#i am not a no canon person i promi

[nthflower]

People are losing their minds over brood discourse in Reddit meanwhile I didn't read issue and not thinking to read it and I am happy. Allah bless 😌🙏

[aachria]

once again writing as im reading yk how it is

You apologizing in the notes for a longer chapter will never fail toget me hyped and sorta nervous 🧍‍♀️

SABO AND LUFFY REUNION I LOVE THEM

"So did you (get taller) , thank you for staying alive long enough for me to know that" aachria the writer that you are 😭 you always manage to make me emotional

Snakebite/fangs sabo my beloved ALSO SEPTUM PIERCING SABO??? HIM HAVING A SHIT TOM OF PIERCINGS??? AACHRIAAAAA. WRITE MORE SABO CHAPTERS AND MY LIFE IS YOURS.

"…Who the fuck picks a prosethetic that looks like Sans from Undertale???? " Sabo the man you are

AACHRIA. PLEASE. IM AT THE "ACE TO BE EXECUTED" PART. WTF. WHAT WHAT WHAT 😭 UHM. I knew my ass was being too hopeful about both of them being there 😕 i shouldn't have trusted you.

If Ace dies. I'll cry. /th. You'll cry too so please don't kill him 🙏‼️

NOOOO ED DONT BLAME YOURSELF ITS NOT UR FAULT YOU WERE LIKE ⅘S DEAD ATP FR

THE VIVRE CARD OMG AACHRIA PL3ASE HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO US HOW COULD YOU 😭😭

"I can’t save him. I can’t save him, I can’t save him I CAN’T SAVE HIM I CAN’T SAVE HIM— " ricky when i catch you Ricky. I dont wanna call this foreshadowing cause that might give you ideas and i predicted quite a bit of stiff right. So i predict Portgas D. Ace will Live.

MONKEY D. LUFFY THE MAN YOU ARE 😭

I want you to know i cried at the Luffy comforting and forgiving Ed part 😕

" “How can you say that?” I croak, trying to find any hint of dissension in his expression. “How can you not believe it?” he counters." 😕😕😕😕😭😭😭😭 you're a bully

ED COWBOY HAT ED COWBOY HAT ED COWBOY HAT OMG IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS BUT IT WOULDVE BEEN BETTER HAD ACE BEEN THE ONE TO GIVE IT TO THEM IN PERSON ANOTHER REMINDER THAT YOU'RE A BULLY. A MEAN MEAN BULLY 😭

ACES NOTE OMG I LOVE HIM SM HE BETTER NOT DIE 😭

" Bit of a shit way to meet and in law but hi" and then no elaboration is so funny 😭

PLANNING FUCK YEAH I ALWAYS LOVE THISE SEQUENCES IN FICS

Did. Did failure make ed forget about the kuma sending everyone away thing? Or are they gonna try to put it off til after marineford??? Or is it just not gonna happen at all???

Ed repeatedly saying "i love competent people" with kore and more intensity 3ach time is so real what a mood

Jonah mentioned 🤭 love to see sabo and ace bonding

ED AND LUFFY PRISON BREAK ED AND LUFFY PRISON BREAK ED AND LUFFY PRISON BREAK ED AND LUFFY PRISON BREAK

"Unquestionably" 🤭🤭🤭

im still worried abt wtf is gonna happen a propos the strawhats separation

Amazing chapter as always excited to see the next chapter that you might post on Wednesday THANK YOU SO MUCH ‼️

GUYS I PROMIE I'M NOT APOLOGIZING I'M MAKING A STATEMENT BECAUSE I'M A BIG CONSISTENCY GIRLIE AND I FIGURE YOU'D LIKE TO KNOW GOING IN THAT IT'LL BE LONGER THAN YOU'D TYPICALLY THINK. LIKE IF YOU THINK YOU CAN READ A CHAPTER BEFORE GOING SOMEWHERE AND DON'T GET TO FINISH BECAUSE IT'S LONGER THAN YOU EXPECED. I DON'T KNOW.

but yeah getting you hyped and nervous is pretty much the intended effect.

I was trying real hard to keep faithful to the feelings from the canon Sabo and Luffy reunion while also not having Ace being DEAD as the driving force of the thanks (the ASL brothers thanking each other is something that can be so personal—) and I'm, if nothing else, content with where it ended up. Fuckin' love those two.

Nothing shows how much you love a character like giving them fucktons of piercings and just generally disregarding their canon design. He is my special little guy and I will make him strange and weird like he deserves and if that included stealing his fucking eye and making it more awesome and also poking a myriad of holes in his face, who's to stop me?

I am terribly trustworthy excuse you. I never said I wasn't going to do terrible things. I asked if you thought I'd do terrible things and I hoped I wouldn't do terrible things, but I never made any promises. Hheh.

I also make no promises not to kill Ace. For the record. But I will cry absolutely.

If there's one thing about Ed, it's that if they're given a chance they will martyr the SHIT out of ANYTHING. Like pookie please your saviour complex is showing.

I was so ready for someone to call out the recurring smoked fish joke like 'hmmmm smoked fish you say kinda of like SMOKE from something BURNING IS IT?!" and then that didn't happen and I felt vindicated. And please when have I ever used foreshadowing before. Doesn't sound like me at all.

Luffy is my hero you GO bestie COMFORT that idiot YEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH—

Look that cowboy hat is fantastic and my catalyst for cowboy Ed, who can only get more cowboy cunty from here. Nothing say pirate quite like a cowboy.

Oh yeah baby Ed is very aware of Kuma. There's a bunch of you shits who were real concerned about them forgetting and to that I say the first little sequence of next chapter was supposed to be on the end of last chapter, but it was already too damn long so I had to split 'er up. It'll make more sense when you read it.

I LOVE COMPOTENT PEOPLE ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ ED AND LUFFY PRISON BREAK ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

Yeah.... the separation.........

Anyway yeah I didn't end up doing to Wed update because I had a bad week but there WILL be one this week ‼️‼️

[amynmacaron]

welcome to amy's pokemon coordinator diaries...♡

im amaria (they/them) im 18 y/o and im a pokemon trainer on the road to becoming a coordinator/performer!!this is my space to post abt my pokemon and pokemon-related experiences, mainly coordinator stuff<3i love fairy type pokemon, and my partner is an adorable sylveon named macaron ^_^ i follow from my aes blog @coralward!!

please click the readmore for more info<3

♡ why do u have so many weird pokemon from different regions?

ive been around pokemon basically my entire life, and caught my first pokemon at 11 ^_^ ive been training for 7 years now!!my full team is macaron (sylveon), praline (shiny lopunny), honey (shaymin), cannoli (cinccino), meringue (wigglytuff), and sprinkles (vivillon).

faq:

tldr: traveling and sheer luck. please dont bother interacting if ur going to question my methods of obtaining my pokemon, if i even have them at all, or if im treating them well. ive heard enough of it already.

