#it’s because Chloe was ALWAYS like that

[heavenorhella2001]

This had never occurred to me way back when when I first watched playthroughs of the game/played it myself, but;

Seeing this post made me remember Max's nightmare, when she was trapped in her own mind/a broken version of reality.

And seeing this now?

Max definitely has PTSD.

Everyone always primarily discusses/ focuses on Chloe's trauma (which is understandable. I'll always be a Chloe defender and don't want to downplay her trauma by any means.)

But, unfortunately, Max's is overlooked.

Now, a lot of people might view this skeptically, question the idea of Max having PTSD. To many, it might seem like Max doesn't really have any lasting form of major trauma after the events of the game. Maybe she really was content and at peace and happy-go-lucky. (I've always scoffed at that scene at Chloe's funeral, when Max smiles at the butterfly.) And I'll admit, within the context of the story maybe we aren't supposed to think so. But if that's the case I just have to assume that's due to the developing team's lack of knowledge, experience with mental health and how it works, the impact things like this have on someone. Not that they are coming from a malicious place, of course. But very rarely does a person 'get it' unless they've been through it themselves. The average person simply won't understand.

But if you see everything I've described here as it's laid out, it makes total sense;

Let's talk about Jefferson. He is just one of many elements in the game contributing to Max's trauma. He was her teacher, someone she looked up to, respected, and was supposed to be able to trust. She truly felt safe around him. It's implied she had a crush on him. But her image of him completely shattered. After the truth about him was revealed, she was no longer able to trust her own judgement of people, her perception of reality.

He drugged her when she was vulnerable, and she was helpless to watch as he shot and killed the love of her life right in front of her. He kidnapped her, and she was thrown from the frying pan right into the fire. When she woke up she was tied up in a basement, helpless, and he had burned all her photos. Not only precious memories, but also one of her only means of going back and fixing things. He then took photos of her, over and over, this went on for who knows how long, while she was drugged, tied up and helpless, in order to satisfy his own perversions. Throughout, he mocked and tormented her.

Then, let's go into what happened with Chloe. Having to watch her best friend, the girl she loved, die over and over and over again. Max felt responsible for fixing it, preventing it, because she was the only one who possibly could. She would blame herself, think of it as a failure on her part each time Chloe died.

After watching her die in various ways, so many times, I'm sure Max questioned if she really even could save Chloe- or if Chloe was supposed to die from the start, and the universe was determined to restore the balance, no matter what Max did or how hard she tried.

And then there's Kate. This could go one of two ways depending on your choices, one of which is infinitely worse and more traumatizing, but either way it would definitely have haunted Max and left an impact on her.

Imagine how you would feel, knowing one of your closest friends was being bullied. Knowing they have been drunk/drugged and taken advantage of at a party. Yet instead of anyone coming forward, doing the right thing and helping Kate out of that situation, everyone at the party instead weaponized it, used it against her, slut-shamed her even though she wasn't in her right mind, was barely even conscious and was in no way able to consent to anything that was happening. Not that slut-shaming her would have in any way been okay or excusable even if Kate was acting of her own volition. Knowing that, even though you don't agree/don't identify with that, that your friend is deeply religious and clings to faith as a means of comfort. Knowing that she feels like a failure, that she feels like she's betrayed her faith, everything she stands for, and her family, even though she was in fact a victim in her situation. Being able to read letters, watching her family victim-blame her, hide behind their beliefs as a means to tear down someone they should feel obligated to protect, to support. Watching your friend be alienated by everyone around her, including her own family. Watching the school bullies write obscenities about your friend on the walls, and in the bathroom, make jabs at her and taunt her at every possible opportunity. Your friend's light has begun to dim, she starts pulling away from you, begins hiding away in her room more, which now feels like a dark, oppresive void. You know your friend is depressed, and you're trying to be supportive in any way you can, but there's a distance building between you you feel you can't bridge.

