her feelings hidden behind a mask whenever she interacted with other people Sarah was one of the very few people who knew what lied beneath it . 

After sitting at the edge of the bed , the bunny girl took a deep breath …

< Are you okay ? > 

Bea’s eyes slowly opened , meeting hers for a brief moment before looking at the ceiling . 

< … I dunno . I’m just … tired , I guess . 

I’m worried about work , about dad getting older each passing day , about never being able to do anything with my life as long as I stay in this … hole of a town . 

I mean - seriously , what even is left of it at this point ? I’ve burned down my dreams to survive , all I got are reminders of everything I could’ve done if things went differently , and that sucks … it really , really sucks . > 

The concern on Sarah’s face became more evident after that confession , and the crocodile girl quickly turned around to face the opposite direction , avoiding to meet her gaze . 

They remained silent for a few minutes , the song on the recorder quietly playing in the background before Bea spoke again , her voice slightly more shaky than it was before …

< I shouldn’t have said any of that … just … forget it , please . 

Been feeling shitty all day , but that’s not a good reason to take it out on you . > 

She sounded so guilty and frail … 

Sarah didn’t hesitate : she moved closer , wrapping her arms around her waist , careful about not holding the crocodile girl too tightly in case she preferred not to be hugged while in such a vulnerable state . 

 < Bea , you have every right to talk to me about these things it you want to . It’s no good to keep it all bottled up inside all the time , I’ll listen for as long as you need me to . 

I just … I wish I could do more than that to help you . You’re the most important person in the world to me , and - > 

She was so focused on what she was saying that she didn’t even notice that Bea had turned around to look at her , and the moment she suddenly leaned forward to kiss her Sarah’s eyes widened with surprise , before she gladly accepted her lips on hers . 

It didn’t last long , but it was enough to make Bea’s fears fade away for a few precious moments , and when she slowly pulled away there was a grateful smile on her face … one that never failed to give the bunny girl butterflies .

< You do more than enough , love … trust me on that . 

I can’t help but wonder how I ended up with someone like you sometimes … I guess what I should say is … I’m glad you’re still here with me , despite everything . > 

Sarah stared at her lovingly , placing a gentle little kiss on the tip of her nose .

< I’ll always be here , Bea , no matter what happens . > 

The two then held each other closely , quietly enjoying that comforting intimacy accompanied by the music of the old records , still playing from the corner of the room … 

And Bea’s troubled thoughts were finally at peace for that night .

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[cairavende]

Worm Arc 7 thoughts (I probably should have done this as two posts but I didn't):

WOLFSPIDER WOLFSPIDER WOLFSPIDER WOLFSPIDER!!!!!!!!!!!!

Seriously, look at how my wonderful daughter takes the steps to communicate with Rachel in the way that works for Rachel.

And then look at how Rachel reaches back to do the same thing!!! AHHHHH!!!!!!

Taylor needs to take a longer rest and should not be sparing Brian the morning after the gala attack, but she quickly loses the opportunity to take a rest so whatever I guess.

Alec backstory! His father is fucking horrible oh my god. Kill him with fire.

WOLFSPIDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh my god the fucking suit made of bugs I was screaming. And then having it keep shape while crouching to make it seem like you turned into bugs? Having the bugs all make noise while you talked to make it sound super weird?! I'm in fucking love, look at how amazing my little girl is!

Taylor stabbed a Nazi. And later she stabbed another Nazi! I'm so proud.

The E88 list. Oh my god Coil, way to not think things through. (I mean, he probably thought it through and was ok with the outcome, but given that he wants the Undersiders on his team it doesn't seem like the best action to take.)

And the fucking drugged 12 year old Coil keeps in his bunker to run probability numbers for him? I wasn't expecting him to be good but god damn he turned really fucking evil really quickly.

Grue kneecapped a Nazi and I'm so proud of him. Remember, every time you kneecap a Nazi an angel gets its wings.

Lots of interesting powers on E88 (Night, Hookwolf). Too bad they chose to be Nazis instead of something cool. I hope Hookwolf get's melted down to slag. (Stormtiger's power, costume, and name feels directly out of 80's comics and I'm here for it.)

Did I mention the wolfspider moments? Taylor got her lunch! And then Rachel gave Taylor the good fetch toy so she could play fetch the the doggos. And the worked together to save the one dogs life! WOLFSPIDER!

Shit got awkward with Brian.

I hope Sophia gets hit by a bus that crashes into another bus. In a volcano.

If Angelica doesn't recover I'm burning down at least 5 Nazis. I think that's fair.

I'm sad that babies are fighting even though I get why Taylor is doing what she is. Being a villain is hard.

And we end with an Endbringer showing up which kinda makes everything else seem small fries.

Interlude thoughts - I like getting to see Miss Militia's backstory. I wish she wasn't "Guns and America the hero" because I actually think her personality and the way her powers work beyond the making guns part is pretty neat. Also she remembers what getting her powers was like which is super cool. Everyone gets a god piece I guess. I'm sure I'll learn more eventually.

