#he lost everyone he cared about and erik was like why are you not the same anymore :(

[luck-lasts]

cherik gets ten times sadder when you realize that everytime they reunite, charles hopes that this will be the time erik stays. but erik never does. erik never chooses charles. (erik thinks they are both better off that way)

[jennxxe]

Held, loved, interrupted.

pairing — bobby campbell x fem! reader

summary — bobby and erik have a petty argument and, erik being erik, he tells bobby that his girlfriend is out of his league. cue to bobby showing up at your door like a kicked puppy.

warnings — 18+, body worship, praising, comfort, blow job, sad bobby, cockwarming, cuddling, a lil angst in the beginning but like erik immediately regretted it

a/n — my first request from @pinkberrymilkys! <33

The metal door to the tattoo parlour slammed open with the kind of force that rattled the hinges and echoed through the hollow brick walls. Erik didn’t even flinch. He just kept his back to it, hunched over his station, wiping down a machine he hadn’t touched in over an hour.

Bobby’s footsteps came in heavy. Guilty. Hesitant.

“I said I was sorry,” Bobby muttered, voice tight like a cord pulled too hard. “I lost track of time, alright?”

Erik let out a low laugh. Dry. Mean. “You lost track for four hours?” He turned now, slow, deliberate. His piercings caught the light like warning signs. “Must be some head she’s giving you, huh?”

Bobby stiffened, cheeks flushing. “Don’t—don’t do that. Don’t make it about her.”

“Why not? Seems like everything else is.” Erik stepped closer, tossing the rag onto the tray beside him with a wet slap. “I ask you to close for one night—one—so I can breathe for once, and you vanish off the face of the planet. No call. No text. Just Bobby, playing a bitch to Miss Perfect.”

Bobby’s jaw clenched. “You don’t know her.”

“I know you.” Erik’s voice was quiet now, which was worse than yelling. It felt colder. “You’re acting like some scared little lapdog, like if you stop kissing her ass for five seconds she’ll remember she’s outta your league.”

Silence.

It fell like a dropped weight between them.

Bobby blinked. Once. Twice. Shoulders locked.
His throat worked around a response, but nothing came out at first.

“Wow,” he said finally. “Didn’t know you thought that.”

Erik’s jaw twitched. Regret flashed behind his eyes but he didn’t take it back. He couldn’t. That was the curse of knowing someone too well: you knew where the nerves were, but you also knew how to hit them without drawing blood. Just enough to sting.

“Bobby, I—”

“No. It’s fine.” Bobby’s voice cracked, just a little, and he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets like if he didn’t, they’d shake. “Guess it makes sense. Everyone else is just too polite to say it.”

He turned.

“Bobby.”

But Bobby was already halfway out the door. No yelling. No slamming. Just the jingle of the bell and the soft click of the door closing behind him.

Erik stared at it for a long moment, the shop too quiet now. The kind of quiet that made his skin itch.

He ran a hand through his hair.

Fuck.

The cold air bit at Bobby’s skin, but he didn’t zip his jacket. Didn’t call for a ride. Didn’t stop walking. He didn’t even realize he was heading to your apartment until he was standing in front of your door, knuckles red from the cold, breath fogging in little puffs.

He knocked once. Then again, softer.

You opened the door wearing one of his sweatshirts—the one that was his favourite in high school and he always said you could keep. You looked up at him and tilted your head, smile fading the second you saw his face.

“Bobby?” Soft. Careful.

He blinked at you like he’d just realized where he was.

You stepped aside without asking and he came in like a storm-wrecked thing, quiet, soaked in tension, eyes rimmed red like he’d been keeping something in for miles. He didn’t speak, didn’t sit. Just stood in the middle of your living room with his hands shoved deep in his pockets like he was scared they’d betray him.

You walked up, close enough to touch, but didn’t.

“What happened?”

He shook his head.

“It’s nothing.”

But you knew Bobby. You knew the way he carried his sadness like it was too heavy for his arms. You saw it in his hunched shoulders, in the way his mouth kept twitching like he was biting back everything that wanted to pour out.

So you didn’t ask again. You just stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him.

And that’s when he cracked.

His whole body shuddered like a broken breath. He buried his face in your neck, arms locking around you too tight, like you might vanish if he let go.

“He said you were too good for me,” he mumbled, voice wrecked, muffled in your skin. “Like I’m just… like I’m just some dumb dog hoping you don’t leave.”

Your heart broke and swelled at the same time. You held him tighter, one hand threading into his hair, the other tracing slow circles against his back.

“He doesn’t get to say that, baby” you whispered. “And it’s not true.”

“But what if it is?” It came out like a whimper. Not a question. A fear. “What if you wake up one day and realize I’m not enough?”

You leaned back just enough to take his face in your hands. His eyes were glassy, wide in their pain.

“Bobby,” you said, firm and low, “if I wanted someone else, I wouldn’t be here in your old hoodie with your dumb cologne and your terrible taste in takeout.”

A half-laugh punched out of him, wet and broken. You wiped under his eye with your thumb.

“You think you’re not enough, but you’re everything. You show up. You try. You love like it’s the only thing you know how to do.” You pressed your forehead to his. “That’s more than enough. That’s everything I want.”

He let out a slow, shaky breath. Something deep in him loosened. Broke open and bled clean.

“Can I stay?” he asked quietly, voice small.

“You never have to ask,” you whispered, pulling him to the couch with gentle insistence, fingers laced through his. He sat heavy, like his body hadn’t caught up to the softness of your touch. Like Erik’s words were still echoing under his ribs, shaking loose all the things he was too tired to hold.

He tried to lean forward, elbows on knees, but you stopped him with a hand to his chest.

“Uh-uh,” you murmured, gaze steady. “Back.”

He blinked up at you, confused, but obeyed.

The second his back hit the cushions, you climbed into his lap, straddling him slow and easy, like claiming a space that already belonged to you.

“What’re you—”

You pressed your finger to his lips.

“Shut up. Let me love you.”

And then you started with slow, deliberate kisses. One to his cheek, warm and lingering. Another to the bridge of his nose. His temple. His jaw. The corner of his mouth. Each kiss was like a whispered word, a piece of a sentence his heart hadn’t figured out how to hear.

“You don’t have to earn this.”

A kiss to the center of his forehead.

“You don’t have to prove anything to me.”

One to the tip of his nose, which twitched adorably under your lips.

“You’re already everything I want, Bobby.”

You kissed beneath his eye, warm breath mingling with the salt of his skin.

“Exactly as you are.”

He exhaled shakily, hands settling on your thighs like he didn’t know where to touch. Like he was scared that if he grabbed too hard, you’d disappear.

You cupped his face, thumbs brushing the curve of his jaw, and leaned in to press your lips against his. This kiss didn’t ask for anything. It didn’t need fixing or fire. It just stayed. Certain. Safe. When you pulled back, his eyes were a little glassy again but not from pain this time. From the sheer weight of being seen.

