#lila child

[demon-art-dump]

I honestly have no idea when this takes place. By this time Lila has met Kaleidoscope and has become closer to them, but I don't know the relationship between the two of them.

Probably, Lila just feels safer with Kaleidoscope than with the rest of the villagers.

I don't believe this is completely canon? because I mainly just wrote it to show the villagers' attitude towards kids in general. Aka: extremely condescending!!

Social standards kinda suck for children in this universe, ngl.

[embracing-the-ineffable]

Neil Gaiman: There Is No Safeword (via Vulture/New York Magazine)

This new article about NG from Vulture/New York Magazine is so much more damning and humanizing, and so much more impartial and well written, than anything I'd seen last year. I hate that it's necessary but I'm glad we have it now.

[ get over the paywall with archive.is or 12ft.io ]

TW for a more damning retelling of many of the allegations we heard about via various podcasts during summer 2024, plus likely abuse of a child (Neil) and alleged sexual activity in the presence of a child (Neil's). (NG's representatives still deny all allegations.)

Also a more fair discussion of what healthy BDSM actually is (including enthusiastic consent, advance negotiation, respect, communication, and the use of safe words or signals).

Take care of yourself and mind how you go if/when you decide to read it.

Or read this shorter but still official press release/summary from NY Magazine - it's much less explicit/triggery:

My biggest initial takeaway from this - as someone who was already familiar with the previous allegations - is how deeply important it is to address trauma in healthy ways that will help you move towards resolving it. When trauma lingers, it affects you in ways you may not expect or be able to control. This is NOT an excuse for anyone's behavior, and NOT a reason anyone should be victimized; it's just a reminder that we all have a duty as adults to do the work to move towards the best versions of ourselves, and unresolved trauma is lurking, waiting to hurt you or the people who love you. Find a therapist you click with or another healthy outlet and start working through it. Talk to loved ones. Journal. Exercise. Read. Whatever nourishes you and helps you move through the trauma. Please. If not for yourself, then for the people who love you ❤️

And please, everyone, be radically fucking kind to everyone as they process this in their own ways.

Edit: NG posted a response on his website the day after the Vulture article was released:

[lasmarginatura-archive]

god.

[printempsdessens]

The Story of the Lost Child Chapter 27: Compromises

[erosdoceamargo]

raffaella cerullo & elena greco | the story of the lost child, by elena ferrante / hbo l'amica geniale / nbc hannibal's script / letters to milena, by kafka / the story of the lost child, by elena ferrante / wuthering heights, by emily bronte / anna akhmatova tr. by judith hemschemeyer, “poem without a hero” / l'amica geniale / twin flame, by weyes blood / my brilliant friend, by elena ferrante

[itsangelic1411]

The Kraken and the Handler’s Daughter 🔪✨

[desnoot]

3rd card of the TUA Tarot: The High Priestess

Man, watching Lila on the second season finale was chilling. She's so cool, I love this chaotic woman. Absolutely nothing bad could have possibly happened in the last season to ruin the character. Nothing at all.

Can you tell who the Empress is going to be?

[tardisimpalalover16]

Five could’ve literally fall in love with anyone ANYONE in all the multiverses they visited. Hell, he could’ve rekindled his romance with beloved Delores but the writers decided for it to be Lila? Lila who was enamored with Diego. Bruh.

[violetasteracademic]

I will never be over it.

I'd rather die on an adventure than live standing still.

A life worth living is a life worth taking.

Not every past is worth holding on to.

The world is full of cycles. Perhaps our time will come again.

Life isn't made of choices. It's made of trades. Some are good. Some are bad. But they all have a cost.

Myths do not happen all at once.

[vidals-harkness]

i’ll come back to you (lilia calderu)

summary: lilia meets agatha, and has to convinve you--her inexhaustible 'stray' baby witch--to allow her, before she embarks on a journey to the witch's road.

fic type: angst/fluff

pairings: lilia calderu x fem!child!reader (family)

warnings: reader invading agatha's personal space, some crying, so much soft lilia you might just weep <3

word count: 1.4k

Afternoons in the sleepy town of Westview were very often uneventful.

A gentle breeze carded through the curtains, ruffling the papers on the table, eviction notice included. The birds twittered faintly outside, along the cars which rolled past with a steady, quiet rumble. The windchimes jingled softly, caught in the wind's dance, the suncatchers on the windows casting tiny rainbows on the hardwood floors.

The kettle rattled as you kept an eye on it like Lilia had asked. Beside it, a pot stood full of dinner--contents of it long gone cold.

Through the quaint shop in the front, you heard a jingle. You reached up and switched off the kettle, following Lilia as she took her place through the beaded curtain.

The front room, or, the shop, was lit with candles, Lilia's magic keeping them from overheating the place. The scent of essential oils and incense was strong, but comforting. You took your place beside the nearby shelves, ready to help Lilia.

"Welcome to the curious," she said mystically as two people--a boy and a woman who had a strange energy around her. You didn't like it. Or rather it took you longer than usual to get used to it.

