#can you believe real life shitty events have the power to take a toll on your creative motivation too? the more you know!

[yellowloid]

trying to write after like. i don't even know how long? and it feels like getting tore to pieces by a torture machine in some circle of hell but yes :) writing is my favourite hobby :) i love writing so much :)

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BALDUR’S GATE THREE RELEVANT CANON FOR THIS BLOG from the DESCENT TO AVERNUS MODULE!

first and foremost. baldur’s gate is ruled of a council of four—three dukes and one grandduke. the frandduke has two votes, as opposed to the other dukes one. the dukes are all ELECTED officials, that have to campaign. ulder became grand duke seven years ago, when wyll was seventeen, shortly before wyll was banished after hearing the voice of zariel telling him to go fight the tiamut cultists. more on tiamut later.

dukes can start out in poverty and labor their whole life to get where they are, this is true of both vanthampur AND ulder.

the dukes are: ulder. he was elected as grand duke bc of idealism, both from the nobility and the common people. he would be tough on crime, good for business, good for PEOPLE. he genuinely seems to believe in baldurs gate and see the good in it despite it being incredibly shitty, and he passed that down to his son.

vanthampur, who is evil n the reason duke ravengard got sent to hell n came back hellstouched. they have three weird kids who all suck. she is part of the reason zariel is about to take over bg, she used to work on the sewers. vanthampur is actually the one funding the dead three cultists to make everyone lose faith in the flaming fists. which leads to the events of this game p well tbh

stelmane, who dies before the events of the game but after elturel fell. she was fucking the emperor.

and polymer, who is a useless ineffiecent kind of lazy old man.

there are FIFTY members of the parliment of peers, these are all members of noble families called “patriars”. some noble families are rich, some noble families are poor, all the noble families have manors, each of them has a dozen servants. real estate is a heavy commodity and a marker of power and status. some families sell al their furniture, just to keep their family manor.

the ONLY patriar family that is non-human is a swarven family that goesss allll the way back to them BUILDING the gate, they are incredibly human centric despite having a hugely diverse population. they sayin the book theres no discrimination against you for your fantasy race—but also, you are just? not going to have power?

the watch protects the upper city, they act in the interests of the nobles and their capital. the nobles are all corrupt or expected to be corrupt publically—they go to ballrooms, they go to theater, they go to bathhouses with sex workers, they do shady dealings. the best of them hire vigilantes and “arrange for things to be stolen from them to give to charity without losing face as that is actively dangerous.” the best of them also end up dead in the lower city.

common people have to pay tolls to get into the upper city and theres a curfew just to humilaite them, its enforced with violence and shaming. there are select nobles, weirdos, who like to keep commonfolk therempast curfew just to toy with them sadistically at bdsm horror parties and the like under the guise of “potentially helping their station in politics.”

the flaming fist are fucking AWFUL, they “protect” the lower city, but theyre all corrupt, they will BEAT PEOPLE IN THE STREETS, they all take bribes, they are completely incompetent and distracted and useless without ulder. anyone cam be a flaming fist as long as they have a sword, no bg checks really

ulder is a good a dude ad a guy in charge of these people can be, but between you and me, he’s entirely delusional, he actually believes baldur’s gate is a good place and balduran was a hero. baldur’s gate was NEVER good, it was started by balduran tossing coin at a bunch of thieves and pirates who would pretend to be lighthouses just to crash ships on the shore and then STEAL FROM THEM. then it became a shitty little pieate town full of corrupt bastards and murderers.

and yet there is still so much magic here!

theres the many different religions, hospitals, cultists, a cemeteary like a labyrinth, a park run by a druid. the elfsong tavern actually has a disembodied voice of an elf si ging there and everyone will stoo and listen to this elf si g n no one knows what its about! the shar cultists give food to the needy!

but also every profession imaginable has a union, from “the reputable guild of moneylenders” to the “wonderous weavers.”

theres everything u can imagine can be bought and sold

animals arent allowed in bg if theyre “bigger than a peacock” but that just means now people are OBSESSED WITH THE ILLEGAL TRADE OF PEACOCKS!

bg is in direct opposition with amnh, another city=/area on the coastal council, but everyone has bg’s back every time amnh says they should get rid of them.

elturel is a lawful good holy city, so of course they hate the rotten chaotic evil city for bastards

the paper is called baldur’s mouth and it accepts bribes but it really gets into the city’s darker underdealings

the favorite game of everyone in the city is called baldur’s bones and it’s just dice lol u throw dice

zariel took over elturel n baldurs gate is next unless beave people descend to avernus and stop her with the sword of zariel. the high overseer who sold elturel out is probably still hiding at vanthampur’s villa whole their HUNDREDS of victims wait outside

more on that some other time, perhaps

[thefanficmonster]