“You think you’re lucky to have me?” you whispered, brushing his hair back. “Baby, I won the goddamn lottery. You’re mine. All of you. The anxious, self-doubting, overthinking mess. The sweet, sensitive, stupidly pretty boy who doesn’t even see how loved he is.”

A single tear slipped from the corner of his eye. You kissed that too.

He let out a little laugh—hoarse, soft, half-embarrassed “God, you’re gonna make me cry again.”

You smiled, nose brushing his. “Good.” And you kept going. Kissing every part of him like it mattered. Like it was holy. Like it was yours because it was.

Bobby laid back like he didn’t quite know how to. Like his body had forgotten how to relax after carrying too many words he never meant to believe. His hands hovered at your thighs, unsure, chest rising slow and shallow.

You just looked at him. All of him. His flushed cheeks, the guilt still lingering in the corners of his mouth, the nervous tension in his jaw.

“I want you to lay there and take it,” you murmured.
Your voice was soft, not a command.

Bobby blinked up at you, throat bobbing in a swallow “Take what?”

You smiled as you bent down, lips brushing his collarbone. “Everything I give you.”

And then you began.

Your lips trailed along the curve of his throat, slow and reverent. You kissed just beneath his jaw, right where his pulse flickered too fast. Your hands traced his ribs through the thin fabric of his shirt, like you were learning him all over again.

“You’re handsome,” you whispered against his skin. “You don’t even know, do you?”

His breath hitched. His hands gripped the cushions, knuckles white like he was holding back.

You pulled his shirt up and off, slow and sweet, like unwrapping something sacred. He let you. His eyes flickered away but you brought his gaze back with a hand to his cheek.

“Look at me.” And when he did, nervous and vulnerable, you kissed the center of his chest.

“This heart? That’s not weakness. That’s gold.”

Your hands roamed his sides now, fingertips mapping freckles and faded summer burns. You kissed his stomach, the little dip beneath his ribs, the soft edge where muscle gave way to tenderness.

“You’re allowed to be soft. You don’t have to be anyone else when you’re with me.”

He let out a breath. One of his hands slid into your hair. “I don’t deserve you,” he said, voice breaking.

You kissed right over his heart. “You do. Every second. Every inch.”

And then you kissed down—over the stretch of his lower stomach, over the places he never thought twice about but you adored. You didn’t worship like he was an idol. You worshipped like he was human, fragile, flawed, divine in all the ways he didn’t see.

And through it all, he watched you with glassy eyes, body trembling under your love like it was too much to hold.

“Breathe,” you whispered, crawling back up to kiss his lips. “Just breathe, baby. You’re not going anywhere. Neither am I.”

He lay back, breathless beneath you, eyes wide and glassy, skin flushed in that vulnerable, golden way that only happened when he forgot to shield himself. Shirt gone. His chest rose and fell like he was still catching up to the reality that you wanted him like this—not for what he gave, not for what he proved but for who he was.

You slid down his body with the kind of reverence that made his hands twitch, trailing kisses along the path of his stomach, his hipbones, the sensitive crease where skin met denim.

“Every part of you, baby,” you whispered, lips brushing skin. “Every single part.”

Bobby’s breath stuttered.

You looked up at him from between his legs, and his whole body tensed like he might shatter from the sight alone. The way you touched him, the way you looked at him, like he was something rare, something precious that deserved to be adored without hesitation.

He tried to speak, tried to say your name, but it fell apart in his throat the second your hands moved to pull down his pants and boxers. His lashes fluttered, mouth parting in a soundless gasp, hips bucking just slightly before he caught himself. But you shushed him softly, your voice soaked in sugar and smoke.

“Don’t hold back,” you murmured. “I want to hear how good you feel.”

You took your time taking his cock into your mouth, slowly making your way from the tip to the base and then back.

You praised him between every movement, telling him how handsome he looked like this, how good he tasted, how much you loved seeing him fall apart for you. Your words were honey poured over fire. He was trembling under them, the sheer intimacy of your voice almost more than he could handle.

His hands threaded into your hair but never pushed, he didn’t dare guide you, didn’t want to break the spell. You had him. Body and soul.

“You’re so good for me, Bobby,” you breathed against him. “So sweet. So perfect. Mine.”

That last word made him whimper.

His head tipped back, one arm flung over his eyes like it was all too much. Your mouth, your voice, the way your tongue tracked the sensitive vein under his tip.

You didn’t stop for a bit even after he came, letting him ride out the waves of pleasure fully. And even then, you crawled back into his lap, kissed his lips slow, let him taste the aftermath of his own unraveling.

“You okay?” you whispered, brushing his hair from his damp forehead.

He nodded, barely. “I love you,” he whispered.

And you smiled against his mouth. “Good,” you said. “Because I love you too.”

Half an hour later, some movie flickered across the screen, but neither of you were really watching. You were curled on the couch, tangled together like something slow and inevitable, your bare legs laced with his under the blanket. Bobby lay behind you, chest pressed to your back, arms draped around your waist. His body was still warm from everything you’d just given him. His heart hadn’t stopped racing.

And neither had yours.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, nose nuzzling the spot that always made you sigh. You could feel the heat of his breath, the press of his lips, the lazy drag of his hand over your stomach.

You shifted slightly, hips rolling back into his just enough. And you felt him still inside you. Not moving, just there filling you.

Bobby let out a slow, shaky breath.

“You okay?” you whispered, already knowing the answer.

His hand gripped your hip, grounding.

“M-mhm.” His voice was a bit shaky. “Just… don’t wanna let go yet.”

The connection was intimate, so slow and still it barely felt physical. It felt like a heartbeat. Like the space between breaths. Like two bodies wrapped in a silence that said more. You reached back, lacing your fingers with his. Pulled his arm tighter around your waist.

“Then don’t.”

He let out a soft laugh, burying his face deeper in your hair. You could feel the way his lashes brushed your skin. His hand splayed across your belly, warm and steady. You could feel his cock twitch now and then, just barely.
You pressed your hips back into him with a teasing little smile.

“You’re not gonna make it through the whole movie, are you?”

He groaned against your neck, playful and helpless at once. “Not a chance.”

The credits rolled. You barely noticed. Bobby kissed your temple, his voice a sleepy whisper in your hair. “I wanna stay like this forever.”

BONUS!

You smiled, pressing your hips back just a little again, enough to make him inhale through his teeth.

“Careful,” he murmured. “You’re gonna get me in trouble.”

“With who?” you teased.

And that’s exactly when the front door flew open.

“Bobby, I knew you were here and I need to—”

Erik.

Erik fucking Campbell stood in the doorway, already talking mid-stride like he’d been rehearsing the apology out loud, jacket half-off and attitude full-on—

Until he saw you.

Until he saw Bobby, shirtless, flushed, blinking in dazed horror from the couch where he lay completely tangled around you under a suspiciously large blanket.

Until he saw the way Bobby’s arms tightened, just a second too slow.