Then it happens. She kills herself/tries to kill herself. In front of you, and everyone who tormented her. Even then, the people who hurt her have no shame, laughing and recording her when she's in crisis. You begin to question and blame yourself, blaming youself for not noticing something was severely wrong earlier, not recognizing the impending signs for what they were. You want to help your friend, to save her, but your powers at failing you at the worst possible time. You only get one chance to do this, like everyone else, and you have to do it the right way.

If Max managed to talk Kate down, that's still an instense emotional weight, still a serious event to work through and process.

If Kate jumps…well…

Max feels like a failure. Like she contributed to Kate's death just as much as everyone else. Like she may as well have pushed Kate off that ledge herself. Not only watching your friend die in front of you, but knowing that it was self-inflicted in a moment of desperation, that they chose to do so and your words had no effect…

Now, the end of the game. Depending on what you choose, Max either has to to feel an immeasurable weight on her conscience, the responsibility for the destruction of the town where she was born. Where she grew up. Where she has countless memories, despite its' faults. The deaths of almost everyone there she's ever known.

Including (especially) Joyce.

The guilt of feeling like she took Chloe's mom away from her too, after Chloe had already lost her dad.

Oh. And that reminds me.

It was an incredible miracle, Max discovering her ability to go back through time via photos. Being able to go back 5 years, to when she and Chloe were only 13, before all the horror had happened, and save William. The sense of sheer relief, happiness and accomplishment she felt. She felt like a hero.

Only for it to all blow up in her face in the worst possible way.

Seeing Chloe, now a total shell of her former self. Completely disabled, and paralyzed. Helpless. Unable to live on her own. Seeing firsthand the emotional and financial stress William and Joyce are going through as a result of the accident. Chloe having so little quality of life that she pleads with Max to kill her, because she can't even do it herself.

(This is not my narrative or opinion on Chloe's situation, by the way. This is how it's portrayed. Quality of life, determining whether your life is worth living to due a life-changing accident or consequent disability is the choice of the invidual whom it effects. I'm not saying that anyone in Chloe's situation, who is paralyzed would inherently have no quality of life or no reason to live. That really depends on the invidiual, what that person needs in order to truly live and thrive, whether that person has family and friends and an emotional/practical support system in their life, etc. For Chloe, for me, and for many other people, though not all, living that kind of life would not be worth it.)

Max, depending on your choices, having to kill Chloe, to choose the merciful path, allow Chloe to exercise her autonomy in a world in which she can no longer do so and put her out of her misery. Knowing that she's doing for Chloe what she'd want someone to do for her if she were in that situation, yet still full of pain and regrets.

Max then having to go back and undo it all. Allow William to die again. Watch Chloe experience that horror and trauma again, knowing now she could've prevented it. But at what cost?

Lastly, if you chose to let Chloe go. To let her die.

That makes it immeasurably worse in my opinion.

The week she and Chloe spent together, reconnecting and rebulding their friendship, everything they went through together, would essentially never have happened.

Chloe, in this timeline, died alone in a bathroom. She never recieved any sort of closure, never got to know what happened to Rachel, questioning if Rachel perhaps just abandoned her, similarly to how Max did.

She never got to resolve things with Max, never heard from her again. She never got to know that Max still loved her, still cared about her and thought of her, but was too scared and guilty to reach out.

She never got to patch up things with her mom, or with David.

Everything Max went through. Everything she experienced.

To recap:

Having to watch her best friend, the woman she loves, die over and over again, feeling helpless, trapped in this endless, hellish cycle of death.

Being lulled into a false sense of security, betrayed and abducted by someone she thought she could trust, someone she looked up to.

Witnessing firsthand Kate's suicide/attempt, feeling like she failed her.

Being forced to let William die again, and force Joyce and Chloe to suffer that loss again.

Having to watch Joyce mourn her only daughter, after already losing her husband. Knowing she could've prevented it.

Everything that happened would still exist, but only in Max's mind.