Death’s Tales

The Curator (The Dark Pictures Anthology) x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None (Maybe slight spoilers and slight mentions of death)

Genre: Dark Theme, slight Angst

Summary: This isn’t Y/N’s first visit to the Curator’s repository. She’s visited two times so far and deep down she knows she’ll keep coming back. Stories have a way of trapping you in the place where they live. But then again, it’s nice to have some good company for when you are introduced to those stories. Someone to laugh with during all the humorous parts. And also someone to offer you tissues when you are going through the thick of the lives written on the pages of the many books.

Requested by Anon! Hi there! Thank you so much for your request! Sorry it took so long to write, though I hope the fic makes up for the wait. I hope I captured what you had in mind. Please, enjoy. Love, Vy ❤❤❤

“Hello? You here?!“ Y/N calls out as she walks into familiar room. She immediately gets the feeling that she’s in the presence of a more intense power than she could explain - the power of all the timeless stories currently surrounding her. This is by no means her first tango with the deathless death turned into words written on thin, delicate pages for people to enjoy. She has always had an odd connection to each and every story she reads, so this place was the ultimate trap when she first wandered in, expectations low and head held high. She underestimated the repository, however, it didn’t take long for it to turn the tables on her with all it has to offer. In less than an hour, she had her nose buried in a book, her expectations exceeded by miles and her mind transported to a different place and time.

“Where else would I be?” The distinct voice she’s gotten so used to hearing replies from somewhere near by, “You know I rarely leave this place.”

 “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that’s a sad way to be spending your time. But man, if I could stay here all my life I would.“ She struts into the room where the reply came from.

He is indeed there, standing by one of the many shelves, a candleholder with lit handles in one hand, browsing the shelf’s contents with the other. He chuckles at her statement, brushing it off completely, “I was waiting for you. Have a seat, I’ll pick a story for you.”

She gets comfortable, unwrapping her scarf and shrugging off her jacket. Sitting down in one of the leather chairs opposite his desk, she crosses her legs and waits expectantly.

“Ah, there we go. ‘House Of Ashes’, how does that sound to you?” He pulls out a book, holding it under the candlelight for Y/N to see the cover with the title engraved in the, what seems to be, leather surface.

She frowns, scrunching her nose, “You know what, no. I’m tired of these sad and scary stories laced with death. I can’t live knowing I gave those characters a bad fate. I know it’s redo-able, but I can’t help but feel shitty afterwards.” She shifts in her seat, “First all those people left stranded on that boat! Then I was tricked into sympathizing and emotionally investing into characters that were nothing more than the product of a broken mind!” She gives him a glare that’s looking through him more than at him, “I think I deserve a different story this time. Something lighter.”

The older man chuckles. “I was gonna have you choose between this one and this other oldie I have,” he points at the desk where another book is already sitting, “it’s a longer story, I might have mentioned it before.” Y/N reads the title ‘The Impatient’ engraved in the olive green cover of the large book, “But that’s not in any way lighter either. I would even say it’s among the more depressive ones.“ He pauses for a second, returning ‘House Of Ashes’ in its spot, “Perhaps I could find a story of a less melancholic premise.”

“Wait.“ She lifts her hand, putting his actions to a halt, “Why don’t we change it up for once? How about you tell me a story instead of reading me one?“

He’s very clearly taken aback by this. “I’m afraid an old man like myself doesn’t have a lot to share. Especially not when I’ve spent a rather big chunk of my life in this very place, doing this very thing.”

Y/N shakes her head, “Quite the contrary, mister Curator. I believe you have way more stories than all the people my age combined.” She smirks, “Don’t worry, I won’t tattle if you have some dirt on your name. What is it? Robbery? Fraud? Murder?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N. I am not that interesting.“ He chuckles, settling in his chair. “But I believe I could tell you the story of the only time I helped someone directly rather than through the riddles you hate so much.“

She’s clearly pleased with the outcome of her protest. She gives him a smile, “I’m all ears.“

He can’t help but shake his head at her child-like enthusiasm for something so simple. He’s determined to make it worth her while, so he digs through the contents of his brain, looking for the most interesting memories he has stored there - the ones that would entertain her. Eventually, he comes up with one.