Until he saw Bobby’s face go pale and bright red at the same time.

Erik stopped cold. Blinked once. Twice.

And then, with a sharp inhale—

“Oh my god, are you—” His voice pitched up like a record scratch. “—dude, is your dick in her right now?!”

Bobby froze. His whole body stiffened against yours. Not a word came out. He just made a strangled sound like someone had punched all the air out of him.

You didn’t move either. For one long, horrified second, no one did.

Then Bobby croaked:

“…Could you not be here right now?”

“Holy shit, man—I came to say sorry! I didn’t come to get visually assaulted!” Erik spun around so fast he nearly tripped over the rug. “Jesus Christ—next time LOCK the damn door!”

“We did!” Bobby shouted, still cringing, half-curled over you like his body could somehow shield you both from the embarrassment crashing down like a tsunami.

“Clearly not hard enough!”

Erik stumbled back through the door, grumbling something about “goddamn horror movie timing” and “emotional whiplash,” and slammed it shut behind him.

Silence.

Bobby let out a long, long breath and dropped his face into the crook of your neck. “…I’m never looking him in the eye again.”

You burst out laughing, even as you stroked his hair and tried to stifle it behind your hand. “Well, at least now he knows you’re getting taken care of.”

That got a huff of laughter from him. A little shy. A little smug.

He kissed your shoulder, breath warm and trembling.

“Still not pulling out, though.”

[x-prettyboy-x]

Hiii! Can you do an Erik Campbell x Pregnant!Reader, you can do it during the events of the film or not, as long as it has some angst with a happy ending :) If you do it during the events of the film: Erik, who cheated death from the tattoo parlor: As long as my girlfriend is okay and not on death's list, I would gladly die happy.

Reader who's pregnant with his child and hasn't told him yet: Uh...about that...

Unseen Events

Hello anon, i will try my absolute best. But I fear i may dissapoint, your request is my 4th time total posting fanfic on this platform😭🫶🏻

Pairing: Erik Campbell x Pregnant!FemReader

Warnings: spoilers for final destination bloodlines I guess, mentions of self unaliving and self harm but not.. in a depressing way? In a trying to save everyone way.. yk?

Contents: angst, me not really knowing how to write pregnancy, erik being a panicked bitch(affectionate), alternate universe where Erik is actually in the blood line, me being an Erik girl dad truther.

Wc; 1.4k

Masterlist

It felt like you'd been sitting in this bathroom for hours, when really it'd been maybe 30 seconds. Just standing and staring at the piece of white and blue plastic you'd just peed on and turned upside down on the bathroom sink. Thank god Erik was at work, he'd be outside the door losing his mind with how long you'd been in there. You got sick one time and he acted like you were dying.

After the longest 5 minutes of your life, you turned the test over. And came face to face with those clear as day pink lines. Those stupid fucking pink lines. You and Erik were careful, always. Except when you decided going to the tattoo shop with him was a good idea, and a client wanted her nipples pierced, one thing led to jealousy, and before you knew it he was closing the shop early and proving he only had eyes for you. Never anyone else. But you hadn't been safe. Of course not. Only your luck, the one time you dont use protection, you end up in this situation.

You wanted kids. You did, really. But you didnt know if Erik did, you two hadn't had that conversation yet. You had no idea how he'd react, and that's what scared you.

That was a month ago. You had this big plan to tell him, and then Iris died. Erik didn't seem to care much, but then his dad died too. How do you tell your boyfriend after two back to back funerals, "Hey, by the way. You're gonna be a dad. Oops"? No.

Things only got worse when the real situation set in. Everyone in Iris's bloodline was on deaths list. She cheated it, she was never meant to have kids, and now her entire bloodline was cursed because of it. Thanks Iris. Now not only am I pregnant and my boyfriend doesn't know, but my baby is stuck with some fucking death curse before its even born. Just perfect.

When Erik came home late rambling about how he'd cheated death, how he survived a fire in the tattoo shop, he was acting like it was nothing. Like your heart wasn't beating out of your fucking chest every minute that ticked by that he wasn't answering your texts.

"Look, its morbid but you're not in the bloodline, you're safe from all this, knowing that? I could die a happy fuckin man. Sucks I lost my favorite jacket though." He'd let out an over exaggerated sigh that made your annoyance only spike more.

Better time than any, I guess. You'd sighed to yourself, clearing your throat and sitting up on his bed, just trying to calm your breathing and willing your heart to stop beating so fast.

"Yeah, about that. I'm not in the bloodline, but I dont think I'm exactly.. safe." You'd started, and you could see the moment his cocky, joking look turned serious and confused, almost pissed off.

"The fuck are you talking about? Why wouldn't you be safe?"

"Kiki, I promise I planned on telling you, okay? But then Iris died, and then your dad and I just- I couldn't find a good time so I kept putting it off. I'm pregnant. I took the stupid test a month ago." You couldn't look at him, but you could see his feet as he started to pace back and forth from where you were staring down at your lap, picking at your nails.

"You didnt think maybe it was a good idea to tell me that the SECOND we found out about this fucking list? What if I had died today? We have no idea how this is gonna work out! You should've told me days ago!"

You could tell when Erik was pissed off, you'd seen it plenty of times when he came home from work complaining about a bitchy client or his boss he hated so much. This wasn't anger, this was panic.

"I know, I'm sorry-" you knew he wasnt angry at you, but your words came out shaky, your voice breaking as you felt tears threatening to fall. Stupid pregnancy hormones.

Erik let out a sigh and moved to kneel down in front of you, using two fingers to tilt your head up to meet his gaze. "Baby, I'm sorry. I didnt mean to yell I'm just.. scared. I didnt care if I died because I knew you'd be safe but now.." he shook his head before continuing, "We're gonna figure this out. Me and the others, we'll figure this out. Find a way to save everyone else on the list. I won't let anything happen to you or this baby, not while I'm living and breathing."

That was a few days ago. And time was running out. You wouldn't let Erik leave the house, ever. Never let him go anywhere alone, always watching over your shoulder for a cup about to fall or some water spilled on the floor somewhere. To say you were paranoid didnt even begin to cover it.

When Stefani, Bobby, Erik and Charlie had loaded into the rv with Darlene, going after some friend of Iris's, you'd begged to go. You didnt wanna let him out of your sight, but everyone involved refused to let you go. Acted like you were some damsel in distress just because you were growing a person. It pissed you off beyond belief. But that anger and frustration quickly became fear and unease as you watched them all drive off.

They made Julia stay with you, making sure you weren't freaking out too much or worse, got in your car and followed after them.

You thought the 5 minutes you waited for that pregnancy test was the longest wait of your life. Oh how wrong you were. Every second that ticked by while you waited to hear something, anything from Erik felt like it was taking years off your life. But nothing ever came. Not a call, not a text. Nothing.