"Good day, madam," said the woman in a thick Southern accent. "Oh, thank you so much for seein' us,"

"You look strange," you admitted, coming up to her and touching her shawl.

"Y/n, sweet little, if you could please step away," Lilia smiled, noting the look of scorn and disgust on Agatha's face as she yanked the shawl out of your grasp. Trying to quell the situation, she added, "Don't mind my apprentice, she is young, a bit too curious sometimes,"

"That'll get her in a few spats," Agatha muttered, hissing at you like a cat, making you frown.

"Y/n, can you go out back, find me my special deck of tarot cards?” Lilia smiled, looking at you pointedly.

You nodded immediately, rushing out back to find the special deck--the one which felt like her, the one which made you feel safe.

"Miss L--huh?" You skipped back to the reading room, to find her nowhere to be seen.

You heard pained yelling from the kitchen and saw her--golden aura around her head like a halo, making you concerned. You hurried over, tugging at her sleeve for her attention.

"Miss Lilia," you whispered, poking her slightly. "It's just your mind, it's making up silly stuff,"

She took a deep breath, smiling down at you. "You're such a darling, sweet little," she chuckled.

"So you’re a bit of a kook. Every witch has their process," Agatha butted in. "You showed some real skill out there,"

"I didn’t read your fortune. I read your reputation," Lilia said, turning to her, placing a hand on your chest to push you behind her protectively. "Witches like you are the reason people think we poison apples, and steal children, and eat babies,"

"You eat babies, Miss Lilia?" You gasped, looking up at her, tiny brows furrowed with worry.

Her nose scrunched a bit as she smiled and shook her head. "No, sweet little, I don't,"

"I do," said Agatha. "Babies are delicious,"

"Ugh," Lilia groaned, going over to the stove to start with dinner.

You went over to Agatha where she sat on the sofa, poking at her inquisitively. "I've never met a baby-eating witch before..."

The chaos witch made a face at you. Despite her ease around children, you made her regret ever having an affinity towards them. "No, shoo, get away," she said, flicking your nose.

"Ow!" You exclaimed, pushing her shoulder.

"Y/n," Lilia warned without turning around. "What did I say about space?"

Agatha made that hissing noise at you again, which you countered with a blown raspberry before you stood next to Lilia again.

"How old are you? 410? 415?" Agatha asked, giving the older witch a once-over.

She turned sharply, offended. "How dare you?"

"Oh, I apologize," she chuckled in return. "You don’t look a day under 450,"

"Years old?" Teen asked, baffled.

"Mhm, Miss Lilia is very old," you nodded at him, which earned you a sharp but gentle smack upside the head.

"You get, what, maybe two suckers a day in here, and 20 bucks later, you’re sitting on a bed that’s also your wall," Agatha pointed out, her hand gesturing at the bed you and LIlia shared. Which, to be honest, was indeed a bed that was also a wall.

Agatha stood up, trying her hardest to convince her. "Don’t you miss the glory days?"

"When I was chased out of every village I passed through for accurately predicting tragedy?" Lilia asked, heading towards the kitchen. "No, I do not. Beat it, Harkness,"

"Yeah, beat it, Harkness," you said, crossing your arms to give Agatha a once-over.

"Tell your familiar to watch it," Agatha snapped.

"Absolutely not, you heard her," Lilia scoffed. "Beat it,"

"I’m gonna walk The Road," she finally admitted.

"The Road is a death wish,"

"I survived,"

"Yeah? Where’s your power now?"

A beat passed. She'd hit a nerve.

"Time to restock," she countered finally. "I need a Divination Witch,"

"Are you honestly asking me to coven up with the single most infamous witch on this continent?" Lilia laughed.

"Oh, please. Name a badder bitch in South America, or Europe," Teen said, crossing his arms.

Lilia gave him a look, scrutinising him. "Who is this child?"

Before he could reply, Agatha butted in. "My pet. This is my pet. Say hi, pet,"

Looking like he'd have rather swallowed nails, he sighed, "Hi,"

"Hi, pet!" You smiled, giving him a high-five.

"Y/n, sweet little, why don't you go play outside?" Lilia asked, patting your head gently, her gaze fixated on Agatha's.

You huffed, but nevertheless obeyed, grabbing a stick to play with as you went outside of the shop to play in the empty street outside.

Eventually, Agatha left with a disgruntled hiss at you, which you again countered with a raspberry, stomping back inside.

The candles were dimmed, and there came the sounds of Lilia singing soft Sicilian love songs in the kitchen. The pot bubbled, the refrigerator hummed, the lights buzzed and flickered.

"Sweet little, would you be a dear and set the table for me, please?" Lilia asked with a soft smile, turning to you, her song ceasing momentarily.

You nodded, grabbing the plate for yourself and placing it on the table. You sensed a variation in her energy, and asked, "Miss Lilia, why was Miss Harkness asking about the Witch's Road?"