“Have I ever mentioned my dear friend Alan to you, by any chance?“

Y/N thinks for a moment before nodding, “Yeah, but as usual, you were very vague.”

He chuckles, “I know you hate not being given details, so I’m gonna make sure not to leave anything out.” He absentmindedly picks up the pen on his desk, twirling it between his fingers, “Well, a brief introduction to our character Alan: he’s a psychiatrist. A year or two younger than me. He’s from Calgary. I met him in my mid-thirties, when I was still what some would consider young.” He smiles at the pleasant memory.

Y/N fakes shock, placing a hand over her chest, “You mean to tell me there was time when you, the Curator, were young? You can’t be serious. I refuse to believe that.”

“I was. And I was quite handsome, mind you.“ He takes out his wallet, opening it and handing it to Y/N. On the right, covered by a thin layer of clear plastic is a black and white photo of two men in their early to mid forties.

“You’re the one on the left, right?” She asks, staring at the photo wide eyes, looking up at him for confirmation. He nods in response. “Wow, I honestly wouldn’t have recognized you.” 

“Understandably so. Time has really taken a toll on me.“ He actually looks saddened when he says that. She can tell that was less a joke and more the truth.

“I wouldn’t say so.“ She tells him sincerely, a small genuine smile on her lips.

He returns her smile, his eyes becoming a bit livelier. “Him and I are still friends till this day. He’s a walking book of stories, I’m sure you’d like him if you ever get the chance to meet him. You see, he has spoken to me about all his patients, never once naming one of them. Until this on young man had come into his office. He was struggling with issues medicine in and of itself couldn’t completely fix. His name was Joshua. The boy was having a really tough time dealing with the loss of his sisters.” He sighs at the memory, “Alan told me he tried everything. He tried all things his years of practice and work have taught him but the boy was slowly sinking further and further down into the void of his mind.“

His voice is way different from his usual narrator tone. You can hear the weight of the events he’s reciting in every syllable that leaves his lips. She is now an accomplice, exactly like if she were there when it all happened.

“It was troubling my friend to the brink of madness, I couldn’t just stand aside and watch that. Also that kind young man, Joshua, deserved a lot better than what life was giving him. Every branch that poor boy held onto snapped. Everything he ever tried to make of himself crumbled. I admired him for the fact that he kept trying and seeking a way to succeed. What he failed to see was the obvious need for help he had. He was longing for a helping hand but no one noticed, or they simply didn’t care. Except this one girl. Her name was Samantha. She saw right through his act. But he never allowed her helping hand to reach him. He never wanted to be a weight on her shoulders. Never wanted to be nor the bump in her road nor the baggage she carried while walking it. So, I stepped in. I taught him the importance of having someone by your side, and taught her the importance of never giving up on someone who means a lot to you. Luckily for themselves and for Alan and I, they listened.“

“Forget about Alan, I want to meet Joshua and Samantha. I want to meet them and give them a big hug.“ Y/N says, her mind wandering to the images she has compiled. A broken boy and a girl with the strength to carry both her and his world in her arms. She can quite see their face, but she can picture their auras, their energies. They feel so real to her, and all just from the Curator’s words alone.

Soon enough, her eyelids start giving out, her eyes fluttering closed. She’s fighting to the best of her ability to stay awake, see this story to its end, but the Curator’s storytelling and the dark, candlelit room aren’t helping her with the battle. Her mind is drifting further and further into the land where the story she’s being told will keep expanding with elements added by her imagination. She’s certain she’ll dream of this tale.

“Oh you’re already clocking out, huh?“ The Curator chuckles, pausing his story mid-sentence.

“Can’t help it.“ Y/N mumbles, already more than half asleep, “Just tell me how it ends, you’ll fill in the gaps when I wake up.“

“Well, it hasn’t ended yet. I can tell you where it’s at at the moment.“ She hums approvingly, “It’s been five years since I stepped in and now they are happily married. They have a little one on the way. A little girl, I believe.“

A lazy smile forms on her face. “That’s nice.” the words leave her lips in the form of a sleepy sigh moments before she has been dragged into the deepest crevasses of her mind and imagination.

The Curator calmly and quietly gets up, taking his jacket from the coatrack. He drapes it over the girl asleep in the armchair on the other side of his desk. Little does this college student know, he has seen both her past and future. He has met her in several different periods of her life. She’s been like her own personal guardian angel. In her past-lives too.

Guardian angel of death.