After the longest hours of your life, you finally heard the rv pull back into the driveway, and you ran outside before Julia could stop you. You watched as Stefani, Charlie and Darlene stepped out of the rv, but no Bobby or Erik. The tears started to fall before you even had to time to fight them back, "what happened? Where are they?"

Darlene quickly walked over and gently took your hands into hers, "Hes okay. They both are. We found Iris's friend, he told us how to beat this. Erik had to.. die and come back. Truly cheat death, and everyone else on the list would be safe. He.. came up with this plan to kill himself in the hospital so they could bring him back. It was.. stupid but it worked. He flat lined, and they got him back. They're keeping him on a mental health hold because of course they dont believe the deaths list story, but he's okay. Bobbys with him now."

To say you wanted to scream at him for how stupid he was, how he could've died, how you could've never seen him again, how he could've never met his child was an understatement.

You demanded Darlene take you to the hospital to see him, and how could she argue after telling you something like that? Erik was sedated, apparently he'd tried fighting the doctors when they wouldn't let him leave, no shock there. His wrists were tightly wrapped and the sight made you sick to your stomach. Bobby looked just as sick.

They only kept Erik in the hospital for a few days, letting him out after some therapy sessions and deciding he was "no longer a threat to himself or others." You'd forgotten all about wanting to scream about how stupid he was when he wrapped his arms around you, whispered how much he loved you and how excited he was to be a dad. How could you yell at him after that?

You had a healthy baby girl in the winter, and Erik had never felt happier. Neither had you. Seeing him dress her every morning, refusing to let anyone hold her because he didn't want her to leave his arms, buying dumb baby band t-shirts for her.

He'd die over and over again if that's what it took to keep you and his little girl safe. He'd kill someone if he had to. He'd make sure this little angel in his arms would never know the fear of death, not while he was here to protect her from it.

[dross-the-fish]

Musical Erik or book Erik?

I feel like there's so much more to book Erik. The thing about the musical that kind of bugs me is that it cannot stand alone. It's counting on the audience to have some kind of familiarity with the source material and to let that prior knowledge fill in the blanks. My partner watched the Royal Albert Hall version with me and as someone who had zero familiarity with the story or characters beyond being aware they existed he was kind of lost at times and was legitimately confused about why Christine seemed to flip flop around her feelings for Erik and why Madam Giry seemed to know so much about Erik even so they never interacted. A lot of the ALW musical is banking that you either don't care about the details or you know the story already and are going to fill in those gaps yourself. Erik is no exception. We're not even given his name in the musical and his backstory is almost hand-waved. He kind of dumps all of his trauma and background onto Christine during the Final Lair scene where as before that she hadn't known him as anything but the Angel of Music and the Opera Ghost. Musical Erik....kind of doesn't exist and I don't know if we can even call him Erik. We get either the Angel of Music or the Phantom but the actual human part of him, the part that is "Erik" and "Longs to have a wife, and a flat, and to be like everyone else" is kind of reduced to a few lines here and there. His name is never once spoken and I sometimes wonder if that was intentionally done to make him seem more fantastical and less human. It's a little weird to me because the musical plays up the tension and chemistry between Erik and Christine so much but actually cuts down all of the moments that motivate Christine in the book to go back and sing for him one more time. The parts where he's apologizing, where he's remorseful or where he tries to be soft. In the book she remarks that he sang her to sleep. None of these exist in the ALW musical. Musical Erik doesn't actually have any moments where he shows her genuine kindness, just a sense of ownership and intense jealousy.

[feelinungry]

and i will always, always, be defending the "plot-holes" that are not actually plot-holes at all. i've seen people on facebook complain so many times about the ending of the game - about the siege of talmberg to be more exact.

"just attack it", "just take it down", "why doesn't divish just do it", "ohh his wife he can't even fuck! nobody gives a damn", "henry doesn't even really care for radzig at this point" etc.

and i have to go back to that one solitary thing this game literally cannot exist without: love. it's the main aspect, it's the pillars the story stands on, it's everything.

medieval movies and books like to picture the old times ala skyrim: "my son was very young when he died. but he did so while doing his duty. he fell for skyrim! he fell for the empire! i do not mourn for i am proud!"

"oh, i loved my father more than anything. but he is gone now. that is life."

it is. but. hear me out. people back then - were actually just like people now. we break down when we lose someone we adore, cherish, love, protect. no matter how stoic we may be, we don't take it lightly, do we?

so, if you think about it, is it a plot-hole, when divish refuses to attack his castle because

it's his home and he loves it

his wife is in there

his friend is also in there?

robard would not attack if it were divish in there. radzig would not attack if it were henry in there. hans would not attack if it were hanush in there. istvan would not attack if it were erik in there. captain bernard would not attack if it were hans in there.

it all comes back to love. and wanting people you care about safe.

martin running back to certain death because his wife is in the village when the cumans attack.

both parents worrying about nothing but their beloved son even while they are being brutally murdered.

everyone on talmberg willing to lock henry up just to keep him away from skalitz (for reasons yet unknown).

theresa making a last stand for someone just as lost as her.

the understanding he's met with when henry comes and admits his failure to radzig, the fact that he went against direct order. (nothing, absolutely nothing else but radzig being in debt to martin, or radzig being someone close to henry, could explain the understanding, the acceptance, and the outcome of the whole situation. how do you think henry - who is just a young man, not a hero, not a dragonborn, not a chosen one - would get away with all this?)

henry backed out of the night raid on talmberg because hans was wounded and wouldn't survive long enough for the mission to succeed.

hans (in one of the outcomes) carried him out on his back, saving his fat ass. no time for glory, no time for saving the hostages when it's suddenly your best friend who is on the ground and bleeding out. he might have succeeded with the mission. yet he didn't hesitate when suddenly it was him who was put in the shoes of those who just wanted to keep their loved ones safe. it was stephanie for divish (he approved the raid). it was radzig for henry (he was the one who went first and most willingly). and it was henry for hans (who immediately backed out on henry's behalf). all those actions were based on love.

would you attack talmberg, knowing there was someone you loved? someone you wanted to know better, someone you wanted to learn how to love, someone who could have been much closer if he only tried? someone you only just met?

the whole story starts with love, continues with love, ends with love. it is everywhere you look and you don't even have to romance anyone to see it, to feel it. it is in the npcs' lives, it's the motivation behind so many actions. it's in henry's decisions. in your decisions.

because, don't you just love this game?

