#she does have ptsd from when her parents were killed

[cheyisagirlkisser]

Fading with the Leaves 2/2

₊ ‎ ‎Ellie Williams x Fem! Reader‎ ‎ ₊ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

݁ ˖ ◜WARNING: Sensitive content. Mentions of grief, PTSD, violence, etc. Sexual content included (not actual smut but is definitely close), and mentions of eating disorders.

݁ ˖ ◜Word count: 3.3k (includes bonus content, not just the final part).

݁ ˖ ◜Description: Ellie returns to Jackson, but things aren’t the same as they were so easily were back at the farmhouse. Nightmares still plague her vision, and she doesn’t know if she’ll ever be able to keep her promise to you.

PART ONE

"Ellie!!" You're giggling, and she's holding you close to her from behind.

"C'mon, babyyy..just one kiss? Just gimme one kiss?"

You let out one last laugh and turn to face her. Her hands immediately find your waist and she squeezes tight. You're leaning in, and she feels like it's the Fourth of July the way fireworks are being lit, just about to pop off into the sky and create the pure thrill of being yours after so long. Before your lips meet though, you're pulling away. Your grave is shallow, and your lips aren't warm or colored.

Then she woke up.

With a groan, she stared up at her ceiling. Her alarm clock next to her read 7:00 am.

It had been a few weeks since she returned to Jackson. Those weeks were hellish for a stubborn girl like Ellie.

She wanted to talk to you, to make things right. At first, she visited the farmhouse. She didn’t know what she was expecting, but it still hurt to walk into the place she had so much love for, only to see all of the decor replaced with bare walls and a naked floor. This time, she wouldn’t just turn around and run as far as possible. It was indeed time to return to Jackson.

Ellie figured you’d probably be there. Jackson was all you really knew for a while, it was the main thing for both of you. However, in her time there, she still couldn’t gather the courage to make things right. Truth is, she figured that you moved on. You at least were trying to, and who was she to interrupt that? You seemed happier now than you were back at the farmhouse, months of distance she put between the two of you. You were so understanding, that was the hardest part of it all.

Neither leaving nor returning were easy. 

Healing isn't some chronological spectrum. You knew that, and Ellie did, too. She didn't easily heal when she left, and there was no moment where she just magically moved on from Joel's death. Everyday she was out there in Santa Barbara, thoughts caved in and practically devoured her sanity. Still, she accepted it. She was finally able to accept it for what it was,to find some closure in all of the mess that was grief. 

She still had nightmares, though. She had dreams you were still hers, kissing her cheek or letting her pepper your sweet, sensitive skin in all of her love. In her dreams, your eyes were as lively as she remembered. Your features were a little blurry, as if she couldn’t remember them. That hurt even more than the actual terror part of her nightmares in which you’d slip away from her grasp; your stiff, cold hands decomposing into bones.

She’d awake from the nightmares all sweaty, shaken up from the pictures her own mind conjured up. She couldn’t recall the last time dreams had made feel so disturbed. Not since Joel. She would stare up at her garage ceiling, the garage Joel left for her, until the sun began to rise in the sky.

Death was a cycle in the world, and all of the people could at least agree on that. What blinds people to the cycle like an undercurrent is many times, death itself. Kill one person, you avenge yourself. That person has connections that you can't fathom. They have brothers, sisters, parents, friends and lovers who aren't afraid to avenge them. You have brothers, sisters, parents, friends and lovers who will avenge you. Where does it end?

That’s what Ellie knew now, and what she wished she knew before, back when she was promised a second chance with you. Now, she was uncertain about her future.

She was scared. The dreams wouldn't just suddenly cease if the two of you got back together. Everything that happened would still be the past. She didn't want to lose you, but you were already out of reach. She could make good on her promise and still lose you. That was terrifying.

She was going through her old comics, fingertips brushing against the dusted-over titles she used to read obsessively and so carelessly. She winced. 

-

“Jeez, you really are a nerd.”

Ellie scoffed, playfully smacking your shoulder. “And you still like me.”

You smiled, your eyes still lively, face still as gorgeous as she remembered it to be. “No.”

Ellie’s face was more-so confused. “What do you mean ‘no’? Do you not like me?”

You leaned forward, and Ellie’s heartbeat was jumping out of her chest. 

“I love you.”

-

After a week, Ellie finally broke.

Her chest would hurt when she saw pastries at the bakery. She was reminded of the times you still baked for her even when she turned away from you. Her eyes would widen when she saw someone with your color eyes or even remotely similar, thinking of the times she laughed right into your ear, telling you all of the things she thought your eyes were like. She was always hit with the look on your eyes when you finally gave up. The guilt ate her alive until she couldn't bear it anymore, and from her front door she rushed out.

...

Seasons come and they leave, just like people. From soft summer petals to the frigid, cracked remains that bleed into the ground during the harsh Jackson winters, everything has to come and go. Ellie was never your soulmate if she was fated to leave, but she was back now. What can you do? You knew deeply in your sensible mind that you should’ve moved on. Your story wasn’t finished, though. She promised you she’d come back. Why hasn’t she talked to you yet?

In all honesty, the “moving on” you did in Jackson would’ve cracked so easily if she talked to you. The resolve you held was embarrassingly low. Why didn’t she just talk to you, is the question that kept plaguing your mind. She was back in Jackson, and she made you a promise. You tried not to think about it as days passed you and the weather in the sky went through its unpredictable phases. 

In a way, you saw those phases as how you perceived Ellie. Seasons are much too predictable. Weather is the opposite, in a way. You know that if it’s going to rain, it may rain the next day. You can tell that when it’s spring, storms and April showers are expected. You can never predict when, though. You can’t seem to predict when Ellie will happen, or if she will happen again, not for a long time. The only difference is that with Ellie, you can only hope she’ll swing back into your life. You know that it’ll rain again, though. Even if it’s a really long time.