♡ why are u becoming a coordinator?

ive always wanted to be a coordinator tbh but i never thought id actually be any good at contests until i actually got a chance to try a practice showcase and immediately knew this was for me<3ive been training for performances with my pokemon and saving up my money to buy our costumes ever since and im almost ready to enter my first beginner showcase hehe

♡ whats ur favorite pokemon?

sylveon ofc<3<3i was 9 when it was discovered and its been my absolute favorite ever since ive laid eyes on it!!

♡ why do u have a faq section before u have even posted anything yet?

so people wouldnt ask anything like the 1st question

ooc stuff:

ooc faq:

hiiiiii im Still amaria just a little realer<3welcome to my pokeblog i'll have a carrd at some point instead of this weird page i promy</3

note this blog operates with the idea that pokemon are pretty intelligent and not just Animals With Magic so my pokemon will have very distinct personalities, interests, skills, emotions, etc. its not anthropomorphizing or whatever its just Literally what pokemon are like in my brain lol

♡ why DO u have so many pokemon that no normal trainer would realistically have tho???

BECAUSE I LOVE THEM

♡ is ur name a reborn reference

yes i am an amaria kinner what abt it<3no this is not the blog of amaria From reborn tho its just me the bootleg one sorry.also i hc that pkmn fangames are just actual games in the pkmn world so im canonically a kinner here too btw

[buntress]

HEHEHEHHEE YES OKAY OKAY SO

danny canonically (well, canon enough, it was a remark from the developers) has npd right. and I have hpd and bpd and they share a lot of symptoms, being cluster b personality disorders and all. so I can proudly say

that man has awful identity issues. he spent so long pretending to be other people for praise, attention and safety that he has no idea who "Danny Johnson" is at all. sometimes he isn't even sure he's actually human. he likely dissociates a lot. he only really thought about it a while after he got taken by the entity, seeing there isnt anything to do outside of trials hes likely been in his own mind most of the time.

he may act buddy-buddy with them as a sort of second nature but he's really insecure with himself and so manifests it as hatred for other killers. (it may also be the 'canon' reason ghostface players tend to be very chill with survivors, despite him being a misanthrope. he feels safer with them because he has the cloak of superiority and being a threat with them which he doesnt have with the killers ykyk) after all he's just an average guy with a knife and knowledge on stalking, hes not overly strong without the entity's help, or tall, or supernatural in any way. to him his "backstory" isnt even bad as any of the other killers, to him at least. (it definitely was, man was literally groomed to be a murderer by his dad. but your trauma never looks as bad as the other people's you know)

also hes FTM and was 3 years on T up until he got taken by the entity (his body time kinda paused after that so he didnt revert to being feminine dw). he still has a set of tits and a coochie because in his words "surgery recovery is a waste of time, it will get suspicious if ghostface goes silent for 6 whole months" :3 he's happy with his body though... mostly. anyway thats the reason he's always hunching during trials. cant wear a binder during a chase thatd be inconvenient (please imagine a ghostface coughing and wheezing and begging the survivors to wait for him now. thank you)

he's still silly, a little clumsy but its one of the things he's less insecure about tbh. an all serious ghostface is not fun and not what wes craven would want.

anyway I need him to get a therapist so bad. bbygirl dw you wont lose your spark the spark in question is you dissociating for hours at a time on your apartment bed having a barbie movie moment like "what was I made for..." therapy will help you babygirl I promi-

THESE ARE ALL SUCH FUCKING GOOD HEADCANONS OKOKOK SO

to share my own while i am at it Teehee (i love him so much)

I def agree on the dissociation and fucked up sense of identity, mans is a messed up lil fuck and def needs to go see an entity ordered therapist. I personally def put Danny on the aro spectrum (i dont think ace personally, aroallo moment imo) though i think more on the demi or greyaro side, and if any of the survivors are ever like, flirty he just stares at them and slowly shakes his head because oh no babygirl one thats a bad idea to try and do and two you are not the person my brain has made an exception for thats for fucking sure

(I'm demiromantic myself so I describe it like that bc im basically aromantic until my brain makes an Exception(tm))

Alsoalsoalso very down for him not being friends with the other killers bc hatred and lowkey jealousy but I think he looks at the legion kids and is like "Cool, I'm your uncle now." because they're the only ones like him at all, just normal dudes even smaller than he is because theyre basically just fucked up teenagers so he feels a slight kinship and he definitely doesn't play favorites at all (this is a lie Suzy is his perfect little baby and he goes full cool uncle mode with her 100% all the time)

Also Also because self shipping noises when/if a survivor or killer (im using survivor mostly bc that's where I see myself self insert wise) does catch his interest in a romantic he genuinely just fucking panics and doesn't know what the fuck to do about it. He fumbles with them a lot and suddenly most of his smooth and cool dude exterior? Gone. Vanished. Fumbling even more than usual and it makes him SO MAD so he just.......threatens them a lot and hooks them a lot because fuck you stop making me feel things i hate you but also please just like hold my hand or something what the fuck

When finally the survivor is like DUDE WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR DAMAGE and blows up on his ass he's like IDK MAN YOU GIVE ME BIG FEELINGS AND I DON'T LIKE IT COULD YOU STOP MAYBE????

anyways when that shits sorted I imagine it being a mutual (healthy) obsession thing where Danny treats his partner like they're the entity incarnate and partner does similar for him and everyone is disgusted by it but at least everytime partner is around in trials he's nice to them so like they can't complain.

If it was a killer though they would become absolute terrors and no one would be safe ever. Skip through the moldy corn fields holding hands kinda shit. Absolute fucking idiots.