He was lucky to have met Alan before that curse was bestowed upon him - making the psychiatrist the only man he could interact with without bringing him a sooner than anticipated and inevitable demise. He wasn’t completely honest with Y/N about the time frame of meeting the other man, but that was not an important piece of information. She could do without it. He used the only hall-pass he had to do his old friend a favor - settle the storms that raged between Joshua and Samantha. And now, he’s locked away from the world, waiting for souls to come to him instead of the other way around.

Nowadays, he just stays hidden from people and only meets with those who wander into his repository. It’s always the same pattern: they come in, not really sure how they ended up there; He coaches them through a story they think they have some sort of impact on; and then they leave and never come back.

Color the man surprised when he saw her walk in the first time. It took him no time to connect the dots, he’d recognize her anywhere. She wasn’t clueless like the others, she actually seemed like she was looking for the place. He spent the next week or so feeling like he had failed the only purpose he had - to keep her safe. That was until she showed up again, even cheerier than the first time. That’s when he knew he shouldn’t fear for her, for she was a phenomenon beyond his understanding. A soul never in death’s reach.

“I hope you never get to see the same fate as everyone else who meets me.“ He whispers, looking down at her sleeping form.

He knows she’s special. After all, he never has never met anyone more than once.

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“How can we believe C is still standing by D’s side? Because that’s what you do when you love someone. You don’t cut and run when things get hard and if that’s how you think relationships work you have a lot to learn.” Their view on how relationships work is so toxic. If someone is choosing fame and fortune over you time and time again, yes it is time to let go. Their version of Darren is a shitty boyfriend to Chris and Chris would deserve better than someone who forces him to live a lie.

They have such messed up views of love and healthy relationships. Love isn’t about sticking by no matter what the other throws at you. It isn’t about weathering a 9-year storm in a 9-year relationship. I hope for their sake that they never learn the hard way that love is NOT what she just wrote. Love is about sharing goals and dreams, about respecting your partner and making their life better. It’s about being there for each other when things are not great  and rejoicing in the great things that happen. It’s about sharing your life together and building a family- in whatever form they see as “family”. Love is hard. Once the initial lust burns off and life hits you...you have to work on your relationship. 

This idea that Chris and Darren are two lovers fighting against all odds is something we don’t talk about much- but it absolutely fuels their cc obsession. Their fantasy couple are so in love, they are willing to take on the evil power and wealth of Hollywood’s worst homophobes...it tugs at your heartstrings. This idea of love conquering all is a classic love story. 

But real life is not a romance novel. Real-life emotions are much uglier than the ones in your favorite story- even a gritty, honest look the emotional toll of “conquering all” can’t adequately convey 9 years of living hell. There is nothing romantic about the raw human emotions that rise when your partner choses fame over you: rejection, low self esteem, loneliness, and jealousy -off the top of my head. Nine years means you need to times the emotions by 9. I’m not even addressing what it looks like to be an out gay man, the man who played Kurt Hummel, while your husband hides so deep in the closet he’s married to a woman. 

The reality of what it looks like to have your partner married to someone else is not a tug at the heart with a happy ending, it’s a toxic disaster that leads to heartache, depression, anxiety, and low self esteem. At the end of the day, the decision to stay in the closet is because he wants a career. The only power the evil overlords have over Darren would be work in Hollywood. Maybe they could keep him from recording an album though I doubt it. People are greedy. Neither Darren nor Chris ever need to work again and yet ccDarren keeps hustling and married Mia so that he didn’t have to stop working “for 2 years”.  

Crisscolfer is a story that started when they were 21and 23 and has gone on for 9 years with NO end in sight. Literally, a third of Chris’s life would be with a partner who continues to chose fame over him and who spends the bulk of his time with another person while Chris sits home scrolling Instagram for petty digs at Mia and writes mediocre (Yes, I said it) children’s books where he plays word scramble with “Mia” to name his most evil characters.  

Love isn’t fighting an evil foe together and spending your nights spooning while one spends his days pretending he’s married to another person. Darren travels with Mia, spends evenings at TSGs, they spend weekends with friends and he takes her to events- he has created a life with her and if that is a life that he is faking while being married to Chris, Chris deserves so much better.  Chris is out and proud, an advocate for LGBTQ youth while the Darren hides so deep in the closet that he married a woman. Nothing would make that a relationship I would wish for Chris.

Recently Abby wrote that Darren has to be their fantasy version, DAPPERMAN: polite to a fault, friend to everyone, gay and always dapper because if he is who he says he is- then he is nothing but a frat-bro straight douche who has made his career playing LGBTQ characters and who likes boobies and sexual innuendos. She believes it is better that to be a gay man who chooses fame over his partner and who deceives his fans by lying in every single interview than to like boobies and a happy ending joke.  It’s better to be THE toxic member of the relationship than to be the man he has unapologetically always said he is.  