She has no one she could ever confide in, talk to, or open up about it.

Chloe, for her, was that person.

No one would believe her, albeit understandably.

It's implied her powers vanish after she goes back that final time to let Chloe die.

She'd have no way to prove her story was true.

Carrying the weight of that burden, that knowledge and trauma, alone, would drive anyone insane.

Feeling like everything she went through, all the efforts she made to keep Chloe alive, were pointless.

I don't believe there is any way Max could be okay after that.

She'd be a hollow shell, just going through the motions. Totally disconnected from the world and the people around her. (Understandably. Who the hell could she connect to? Who would understand her?) Everyone at Blackwell, and their student lives and petty drama would feel so insignificant. So incredibly stupid and shallow to Max after what she's been through.

In fact, I've always felt - years after the events of the game, were you to choose to let Chloe die - that Max likely killed herself.

Over time, she probably began to question herself, to feel crazy, and begin wondering whether any of what happened, actually did, or if it was just something her mind created.

Max's trauma, her thoughts and emotions in regards to all of this are reflected in this part of the game, her mental breakdown. You can see her self-loathing, the way she blames and criticizes herself, in her interactions with herself and in her distorted journal entries.

Anyway. I never really liked Max all that much as a protagonist.

I thought she was a pushover, a little shallow, cared too much about what people like Victoria thought of her. I thought it was pretty unforgivable the way she ghosted Chloe, at the most traumatic, formative time of Chloe's life, when she had just lost the most important person in her life, besides Max. I understand anxiety, feeling awkward, helpless and flailing in that situation and not knowing what to say or do to make it better, but it just doesn't matter to me. Nothing excuses that.

However…

Max, did ultimately (well, depending on your choice at the ending,) make it right.

This has given me some perspective, and I have a lot more empathy for her now.

     you thought you could control everybody and everything, huh?      —   twist time around your fingers?

[pucksandpower]

Hanukkah, Oh Hanukkah

Lance Stroll x Reader

Summary: you celebrate Hanukkah with your boyfriend and his family for the first time

The warm glow of the chandelier fills the Strolls’ spacious dining room, casting soft golden light across the table laden with brisket, latkes, and an assortment of other dishes you can’t name but are determined to try.

Lance is at your side, leaning slightly back in his chair, one arm casually slung over the back of yours. His fingers tap absently at your shoulder as if to remind you he’s here. You appreciate it, considering the nerves humming through your body.

Chloe is mid-sentence, waving her fork with a flourish. “I’m just saying, it’s not Hanukkah without the family dreidel tournament. We’re doing it after dinner. Non-negotiable.”

Scotty laughs, his easy smile lighting up the room. “Is that because you win every year? You rig the rules.”

Chloe gasps. “Excuse me? I’m just naturally gifted at spinning a piece of wood. Don’t be jealous.”

Across the table, Lawrence clears his throat, his deep voice effortlessly cutting through the chatter. “It’s not about winning. It’s about tradition. And teaching new traditions to the ones joining us.” His gaze lands on you, warm but expectant.

You manage a smile. “I’m looking forward to it. Though, full disclosure, I’ve never played before.”

Lance grins, nudging you gently. “Don’t worry. It’s easy. You spin, you win, you make Chloe mad — just like the rest of us.”

Chloe throws a latke at him. “You wish. Y/N, you’re on my team.”

“Since when are there teams?” Scotty interjects.

“Since I just made them up,” Chloe retorts, flipping her hair dramatically.

Lawrence raises an eyebrow, but there’s the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Can we finish the meal before declaring war?”

You glance at Lance, whispering under your breath, “Is it always like this?”

He chuckles softly. “You have no idea.”

***

Later, the dining table is cleared of the few sufganiyot left over from dessert, replaced by a small bowl of shiny chocolate gelt and an ancient, slightly chipped dreidel. You sit cross-legged on the plush rug, between Lance and Chloe, as Scotty reads out the rules like a referee.