(Also at one point he tries to give partner a bouquet of flowers except it was like 4 dandelions and a leaf and he ate one of the dandelions)

Anyways I love Danny Johnson I am kissing him on the mouth

[heartbreaktrio]

Okay this is a copy and paste from somewhere else so forgive me if it’s like, not the most coherent. I wrote it yesterday after the stream to get my thoughts out and I might write a more coherent/in depth version of the future but this thought has been in my mind for ages way before the lore stream. Just the lore stream felt like it completely canonized my thoughts on it in my humble onion.

I’ll also write my general thoughts on the finale later at some point I promie. (Edited: changed the formatting a bit :])

CW Wilbur Finale Spoilers

It’s All Projection

Everything Wilbur did was projection onto other people things he thought/feared about himself. Villainize the other to distant it from himself

“Don’t trust those american dogs”

Don’t trust me, I’m a liar

“I defeated Eret”

Please don’t notice my other failures as a leader and a person

“I put you in the role of President out of spite”

because I didn’t want to be President of something I would destroy

“I don’t want you to pity me”

I am pitiable

Every rivalry, every conflict, every moment he spent spiting at others it was always at himself

His apologies, his fighting for Tommy, Defending him, him admitting he was scared and sad, him admitting he’s a bloody fucking American

It was him being honest with himself for the first time and not deflecting

He’s the Traitorous, American Dog who was sad and scared and lonely and never truly meant to be a leader

And That’s how it ended, he couldn’t stay because he wasn’t the man to protect people. He never was

He wasn’t a leader or protector or anything of the sort.

He was just a Gas Station employee inspired by his adopted younger brother to build something new and beautiful.

[bibiana112]

october + november for the fic ask game :3

october: name the darkest or angstiest fic you have written and/or posted?

Oh that's,, that's actually quite the question uh hm well let's remind everyone here that I am in fact a horror fan so there's a looot of personal writing that is just pain and blood everywhere but always in a canon typical kind of way I promy <3 No actually I seriously want to highlight how none of it is gratuitous cause that kind of thing annoys me so much in fic writing I spend time with build up and don't overdramatize it to the best of my ability many times because I saw it being done that way before and it left a bitter taste in my mouth Let's also recall that one excerpt I had about the Axe ending that one time cause I think the award goes to that one and it sure did not stop or even begin at the point I've shown, although anything that came out of my brain when having Safe ending thoughts is probably up there as well but I don't remember them very well, I like, put them up on a metaphorical tallest shelf everytime lol but Okay out of things I've for realsies posted I can't pick between the two zero escape ones I have up, they're pretty close and I think it depends who you ask, I for one think Compromises mostly because for me everything that comes with vlr inherently has a more hopeless feeling to it but of course I would I have so many opinions on post 999 canon lmao

november: do you have any rituals or requirements for getting in the mood for writing?

I don't thiiink I do? Nothing I do on purpose at least I dunno sometimes my brain just gets going with an idea and I'm like okay jot that down so my thoughts can stop racing again and if I have the time to properly and calmly sit down then after rubber ducking to myself in text for a little bit prose eventually comes out! Oh I do have an easier time writing on my phone too, outside of editing I rarely write on a computer

[piduai]

Idk if you agree but I’ve noticed how so many people’s enjoyment of Tsurumi hinges on how hypothetically gay he is (I only observe twt fandom). Like even after 267 basically confirmed that both the stuff with his wife AND the bigger picture/everything he’s presented beforehand both matter to him people are ignoring that and complaining that his whole motive is just ‘het manpain’. I feel like if his wife was male they’d feel differently (I hc him as bi but it doesn’t matter to me that much).

yeah that’s western fujos for you who forget that what they’re consuming isn’t written by someone collecting woke points and who legit throw tantrums each time they’re reminded that their headcanons will never get canon validation. i wasn’t around to see it in person but someone told me that back in like... 2018 or whenever the hasegawa chapters were publishing they threw a massive fit when their fujo fantasies got chucked into the trash. i witnessed them calling his poor wife a demon and theorize that he actually didn’t love her at all and got married because of😂😂😂homophobia internalized or blatant and because he couldn't officially marry a man😂😂😂😂. or that the kid was actually not his and he married fina so she could hide her whoring but he didn’t actually like her at all pinky promis 😂😂😂 or that he cared about usami much more than his dead wife. god i’m cracking up. and yes of course if somehow he was living with some ivan and the kid was a gentle orphan they’d be waxing poetic about how his motivation being so personal has a high moral ground or whatever. he’s not the only one either lol *every* single time noda talks about ts*kishima but i mean every time he brings up poor fridged chiyo one way or another and how important she was to him but fujos be like ✅Read at 4:20 am anyway he's a small gay bean and he's definitely going to wife up koito!!! (❀˘꒳˘)♡(˘꒳˘❀) fujo of the head brain disease.

not that there is anything wrong with the way they enjoy things!! these people are just not my cup of tea and i prefer to avoid them rather than get involved in arguments. fandom culture just got kind of insane in the last few years because back in my day we enjoyed our sexuality headcanons and ships while being fully aware that in the actual product everyone is straight by default and respecting the author’s choices aka not screaming q-word baiting when it turned out that Indeed. Heterosexual. saved us a lot of disappointment too! now though they expect authors to comply with their insanity for some reason? and in western media they can go on twitter and bully authors when they mess up but what are they gonna do about manga huh. nothing. to each their own though, not that they’re hurting anyone with this. while i do reserve my right to disagree with them, i generally don’t care how other people enjoy characters, it has 0 impact on my enjoyment whatsoever. i don’t go on gk twitter though so i imagine that if you’re a truther seeing this day in and day out must be annoying.

as a footnote i read tsurumi as a heterosexual king and always have, even before the hasegawa reveal. never struck me as anything else. he is absolutely aware of how attractive and charismatic he is, and he’s absolutely weaponizing his charm and seducing men that’s for sure, but he has never expressed personal interest in any of his victims. he worked on them as long as they could be useful to him, exploited their talents, monopolized their loyalty, and discarded them when they’re no longer malleable. in all of his relationships he’s the one who is in control, the one who leads, the one who uses, the one who touches, the one who changes. he’s never shown vulnerability towards his subjects. which is why i think that he’s aware who is attracted to him and is not above teasing and flirting and baiting when it could get what he needs but would never let any of them get actually close to him. reverse lesbian femme fatale? part of his manipulations and why his brand of cruelty is so great.