The clouds were lacking in the sky tonight. There were no extreme storms, just cool wind.. You sat at your dinner table alone, a plate of meat and potatoes half-eaten. Every dinner felt empty without a freckled face to kiss, a warm hand to massage your stress out of your shoulders. You kept telling yourself you were over it all, that you wouldn't count on her keeping the promise; then why were you foolishly hoping she’d knock on your door and grovel at your feet?

Knock, knock, knock. 

You were shocked to say the least when your door swung open to reveal Ellie, darkness underneath her eyes and frazzled hair. You swallowed, trying to keep it together.

“I’m so sorry..” She breathed heavily in pants, as if she had run here. 

“Ellie.”

“I should’ve talked to you sooner, I know.” She was speaking fast, getting it all out while she still had the courage to. “I can’t move on from it. I got the closure, I got over the whole stupid fucking phase, and I’m still up at night after hours of nightmares.”

Why was she telling you all of this?

“I have dreams of you. I have dreams in which I think they’re the best dreams I’ve ever had, and you’re back in my arms. I’ll be holding you, and you’re just like yourself. So sweet and your eyes are just how I remember. And then you’re dead, and I can’t touch you..” She trailed off, tears streaming down her face. 

You tried to reach out and wipe the salty droplets away, but she looked genuinely scared. Not disgusted or indifferent, but terrified. It made you pull away.

“I haven’t talked to you..because I..I just can’t touch you again.” She sniffled, and it was obvious that this was all hard for her to admit. “I’m scared that I’ll have you again, and it’ll all be perfect. It was actually perfect once, a while ago before all of this shit happened. Now, I don’t know if I can handle touching you and dealing with myself if it is all just a dream. Another nightmare.”

You didn’t know what to say to that. You knew that Ellie struggled with nightmares before, when the two of you lived at the farmhouse. During that era of your life that made you wince in remembrance. You never realized why you were so involved. She was scared to lose you, too.

“Ellie..I’m real. I’m here. This isn’t some perfect little romantic dream or an agonizing nightmare. This is just the world.” You gently reached out once more, and this time, she didn’t flinch. She let you embrace her as she sobbed. 

You don’t think you had ever witnessed Ellie crying before. Even when everything happened, she wasn’t the type of person to bawl, especially not in your arms like this. Even when she lost Joel, she didn’t cry. Not in front of you, at least. When she accidentally stabbed her hand with a hunting knife on patrol, she laughed about it more than she cried. However, something inside of you felt a sense of relief that she was opening up to you like this. Ellie was touching you once again, and she wasn’t refusing because of her dreams.

Ellie asked to sleep in your bed that night. You knew that everything that happened wasn’t going to magically heal over because she finally talked to you, but it was a start. Plus, you knew what she needed was a priority over the long talk and the slow restart of your relationship. So, you let her hold you tightly in her arms and you thought about how good it felt to just feel her warmth again. Her fingertips rubbed delicately over your stomach, tracing patterns into your skin that lulled the both of you to sleep.

Ellie, for the first time in a while, slept the entire night. Feeling you all over every inch of her skin, even where your body didn’t reach but instead died down in peace, wasn’t like a perfect moment straight out of a dream. If anything, it made it better, though. There wasn’t a need to kiss right in the moment or spend all night awake in desperation with you, like just holding you closely was enough in this moment. Being in your presence was enough at this moment. When this was all sorted out, maybe then she could pull you in for a desperate kiss, feel every inch of your body over hers without any barriers. Live with you again, experience every holiday and season with you until you’re both old and Jackson’s infamous married couple. For now, she just needed to know that you were safe and alive. That was enough for her. 

BONUS CONTENT: So, I know the ending didn’t provide a lot of romantic content that I like to provide. Fading with the Leaves was always meant to be more of a ptsd story or just overall an opportunity for me to write Ellie’s grieving with a character other than Dina. That said, below, I’m including some ideas that I thought were cute.. If you would like to request extra content for them, go ahead<3

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“What did you think of me when we met?” You asked your wife. She leaned in closer, careful to not be too awkward with her movements and collapse the entire blanket fort in itself. 

“I thought that you were the prettiest girl in this world.” She smiled bashfully, and you turned the flashlight on, blinding her and making her groan dramatically. “What the fuck, babe?!”

“You haven’t seen every girl in the world, you liar! How can I be the prettiest?” 

Ellie snatched the flashlight out of your hands. It was storming outside, rain hitting the roof, and thunder was threatening. Still, the two of you felt safe against each other in the make-shift fortress. This was a tradition, making shitty blanket forts with the bed’s comforter and a bunch of couch pillows when the storms were even just mild. 

“You’re the prettiest because I’m telepathic and just know it.” She gave you a toothy grin, stupidly proud of herself, and it successfully made you laugh.

“You’re an idiot. Do you even know what telepathic means?” 

“Magical.”

“It means you can read people’s minds!” 

Ellie rolled her eyes at that, but moved to plant a kiss on your cheek. “I’m telepathic, still…I know what you’re thinking right now.”

You decided to bite, but still raised a skeptical brow. “Yeah?”

Ellie didn’t give you a verbal answer, instead cupping your face to kiss you. You melted into her lips, letting her part them with her tongue and softly graze the inside of your bottom lip with her teeth. It made you jolt, and she moved to hover on top of you. Until her head hit the top of the comforter, sending the fort you spend an eternity on (15 minutes) to collapse. You would’ve protested, but Ellie was too distracting, and you didn’t care to leave the broken structure for a while.

-

Ellie had you held to her chest tightly, and you could feel her heart beating against your back. It was bedtime for the two of you since Ellie had patrol in the morning and you had babysitting duties, but it was hard to fall asleep when the both of you couldn’t seem to stop talking. Late night conversations were always the best.

“Why are you excited about babysitting?” Her warm breath hit your ear as she spoke.

“The kids are usually sweet. I mean, usually.” 