“Alright, reminder for everyone, especially the newbies,” he winks at you. “Nun, nothing happens. Gimel, you get everything. Hey, you get half. Shin, you give one up. Simple enough?”

“Simple,” you repeat, though the Hebrew letters are a jumble in your mind.

Chloe elbows you lightly. “Beginner’s luck is real. You’ll probably clean us all out.”

“Unless Lance decides to show off,” Scotty teases, earning an eye roll from your boyfriend.

Lance picks up the dreidel, turning it over in his hands like it’s a piece of racing equipment he’s testing for flaws. “It’s just a dreidel. Relax.”

“You’re taking forever,” Chloe says. “Y/N, you go first.”

Your stomach flips. All eyes are on you, even Lawrence’s, though his expression remains unreadable. You pick up the dreidel, the smooth wood cool in your palm. Lance leans in slightly, his voice low and playful. “Just flick it. Not too hard, or it’ll bounce into next week.”

“Great advice,” you deadpan, shooting him a look.

He grins, completely unrepentant.

Taking a breath, you spin. The dreidel whirls across the hardwood, the letters blurring. It wobbles, then falls. Gimel.

“Are you serious?” Chloe groans. “She’s taking all the gelt already?”

You laugh, half in relief, half in disbelief, as Lance tosses his hands up. “What did I tell you? Beginner’s luck!”

Lawrence leans back in his chair, watching with quiet amusement. “You’re off to a strong start.”

The game continues, the room filling with laughter and playful jabs. Chloe accuses Scotty of cheating. Scotty retaliates by stealing a piece of her chocolate. Lance spins for so long at one point that you’re convinced he’s figured out how to defy the laws of physics. Through it all, you feel yourself relaxing, the initial nerves melting away like wax from the menorah candles.

At one point, Lance nudges you with his knee. “Having fun?”

“Surprisingly, yes,” you admit. “Though I think Chloe’s plotting my downfall.”

“She plots everyone’s downfall,” he says with a grin, then leans closer, his voice dropping. “You’re doing great, by the way.”

You glance at him, curious. “At what? Playing dreidel?”

“No,” he says softly, his gaze steady. “Fitting in.”

The words catch you off guard, simple as they are. You search his face, wondering if he realizes how much they mean to you. Before you can respond, Chloe interrupts, declaring, “Okay, I’m done losing. Let’s light the candles.”

***

The family gathers around the menorah, the room growing quieter. Lance stands beside you, his arm brushing yours. Lawrence picks up the shamash, his movements deliberate, reverent. He lights the next candle, the tiny flame flickering before it steadies.

The prayer begins, and you listen, the unfamiliar Hebrew washing over you like a melody you don’t know the words to but can still hum along with. Lance’s voice is low, confident, blending seamlessly with his family’s.

You wonder if he learned this as a child, if the sound of it feels like home to him.

When it’s over, Chloe turns to you with a mischievous grin. “So, Y/N. First Hanukkah with the Strolls. How’s it going?”

You hesitate, suddenly aware of all the eyes on you. “It’s … a lot to take in. But in the best way. I mean, I’ve never celebrated Hanukkah before, so this is all new. But it’s-” You glance at Lance, then back at the others. “It’s really nice. Warm. I feel lucky to be here.”

Lawrence nods, his expression softening. “We’re glad you’re here.”

“And,” Chloe adds, “you’re way better at dreidel than Lance, so you’re already winning.”

“Hey!” Lance protests, feigning indignation. “I’m right here.”

“Exactly,” she says, laughing.

You can’t help but smile, your earlier nerves now replaced by a quiet sense of belonging. As the candles burn lower, the conversations drift to other topics — racing, snowboarding, hockey, upcoming travel plans, Chloe’s latest song idea. Lance keeps his hand on your knee, a subtle anchor in the midst of the lively chaos.

Later, as the evening winds down and the family begins to disperse, Lance pulls you aside. The room is quieter now, the glow of the menorah casting long shadows. He tugs you close, his arms looping loosely around your waist.