[exqorcism]

i thought it would vanish into thin air quickly but since "nicholas chavez is over party" kinda thingy is happening all over social media, i'd like to hear everyone's thoughts...

i think people can be so dramatic these days ━ of course he could've declined the picture, he's a grown man, a person who gets a lot of attention at the moment, so he should know how to act in public.

as if for the "costumes" these guys were wearing ━ they are disgusting and i'm nauseous looking at them, why would they even think it's a good idea?

as if for nicholas, it's really hard to defend him anymore since he clearly doesn't have a PR guy who would tell him how to act in public. for the people who are saying that they're praying on his downfall ━ aren't you ashamed...? 😭

comparing nick to cooper is also ridiculous as they are VERY different people who choose to show their support in different ways, and it's okay. they're nothing alike and it's obvious.

and once again, i think nicholas has made some... questionable choices but he still has time to address this whole situation, and if he doesn't ━ nick, do better.

this makes me really sad because lyle and erik has spoken about him in such a kind way, not holding a grudge against him when he didn't visit them with cooper ━ once again, his choice. yet he takes a picture with guys that mock the abuse the Menendez brothers went through... it gives me an ick, not gonna lie. and it's not right of him.

no reason to cancel him though ━ people were saying he's "evil", "soulless", "full of himself" ━ and i have a hard time believing that. he seems so sweet, his love life is none of my business, but he's doing so many things wrong.

he seems like such a genuine guy, but i feel like he's lost himself in the sudden hype.

got called a dickrider on twitter (by people who are probably 12, but okay...) for choosing not to hate on him. it really surprises me how quick people can switch up, "i never liked him!!!!!!", "hes got these soulless eyes, he's the devil, glad i never found him attractive" ━ girl shut the fuck up, no one cares, i can promise you that. you're so different, we get it.

celebrities are also people, something a lot of consumers forget about. they are allowed to make mistakes, but they should learn from them. and he's such a young guy (saying this as a person 5 years younger...), there's a long road ahead of him and i honestly wish he could find himself again ♡

woof. that was long. i felt obligated to talk about this stuff because i am a nicholas focused blog, so...

anyways peace & love, and treat people with kindness ♡

[lehnsherrrr]

Let’s talk about the writing of Charles Xavier.

Okay, so we all hate the way everyone turned on Charles in DP, right? But it’s not based on nothing, you gotta hear me out rn.

Charles means well, and does mostly well, but he’s still an idiot, he’s still a man.

Yes he does so much good work for the school and for mutants, he lost everything over and over again, but he isn’t perfect.

No one is perfect, and I think the writing and James mcavoys acting manages to make such a human portrayal this way.

Hes not the golden boy, he’s not the shining hero, he has many sides just like a real person.

Of course he’s mostly wonderful, his deepest desire is to enact peace. As child he took in Raven without a second thought, a time in our development when we tend to be less empathetic. You’ve seen the way he cares for Erik and the others, he absolutely means it.

But it’s those little imperfections that make him such a beautiful character.

He’s can be cocky, certainly when he had just gotten his PhD, I now this brat was the top of his class and smug about it.

He’s also allowed to be selfish, he wants Raven, he wants Erik, he wants things desperately.

And sometimes he may have made mistakes when blinded by his ambitions.

Accidentally outing Hank? Kinda shit. Using his powers to make that guy get in the car? Unnecessary.

But he’s allowed to be this way, the writing allows it, and James Mcavoy portrays it perfectly.

This is how you write a character.

He isn’t always that shining beacon of hope, especially in dofp.

Anyone could’ve taken Charles character of “Leader of the xmen, strives for world peace” and made him an absolute angel all of the time. But people don’t work like that.

Charles Xavier gives me the vibe of someone who was an absolute menace during educational years, maybe even a dickhead.

I can see him saying some pretty idiotic shit to people that maybe he was trying to flirt with, maybe even making people feel bad about themselves.

Bro might have even been a bully in the perspective of some; this dashing clever guy who always knows what you’re thinking.

Now I don’t think he was actually a bully, he is a whole nerd after all, but maybe to those even nerdier than him.

Can you imagine another, nerdier, student being like “I fucking hate Charles Xavier and his stupid fucking smug face, why does he have to be top of the class, I hate him.”

And Charles not giving a rats ass about that person.

And now he’s grown, right from the day of getting his PhD, when he met Moira, he began to properly grow.

He’s always been kind at heart, even if his confidence had come across as arrogance. He’d never actually want to cause anyone upset, but it happens, and there are times where he could’ve helped that.

He tries so hard now, every stage of Charles life I expect he looks back on his past self with embarrassment. “God I was an idiot why did I do that, I’m far superior now.”

Charles is probably the most thoroughly human character in the entire franchise, and it rubs off on those around him. Even if none of them are actually human, and I think maybe that’s the point?

That’s the point of the movie. Look at how human the mutants are, and how human the humans aren’t. Of course Charles sees past that, whether he believes it or not, he wants everyone to be equal.

I’m sure you already knew all of this, but people really like it when I yap about the old gay men, so here <3

[waybeforeyourtime]

Why this line was the last straw?

"Why can't I decide how the hell I want to live? I want to live a normal life."

Before S1E1 even hits the 3-minute mark, we see a frustrated Wille make this statement. We, the audience, think it's simply the spoiled demands of a privileged prince.

We come to find out that it's not. It's a boy being forced into a role he doesn't fit into. He's a square peg being shoved into a round hole.

Then he meets Simon. Then he becomes Crown Prince.

"I can't keep doing this anymore."

He tries, but he can't. So, he goes back to Simon. Then he * fucks * up again. The video is leaked. More shame on the family. He lies to be a good prince.

He's surrounded by the privileged and expected to act like the privileged while loving someone unprivileged. August betrays him and hurts Simon because he isn't a good enough Prince.

August: "You have it all, and you don't want it." (paraphrasing).

August can be his backup, but he hates August for what he did. Except Wille is getting desperate. He's lost Simon, and he considers letting that happen to give him the normal life he always wanted. Except August is worse than he thought. August would send Simon to jail to protect himself.

He wants to be a good prince and not let August take the role, somewhat out of spite, too.

Wille - impulsive last-minute Wille - decides, mid-freakin'-speech, to try being true to himself and remain a Royal, and he outs himself publicly and declares that it was him with Simon in the video.

It doesn't change anything, though. In fact, it gets worse. Now, Simon has to fit into the mold of a Royal, and he's miserable. Wille tries to explain how it works but he can't. It's half-hearted. He doesn't believe in it, so how can he sell it to Simon? He doesn't think Simon should have to stop posting his music or being who he is, but it's what is expected of him. It's how the privileged act. They expect the lower class to conform to their wishes. They don't care about the wants or needs of the lower classes.

Simon breaks up with him. Wille's defeated because he knows Simon is right. Simon will never be happy being stuck in the expectations of Royal life. But Wille isn't either. And Wille sees that his mother isn't happy - she's having a mental breakdown. Erik wasn't the perfect brother either. He did toxic things and then covered it up.

Everyone is fake. Except Simon, so he lets him go.

"You'll make a great King."

This was the last straw. Wille had never heard that before. Everything he's ever done has been the wrong thing. The wrong way of thinking. The wrong way of acting. Wanting the wrong things. When he tried to make it right, it failed. Now, his mother is telling him that he'll make a Great King. Why? Because he gave up Simon and tried to fake it like everyone else.