[queerhargreeves]

Hey this is dark af but if you’re taking requests still: can you write one of the siblings finding out Luther has an eating disorder that’s actually pretty severe? In canon he only really drinks those juice pouches and then binge eats hotdogs when he’s having a breakdown but maybe he also purges? And then it gets really bad after the apocalypse as he feels guilty for being so dismissive towards his siblings for so long? If you’re not comfy I understand ~

ive actually been toying with an idea very similar to this for a week or so now, so this gave me the push to finally write it out. i hope this is ok!!

BIG TW: graphic descriptions of body dysmorphia, restricting, and disordered eating ideations. explicitly written binge/purging. if this is something you’re not comfortable with pls do not read !

Perfection. That’s what Luther Hargreeves defines himself as. Well, used to define himself as that is. He was Sir Reginald Hargreeves perfectly crafted soldier: 6’5 in frame, blonde hair, blue eyes, washboard abs, strong arms, thick thighs, massive shoulders, unmatched super human strength. He was the spitting image of the dream boy next store.

Or Luther used to be said dream boy. Reginald defiled him, stripped him of the agency he once had over his own body. He was no longer gorgeous, no, far from it. He was a monster. He turned into this hideous, heinous creature. His body, something he took so much pride in, something that quite literally defined him, was no longer what he knew. It was something he despised. After all, Reginald sent him away because he couldn’t stand to look at what he turned Luther into. So how could anyone stand to look at him? Look at this eyesore? Especially after he hurt them all so terribly. He was too blinded by his intense dedication to a man who could never be pleased. His siblings all learned that light years ago but it took quite literally the end of the world for him to realize.

So he just stopped. He stopped coming downstairs for breakfast with the rest of them. He could smell the bacon and french toast from his room, hear the light chatter and the sound of laughing fits, but he refused to budge. They would never want his company. He was doing them a favor - he was saving them from the inevitable pain he would cause to his siblings. Really they should be thanking him.

He was as content as could be with his cooler packed full of juice pouches thank you very much. This body, it demanded food. A lot of it. But he didn’t deserve food, didn’t deserve to be healthy. This body needed to suffer. His mirrors were no longer intact but in pieces scattering the floor. He didn’t bother wearing shoes; If he bled, he bled. He liked to bleed.

Sometimes though, like tonight, Luther would find himself in front of the fridge at the wee hours of the morning. 3:20 AM to be exact. His siblings aren’t opposed to being up at this hour themselves, but they don’t bother each other unless there’s a reason to be concerned. And this does not concern them.

He hadn’t left his room in a couple of days other than to restock his cooler earlier that day. He ran into Vanya, who started to shrink in on herself upon seeing him. Of course she would - he hurt her. He hurt his baby sister who needed him so desperately. He betrayed her just like he’s betrayed all of them.

He couldn’t handle it. He can’t live with himself. He can’t, he can’t he can’t.

So here he is, wearing four layers during the dead of summer, grabbing every single hot dog package he can possibly fit in his grotesque arms. He walks over to the pantry, grabbing the five packs of buns and rushing back to his room. His hands shook, the sound of the bun package crinkling in his arms. He can’t stop the way his arms tremble, he couldn’t quiet himself down. But Luther needed to do this in his own little personal solitary confinement he called a bedroom.

He quickened his pace as he made his way up the stairs and down the hall, beelining right to his cave. He closed the door behind him as softly as he could manage with his arms full. He drops the pile of food on the floor before turning on the lamp on his desk. His room is softly lit, the lamp being the only light source. He hadn’t really bothered to keep any lights on in his room anymore. The darkness was comforting - it helped him feel like he didn’t really exist.

He finally takes a seat on the ground, criss cross applesauce and inspects the pile in front of him. He knows what he’s doing - the empty ache in his stomach is growing more intense as each second passes. He wastes no time ripping the hot dogs packages open, placing each of the eight hot dogs in their respective buns until all five packages are in a crumpled mess beside him. The smell of hot dog juice on his fingers wafts through the room and his stomach tightens at the aroma. It’s been a while since he’s had anything solid.

He has 40 total hot dogs in front of him. He eyes each one, fully aware of what he is doing. Luther is about to eat each and every one of these hot dogs. Why? Because he needed this. He needed this fix. He needed to taste. He needed to suffer. He needed to repent.

He finally brings the first cold hot dog to his lips and carefully takes a bite. The flavor explodes in his mouth within a millisecond and his brain just shuts off. Well, at least the part of his brain that tells him he’s worthless does. All he can think about is the food in front of him. He hasn’t had anything other than the taste of fruit and water in almost two weeks. He finishes the hot dog in two bites, the next hot dog in one. He’s chewing loudly at this point. He’s established a comfortable rhythm now: pick up hot dog, take one to two enormous bites, swallow. And repeat. Repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat.

This mindless, repetitive motion goes on for the next ten minutes. He doesn’t think about a thing. He doesn’t have a single anxiety, a single doubt in his mind. He can only process the taste and the feeling of food going into his body. But just as quick as it started, he’s on his last hot dog. He savors this one, taking it in three bites instead of one or two.

Luther takes a few moments before regaining his thoughts. He leans back against his bed, his ungloved hand resting lightly on his stomach. His stomach felt tight and hard and he found it was getting harder to fully take breaths in. He isn’t a stranger to this though, absolutely not. But it didn’t mean that this feeling was exactly comfortable or welcoming. But it didn’t matter anywho because he was going to get rid of it anyway. His body is already repulsive, so what’s a few extra pounds going to do? It’s not like he can get worse.

But it didn’t matter. Phase two is about to commence: Luther needed to expel the food from his body. He doesn’t deserve the nutrients or calories albeit his binge was few in nutrients and large in calorie. He gives himself five minutes before enforcing the next part of the process. He’s played this song and dance before.

He got up from the pile of wrappers and stumbled to the closest bathroom that was just a room over. He was thankful he turned out the lights. His feet padded against the wood floor as he walked the few short steps. Once in the bathroom, he locked the door behind him and fell to his knees within seconds. He pushed the toilet lid open and got in position, his large elbows leaning on the bowl.

He took a deep breath and shoved two fingers in his mouth, moving them up and down in haphazard, frantic motions. He felt the back of his throat, his fingers grazing at his epiglottis. It took a few more jabs before the the familiar feeling of nausea hit him like a wave. He promptly removed his fingers before he could vomit on them. This was a deep one. He hurled loudly, a seemingly never ending stream of contents escaped from his mouth. He tried his best to keep his volume down. Tears were flowing freely down his face and the front his skull was throbbing with intense pressure. It didn’t matter though - he certainly had more food left in his body that he needed to get rid of.