Ellie laughed at that, squeezing you tighter. “That’s very unlike any experience I’ve ever had with children.”

“Maybe that’s because you rile them up.” It was true, Ellie had a tendency to be as hyper as the children she was around and then, it was harder to handle them. It was kind of endearing, though. She was actually really good with kids.

A moment of silence, and then Ellie was flipping you over onto your back, half-way hovering over you, propping herself up with her elbow beside you. 

“Do you think we’ll ever have a kid?”

That made your heart skip a beat, and in some weird way, a way you only felt when talking about your future with Ellie. It was never the way that you would feel when nervous around her, like when she first asked you out. It was a warm feeling, something that made you giddy inside. 

“You really want a kid together, El?”

“I think you’d make a good mother..and there’s plenty of kids in Jackson who are orphaned.” 

You smiled and leaned up, meeting her half-way in a kiss. She tasted addictive, comforting. Her kisses were always sweet and warm, and you felt yourself practically overheart with the situation, the feelings and excitement. You tried to wrap your head around it all. Having a kid with Ellie. Ellie, who you used to just have a crush on. Ellie, who became your favorite person. Every single memory leading up to this moment, the ups and downs, they all just reminded you that she was yours and that you were indeed going to spend the rest of your life with her.

-

Flipping over a piece of sausage, you hummed softly to yourself. It was early morning. You and Ellie had a free day, which was rare. Ellie was still upstairs deep in sleep, but you woke up earlier than her, so you decided to make her breakfast. 

For a while in Ellie’s life, she wasn’t much of an enthusiastic eater, especially when she lost Joel. You noticed that when the two of you started dating, she never cared much to go into the Tipsy Bison and grab sandwiches for lunch, and the weird behavior towards food increased in the grief. 

These days weren’t perfect, but she was learning to eat more healthily and not skip meals on patrol. She hadn’t admitted it to you, but was very grateful for the fact that you cooked for her because that was partially the reason she was feeling better about her diet. You were a good cook, sure; but when you and her were in a bad place, she’d remember how you would bake pastries for her in that old farmhouse. She promised to not take advantage of that again. 

You felt hands wrap around your waist, and completely surround you. She was awake now, apparently. Did you even hear her walk in here? 

“Mornin’, babe.” She rasped, voice heavy with sleep. It was a delicious sound that made you almost forget to flip the fried eggs, and you nearly burnt the entire breakfast when she pulled your hair aside to place open-mouthed kisses all over the side of your neck.

“Ellie!!” You scolded playfully.

“What?” Playing innocent. Five more soft kisses, and then a trace of tongue that made you dizzy. “You can tell me to stop…” Met with silence. She leaned up to whisper in your ear, “want me to stop?”

You shook your head, but continued trying to focus on the cooking. You were nervous. That sounds silly, because you and Ellie are practically married, but it was hard not to be, hard not to feel that same old flutter in your stomach when she got greedy in the mornings. 

She didn’t take her hands off of you for the entirety of dinner. She pulled you over to sit on the couch with the plates instead of the kitchen table, and you allowed it. As much as you scolded her very often for ruining your routine, you liked the way she balanced out with you, not so predictable. 

She leaned against you as she ate, eating rather quickly. As soon as your own plate was empty, she pried it out of your hands and pounced on you.

“Ellie, what the–” She snickered against your mouth, kissing you deeply. Oh, so it was one of those mornings. 

Hands trailed over your body, and she let out a soft moan of appreciation when you parted your legs so that her body could fit between them. Her mouth was growing sloppy on yours, tongue sliding against your own while her sneaky hands palmed your breasts through your shirt. 

Her hips were shifting against yours. It was pointless for friction, since there was no way to feel anything like this. Still, she was horny, possessed by whatever demon got to her in her sleep and made her so needy for you at 8 in the morning. It still felt good even without the actual stimulation, making you moan into her mouth. She broke the kiss with a small string of saliva still connecting the two of you until it was quickly cut off by her swollen, wet lips trailing kisses down your neck and over your chest, fabric being an inconvenience. She made her way down your body, and with the pop of your jean button coming undone, you were already as much of a mess as she was. She had an even bigger appetite than you anticipated, but you weren't complaining.

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[armandposting]

sybelle & benji primer

for those who would prefer not to put themselves through The Vampire Armand

who are sybelle and benji? the short answer is that they are two humans that armand effectively adopts after killing sybelle's abusive brother. they help armand recover after his suicide attempt and come with him when he goes to see lestat in his devil-coma (don't worry about it). armand's intent with them has always been to protect them while they live out their human lives, but he leaves them with marius while telling his life story to david talbot and marius turns them, whcih devastates armand.

but also, sybelle is a 25 year old disabled pianist and benji is a 12 year old trafficked Bedouin boy from Palestine who chainsmokes. so there's kind of a lot going on there.

[prefacing this by saying it's possible benji and sybelle were first introduced in memnoch the devil but I haven't finished my reread of that yet and I don't remember, so this all comes from the vampire armand and what i remember of the prince lestat trilogy]

to skim over a bunch of semi-relevant plot, at the end of memnoch the devil armand tries to kill himself by flying into the sun because lestat got to make out with Thee Jesus and armand didn't. as he's getting burned up he has several semi-hallucinatory side quests, one of which is sybelle and benji.

sybelle, like I said, is a concert pianist, and has some sort of developmental or neuro disability that anne doesn't specify. you could interpret it as autism or psychosis related to PTSD or depression or any number of things, but when we meet her she is fixated on the Appassionata piano sonata, and plays it constantly. she is with her abusive older brother, who took over her care after their parents died, and Benjamin Mahmoud (benji), a young boy that her brother essentially bought to help take care of her. sybelle struggles with eating, dressing herself, speaking, etc, though this is all much improved later on after the brother is dead. Armand hears benji praying for something to save sybelle from the brother, who is trying to haul her off the piano and beat her, and benji is worried will kill her. Armand steps in and kills the brother. benji celebrates, sybelle goes back to the piano, and armand basically immediately falls in love with them both, but he has a suicide attempt to finish, so he gets swept off.