And in that moment, our impulsive last-minute Wille, decides that 'no. he will not make a great king.' He stops just trying to get approval from his parents. He will not carve out pieces of himself to fit in that round hole, and he runs. He runs away from it and runs towards a life where he can make his own choices. He doesn't know who he wants to be, but he knows it's not King.

A hopeful ending. Not a happy ending.

[forever-and-whats-left]

Roast of Love Never Dies mixed in with some headcanons IG

First off, I know this is well-tread ground, I DON'T CARE!!!!!!!!

Some people were making fun of Erik whining about Christine ten years later. Yet I lost the ability to write to a girl who wasn't even mine. Gay people understand you, Erik...

Meg. You deserve better. Her character doesn't remain true to either the book or the musical. The musical presented the idea of a friend whose whole personality trait was screaming about the phantom. You mean to tell me she took one glance at him and thought, "Oh wait, never mind, guy who killed two people at least, manipulated my mom, and burned the place where I was the LEAD BALLERINA; you're a hotty." Fair.

Anyway, if you were gonna make her a villain(?), at least make her a gossip! I could see her causing some chaos with that. Anyway...

The music when Christine disembarks is pretty much exactly my emotions. Like, oh, hello... you. Fuck I love her so much. Like all glammed up and miserable. Go off, queen.

Many people say this, but I hate this characterization of Raoul. Beyond being a drunk and a gambler, him being a bad person just makes the plot less interesting? Like, how are we supposed to care about who she ends up with when the choice is obvious? They could've killed him off, and the plot would be exactly the same. RIP Raoul, I used to cry to all I ask of you at 2 am, I will always remember you that way.

Gustave is... ok. Like if you truly want me to think he embodies Erik in some form, make him a chaos demon. You mean to tell me he wasn't dabbling in pyrotechnics yet? Erik probably had them down in the crib!

Ok. Look with your heart actually... melts me. Like the terrible life lesson aside, it's sweet to see Christine on her softer side. We only get to see her distressed in the original, so seeing her (somewhat) healthy and grown is heartwarming to me.

GAHAHHAHAHHA!!!!!! MOONLESS SKY!!!!1 Lord!!! I can't listen to it without sounding like a maniac. My favorite lines:

"And blind in the dark, as soul gazed into soul." Is his nightlight eyes his soul or...?

"I felt no longer shy." OH! SHY ERIK! SHY MUSICAL ERIK! HAH!! YOU FELT UP HER BOOB ON A STAGE FULL OF PEOPLE!!

"We said things in the dark, We never dared to say." Something, something, peg me, Christine.

"And slipped into the dark beneath a moonless sky." AFTER ALL THIS! THE KIDNAPPING! THE MURDER! THE EVERYTHING! YOU FINALLY TAP THAT AND YOU LEAVE?! Erik, your days are numbered, I swear to GOD.

"And I had to, both of us knew why." Care to share with the class??

Anyway, that's enough about moonless sky, we have to keep going.

Gustave being able to predict the future is so funny. Please, phic writers, include that.

I can never get over how Erik just decides that kid is his own. Yeah, it's the night you had sex, but also the day before she got MARRIED! She probably had sex with Raoul WAY MORE. DUDE. Some part of me jokes that she just says that to Erik so he won't kill the kid.

Why does she love me is so teen girl to me. IDGAF he's a drunk middle-aged man.

Devil take the hindmost. BARS. I love it genuinely. If it were in a different musical, it would be fire.

Well, since I've already overshared, is it ok to say the finale makes me cry? Like fuck Erik, Raoul, Meg, everyone! DON'T KILL HER! MY POOR GIRL! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11

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this post was inspired by @/dj-triumph 's rambles on the 2004 movie. I realized I have a lot of ideas rattling in my brain.

If anyone wants me to cover something else in depth, I'm willing, honestly

[wishchip106]

hrrmm got my brain on the magneto: origins movie script

errr spoilers if you ever wanted to read the script for yourself:

for the first part of the movie this was just erik: 🥺😿

he was a tad bit fruity in this movie despite having a wife and child (WHO DIE AGAIN THEY CANNOT CATCH A BREAK)

if you looked hard enough he was flirting with that american agent BRO MOVES ON FAST

and then he was also definitely checking charles out while he played sport you cannot tell me otherwise

if you just changed charles to a girl idk what would’ve stopped the writers from making him the love interest

THEY RAN OUT A BAR GIGGLING AND HOLDING HANDS AFTER BEATING SOME PEOPLE UP WHAT IS THIS

they also worked together to stop a bunch of tanks and i think n*zi’s from invading the hospital charles was working at. They smiled at eachother while doing so wtf

at one point erik went to go meet up (and i think threaten) his ex-boyfriend who kinda betrayed him (american agent) and then proceeded to get arrested but then his current boyfriend came to save him

i kinda lost the plot during the last bit of this

they never really made clear WHY erik became magneto, for the most part of this movie he was more n*zi hunting then avenging his mutant heritage.

like the guy he was hunting down the whole movie did experiment on him cause he was a mutant and at the end he had captured other mutant kids and charles and erik went to go save them

but erik didn’t even interact or think about the mutant kids all he cared about was the scientist guy

it was charles who saved the mutants

just saying charles was pretty cool in this movie he wasn’t entirely limiting his telepathy

im pretty sure erik being a mutant was sidelined in this movie apart from him using his powers every so often

going back a bit but i remember erik saying he had to leave to charles and they were both kinda sad about it and then one the scientist’s lackeys or whatever came to attack erik (he failed) but he told erik they were blowing up the hospital

charles was smart enough to get everyone out before that happened but basically erik came running back and then told charles he was leaving AGAIN he just wanted to make sure pookie didn’t die

theres a lot more to this movie but this was basically what im just thinking about.

[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (23-24 SZN PART 18)

au masterlist

notes: this is short but i needed it out and i’ve been much too busy to write lately and i’m running on very little sleep and can barely keep my eyes open

y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 we’re not back

we are SO not back.

but you know who IS back?! MY SEXY ASS, 22 POINT HAVING, COMEBACK GOAL SCORING, SNACK STEALING BOYFRIEND!!

despite the unfortunate 5-3 loss against the dish rags, we did get a few good goals tonight, starting with one from everyone’s favorite previously injured man, JACK ROWDEN HUGHES!!!

babygirl also assisted on Uncle Haula-hoop’s goal (the third and final Devils goal)! and in between those goals, Pally pocket got a goal!!

however, towards the end of first, we were down by one, and despite my strongly worded advisory, coach bark pulled my main man Vitek and let the rags score an empty netter….

anyways! bestie number 1 was wrongfully accused and jailed in the second— his crime? his flow was too nice. not very jail worthy, but the bald bitch from the other team had it out for him.

goodnight and please enjoy the last couple photos i took of my sassy boy toy during his post-game interview where he couldn’t keep his eyes off me— can’t say i blame him 🤭

tagged jackhughes, pally_18, ehaula, and dawson1417

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user93 the red m&m in the 3rd pic is sending me 😭

y/ndevils00 give him some respect! he assisted on that goal!

jackhughes i didn’t realize you were saving the cheez-its!

y/ndevils00 they were my work snack! i need food in order to keep my energy to run around the arena!

jackhughes i give you $30 before every game for you to buy snacks??

y/ndevils00 i prefer to use that money for drinky drinks

lhughes_06 that explains so much

dawson1417 he can’t have my hair!

y/ndevils00 baldy should’ve thought about his flow before he shaved his head! i’ll protect your hair!

john.marino97 and how will you do that?

y/ndevils00 @/john.marino97 the same way i get rid of all the men in my dm’s— beat ‘em off with a stick!

jackhughes MEN IN YOUR DM’S????