“You survived,” he says, his voice warm with teasing.

“Barely,” you reply, though you’re smiling. “Your family is … intense. In a good way.”

“They like you,” he says simply, then adds with a smirk, “Even my dad.”

“High praise,” you tease back.

He grows quieter, his gaze softening. “Seriously, though. You were great tonight. I know this was a big deal for you, trying something new. I’m proud of you.”

Your chest tightens at the sincerity in his voice. “Thanks, Lance. I-” You pause, struggling to find the right words. “I just wanted to do it right. For you. For them.”

“You did,” he says firmly. “More than right.”

The flicker of candlelight dances in his eyes, and for a moment, the world narrows to just the two of you. He leans in, his forehead resting against yours.

“I love you,” he murmurs, so quietly it’s almost lost in the stillness.

Your breath catches, and for a second, all you can do is stare at him. Then you smile, the kind of smile that starts deep in your chest and spreads like warmth through your whole body.

“I love you too,” you whisper.

And in the quiet glow of the menorah, with the scent of candles and laughter lingering in the air, you realize that this — this messy, lively, imperfectly perfect night — is what family feels like.

[smallgodseries]

“Are you doing Secret Santa this year?”

“Yeah, but I got Chloe, and you know she never likes what anyone gets her, and she always comes in under the dollar amount by as much as she can get away with.  That wouldn’t be so bad, except she brags about it.  You were supposed to be getting me a Christmas present!  Why is it appropriate to tell me that you saved seventeen dollars out of a twenty dollar budget?  It’s like, come on, Chloe, read the room.”

“At least you don’t have to put too much effort into whatever you get for her.”

“True.  It’s just going to wind up at next week’s White Elephant party no matter what.  Ooo, maybe I should get some of that bodywash I like!”

“Isn’t she allergic to that?”

“Show me where I care.”

Santa—true Santa, Santa prime, Santa in the sky with reindeer—is not a small god.  Santa will insist that he isn’t a god at all, but he carries the hopes and prayers of children, monuments are built in his honor, and priests garb themselves in replicas of his raiment to grant absolution.  He is a god, like it or not, and he is not a small one.  He stands outside the purview of our chronicles.

Krampus, while he once had a shot at the big sleigh, lost that bid thanks to a less than marketable image and a fondness for stuffing naughty children into his sack, and has since settled in to a slightly narrower sphere of holiday cheer.  And while he still does all the traditional Krampus things—lots of respect for tradition at the North Pole—his main sphere of influence is a little more adult in nature.

When you think “I could pocket half the budget” or “I don’t like Becky from HR enough to get her anything good,” Krampus is there.  Putting you on the naughty list, remembering your name.  When you think “peanuts are delicious, who cares if she’s allergic, maybe she’ll give them to me,” Krampus judges you even if no one else can.

Judges, but doesn’t stop.  Because there are many ways to punish the naughty, and they don’t all end with childhood.  He can’t truly live as he desires unless you sometimes misbehave.

Disappoint Krampus.  Be a good Secret Santa this year.

His sack is waiting.

[arcadiabaytornado]

Life Is Strange Holiday Headcanon's:

A: Max is an extremely intense tree decorator. Not a branch can be bare, and not an ornament can be spared. Good luck to anyone decorating with her because she takes putting her homemade decorations on with the seriousness of a Marine.

B: Steph has worked retail before, so she HATED holiday music, which made her radio job nearly intolerable in December. But that all changed when she started dating Alex and learned she had a soft spot for the classics. Watching Alex sing "Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer" on her guitar single-handily reinspired her love of holiday music.

C: Sean, Daniel, and Lyla all have matching stocking's hanging in the Diaz's home. Sean and Daniel took turn's putting their stocking in the middle so it could be closer to Lyla's, to the point where Esteban banned them from touching the stocking's until it was time to open gift's.