armand eventually lands on a rooftop, burned to a crisp and quickly becomes stuck in the snow and ice. he continues to hear sybelle's playing and benji talking to him (benji calls him angel at first, later dybbuk-- notable funny bit is that benji, not knowing what happened to armand, tries to persuade him back by saying he has plenty of good cigarettes and then complaining that armand left them this dead body to deal with. if theres one thing about benji mahmoud it's that he is not fazed by jack or shit). eventually armand realizes that he is not going to die any time soon and calls out to benji for help.

benji and sybelle rescue armand from the rooftop- he tries to telepathically shield how terrible he looks from them, but sybelle catches on that doing so is draining for him and tells him to stop. they're not afraid of his crusty ass and set him up in their hotel room (sybelle has endless trust fund money from her parents). they have to get a guy for armand to drink so he can heal, so benji lures a guy with the promise that there's coke under the "dead body" on the bed. yes, benji does come up with this plan. armand thinks it's hilarious. made for each other. it's notable that both benji and sybelle are daniel-style weird little freaks who want to watch armand do murders; the only difference is it's not a sex thing for them.

with armand recovered, sybelle and benji accompany him to come see lestat, where as I mentioned armand leaves them with marius for safekeeping and marius turns them. the consent here is... complicated. in terms of vampire etiquette, arguably marius absolutely should not have done this, as sybelle and benji were under armands protection. also just as a guy who is aware that this option is abhorrent to armand, someone marius still considers his child (eugh yuck etc), marius should not have done this. on the human end, sybelle at least was definitely old enough to consent, older than half the main vampires are when they're turned. benji would be really really offended if you said he wasn't old enough (much like amadeo) but also... he is literally 12. he's been through some shit for sure but he is 12. personally I'm going to go with under no circumstances should marius have done that. but sybelle and benji are happy about it and see it as a way to be a family with armand forever and armand does his best to not let his anguish bring the mood down.

and that's basically what happens. benji and sybelle go with armand between trinity gate and the court in auvergne. in the PL books, sybelle continues to play music, often with the other vampire musicians that have gathered at lestat's court, and benji starts the world's first vampire podcast.

other random facts:

benji mostly wears djellabas, and when the guy he brings to armand to kill is racist to him about it he says "sure, just call me Lawrence of arabia" and promptly feeds the guy to armand

benji also is fascinated by how armand looks all shriveled up ("I could take a lesson in muscles from looking at you") and sybelle has to tell him to focus on the whole luring a drug dealer to their hotel room thing at hand

for some reason anne thought that armand should mention that sybelle has breasts at like, every opportunity. it's one of those times when you're actually glad she didn't write more women because when she does she is so weird about it

in the PL books when interacting with Marius, benji also calls him master like armand does (Jacob Anderson voice eugh yuck!)

sybelle's reaction to watching crispy armand drain a dude while saying armand-typical creepy shit is to say "magnificent" and benji's is to say "bad guy, huh?"

armand thinks of the whole of telling his story in TVA as being for benji and sybelle, but particularly sybelle. he describes it more than once as his "symphony for sybelle."

Marius has a rare moment of self reflection after armand screams at him for turning the two, where he says "You loved them selflessly. For all their strange faults, and wild evil, they were not compromised for you. You loved them perhaps more respectfully than I… than I ever loved you." not a high bar my man!

anyway I think that's it, at least as much as I can remember without doing any text searches outside of TVA. they're weird little freaks and I love them very much though as usual there are many things about them I wish anne had done just a little differently!

[radical-ghostface]

How do you think Sebastian would react after getting released/escaping Azkaban and finding out MC was pregnant when he got sent away?

Alright so i thought this was gonne be way harder. But i jumped on this so fast.

Warnings: A little angst. Implied depression/ptsd.

Obvious implied Sebastian × MC , implied Ominis x MC.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

10 years. Its been 10 years since MC reported Sebastian for Solomon's death, getting him sent to Azkaban and ripping his heart out in the process. 10 years, and he was finally getting out. He thought about this day countless times. Though about getting to see MC and Ominis again. Thought about getting the revenge he deserved. Thought about ripping their hearts out. And now he finally could.

He may have to crucio a few people to get their location, but it was oh so worth it. His vengeance and hurt numbing him to others pain.

He walked up to their shared house. Oh how betrayed he felt. Is this why they sent him to Azkaban? The sheer idea of it setting him ablaze. They would get whats coming to them.

He peeked inside the window and was shocked at what he saw.

MC was braiding a little girls hair as she smiled happily, Ominis sat across from them.

In that moment all Sebastian could do was watch. His anger giving away to curiosity. Whos kid was that? Had they had a child together while he was rotting away in Azkaban?? The idea killed him and he found himself unable to breath. Not tonight. He can't do it tonight. But he resolved to come back tomorrow. He MUST have justice for what was done to him.

And he did return, the next night and every night after. But found himself unable to do anything but watch. Watch them from the outside while they were so happy together.

He did notice from all the watching that MC and Ominis didn't seem to be.. intimate. Their relationship seemed more like one of platonic soulmates. They were always there for eachother but not in the way MC and Sebastian were. But if that were the case then whos child is this? Who had MC had a baby with? Who would she? Other than Ominis, and that seemed to be very nuch not the case. The idea of MC with anyone else still set a fire inside him. After everything, even when she turned him in, he couldnt help but love her.

His thoughts were cut short

"Hi! Who are you?"

He turned around slowly to see the little girl hes seen every day for the past month

"Im.. and old friend of your parents"

"Nice to meet you! If you know my parents.. does that mean you know my dad?!"

He took a really good look at her face for the first time and noticed something.

She had curly brown hair and freckles all over her face. Brown eyes too. Curious.