He shoved his fingers back in, gagging a few times but his body not cooperating with how he wanted it to. It never did. It took a few more valiant attempts before he was victorious and another round of food landed in the toilet. He couldn’t hear the hushed whisper shouting from outside the door over the sound of the contents of his stomach splashing against the water and his intense gagging filling the air.

In a sudden flash of blue light, Five appeared into the bathroom and he opened the door from the inside. The remaining five siblings were outside the door, all with varying degrees of concern on their face.

“Oh Luther…” Vanya gasped, her hands covering her mouth as a tear trailed down her face.

Luther’s head whipped up from the toilet bowl, his eyes meeting the six pairs staring back at him. His stomach dropped, this time not from his own doing.

They couldn’t see him like this. No, no, no. They couldn’t see him weak. They couldn’t see him vulnerable. Some number one he is. He’s a failure of a leader, incompetent. Some Number One he is.

He flushed the toilet before doing anything else, unsure of even what to do. He’s never felt so small before, a feeling he once thought would be welcoming.

“Luther? You..? Jesus christ, man I’m..” Klaus spoke up softly, being the first one to enter the bathroom. He fell to the floor next to his brother and wordlessly brought him into a hug, one arm around his wide shoulders and the other cradling his head into his neck.

Luther tensed at the contact, his arms hung loosely at his side. He doesn’t deserve their kindness. He doesn’t deserve Klaus’, not after he had his hands around his neck just a few months ago. Not after he flung him across the room, abusing his power once again. Not after Klaus quite literally died trying to look after his inept self. He wanted to shrug Klaus’ wiry arms off of him. He wanted to disappear.

“Lu, please.” Klaus’ voice shook, “It’s okay. Fuck, I promise it’s okay. You don’t have to do that shit, being strong and all that. You can let go…God knows we’re not going to judge you for it.”

And with that, his shoulders began to tremble and he let himself be held. He let himself break for the first time in god knows how long. Too long. Klaus rubbed circles along the man’s back as he felt his shirt dampen with tears, whispering soft affirmations as his brother sobbed.

The rest of the siblings watched the scene unfold in front of them. None of them had expected this. They just thought Luther was brooding. Processing. Needing time alone as that’s what he was used to and what they had assumed comfortable with. They had hashed out their apologies a few months back, so they thought that they were fine. He was fine. The Hargreeves couldn’t imagine anything like this. After a minute or so Luther’s breathing started to even, his sobs subsiding. All that remained were just tears silently streaming down his face. He felt Klaus kiss the top of his head, his heart fluttering tightly in his chest. “Ben told me…he saw your room and fuck.” Klaus breathed, after a few moments of silence.

“I’m sorry, for not realizing sooner. We just,” Klaus paused, thinking carefully on how to word the next part. “We didn’t think. Us Hargreeves are famous for that, ya know?”

Luther could hear the small smile in Klaus’ voice. He slowly lifted his head from his brothers shoulders and gulped. His throat was raw from both crying and the episode that they all had intercepted.

“Luther, we love you man. I’m sorry I called you a-a monster.” Diego affirmed, his tone without it’s usual defensive edge it tends to hold when talking to Luther. “You’re not, okay? We’re gonna do better this time, we promised that. That means you too.”

“I,” Luther cleared his throat, wincing slightly as he did so. “How can you be so kind? I’ve hurt you all. I’m…not good.” He said simply, refusing to meet any of their eyes.

“Luther, listen to me.” Five started, walking over to Luther and demanding he meet his eyes. “I’ve killed hundreds of people. People that you said were innocent. But do you remember what you told me? You said I was still a good person, that you could see that. I see that in you too. We all do. You don’t have to isolate yourself from us. We care about you. So let us.”

“You need help, Lu. Let us help you.” Allison strained, her voice still not fully recovered but she was adamant on making sure he heard her.

Vanya finally shoved her way into the bathroom and practically fell into Luther’s arms. She was unable to speak clearly, her soft cries becoming louder with each second.

“I’m not scared of you. I-I don’t hate you. I love you so much Luther, god I love you, I love you..” She sobbed. This sound, this scene, was all too familiar to Luther. But he hurt her then, and he’s hurting her now. He wrapped his little sister in his arms, her small frame shaking in his.

“I’m sorry, Van. Everyone. I just…I don’t know how to…” Luther trailed, unsure how to even begin to explain himself.

“You don’t need to know how to. We’ll help you through this. You’re going to be okay.” Ben said, finally corporeal from behind Klaus. Luther met his eyes and nodded, his mouth pursed in a thin line before he devoted his attention back to Vanya in his arms.

For the first time in years, he felt like things might be okay. They won’t be okay for a while, no. But it’s a start. It’s a god damn start.

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Make Amends

Part Ten - Betsy and the King

This series is a sequel to Breaking A Promise.

Summary: Y/N and the boys set out to investigate the bar and find Crowley, but the King is also looking for them.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Charlie, Crowley and....Betsy. 

Warnings: Language, flangst, canon-typical violence

Word Count: 2300~

A/N: We got some Crowley pov going on here! I don’t know if that’s a good or a bad thing....thanks to my wifey @sofreddie for being a wonderfully supportive beta <3

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You’d took the rear seat of the Impala, stretching your legs out across the bench - shoes off of course - Dean demanded it. You rest your head back on the window, cold and slightly steamed up on the inside whilst a flurry of rain gusts outside. You stare at your phone, furiously tapping on the messenger app on-screen whilst the heavy guitars of Motorhead blast through the headphones you’re wearing.

C’moooon, answer me woman.

You click again, sending another “wave” trying to get the recipient’s attention. You must have been in double figures now.

Charlie_Queen_B: Heeey! Calm down over there!

Y/N-AssKicker: Finally! Sup bitch ;)

Charlie_Queen_B: Sup ;) Now what are you blowing my phone up for?

Y/N-AssKicker: I need you to check into something for me

Charlie_Queen_B: Go on

Y/N-AssKicker: Long story short, it’s about The Mark of Cain. Found this link about something called the “Book of the Damned”

Charlie_Queen_B: That sounds pleasant :/

Y/N-AssKicker: I know right? It’s apparently full of ridiculously old magic, but that’s about as far as I got with it. Long story short, something’s come up and I’d feel a lot better if someone awesome was following up on it for meeee? :) :)

Charlie_Queen_B: You don’t need to creep to me, of course I will! Is everything OK though? Don’t be leaving me in the dark here.