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes oh don’t act so surprised! i’m a catch and everyone knows it!

trevorzegras @/jackhughes damn dude, better get a move on with ‘plan alpha-alpha’ before someone snatches up your girl

user66 i love the jack-centric posts! y/n feeds us 🙏

ehaula did you know there’s other players on the team besides your boyfriend?

y/ndevils00 did you know i don’t care about anyone else?

ehaula trust me, i can tell

y/ndevils00 then why are you asking stupid questions you already know the answer to?

ehaula i’m disowning you

y/ndevils00 you can’t do that!

ehaula pretty sure i can!

y/ndevils00 nuh-uh! tell him @/kristen.haula

kristen.haula you can’t disown our niece, Erik!

y/ndevils00 TOLD YOU! NA-NA-NA BOO BOO!

ehaula i can’t believe you’ve wormed your way into my family and won’t leave

dawson1417 yeah, that’s what happens

john.marino97 my mom calls her the daughter she never had

john.marino97 excuse me, where am i?!

y/ndevils00 idk, your couch?

john.marino97 IN THE POST! where am i IN THE POST!

y/ndevils00 oh, you got no points. do better and maybe you’ll be featured

john.marino97 i tried!

y/ndevils00 so try harder?? idk what to tell you

john.marino97 why am i friends with you

y/ndevils00 because i’m hot and funny and smart?

john.marino97 no, that’s not it

user20 poor dawson in the box 😭

_quinnhughes i’ve missed your chaotic energy! can’t wait to see you soon, Dove!!

y/ndevils00 aww! so excited to see you soon huggy! 🥹🤍

jackhughes not once have you said you can’t wait to see me?

lhughes_06 you’ll see your brothers too??

_quinnhughes @/jackhughes @/lhughes_06 okay?

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes @/lhughes_06 i’m lost on what that has to do with me?

lhughes_06 NOTHING! it has NOTHING to do with you!

y/ndevils00 @/lhughes_06 yeah, so it’s irrelevant

nicohischier i hate not playing, but i won’t lie, i love not being on these posts

y/ndevils00 it’s only a matter of time, captain slut!

[hvenart]

I’ve seen some people (on TikTok mostly I don’t actually know about tumblr cus I avoided the tag for spoilers) hating on Simon and saying he didn’t try to understand Willhelm and his situation enough and I’m just like HELLOO??? DID WE WATCH THE SAME SHOW. I already found season two hate about Simon ridiculous BUT FOR SEASON THREE???

Simon has been so understanding and has sacrificed so much. He deleted his socials and all the memories with his friends online for the royal court. He thought the protest of the students was stupid but still joined for Willhelm. He sat down with the people who mock him for his activism despite them doing the same thing for lesser reasons. I would go as far to say he gave up his IDEOLOGIES for Willhelm. He has a lot of political opinions about social issues and the royal court but he’s not allowed to express any of them. He sometimes slips out a negative comment but he has been holding it in for the entire season. He knows he can make an actual difference and is close to someone who can but he can’t do anything about it. His partner doesn’t even seem to care about the issues he’s so passionate about and dismisses them. Yes Wilhelm has his own personal problems but the way he talked about LGBTQ+ issues was honestly hard to watch and you can tell Simon was hurt. He must’ve had bad opinions about Erik after he heard about the initiation thing but he didn’t say anything negative about him because he knows how important he is to Willhelm.

And I think NONE of these are the reasons why he broke up with Willhelm (atleast not the main ones). Simon saw how much the title of crown Prince damaged Willhelm. How broken it made the relationship between him and his mother and how broken he became. Willhelm changed for the crown and lost himself in the process. Simon finally stands on his principles and decides that he no longer wants to support the system that hurt both him and the boy he loves so much. Their relationship can’t survive with that toxic title being held above their own personal feelings

Can you really blame him for not wanting to fully understand the system that is so flawed and damaging to everyone around him?

[lyle-and-erik-menendez]

I don't want to judge Rand too much - he is a long time supporter and I think he has good intentions all in all - but I don't understand the fascination with the show. (I don't really know who these Paul brothers are, but they seem like complete idiots btw.)

"Monsters" has done nothing but spread misinformation, painted Erik and Lyle in a bad light, downplayed their abuse, and so on. They themselves have spoken out against it through their wives. So I'd think that supporters maybe watch it out of curiosity at most, but certainly don't "fangirl" over it. As far as I know, the brothers weren't even contacted by the creators before production, which I think was a highly disrespectful move. I mean, you plan to make a show about a serious, sensitive topic like this and you don't even care to reach out to the subjects? This alone indicates that they only cared about money and the exploitation of their trauma.

The show may brought some new publicity to the case, but there are plenty of people who don't do any research and take the false allegations as the truth, and that ultimately only makes things worse. Though I think the new interest has more to do with the new evidence and the possible resentencing. If some media needs to be advertised, it should be their most recent documentary. ID has done documentaries about them as well, and there's the trial on Youtube of course if someone is interested in the actual truth. No one really needs to watch that trash.

I try not to judge Rand, but then he reposts dumb stuff and I can't help myself. I would think that someone who knows LA, who knows the Hollywood system would be a little more wise to how these things work. I mean there have been so many documentaries about the brothers, so many books, so much misinformation our there even through media before that. I don't understand why Rand decided to even give this show the time of day.

Like him telling people that we should all support Kim K was something that I cannot consent to. That entire family is shady, they've bullied people, silenced people. They're probably involved with Diddy, allegedly. So no Robert, I don't want Kim on our side because she visited the brothers once.

I feel the same way about the actors, I don't need actors like Cooper Koch or Ari Graynor using the brothers in a bid for Emmy and Golden Globe buzz. I remember saying this on Reddit, and got downvoted badly. But whatever, I was right. Where were they at the rally? Nowhere to be seen since the brothers aren't useful to them.

Everyone knew what the show would be, no one was naive. There lawyers were given the show early. I had a clip before, I seem to have lost it. If I find it, I'll post it again.

Moral of the story: Rand should know better.

[thevulturesquadron]

Hello! If you don't mind answering, what are your thoughts on Rogue only mentioning Gambit during E.7 ? It felt weird after all these episodes and exploration of their relationship.