"Ominis isn't your father?" He knew the answer to that already. Why did he even ask?

She laughed "no, of course not! Hes my uncle! He just stays with my mom to help out. She gets really sad sometimes"

He hated the idea of her being sad. How could he have ever wanted revenge? She didn't do this to him. He did it to himself. And he dragged her into it like he always did. He should leave them alone. Stop watching them. Let them be happy.

"Oh! My names Anne by the way! I just realized I never told you" she held her hand out to him.

Then it dawned on him. Oh merlin. How could he be so foolish. Anne..

"How old are you?" He asked taking her hand and shaking it lightly.

"Im 10!" She beamed.

It was like he was hexed. His mind swirling wildly. It can't be.. but it is.

"I.. i have to go. But it was a pleasure meeting you Anne"

He decided he would be back tomorrow. And not just to watch. He had missed enough. He wanted to be with his.. daughter. And MC, and Ominis. Every ounce of anger and betrayal gone. He would be back tomorrow.

[quindread]

THE COTTAGECORE MARI AU PROMPT THAT NOBODY ASKED FOR

Pairing: Daminette (edit: they’re like 19/20 in this, post high-school)

Rating: It has mature themes, you have been warned. But it’s pretty tame at the same time. Violence + Sexual Themes

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Mari is diagnosed with PTSD and anxiety disorder after she quite literally removed her beloved city’s supervillain (and her dear partner’s parent) from the plane of existence. Like she removes the suffering from the minds of all of Paris and has Gabriel written off in a car accident a year after his wife’s disappearance. Only her Court (Adrien, Kagami, Zoe, Alix, Max) and the Order remembers. Mari and Adrien decide not to pursue a relationship. They’re both healing and are decidedly better off friends - siblings in everything but blood.

Lila, who was not punished due to her not really being a miraculous holder and upsetting the balance, continues to slander Mari. Her class isn’t hostile but has no desire to interact with the “new and mean Marinette” Lila was painting her to be. It’s still a huge betrayal given the fact that Mari was supportive and very generous to these people.

So here’s how her new housing arrangement works: have you ever wondered how Gina can afford to travel around the world without a job? Yeah, I think she came from money. Like, old money - real estate old money to be precise. Passive income and such. Hearing about her Fairy’s situation, she offers an unused property at the countryside of Metropolis.

Marinette’s therapist and parents approve of her vacationing there for the summer when they realize that her stressors and triggers where all environmental. So off our girl goes!

Note: She does not have the mother box with her anymore, just Tikki, Plagg, and Kaalki. (She does have unrestricted access to it as the Grand Guardian though - she trains with the Order once a week in Tibet until she doesn’t)

Mari is aware of the Supers and was relieved that the Kwamis don’t show up in x-ray visions and with the fear of them eavesdropping she learns FSL to communicate with them.

The townhouse and the verdure around the property inspires Mari to start a garden. The quiet oddly soothes her and when she feels lonely she goes into town or the nearby farmer’s market where she charms the locals. She meets the Kents - they love her! Martha enjoys baking with her. Lois uncovers her identity as Jagged and Clara Nightingale’s exclusive (and reclusive) designer - they bond over fashion trends and the gossip surrounding the industry. Clark and Jon were another story.

She figures them out having sensed the same soul in Superman and Superboy in this father-and-son duo. They x-ray her as a precaution and finds the mysterious cracks and evidence of past injuries that should have killed her. There’s a very anti-climatic reveal that Martha and Lois are not privy to with respect to Marinette’s wishes.

At least one Kent would be in her home during the day. The Kwamis are free to roam around when it was Clark and/or Jon visiting. She ends up bonding with Jon who also grew up too fast (metaphorically and literally).

She ends up extending her stay in Metropolis indefinitely. Her parents also decided to open a branch of their patisserie there which Mari managed. They visit her as often as they could.

Mari was dismayed to find that no, Metropolis had no schools with both a fashion and business degree - that’s how she ends up in Gotham University.

Jon tells Mari about a Damian - a friend of his.

J: He’s…. uh… he has a big heart.

M: …

J: He’s a bit of an asshole(?)

M: Ah.

Mari meets Damian who reminds her of Kagami - antisocial and proper. They share a few business classes and are both members of the art club.

Mari is still this ball of anxiousness and has only allowed Mia “Maps” Mizoguchi and Katherine Karlo into her life, the former she learned was close to Damian - she didn’t mind when she and the girls met up with Damian, he was quiet, honest, and minded his own business. Through their hangouts Damian finds out about the friendship between Jon and Mari.

He’s hesitant to befriend her at first due to the conflicting rumors about her: due to her timid personality she had a split reputation. One side called her sweet, shy, and kind. While the other calling her arrogant, high-maintenance, and rude. He soon finds out that the latter half were spread by cliques who’s offer of friendship she declined and men she rejected. He was glad that he relented to Maps’ insistent invitations - she was a decent person to hang out with and it didn’t hurt that she was pleasing to the eye. (She also enjoyed sharing her vegetarian salads with him - he starts appreciating it more when he learns that she picks the vegetables straight from the garden she grows.)

As her luck would have it, a robbery unfolds at one of their favorite coffee spots. Mari and Damian - who were both pretending to be civ - try to find a way to protect their friends. The robbers recognizes Damian as a Wayne and takes him and another GU(a school for rich and affluent people’s children) kid - Marinette - who had stood in front of her friends.

They’re gagged, blindfolded, and carted off to who knows where. Damian discreetly activates a distress signal and the bats spur into action. Mari, aware that she was sturdier than Damian, draws the men’s attention to her (she purposely pisses them off and gets beaten up when they start to pester Damian).

M: [removes her gag somehow] Really? A ski mask? And in black? How boring can you get?

*Damian shaking his head furiously in the background*

Kidnapper(KN): Shut up, girlie!