You look up briefly from your phone to glance at the brothers in the front seats. You can see them talking, but are unable to hear what about because of Lady GaGa now booming in your eardrums. They were smiling, laughing and joking about something. Just seeing them made you smile too. It almost felt normal, and you felt confident. No need to worry Charlie.

Y/N-AssKicker: Nothing we can’t handle :) I’ll fill you in when it’s all over. Am I good to send you the link?

Charlie_Queen_B: Good to know :) and yeah, hit me!

Y/N-AssKicker: You’re amazing (as ever). Ty.

Charlie_Queen_B: Anytime!

You smile gratefully, copying and pasting the link to her. You felt a bit cheeky, but you promised Dean your one-hundred-percent focus on this. You weren’t lying when you said it’d make you feel better knowing someone was still looking into it, and you trusted Charlie to the ends of the Earth.

Suddenly, you feel your headphones yanked away from your ears.

“Hey!” you squeak in surprise.

“Welcome back to Earth,” Sam teases, “What’s with the headphones?”

“Oh…” you laugh nervously, “I’ve found they...help blot out the angel radio crap.”

A slight awkward silence follows, so Sam chipped in to try and break it quickly, “I was just wondering…”

You spot that he’s holding the spellbook Harper wrote, it’s laid open on his lap on the final pages.

“Hey!” you squeal, jolting up into a sitting position, “Who said you could look at that!”

“I was just curious!” Sam held his hands up in protest, “It's...interesting trying to work out all the different languages that are in it…”

“You are such a nerd, you know that right?” Dean scoffs, shaking his head.

“Look I was just wondering,” Sam ignores his brother, eyes still fixed on you, “What this in the back is?”

Sam holds the book up and there are words scrawled on the back of the book’s cover. Two sets of handwriting, one of them being yours.

“It looks like a half finished spell?” Sam questions, “Something about...creating a livable dimension in someone’s mind?”

“Yeah,” your eyes break a little upon seeing the spell, “It was something me and Jenny worked on.”

“Jenny?” Dean asks curiously, “Harper’s sister?”

“Yup,” you lean forward and take the book from Sam’s grasp, tracing your finger over Jenny’s handwriting, “She used to come down and hang with me some nights in the coven, this was just a silly side project we started.”

“What does the spell actually do?” Sam questions further.

“In layman's terms,” you sigh, “It was to allow the spell caster to transfer their conscience into their own personal fantasy world in their head.”

“That’s…” Dean mutters, “different.”

“So effectively the user would go into a dream-like, almost trance state,” you elaborate, “Completely free to do what they want in that world in their mind.”

“Escape into it…” Sam narrows his eyes, “It was so you could escape into there wasn’t it?”

“Bingo,” you answer with a sigh, “She was trying to help me make things… more bearable I guess… we abandoned it eventually though as we couldn’t find out a way to give it...an off switch so to say.”

“Meaning?” Sam raises an eyebrow.

“Meaning there’s a risk that if someone cast that spell, they would probably never wake up,” you fold your arms and answer bluntly, “I was fine with that at the time but Jenny was stubborn.”

You look again at her perfectly neat penmanship, smiling to yourself briefly. Back then she was the only shining light in your life.

“But anyways,” you snap the book closed and toss it onto the seat next to you. You sense a thick tension has grown in the air, a common occurence whenever times from the coven entered conversation. You felt some childish behaviour would cut right through that, “Are we there yet?”

“About thirty minutes out,” Sam rolls his eyes at you.

“Yesssss!” you hiss in excitement, “There are no words for how much demon ass I could kick right now.”

“That’s if we even find any,” Sam shrugs, “Hopefully someone at the bar saw something that’ll help.”

“Nah,” you sit up and lean forward so your head is directly between the Winchester brothers, “I got a good feeling about this, and we’ll kick ‘em in the ass like always.”

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

“Listen, Love,” Crowley rolls his eyes as he speaks into the phone’s receiver, “Just shut up and let me handle the Winchesters and their precious princess.”

“I’ve been holding my tongue for a long time now,” the woman on the other side sneers impatiently, “And so far your supposed efforts are yielding me miniscule results.”

“Who got you your last batch of feathery grace goodness?” the King of Hell asks threateningly, “Wouldn’t get very far without that now would we?”

“A mere convenience,” the woman scoffs, “We could easily get a hold of as much grace as we need. Just using you so we can focus on our research and conduct further experimentation.”

“S’not getting you far is it?” Crowley chuckles, “Still in the dark aren’t we, Love?”

“You said you would bring us the girl. Without her all we can achieve are more failures.”

“Do you know who you’re talking to?” Crowley stands as he projects his voice, “I’m the bloody King of Hell, bitch!”

He receives no response from the other end but the line doesn’t drop. He breathes in deeply, “And you wouldn’t even be able to do what you’re doing without me, remember that.”

“I will hand her over to you,” he continues with a devious smirk, “And I’ll even do one better. Because I think I have a theory on your little problem.”

“Is that so?” The voice finally replies.

“Oh, found our tongue have we?” Crowley huffs, “Yes, I just need to confirm what I think. So you’ll just have to sit back, relax, and find some fucking patience!”

“Fine.”

“Good, and you’ll do well to remember your side of the deal.”

The line drops and Crowley slips the phone back into his pocket.

“No manners some people,” he mutters.

He sits back down, alone in his self-proclaimed throne room. Things were moving slowly, and he understood the Witches’ impatience. He scowls as he ponders. He did promise them Y/N afterall. Since the conversation on the phone, she and the boys had evidently stayed cooped up in that bunker.

Bastards. They even stepped up the warding to stop me getting in.

He rubs his temple, thinking back to that call and what he said to Y/N. He fears he may have let his mouth run off a bit too much. He can’t resist most of the time though. But he’d told them she was the only one to have survived the effects of this potion. He gave away that they need her and that she’s unique.

Bollocks.

It’s why she’s unique that’s the question. No human can survive that much angel grace in their system, that was clear with the amount of failures they’d had. There was nothing different about her, she’s a regular human being. Crowley smirks as his latest revelation comes back to him.

But Dean Winchester isn’t.