[potter-imagines]

Being Lin-Manuel Miranda’s Daughter...

Lin would cry the day you were born but he would also brag a lot.

He’d shower you with gifts but he was also careful not to overdo it

Chances are, (depending on your age and whatever year you’d picture this for) you’d be friends with a lot of the Hamilton cast/ and or their kids

There’s no doubt about it you’d be a freestyling genius much like him and musically talented.

And Lin would be so proud of this

Lin’s heart would melt every time you called him ‘dad’

He is probably one of the most caring, sweetest, and involved father out there.

And if your mother wasn’t in the picture, Lin would be sure to work to fill in her shoes.

He would attend all your school events and extra curriculars too.

On mother’s day he would plan a brunch inviting his sister and mother over making sure you knew you weren’t alone when it came to the amount of females in your life.

Whenever he goes to Richard Rodgers Theatre or goes to work for whatever project he’s working on he is constantly pulling his phone out to show his fellow coworkers pictures of you

He can’t help it

But one thing is for sure, Lin would make sure you knew how strong of a woman you were. Being a strong activist for equal rights Lin knew how easy it was for girls in today’s society to feel weak and defeated by the powerful and he never wanted you to experience that. So he would make post-it notes and stick them in your lunchbox, on your mirror, and anywhere he could find with sayings such as…

“I am woman hear me roar!” “Though she be but little, she is fierce!” “A strong woman looks fear in the eye and gives it but a wink.” “You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem and smarter than you think.”

And because your father is one of the most encouraging and inspiring figures in the world, not only in tweets but reality as well, he excels at giving the best, most needed pep talks when you’re down in the dumps.

Lin had you speaking Spanish as soon as you said your first word

Lin would practically document your entire life. He liked taping you and taking pictures while you were doing casual activities such as coloring, singing, dancing, playing with your dolls, running around the house, etc.

Tobillo basically being your best friend

That dog follows you wherever you go

Lin has thousands of videos from when you were learning to walk, practically waddling around and Tobillo was right on your heel the entire time following you.

The whole Hamilton cast would be obsessed with you

Especially Phillipa

That girl loved you as if you were her own

And if you were old enough, you would join the Schuyler Sisters in their inbetween shows closet talk.

Sleep overs at Jasmine and Anthony’s while your dad is out of town

And they would absolutely LOVE having you over

You made them want to have kids that much more and Anthony loved taking you to the movies and Jasmine loved taking you out shopping

Speaking of shopping, Renee, Jasmine, and Phillipa are always spoiling you with the newest trends and what nots.

The Hamilton cast would be like another family to you

Always running around backstage with Groffsauce, who usually was assign babysitting duty.

The Schuyler sisters- as well as Leslie teaching you how to harmonize

Daveed loved helping you with your freestyling

You and him always got in heated battles- in good spirits of course

Playing childish games during intermission and between shows with Oak, Daveed, and Anthony.

Trying to braid your dad’s hair during his Hamilton days

Let’s be real, Lin would dedicate Dear Theodosia to you

And during Stay Alive (reprise) and It’s Quiet Uptown he had genuine tears pinching at his eyes as he fathomed the thought of losing you

But Lin would always run to you and spin you around every night after shows

The two of you would walk hand and hand together home and Lin would sing you to sleep every night

He’d love making you breakfast and basking in that domestic life

I could see him making some of the best pancakes in the world

And one morning when you were little, you convinced him to let you have a sip of his coffee

“Daddy, what’s that black stuff in there.” “It’s called coffee, bebé.” “Can I try some?” “Uh, I don’t think so, Y/n. You wouldn’t like it.” “Please, papi.” “Oh alright.”

Like he predicted, you hated it. The liquid burned your throat and young little you cried at the bitterness for at least a minute which broke Lin’s heart.

Lin would be the type of parent that would love to show you off to family and friends but when it came to posting pictures of you on social media, he usually made sure your face was covered, just to keep an element of privacy in his life.

But he does love tweeting stories about you or cute things that you do

Your childhood years would be a little hectic. Lin probably wouldn’t be around as much as he wants with filming, acting, composing and all but he would make an effort of a lifetime to be as involved as possible.

By your late teens you had already seen much of the world but that didn’t mean you were bored by any mean. Adventure was in your soul.

Lin would spend a lot of time with you during his time working with the film Moana. He liked to come to you to find inspiration.