D: Rachel and Chloe always joked that they were going to run off and see the NYC tree lighting. Well, one year, Chloe decided to bring their joke a little bit closer to reality and host a little tree lighting of their own. So, yeah, they lit dead tree's that had been left at the junkyard on fire. It wasn't exactly what Rachel had in mind, but she'd be lying if she said she wasn't enthralled by the whole thing.

More Undercut

E: The running joke in the Diaz family is that Daniel is permanently on the naughty list for biting a mall Santa when he was two. Sean think's the joke is hilarious, but Daniel actually feel's really bad. Both about the biting AND the worry he's getting robbed out of gifts for his transgression.

F: Alex buy's holiday gifts for everyone throughout the year. Partially because it stresses her out to wait to the last minute, but also partially because she loves giving custom things and those can take awhile to get commissioned. She bought Steph's gift (A few custom DND figures of all the people that live in Haven) in February and she bought Ryan's gift (A hand carved cardinal with either a platonic or romantic engraving on it's base.) in July.

G: Chloe got in trouble at school one time for telling a particularly unpleasant kid that Krampus was real and would eat them if they didn't start behaving better. She was so convincing that the kid cried and the teacher called home. William thought it was unfortunately hilarious. Joyce was...not super pleased. Max still brings it up and jokes that Krampus is going to get her if she doesn't give her girlfriend enough kisses.

H: Max and Chloe have had very intense debate's about which holiday songs they'd be. Max says that she's very "Winter Wonderland" coded while Chloe is a "Snow Miser/Heat Miser" type of a gal. Chloe would argue that Max is more of a "Twelve Days Of Christmas" type and she is more of a "Jingle Bell Rock" type.

I: Rachel loves the holiday reason for the sole reason that she LOVES holiday themed treats. Gingerbread, mint, cinnamon, eggnog, and pumpkin are all some of her favorite flavor's. She's a regular at the Two Whales at this time of year, and so devoted to her like of festive flavors that she's managed to convince Chloe that gingerbread is good.

J: Ryan volunteered to be Haven's resident Santa Claus. He dresses up every year and goes house to house bringing small gifts for everyone in town. After the events of True Colors he get's Alex involved in the fun by having her go with him as The North Pole's most important elf. He love's watching how much joy she get's when handing Ethan a video game that they're totally going to play as a group later.

[miraculousdeservesbetter2024]

Dear show:

S2’s Maledictator: “Oh, it's not just her— actually, I don't even care about her— it's because I have no reason to be here: nobody likes me; I have no friends. I'm… useless.”

S5’s Derision: “Forgive me? What do I care about her forgiveness? I couldn't care less about Dupain-Cheng's feelings! She and the likes of her only exist to suffer for my entertainment. Why bother having power if you can't use it against those who don't have any?”.

…

[aspen-charminghearts]

Another Day in Chloe’s and Red’s Dorm:

Chloe: [Chilling outside their dorm talking to her friend briefly discussing the homework that Chloe’s friend had a small question about]

Red from the inside: [Scream of bloody murder and terror]

Chloe rushing inside, sword drawn, moving in front of Red to protect her from the threat she has yet to spot: What’s going on?! Are you okay love? Where’s the-

Chloe looking around the room and seeing nothing:

Chloe:

Chloe: Red?

Red, her hand already wrapped around Chloe’s free arm: Yes Bluely?

Chloe: Why did you scream?

Red: Oh, I just wanted attention! [Let’s go of Chloe’s arm to hugs her from behind]

Chloe:

Chloe: . . .