He couldn’t drop the thought once it first hit him. The Mark brought Dean back from death, albeit as a demon. Crowley knew that Y/N should have died in that explosion back at the Red Dragon Inn, just like all the others who go into meltdown like that. But Dean, in his full blown demon attire, was in there with her when it started to go down.

Something happened. Squirrel is the key. I know it.

The King of Hell kicks himself, he knew he shouldn’t have bailed out on the situation so quickly last year.

“Crowley!” the door bursts open and one of Crowley’s lackeys enters, “We’ve spotted the Winchesters, we believe they’re headed for the bar.”

“Excellent,” Crowley smiles gleefully, “Isn’t the internet a marvellous thing? Viral videos and all that nonsense. I knew it would get their attention eventually, they can’t resist.”

“Sir...um…” the messenger demon shuffles on the spot awkwardly, “The guys out there have reported that...there’s something odd about the girl.”

“Well there’s bound to be,” Crowley shrugs without a care, “If my suspicions are correct she’s got angel grace growing inside her because of that potion. She’ll no doubt be feeling the effects of such.”

"A-are we to proceed?”

“Scared?” Crowley chuckles patronisingly, “No need to be, Uncle Crowley’s joining in for this one!”

He laughs to himself, drawing his phone back out and swiftly redials.

“You’ll have Y/N tonight.”

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

The bar was now a boarded up shell of a building. Crowley had made it so, all the more to catch the Winchester’s curiosity. They were never ones to turn down snooping in an abandoned building.

Just as the King of Hell’s patience grew thin, the trio made their usual grand entrance as he watched in the shadows up in the rafters. The whole place was in darkness, empty, echoey, accentuating the rumbles of thunder that came from the now raging storm outside.

“You ever taking those damn headphones off?” Dean barks at you once you felt you were alone.

“It’s like being in a movie!” you shout back too loudly, “My own personal soundtrack!”

“Why would the place shut down?” Sam ponders aloud,“You’d have thought it’d get more business after being in a viral video.”

“Bars go out of business all the time Sammy, lighten up,” Dean yanks the headphones out of your ears and scolds you with a look.

“Party pooper,” you pout, gazing around the abandoned bar “D’ya think we’ll find anything in here?”

“Some leftover beers hopefully,” Dean smirks.

They all grab flashlights and branch out. The Scooby Gang splitting up in search of clues… minus their talking dog. You wander out of sight, Dean makes a beeline for the bar and Sam scopes out the sitting area.

Lets have some fun.

With a mere blink, Crowley vanishes and reappears in the rafters of the next room. A large empty space with a built-in stage at the front for live bands. You stroll in, yawning to yourself and flashing the light around.

Stroke of luck we’ve got her alone. She’s the one to be wary of.

Crowley executes a silent whistle. A summon for one of his favorite pets. Specially trained not to kill, but maul deliciously violently.

C’mon Betsy my darling, do your thing.

For a hulking beast of a Hellhound, Betsy is very light on her feet. She knows not to disturb the environment around her too much to avoid detection. Crowley grins maniacally as he watches his pet slink silently through a set of swing doors behind you, as you absentmindedly twirled on your heels while looking around.

Easy. One down.

Your eyeline moves over where Betsy prowled. This was no problem to the beast with them being invisible...

...to humans… bugger.

“Dean!” you cry in horror, disgusted at the sight of the vile creature before you, “Sam!”

The Winchesters charge to her aid, but not quick enough compared to Betsy’s attack. The Hellhound pounces, narrowly missing you as you promptly roll away. Hastily, you withdraw an angel blade from your belt, holding it up defensively whilst sporting wide, terrified eyes.

“Hellhound!” you shriek as the boys finally enter, the blood instantly draining from their faces.

“It’s coming to your left!” you wail again, prompting them of Betsy’s attack.

They both dive away in your direction. Once reaching you, they form a defensive back-to-back position.

How adorable.

“You can see it?” Dean gasps at you in shock.

“Yeah well I think that plays to our advantage right now don’t you?” you snap at him.

“Do you know where it is now?” Sam asks nervously.

“Pacing around over there,” you point to the rear of the room, “I think it’s deciding when to pounce again.”

She��s scared...bloody thing hasn’t fought anything that can SEE her before.

The Hellhound picks its moment, charging along the edge of the room, choosing a random moment to lunge in and attack again.

You circle with Betsy, keeping yourself the centre of the hound’s radar.

“Oh shit!” you yell when Betsy jumps. You throw your hand up and expose your palm. A blue ball of light blasts from it, colliding face first with the beast. It yelps and hurdles back, crashing devastatingly into the wall behind.

“Hadouken!” you gasp, a broad grin of surprise spreading on your face, “That was awesome!”

“Holy crap…” Dean murmurs. He couldn’t see the hound, but he could see the blatant crater that had suddenly formed in the wall.

“Bloody hell…” Crowley mumbles to himself, slightly taken aback at the scene.

This is NOT what was supposed to happen!

“Get in here you idiots!” Crowley bellows and you are suddenly surrounded by a group of demons, plus a seriously pissed off Betsy.

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[wearethegladiators]

BUCKLE UP KIDS BC THIS SHIT IS WAY TOO LONG BC I HAVE 0 SELF-CONTROL: A LILY EDITION

Lily is trapped AF. She is an important figure of the Muggleborn Resistance/one of the branches of the Muggleborn Resistance… She’s quite a powerful player because she managed to secure allies… pretty much everywhere (hello Wynona, hello les deatheaters). BUT her branch is very cult-like (yes, this is canon, I thought this through and through promis). It started most likely when she helped a bunch of them to escape from a Mudblood Camp (which was mostly accomplished thanks to/with Sacha but I guess he would try to avoid the spotlight??) Then she was captured a bunch of other times, always escaped, was almost killed a bunch of times, always survived (just Lily stuff). (Also the fact that she disappeared on a crusade for months after the virus to find the muggle survivors and buried/burnt so many bodies… Imaginaries, you know). And that kept on going. At first she thought this was bullshit, she’d make fun of Fury and the bunch of other people treating her like a Wanheda. But then Aron died, and THAT changed everything. Because the building of the Muggleborn Resistance, like you said, it was all for people like him. And every fucking thing Lily did, it was all about him first and foremost. Before her people. Before anyone else. And failing at it, losing the purpose she had for years?? She almost gave up. But then they were these people telling her she survived for a reason, she was meant to do something, she was the queen of the dead of whatever bullshit… Well if she ever met an oracle confirming that, she’d accept it. There HAS to be a reason why SHE survived when everyone else around her is… dead, brainwashed, gone. So she played into that. And Lily, while being an atheist, has always strongly believed in fate and destiny. So in the long run, she’d buy it… Would come to believe she is the only one capable of saving her people from going extinct, and would take drastic measures to prevent it from happening. She has to have a reason to keep going, and so do the people around her because they fucking suffered so much. So that’s what she does – sort of brainwash herself. That’s how she survives, but that’s not how she may live.