Ahoy there! 🛸

Well... I try not to put too much thought into it. Overall Bright Eyes felt like a moment of transition towards the finale (with an absolute kick-ass Rogue). I am happy they had an episode that showcased a part of what Rogue was going through after Genosha, because, as Amelia Vogh said - 'a survivor is the last thing I’d wanna be.’ So Rogue has a lot to process: the guilt and grief over losing Gambit, the uncertainty and anxiety around Magneto and well, the death of so many people around her. Remember what Magneto said? “We shall not live our days wondering if we could’ve saved more.” Rogue is doing just that - and it's hell.

About Rogue focusing just on Gambit - it makes sense. She held his body in her arms. That moment is with her probably every time she closes her eyes. The way I see it, there are two reasons why the focus has been only on expressing her feelings for Remy.

1. It might be just the way it is. Rogue and Gambit will always be 'the couple'. More so for TAS. They are one of the most well-known and popular Marvel couples so, after the drama was done, the writers needed to pull that ship back on course. It was always going to be like that and I'll be here for the ride. Not everything in media has to be written to match my preferences. Plus, the show has kept both of them in character and written them exceptionally well so far. Especially with Gambit, I am grateful for the care they put into portraying him, because in comics it's such a mess, depending on who's writing him. So I am expecting the focus to be on Rogue and Gambit from now on.

2. The other reasoning (from a media literacy perspective), and the one I prefer -  is that she's processing. It might turn out to be true or it might not - the show will tell us. But at this moment it does look like that. Grief, guilt, shock. First of all, in Magneto's case, there was no body. The rule is until the search is called off, if there is no body, there is no death confirmation. So Rogue is struggling to accept it. What she knows is that Remy is dead - that is a reality she cannot avoid and it consumes her. On the other hand she was refusing to face the possibility that Erik was also gone. Then Kurt made it real. In the privacy of that moment between them he said what she wasn't allowing herself to think or accept: that she lost more than one person she cared about. Secondly, also why it makes that moment with Kurt so much more heavy, is that no one else in the team knows of the emotional connection she has with Erik. Everyone who knew the depths (Gambit and, in parts, Madelyne) are dead. I don't think Rogue can voice her grief in front of the rest without an explanation. She can however channel it through Gambit’s loss. What is worse is that her feelings for Gambit are now intertwined with a lot of guilt, and she probably feels like she has failed him in particular. And it breaks my heart. I don’t think that’s fair towards her and I am not particularly a fan of that, but X-men has often times put drama ahead of character development. 

So is it the first one? Is it the second one? Who knows, maybe it’s a bit of column A, a bit of column B. But there is one thing that I would have liked the episode to show more of: I wanted to see Rogue processing what it meant for her to survive Genosha, to survive the genocide. I care more about that, about her humanity, her struggles and convictions, unrelated to the romantic aspects. Romance is not the ultimate form of love, and it doesn’t have to be the most intense display of love either.

[arale2126]

Cherik fics - That ONE line - 102

「I feel like I should keep an index of the one line in each Cherik fics that impresses me to no end, making want to bookmark it immediately.」

Frühjahrsputz by acetamide

Summary: The first thing that Erik notices is the way that the light catches the dust as it hangs in the air, thick and swirling and restrictive, coating all of the surfaces that he can see.

The second thing that he notices is the smell.

The quote:

Between them, they’ve lost everyone that they cared about, including each other.

+1

“Putting up with you is a constant mental strain but you don’t see me whinging about it.”

+2

My dear Erik. When you’re with me, I don’t dream. I can filter out the voices. I can sleep. Why would I want you anywhere other than by my side?

+3

And I will always be your home, Charles replies, and that’s all that they need.

[stingslikeabee]

@il-mostrc sent: plots please -- let's hear it :]

[ from send me “plots please” . accepting ]

I am so glad that you have sent me this prompt because I am seemingly being haunted by Hannibal references everywhere, so working on these ideas made the braincell happy. I broke this into one canon and two AUs because why not.

canon. Hannibal is a respected psychiatrist that still consults for the FBI; Melissa is under Chilton's care. She has been featured in the tabloids in the usual scandalous fashion for criminal cases, labeled as a threat to herself and society and committed to the institution while waiting for trial... But something doesn't add up. Chilton is way too reserved about her case, and the sensationalism about a violent rampage that almost took her husband as a victim looks suspicious. It doesn't take long for Hannibal to figure out she's been framed (having framed others for his crimes himself), and that Chilton is being paid a very generous sum of money to keep her there, supporting allegations of 'insanity' while Melissa's husband takes her fortune and properties for himself. Melissa is out for revenge - on her husband, on Chilton, on everyone who accepted to be a part of that farse, and maybe there is a god with a cruel sense of humor somewhere that saw fit to make Hannibal cross her path.

AU. 'Jack the Ripper' is terrorizing London, and Melissa feels she has to do something to protect her girls - a confession the brothel owner shares with Doctor Lecter, unaware that one of her best clients is the killer himself. Melissa was familiar with a couple of the girls who were murdered, and as panic increased in the streets and customers turned increasingly afraid to visit pleasure houses, Hannibal remained loyal and understanding of her plight. Eventually, she discloses that the police had asked for her help, and that she was collaborating with the Scotland Yard - a fact that makes Hannibal stick around rather than plot to actively get rid of the madame, given the importance of the information she could bring to him. It feels like the most optimal arrangement, with a source from the police so readily available and trusting him... Until Hannibal realizes it may not be so simple. Maybe Melissa was smarter than he gave her credit for, attempting to lure him into a trap with false leads and seeking to hunt the hunter.

AU. Hannibal, the heir to the throne of a distant land, was once forced to flee during war, having lost all of his family (including his darling sister) in the aftermath. Exiled, he turned into a sharp, cunning young man, who returned to reclaim his birthright from the usurpers with remarkable violence and bloodshed. Unfortunately, Melissa is among those who are to be subjugated by his revenge. In what many call a cruel display of power, Hannibal has started a trend of sending for a young woman, to be selected from the ranks of those who once oppressed him, and then give her a chance of entertaining him for a night - or perish at his hands under torture, a far better deal than his sister was offered in the past. The horrifying tradition happens every month, keeping people afraid and labeling him a 'monster', even if some of them forgot they once supported the armies that also deprived Hannibal of his family and ancestral home. Tired of the bloodshed, Melissa, the eldest daughter of one of the men who served the prior government, volunteers - and miraculously survives the first night. It falls to her the job of repeating the feat, over and over, until the monster is either tamed (or she turns into one herself).

I also wanted to note that Phantom of the Opera was a strong contender for an AU here, but I opted to elaborate on these other two because it felt like cheating to propose that to a writer that has also mused Erik before, haha. Rewatching the 2004 movie did not make this easy though, particularly when I remembered the first 'fake' opera they rehearse is titled 'Hannibal'. I'm sure you can see the Erik/Christine and the Hannibal/Melissa parallels and I have something in my queue that will be extra perfect now.