M: You know I always wondered how Kidnappers could have a secret a warehouse as a hideout. It’s not like you can afford the rent—

KN: Are you trying to get yourself killed?

M: You’re backed up by some politician aren’t you?

KN: H-How the fuck did this bitch know?

M: There’s literally a stack of campaign papers behind you.

KN: Wha—

M: That’s some shit graphic design by the way. I’ve seen grade schoolers that can do better.

KN: [points a gun at her] Shut up or I’ll blow your brains out.

M: You wouldn’t.

KN: The fuck do you know—

M: You need me alive to get ransom from my parents.

KN: …Nobody said you had to be in one piece though.

M: Touché—[get slapped hard]

*Damian basically starts convulsing in the background*

M: …Damn. You punch like a cunt—[And the kidnappers basically start to rough her up]

The bats arrive in five minutes and it’s Red Hood that finds them first. He sees these mf’s beating up a woman and goes ballistic(pun intended). Red Robin and Spoiler has to forcibly restrain him when he starts to use his fist instead of his guns.

M: [bleeding and bruised] And that’s how you deck someone, you amateurs.

D: [who was released by Black Bat is confused, mad at himself, and in awe] You blithering idiot! Why the fuck would you aggravate our captors like that?

M: [delirious] It was either you or me Damian. Can’t have your pretty face damaged now, can we?

D: [Is floored and very concerned] And what of yours?

M: … dun worry—my assets are…elsewhere… [passes out from the pain]

D: …

Later, his family would tease him about the flirting when he isn’t all sensitive about the incident.

Winter break comes, most of the Batfam visits the Kents(they have a penthouse/some ridiculous property in Metropolis) as a tradition. The Kents went to visit Gotham and stayed at the manor last year.

(Batfam who went: Bruce, Dick, Jason, Steph, Cass, and Damian)

They visit Mari too. Dick and Steph are absolutely thrilled about her cottagecore lifestyle. So much so that they match her aesthetic and begin helping out in the garden - they send pictures to Alfred who request they bring back fresh produce.

Jon and Jason plot to get Damian and Mari together. Unbeknownst to them that Damian was already resolute on courting Mari like the decorous man that he was - he didn’t know what he was doing but Mari’s flush when he initiates flirting tells him he’s doing okay.

Because of his childhood, Damian was never the type to be touchy but imagine his shock when he finds out that one of his more prominent love languages was physical touch. He realizes he’s touch-starved almost immediately when Mari starts giving him small touches like a hand against his bicep, she had a fondness for touching his hair which never failed to deliver a shiver down his spine, and hugs from her are comforting - she felt like home.

Meanwhile Mari does not have any idea how she survived the early stages of Damian’s advances. He was blunt and did not pull his words with insults but it apparently translated to him being verbally open with his affections.

M: I always wanted to be the Knitting Fairy while growing up.

D: Does it not please you that you became a garden fairy instead?

M: Huh, that doesn’t sound so bad.

D: Well, you certainly look the part.

M: [turns into the same shade as the poppy beside her]

And then when the tension between them became more prominent he wasn’t shy with dropping innuendos too.

M: [open’s the door for Damian, haggard from lifting sacks of garden soil] Oh, I didn’t know you were coming so early. I’m a bit of a mess. Sorry.

D: [Tilts his head] You say that as if I wouldn’t appreciate you sweaty and tousled after a rigorous activity.

M: [self-combusts]

And when the touching began?

M: Damian, what color do you think looks better with this shade of blue?

D: [places a hand on her side while looking over her shoulder] I think the a more neutral cream would do.

M: [stops functioning]

Their first kiss?

Pulled straight out of a book that Marinette only read in the privacy of her bedroom.

They’re teasing each other, it evolves to a game of cat and mouse with Damian skillfully evading her. She corners him by turning on some of her sprinkles. He gets wet, growls in the way he would in Mari’s dreams, and pulls of his shirt. She’s too distracted by the hard planes of his stomach to notice him prowling towards her like a beast moving to claim his prey. He picks her off the ground with ease - he’s a foot taller than her - and takes her to the sprinklers.

(I’m going to write this part out properly, maybe to inspire myself or a potential adopter of this prompt)

“Nononono!” Marinette shrieks as the first round of water splashes her. She writhes but Damian had her arms held down her sides.

“All is fair in love and war, Ya Amar.” She ignores the endearment in favor of closing her eyes as the sprinkles rotate in their direction again. But she knows what it means. Ya Amar. My moon. His moon. The water had nothing on the chill that ran down her spine

The water stars seeping into her intimates and she’s soberly aware that the light fabric of her dress would betray her. It doesn’t take long for Damian to discover that fact, he releases a strangle sound. She opens her eyes, he snaps his eyes from where he was clearly looking at her chest. He scrambles to drop her.

“Shit— I’m sorry. This was not my intention—“ he starts but she’s faster. Her now free arms grasps his shoulders and without a second thought, she drops her lips to meet his. Damian inhales sharply and he tilts his head, temporarily breaking the kiss before raising her higher and pulling her by the back of neck - he kisses her with hunger and passion that has Marinette melting further against his chest.

She wraps her legs around his back and he moves to tightly grasp both the back of her thighs. She would worry about bruises later when she didn’t have Damian’s tongue caressing her own. He drops them to the ground and Marinette does not release her hold over his waist. She whines against his lips when she feels the consequences of their activity.

His hands start wandering as he greedily collects and files the sounds that leaves her lips. He begins to trail kisses down her neck to the neckline of her dress that now clung to her body like a second skin giving him his first peek at the maddening shape of her body. And just when he trails a finger against the underside of her breast a loud noise pulls them apart.

Jason finds them and the sight in Mari’s garden has him dropping the shovel he was asked to bring over.

J: Fuck! No, don’t stop! Hell—I’ll leave—I didn’t see shit!

D: [moving to cover Marinette who covered her face in embarrassment] Fuck off, Todd!

J: I’m sorry! [slams the door shot]

D: Tt.