Chloe putting her sword back in her belt: [Heavy sigh in my-girlfriend-is-going-to-take-20-years-off-my-life-from-stress]

[batshaped]

vista

[isimarie2]

Army AU or Secret Task Force AU

Chloe an Red are Rivals

They work for a Organisation (their fathers worked there)

When they first meet their still realy young they meet because of their parents they like each other till one fatefull day

Christopher Charming was a legend at his job the best of the best and Reds Dad was his best friend who offten got in trouble and Christopher needed to save him a lot but they were the bestes of friends they were like brothers to each other

When Chloe was born he became like an uncel to her and the same with Red and Christopher

One day when Chloes and Reds Dads are on a Mission something horible happens Christopher got hurt and Reds Dad saved him he distracted the Enemy and Christopher could flee with his Team he beged that Reds Dad comes with him but he refuses so he can save the Team

the last thing Christopher hears from Reds dad is that it is better if he sacrefice himself than letting the whole team die and that he please takes care of his little heart

Christopher could not leave him but one look fom Reds Dad at his comrades that told them what to do got them moving and then they dragged Christopher away from him (he could not do anything because he was to injured to fight his teammates)

Forward to Reds Dads death Christopher was devestatet but he promised he would take care of Red he visited Red and Bridget often and played with Red and kind of neclected Chloe with it

Chloe began to despise Red and 2 years later her Dad died in a Mission and it became hate because half of the time he was with Red and not with his own daughter so she was jelouse that she didnt had that much time with him because of Red (they both are at that moment 8 years old)

Chloe and Red join the same Organisation at 20 were their dads worked at

They see each other for the first time in 12 years the last time was at Christophers funeral

They absolutly hate each other the first sec they see each other again

Red because she thinks Chloe got in only because of her Dad

and Chloe because of her Father and the time she lost because of Red

They are always bickering and always glare at one another you can literly cut the tension betwenn them and you know the Moment their in the same room because of it

Chloe one day gets promotet to a Captain (Team leader) position because she always ends her Missions with perfection and precision and because shes the perfect Team leader

She gets an Team with 7 persons on it and one of them is Red she hates it

Red gets placed in an secret task force because shes ruthles and gets all her Mission done with precision and fast you could say shes the best soldier they have there the only thing that anoyes her to no end is that Chloe is there and of course she is the f Team leader of the croup

They cant stand each other but still they completet all theyre Missions perfectly and efficient

till one day all goes harwire and their Team gets ambushed and they need to flee back to base

Red in the progress got shoot and even stabed in the Abdomen she powered trough it because it was nothing close to the abuse she gone through when her Father died her only relief was when her uncle Charming came to visit till the day it stoped forever and after that she gone through hell because of her mother

When theyre back at base Chloe looks at Red and thinks she looks like shit shes about to say something but then Red colapses to the cround barely alive

Chloe panics because she can barely feel Reds pulse

they rush her to the hospital and she gets brought to the operating room immediately they Operate for hours on her because she had damaged Organs and lost to much blood

Chloe staied in the hospital for all this time

Red survived but was in a coma for three days three days Chloe staied at the hospital and watched Red, three days she cries herself to slep on a chair becide Red and three days she came to understand what she feels for Red

When Red wakes up from the coma Chloe cries and hugs her Red to stuned to react just waited till Chloe stoped huging her

When she stoped she leant back and stared at Red a moment "I thought you would die Red and that i could never tell you that...." Chloe stops abruptly because she almost told Red that she loves her

But Red even under heavy pain meds gaught it "What do you want to tell me princess?" she asks

Chloe to flusterd at the nickname awnser to quickly "Nothing" witch a high pitcht voice

"Chloe it cant be that bad and even then im bound to this bed its not like i could jump out and kill you" Red Jokes

Chloe slowly breaths in and then whispers "im in love with you"

Red to stuned just stares at her and asks in a high voice "you what?"