Family trips to Disney World and Land

Lin is constantly trying to help you with his homework

“You know I was a teacher.”

Coming to him when you start learning about the American Revolution

“Well I mean you came to right person. I did write an entire musical about this stuff. Just use the album for a reference, it’s mostly accurate.”

Walking into your house one day after school infuriated as you set your pop quiz on the Schuyler Sisters in front of him, a large 9/10 circled with red pen.

“And I quote, I’m the oldest and the wittiest… My father has no sons… dad you cost me a perfect score! Why did you lie in the lyrics, I thought you said I could trust them!” “I’m sorry I forgot they had other siblings!”

Similar to your father, you swore like a sailor

Which also meant you were constantly getting scolded and death glares from your father who claims “He didn’t raise you to speak like that.” Even though you both know he did.

But honestly I could see Lin being into girl drama. Like when he picks you up from school and sees an annoyed look on your face he’d just shake his head and say,

“Spill the tea, honey. I’m ready!”

And on your bad days after dropping you off at home after school, Lin would drive to the nearest DQ and Chick-Fil-A and movie store returning home with gifts in toll.

He was one of the only people in the world you trusted enough to tell everything too

Dad jokes, so many dad jokes.

“Dad I’m thirsty. Do we have any-“ “Hi thirsty nice to meet you I’m Lin-Manuel.”

Being very close with your grandparents

Your grandpa teaching you how to cook

Your grandma would spoil you tbh

Girl talk with your Aunt Luz

Your dad would be really big on making sure you knew and understood the importance of equality and treating others with respect. 

Weekly meals at their place where your grandpa is also telling tales

“You know pequeño, when your father was your age I couldn’t get him to shut up!” “Papi-“ “He was always doing his rapping, talking fast and never making sense but he had passion just like yourself so don’t you ever give up on yourself carino. If your father did he would not be where he is today- and neither would you.” “Thank you abuelo.”

And when you finally do make it, doing whatever or being wherever that may be, you’ll have Lin’s as well as the rest of your families support because Lin knows exactly what it feels like to have millions of people doubt you and laugh at you for doing the unexpected so his support will never run out.

When Lin finds out you have a passion for writing and composing, he immediately takes you with him for a daddy daughter date to the studio.

He pretends to be out of ideas for a song and you play along knowing it would be a lot less painful to take the easy path.

“Well there are a few different projects I’ve been working on lately. They aren’t too good… pretty shitty-“ “Y/n.” “Sorry… but uh, you can have a look I suppose.”

Becoming a co writer beside your dad on his next project

Going on walks and hikes together with Tobillo

But for real though Lin would be insanely protective over you

Like when it comes to you Lin always needs to know where you are and constantly has eyes on you

When you got your first boyfriend/girlfriend Lin would FLIP

You’d suddenly become a player in the game ’21 questions’ or more like 101 questions when it came to your dad

He demanded meeting your significant other and no matter the gender, he held his strong demeanor and hardly cracked a smile- well until he saw how happy you looked in their presence.

But eventually he’d come to term with it. Although he would always see you as his little girl, he knew you had to spread your wings and he was not about to hold you back from doing so.

And when you finally land a lead role on an upcoming Broadway show, Lin is ecstatic.

Every day he calls you to ask how rehearsals are going partly because he’s interested and excited for you but also because he remembers his restless days and nights where he’d come home so stressed he’d forget to eat for days. He didn’t want to see you go through the hardships he did.

Ironically enough the new production is held, opening night, in the same old theater you grew up in, Richard Rodgers. Home sweet home. 

And on opening night you can guarantee your father is sitting front row with four bouquets of various flowers surrounded by all your family and friends as well as a handful of the original and new Hamilton cast.

And he would cry. A lot.

But he would also be that dad that right before the show starts, as the lights are dimming, he stands up and shouts,

“Go Y/n!”

His proud dad tweets would be never ending that night

After the production he was sure to be the first backstage and the first to hug you.

“You did it, you did it! I’m so proud of you, mi ángel. Congratulations!”

You’d be lying to yourself if you said your dad didn’t have a surprise party planned for after the play because he did.

Not to be a downer but there would be days where Lin would cry himself to sleep thinking he hasn’t done enough, or given you the life you deserve. He worked himself far too hard to make sure you had everything you could ever need and knew you were loved, but sometimes he couldn’t help but fear the worst.

Although at times he can be overbearing, you wouldn’t want it anyway else.

This was so fun to write oh my lord, hope you enjoyed!

-Daizy xx