J: [shouts from inside the house] Use protection!

D: Todd!

They started officially dating that day and Jason had no reservations in sharing that he definitely cockblocked his little brother much to Mari and Damian’s horror.

Both keeps the PDA to minimum in school but it was very clear how amorous they where in “private”. There is a table in the art hall that Mari can’t quite look at without blushing to her roots.

She finds out he’s Robin after her first encounter with his alter-ego. He confesses his past when she confronts him. There’s fear of abandonment in his eyes when he gazes at her after his spiel but she kisses his worries and doubts away. She even goes to show her appreciation for his years of service to Gotham.

Her reveal happens when she unceremoniously drops a vial in Jason’s hand claiming that it would remedy the effects of the Lazarus pits with continuous use - it was completed after a year in the making.

Cardinal joins the Batfam occasionally as part of Batman’s contingency plans. They respect her choice as a retired super-soldier and try to keep her out of the business which she appreciates. She is officially initiated as a member of Justice League Dark as an informant/magic specialist and a wildcard.

Years later, she legally inherits the property from Gina when she and Damian get engaged. Damian moves in with her and she lives her cottage life all while being a reclusive designer that comes out once in a while for fashion week.

FIN

AN:

Maybe there’s a Lila take down somewhere but I don’t have the energy to write her at all. We all know its Damian and Tim that makes sure she never sets a foot in high society ever again.

Ig add some details about learning to healthily cope with her anxiety disorder under the guidance and love of her found family? (I have a similar illness but me and my therapist are still figuring it out so I have little idea how to write this) Her PTSD does not need further discussion (miss ma’am had to kill someone) but her anxiety disorder stems from the fact the she’s a person who’s in charge of world-ending powers - everyone and even yourself can become untrustworthy. She starts to get nervous from misreading body languages and everyone is suddenly out to get her.

[nightviator]

OK so hear me out. I'm going to tell you how I think they could make the subway scenes without making lila and Five a thing, and also having a really good character arc and making them show trauma signs. It's a bit long.

Like five would be as traumatised as he deserved to be from last apocalypse, having flashbacks and etc. Lila would see what he experienced to end up as the assassin he was and would think about her parents and the way she wanted to kill him because of her family but ended up being ungrateful for having one. And they could have great character arcs.

Lila and Five go to that subway. Five sees that thay lost the way to go back home and is really frustrated. Actually he is using that anger to hide the fact that he is scared. Traumatised. Because he has seen it all before.

He was there before. Lost, without power to help his family. He is scared. That time he had handler and there is now no thing such that. What if he has to wait another 45 years to go back to his family? Does he even has that mental capability? What if he dies before getting the chance?

He really is scared. Scared because all of the thoughts he had in that past apocalypse are coming back to him. But this time it really was his fault. He can't tell that he is a kid just saying no to his father (not that he could use it to convince himself before, the guilt was too much). He can't say he had no idea of what time travel can make. He had promised himself to never do such a stupid thing ever again and he did it. This time he abandoned his family when he knew they were in a bad state.

So he is scared and angry at himself and at lila and everything and ptsd and stuff and stuff and. Lila sees it. Lila can see what made the murder of her parents, the murder of her parents. She can see how traumatised he really was. And she wants to help. She was responsible in this because she wanted to be more than just a wife and mom and she kinda made him to come here.

But as the time passes five is in a way worse situation. He is loosing it. Also the one who wants to help him is the daughter of handler. Five is so paranoid. What if it was all a plan? What if he never really ran away from the first apocalypse and is still working for commission? What if this is mind games of handler? And if not, what says that Lila can't be another handler? The ones that find you when you're at your worst and try to act like they want to help.

So here we have paranoid Five and Lila who wants to help and understands how truly traumatised he is. She is also scared that Five may run away when she is sleep because he can't trust her now,and because of that she has to always keep an eye on him.

This makes him even more sure that something is up with Lila. And when they go to that very first apocalypse, he goes to his young self without paying attention to gun to make sure that its not all just memories made by handler and he is truly seeing this and the things he experienced after season 1 were real. He is gets shot and lila is the one who saves him.

She is like:"you fucking idiot!!! What are you doing?! You literally were the murder of my parents and now you're acting all crazy and are about to get both of us killed?!"

And he looks at her, yelling that he NEVER wanted those to happen, and just for the first time cries because he thinks all of the things he has done was because of handler but also thinks he is making those up to feel less guilty of being a murder for such a long time and also coming to this subway but at the same time he is paranoid and etc etc.

Lila sees how much guilt he had and also feels bad because does she really miss her family? If yes, why wasn't she more grateful this time? Why did she ran away from them then?

And she sighs, tries to stop nagging at such a situation and adds a mental note to make him go to therapy once they are out. If they are out. So he is all tired, and she goes to help him with that wound, and he just stares at her, disgusted and shocked and saying that don't you DARE to touch me.

Lila is so confused buy apparently this made Five really believe that Lila is just like handler and is trying to use him and make him feel like he needs her just to get closer to him. Is he going to let someone else touch him? Even go near him? Absolutely not. No. No way.

So he runs away, and she barely makes it to not miss the subway by using his powers. Five is there, bleeding but still refusing help. He is about to die, and then she won't be able to copy anything and will probably stuck here forever, and she is the one who made this happen. Such a selfish person she is, thinking about herself in this moment when five is DYING, she thinks.

And when they are both at the last level of disappointment, the subway finally stops in were they wanted. Home. Their home.

It's been such a long time, 7 years.

Lila jist picks Five, running out. Five survives and Lila has a emotional hug with Diego (who wanted to fix everything) and her children and they sob and they talk and they really fix problems.

And then one of the siblings makes a comment on Five, saying how stupidly he trapped himself in a thing related to time again as if he is addicted.

Lila is about to just rush and kill that person. She yells that none of them never really cared about how traumatised he was and she realises she was like that too.