Lilia paused, plating up the pasta she'd made. Her expression was thoughtful as she sat, handing you a fork.

"Well...Miss Agatha needs me for a sort of...plan that she has," she explained as you started to eat.

"Why does she need you?" You asked, swinging your legs a little as you ate happily.

Lilia's heart swelled--such an adorable thing you were, and she'd have to leave it behind. She didn't want to, but she had to.

"The process to begin the plan involves me, sweet little," she said, standing up as you did, too, plate in hand.

"You're super important then," you said, yawning a little. Afternoon nap time.

"Mhm," she hummed, scooping you up in her arms, grinning aas you squealed. "Super important,"

"I think that's so cool, Miss Lilia," you giggled softly.

"Problem is, sweet little, I'll be gone for some time," she whispered, laying down with you in bed, you flat on your b ack while she lay on her side, head propped up on her fist.

Your heart stopped. "G-Gone?" You whimpered, hand coming up to grip her shawl. "I don't want you gone,"

Her heart broke. "I know my little dove," she said, stroking your hair soothingly. "But I'll be back before you know it, I promise."

"No, no, no," you shook your head, tears streaming down your soft cheeks. "You're not gonna go!"

Lilia was quick to pull you close, your head on her chest as she soothed you by rubbing your back in gentle circles. "I have to go, sweet little, but don't fret, I'll come back..."

"But--but--" you began to protest, but her voice was firm.

"I will return to you," she said. "Have I ever broken my promise?"

You sniffled and shook your head. "N-No, Miss Lilia,"

"Have I ever lied?" She asked, making you face her, one hand wiping your tears.

You shook your head again. "N-No, Miss Lilia..."

"Precisely," she chuckled, kissing your forehead. "I'll come back to you, I promise,"

You nodded, eyes drooping as she rocked you to sleep, your worries washing away slowly as the tide of drowsiness dragged them away. One thought was what kept you content, one simple thought.

She'll come back to you.

hi my bao buns! jace here! i'm so sorry i've been mia for so long, but i'm back now! i would like to thank my anon bao buns as well as @lilia-caldareyou and @evildin0saur for motivating me to write again <3 thank you all!

love, jace

[parfaityuri]

Have I ever posted my juzi fanchild here??? No??? Well here she is

[demon-art-dump]

Kaleidoscope is not that good with children but they also aren't b a d.

Children need verbal communication or some kind of language, and they need affirmation that they're learning and doing well.

At this time, Kaleidoscope can't really give that? They can smile(sort of) and they can give a good thumbs up, write stuff, give gifts and they can give physical comfort BUT that's not all a child needs.

Also, Kaleidoscope HAS NEVER TAKEN CARE OF CHILDREN. Honestly, not bad with how they're doing with Lila.

[confoodles]

TUA SEASON 4 SPOILERS ❗❗❗

Lila's and Diego's pipeline from flirty, might possibly kill each other, bi4bi, malewife and girlboss couple to way too realistic married couple, who resents each other and is clearly struggling and teethering on the edge of a divorce is sth that is so devastating to ME specifically

[kacievvbbbb]

God I'm getting real tired of Luther and Diego's arcs every season being just how pathetic can we make this man.

And don't get me wrong I love a pathetic man but come onnnnnn. How many times can we play the Diego is jealous of Five's cool job card. That was literally his arc in season 2.

How long are we going to blatantly dance around the fact that Luther's crippling need to be liked and to be noticed is actively ruining any chance he has of building a normal life and a normal relationship with his sibling before we actually do anything about it.

The point of character arcs is to grow not just to middle around the less overtly toxic parts. Sure they aren't at each other's throats anymore, doesn't mean they still aren't unhealthily dealing with the world if we would stop joking about it for one second.

[printempsdessens]

Lila and Lenu - My Brilliant Friend

[unchangingwindoww]

A che sono servite dunque tutte queste pagine. Puntavo ad afferrarla, a riaverla accanto a me, e morirò senza sapere se ci sono riuscita. A volte mi chiedo dove s’è dissolta. In fondo al mare. Dentro un crepaccio o in un cunicolo sotterraneo di cui lei sola conosce l’esistenza. In una vecchia vasca da bagno colma di un acido potente. Dentro un fosso carbonario d’altri tempi, di quelli a cui dedicava tante parole. Nella cripta di una chiesetta abbandonata di montagna. In una delle tante dimensioni che noi non conosciamo ancora ma Lila sì, e ora se ne sta là insieme alla figlia.

(What is the point of all these pages, then? I intended to capture her, to have her beside me again,and I will die without knowing if I succeeded. Sometimes I wonder where she vanished. At the bottom of the sea. Through a fissure or down some subterranean tunnel whose existence she alone knows. In an old bathtub filled with a powerful acid. In an ancient garbage pit, one of those she devoted so many words to. In the crypt of an abandoned church in the mountains. In one of the many dimensions that we don’t know yet but Lila does, and now she’s there with her daughter.)