Chloe to flustered just repeats her self lightly yelling "im in love with you you idiot"

Red finaly coming out of the stunned state shes in finaly awnsers to Chloes confession "you are more like an idiot.... and im in love with you to princess"

"WTF RED IM TELLING YOU MY......wait did did you just say that you love me to?" Chloe to flusterd in her state only got the first part till the second registerd in her brain

Red looks at her amused and anwsers with "yes princess i indeed did say that"

Chloe then looks at Red and leans slightly in and stops mere millimeter away from Reds lips to look if Red is against it she sees nothing but love in Reds eyes and then closes the cap betwenn them and kisses her softly

She accidently presses on Reds Abdomen and Red vinces from the pain

Chloe apologizes directly panict and then she hears Red gigle and her worry slips away

After that they come offiziell together and erveryone is extremly schocked about it when they find out moths later

they live happylie ever after and even become a daughter named Violett Grace and a son named Christopher-Redan like their dads

(lets pretent Reds Dads Name was Redan i didnt saw anyone who gave Reds dad a Name maibe because no one knows who he is so yea and im sorry if Redan is weard as a name)

[vex-00]

I know Chloe is a fan unfavorite but I don't think she's all that bad. I definitely would have made changes to the way her character was written and how she was introduced, though. She deserved better than FOP season 10 (；ω；)

[krillonthegrill]

me waking up every morning knowing that i can appreciate every life is strange game in different ways

[thetimelordbatgirl]

The portraits of younger heroes and villains in totally-not-EAH-and-SFGAE-rip-off Merlin Academy, if anyone's curious. And like, before anyone goes at me for that nickname for Merlin Academy: the villains group portrait literally has 'V.K students' under it, implying they themselves are children of villains, which just opens up the idea that these kids basically became evil like their parents before them and the only ones to not be evil are the prior Descendants main characters, aka, similar to main characters in EAH and SFGAE. At this point, Disney is losing their right to complain if EAH does ever return because the only one copying right now in Disney.

[tootiredtocares-blog]

Hazel is way more nicer and likable than timmy that and timmy is awful person this shut up why are you pitting two bad bitches against each other they would have been friends

[artyoucereal]

Pricefield ♡

[cowinf]

Weird Girls Go To Camp, version 4

These characters are from an old comic idea I had in high school. They've changed a lot over time lol

[chloepleasestopdying]

Wait no I have another dumb half thought out AU that I feel is kinda cringe: Chloe isn’t actually William and Joyce’s daughter, she’s actually William niece who he adopted because his half sister left her in their care.

Who is William’s half sister? Harley Quinn! William managed to escape his poor and abusive childhood, even moving across the country to do so. His younger half sister wasn’t so lucky.

This only comes out when Chloe and Max go on something of a crime spree. There’s no storm so the Prescott’s are out for blood due to the death of Nathan and Jefferson. Max doesn’t want to involve her parents (rightly fearing for their safety) but they’d needed money to survive. Between that and the mess they leave trying to defend themselves they’re one step down from Bonnie and Clyde.

They end up in Gotham, where 99% of crime sprees end, hoping that they can hide out there while trying to figure out what to do. However Max’s ability to rob banks/ stores is now perfected which draws the eye of Batman, who eventually finds Chloe’s DNA and finds out who her father is.

Honestly this AU is just an excuse for me to think how AWFUL Chloe would feel in this kind of scenario. Not only is William and Joyce not her parents but her blood parents are completely insane criminals (I picture this as taking place after Harley left the Joker but still) It’s for the womp.

[kikuism]

one more thing and then i'll shut up but i think it's so true that if there's no joy for the writer then there's no joy for the reader. you can just Tell when the author had fun writing, there's a vitality behind the prose that speaks to a genuine enthusiasm for the craft. even if the subject matter is dark, you can still tell if the author enjoyed writing or if they just didn't care. and for lady macbeth i just can't help but feel the latter. and i can tell bc i have read all their previous works and felt the Energy behind the beautiful prose. this one felt....so dull. i never felt like i was being pulled into the story because it kept me at such a distance. it seems to me like it was written without much enthusiasm. various elements were so shoddily put together too—the relationship with her new handmaiden and the monster romance 🙄 it felt so random, they were there just for the sake of being there. i really don't feel like the proper care and attention was put into crafting this book that i've felt in their previous works. there was no passion here