More interlude thoughts - I love Dragon I wish they didn't run a prison so I could love them more. I love that she basically got through Poley the Polearm Man's "heavy security" in like negative 5 seconds. Anything to make him look bad. I will never like him, I refuse.

[iceflwers]

𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓷 𝓳𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 !

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ THE BASICS !

— ❥ FULL NAME: Morgan Olive Jennings.

— ❥ NICKNAMES: Morgs, M, Songbird, popstar, Pop Rocks (teasingly, by Brock), Blondie Bitch (by haters), sweetheart, babe, baby (by Quinn only), honey, gorgeous (by Quinn only).

— ❥ DATE OF BIRTH: March 29th, 1998 (Aries).

— ❥ BIRTHPLACE: Vancouver, British Colombia, Canada.

— ❥ CURRENT RESIDENCE: Mostly mobile, permanent residence in Vancouver.

— ❥ SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, French (not fluently).

— ❥ ORIENTATION: Biromantic, bisexual.

— ❥ GENDER IDENTITY: Genderfluid (she/they pronouns).

— ❥ OCCUPATION: Pop singer-songwriter.

— ❥ FACECLAIM: Reneé Rapp.

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ PERSONALITY !

— ❥ HOGWARTS HOUSE: Gryffindor (brave, chivalrous, daring).

— ❥ MYERS-BRIGGS TYPE: ESFP - The Entertainer (bold, enthusiastic, sensitive).

— ❥ ENNEAGRAM TYPE: Type Eight - The Challenger (self-confident, confrontational, protective).

— ❥ MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good.

— ❥ LOVE LANGUAGES: Words of affirmation for giving, quality time for receiving.

— ❥ SKILLS: Singing, dancing, songwriting, makeup, brewing coffee, playing piano, playing both acoustic and electric guitar, quickly coming up with comebacks.

— ❥ LIKES: Putting on an amazing show, hearing a big stadium crowd singing her lyrics back to them, getting her makeup just the way they like it, spending time with her mom, a well-made margarita, wearing bright and outlandish outfits for their concerts.

— ❥ DISLIKES: Boring people, people bringing up her past relationship failures, people who are rude to public servants, being judged for their choices by the media, snakes, being misgendered, people hating on her boyfriend’s team.

— ❥ FEARS/PHOBIAS: Being abandoned, disappointing the people they care about, death, needles.

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ RELATIONSHIPS !

— ❥ FAMILY: Lorelei Jennings (mother), unknown father, Daisy Ahn (younger sister figure).

— ❥ FRIENDS: Daisy Ahn, Poppy Tsunoda, Jack Hughes, Luke Hughes, Elias Pettersson, Brock Boeser, Artūrs Šilovs, Thatcher Demko, J.T. Miller, Trevor Zegras.

— ❥ ACQUAINTANCES: Remainder of the Vancouver Canucks roster, Jamie Drysdale, Ethan Edwards, Mat Barzal, William Nylander.

— ❥ ROMANTIC INTERESTS: Madeline Baker (first crush), Eddie White (first boyfriend), Scott Moir (brief fling), Derek Harding (brief fling), Angela Williams (brief fling), Alec Kosminsky (ex-boyfriend), Caroline Gutierrez (ex-girlfriend), Daniel Riva (brief fling), Myla Adler (brief PR relationship), Iris Swayer (ex-girlfriend), Spencer Calloway (ex-boyfriend), Darius Morgan (brief fling), Quinn Hughes (current romantic interest).

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ FUN FACTS !

— ❥ Morgan has been famous since she was sixteen years old, thrust into the spotlight after they were discovered performing in a karaoke club she’d snuck into. Though they’ve always been happy she gets to share their music with the world and connect with people through it, she also often wishes that they hadn’t had to become so well-known so young.

— ❥ Throughout the course of her career, Morgan has won many awards for their music, including many American Music Awards, MTV Awards, and two Grammys, one for Pop Album of the Year and one for Best Pop Solo Performance. Two of her albums, their self-titled debut album and her forth album Diamond Collar, have also gone certified platinum.

— ❥ Out of all the relationships they’ve had throughout the years and her career, Morgan is fairly sure that Iris, a fellow singer who, they dated for almost a year, is the only one she truly loved. They can’t help but be a bit grateful that relationship did end, though, because she never would have gotten together with Quinn otherwise.

— ❥ Morgan can’t actually skate before meeting Quinn. Their mother never really had the time to take her to a rink and teach them, and once she got famous they never really saw the point in learning, but Quinn does teach her after they get together.

— ❥ Morgan has never cared very much what the media says about them, but the one thing she will never tolerate is people saying bad things about their mother or judging her for growing up in a single-parent home. Lorelei Jennings sacrificed a lot to make sure her child had a good life, and suffered a lot with Morgan when they were going through hard times with her career and public perception, and Morgan will never accept anyone attempting to put her down for that.

tagging @lovings4turn, @hiya-itsamber, @theopenlocker, & @yoontwin ! ( also tentatively tagging @wintfleur )

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