 Random bullet points and further ranting:

 ·         CLARIFICATION 1: I’ve seen you were confused by some stuff I mentioned like the “Fenugreek drama” which makes sense because I’ve never explicitly spoken about it mdr. But basically, the idea is that Fenugreek got injured during a battle, pretty badly. Healers managed to “bring him back” but he was just done. He did not want to keep on fighting. So he begged everyone in the room to end his suffering and no one was willing to do it because he was a kid. And finally Lily stood up and she did it. (Sung The Parting Glass while doing it because hey, remember Fenugreek was Irish too). That’s the moment when things started to go ugly with Aron.

·         CLARIFICATION 2: Lily thought Aron was dead right after she was saved by the Rebellion so I need to check but… mid-1998? Sullivan had caught her and tricked her/her memory into thinking they had killed her brother (he officially did it because they needed to “stop” Lily (mdr the deatheaters thought Lily was a hell of a threat at that time remember) (and the Rebellion was just like “humpf nice kid, how did she survive tho”) ANYWAY it was his way of “stopping” her without killing her) (what a bitch, is he dead btw) (I think so). So after that she had a few weeks/months of being batshit crazy, always running away, having edgy/suicidal behavior, and ultimately savagely killing a deatheater. That’s when she decided it was too much, and since she felt something was wrong with her memory she went to NZ and found her family safe and sound :’) and brought back to the UK :’)

·         NOT RELATED BUT CANON: Lily’s ancestors were Vikings. Warriors, explorers. And overall nice people. Btw can we have talk about this? http://www.irishsurnames.com/cgi-bin/gallery.pl?name=evans&capname=Evans&letter=e PEACE. SINCERITY. WOLVES. So anyway long shot I’m sorry but………….. What if Lily’s and Nathan’s ancestors already crossed paths on the sea????

·         NEEDS MORE THOUGHT: Lily is a FREAKING GOOD Occlumens. And she uses it way too much. And it’s messing with her mind, her health, and pretty much everything around. Definitely weakens her a lot but she can’t stop. (Also because of what happened when she let down her guard and thought Aron was dead). But the whole Josephine plot….. Makes me wonder if she could not have one such moment again, because she’s frankly exhausted. What if someone takes advantage of it? What if someone attacks her in what is supposed to be her greatest strengths?? HOW BAD WOULD THIS BE???

 ·         NEEDS MORE THOUGHT: SACHA. I always thought of him as a sort of mini-Aron… (and so did Lily, for a while). But you know what Sacha really is? A mini-Lily, struggling not to become everything Lily is at the moment. And Lily, as blinded as she is atm, she can see that. She can feel that. And she’ll be willing to fucking protect that. She won’t be a perfect friend because she’s… she’s fucked up, tbh. Damaged to a point that may not ever be fixed. But she’ll try. She’ll be that one person to tell him to never, ever give up on his brother (even though she may fail at providing him with the support needed to do so). She’ll make sure he does not have to do the fucked-up shit/get his hands dirty. But even more so…. She could use him as her moral compass? Like she has her personal “circle” of counselors if you will (most of them being fanatics :’)) but gradually, she’ll end up turning to Sacha. Because she can see herself in him – everything she used to be, everything she wishes she still was. And speaking to him is like speaking to an older version of herself, a better version of herself. I really want Nathan to be the one helping her out of this mess but… This could certainly help. If Sacha tells her something’s wrong, she’ll listen. She may not seem like she is, but she will.

 Finally, I don’t know if you can tell but I’ve been getting A LOT of Nathalily vibes lately. They’re like BROTP ENDGAME YO. There’s definitely angst in there. Lily’s almost exclusively with the Muggleborn Resistance now (she stuck with the rebellion for a while because Aron literally refused to follow with the Muggleborn Resistance and stayed with the Rebels mdr). As you said, the Rebellion and the Muggleborn Resistance have different endgoals and they must sometimes clash, which means that LILY AND NATHAN CLASH. Also the Aron drama must have damaged their relationship somehow (I’m sorry bitch but because of Bellarke I can just SEE Lily slapping Nathan in the face, and the only way she would resort to this would probably be Aron-related). (Also remember that in the Excidium verse Lily had literally LEFT Nathan’s movement because she disagreed so much with it and what he was becoming) (and remember on the CB of les Ames Mortes when Nathan literally ATTACKED Lily to show her how unprepared she was to face the war) (THERE’S ALWAYS BEEN ANGST GNNNN)

But, my point is, even though their relationship might be complicated, even though they’re in conflict sometimes (what if they literally find themselves on opposite sides mdr) (I mean with what you said I could see some Resistants being AGAINST the Rebellion), they’re just ALWAYS THERE for each other. Like there’s a super sensitive thing to do and Lily just goes like “yeah, ask Nathan” without even thinking because!! she trusts him so much!! no matter what!! And everyone’s like “really????” and she’s looking at them like “wtf idiots”. Idk, like the unconditional trust and the unconditional love and the unbreakable bond is still here no matter what? She would come under a minute if she heard he was in trouble, and she would put her life into his hands without even having to think about it. Am I making sense??? And they need to have an emotional retrouvailles sequence with a running!hug and shit. Nathan also needs to help Lily out of this mess hihi. OR Lily could give up all this bullshit when Nathan goes “””dark”””?? Because it was not just Aron her priority – it was her brother, and Nathan’s just that to her.

(Also I’m a sucker for Lily/Nathan saying they’re each other’s brothers and sisters and everyone being like YOU DON’T HAVE THE SAME BLOOD. YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE THE SAME SKIN COLOR. AND SO WHAT BITCH)

Anyway so I’m emotional, I don’t know if you could tell

(Regarding the last gifset: I mean, Lily’s a badass survivor, she’s incredibly luckily and shit. But Nathan plays a big part in her survival over the last few years, both physically and mentally, that we need to acknowledge :’))