Anyways, Five wakes up and siblings are ready for emotional support and things go back to normal or at least a bit good. And him and lila have such a iconic friendship.

Also Diego tries to be the good brother that he told that Five was. Because Five deserves good brother too.

Also, you want romance? Throw a scene when he finds Delores or human Delores there and wants her so badly but Lila has to stop him because they should go and Five just hates this because he thinks she is just using his love for his wife like handler. (Got the human Delores idea from another tumblr post that I can't find now.)

TADA!!!

BETTER PLOT!!!

....damn I wrote a LOT. I may make it a fanfic-

So... yeah. Love to know your thoughts too, because we are all so angry.

[lyle-and-erik-menendez]

Notes from Interview with Dr. Ann Burgess | Revisiting Menendez

Ann spoke with Erik on numerous occasions in preparation of the trial, interviews, therapy and attempts to get him to draw his story were completed. Ann also reached out to Lyle who refused and continued to work with John Conte, Lyle in the past and up to this day appears to be much more discriminating on who he interacts with then Erik. As a result much of her conclusions come directly from Erik, though she did interview the brothers together and spoke to Lyle at court multiple times, Erik was her patient. 

She makes a comment that Lyle made Erik go in first, Ann says the reason was “Maybe because he thought he wouldn't if he didn't”

I don’t understand what she means by this. Does she mean Erik wouldn't follow? Or that Lyle couldn't go through with the murders? 

Lack of Planning into crime: anger and fear based, out of the blue, unconcerned with where parents were, people hear the shooting and did not shut any doors, no silences on guns, had never shut a gun before, randomness of shooting was driven by fear, Jose 6 Kitty 10 - overkill, Ann mentions another similar case at the same time where an incest survivor killed her father, went into treatment not prison when the evidence was belatedly brought up.

Jose and Kitty: No one cared about the gunshots, no one tried to assist despite hearing. Is this due to how disliked they were in the neighborhood or more about Jose’s shady business deals being an open secret? Police also did not do much in terms of crime scene investigations, letting the brothers go

 Ann discusses Erik and PTSD, she claims at the time of the trial she did not consider Erik to have PTSD and makes no more comments about this aside from discussing the change between generalized anxiety and PTSD

Lyle struggled with relationships and schools, both boys acted out in unnecessary ways like theft ( they had money ) this is considered a red flag now in reference to abusive households or other concerns with young people who rebel against their homes and societal expectations. The boys bought Rolex watches and gave them away to friends and family. Ann also mentioned how tennis was helpful for Erik’s mental health, ‘dissociation’ ‘mental health’ in the way that he could focus on that and nothing else for hours at a time as the tennis was rigorous. 

Ann claimed that Erik saw he and his brother as “Conjoined twins” as well as his main form of support whereas Lyle saw them as ‘little brother - big brother’, she said it could be hard to get Erik off the subject of Lyle, which she did not find unusual as they did everything together, including the crime that they were discussing. Lyle would get angry at Erik but Erik would never get angry at Lyle and mentioned that Erik would “wouldn't dare as he was his main support, when the mother made her feelings clear”. 

Ann also spoke to Kitty Menenedez’s therapist and found out these details. That Jose had multiple affairs with women over the years. Kitty was 'obsessed’ with Jose. Kitty went to all the tennis tournaments of the boys and never missed them, and Jose and Kitty both would aggressively intimidate teachers to change grades.

Something I find odd as well is that for a family of that stature hosting parties and entertaining is a huge way to both continue business, socialise and throw around wealth, for them to do so is out of character as well as out of the social circles they were running around. This to me would imply that the family would separate themselves from mainstream society as much as possible to continue with fantasy images and not risk exposure.

Ann goes on to mention from Kitty's therapist that Kitty ‘viewed sons as trophies’. Considers Kitty to be a narcissist but Jose not sociopath, psychopath or antisocial, Pathological in regards to sons however he expressed what she called ‘muted sadism’ instead of overt sadism with his sexual abuse. 

Ann considered Jose to have said things to Lyle that Jose would never have said to Erik Erik easily brainwashed “that was his nature”. From discussion with Lyle’s therapist she noted that Lyle kept using ‘mother’ as a metaphor for ‘brother’ in discussing the abuse and reason for the crime. Saying things like “I had to save my mother” when he meant and would later admit to it being Erik that he was always referring to

I think this implies that both brothers had/have a history  with struggling to see Kitty as a perpetrator 

Anne ends the interview with discussion of Jose’s excuse of ‘male bonding’ to normalize and change the narrative of the sexual abuse with his sons. She mentioned that this is typical in incest cases of excuses for why its okay. She mentions that Father-son abuse and the  patriarchal nature of society, which is part of why it's both so prevalent as well as not discussed at the same time.  This is exemplified by the difference between male and female juries and the ‘trying to understand another’s perception’ If someone can’t identify with it, it didn't happen. Her phrasing of the men on the jury and their inability to identify with male victims of sexual violence by anyone ‘ I would never do that this could never happen’ compared to the women ‘ I could see this happening’ in terms of male on male rape and female perpetrators as foreign ideas.

One final note from Ann was that she found it interesting that the focus on the ‘gay’ brother was only on Erik and never on Lyle. She viewed one brother as more ‘picked on' over the other by the prosecution and the public.

[the-bitterest-breakups-poll]

Poll: Round 1c #2

[Image ID. And image of Eddie and Shannon from 9-1-1 sitting together. Shannon is on the left and Eddie is on the right. And an image of The Locked Tomb books covered edited together. End ID]

*Reminder that Break up is being used loosely here and not all relationships may be romantic in nature

Propaganda under cut"

Eddie and Shannon:

They only got married because she was pregnant and he booked it to Afghanistan to financially support her without having to actually face his relationship fears (breakup 1, while they're not only dating but married), he comes back for their kid's birth and immediately re-ups, now also because of his fears about fatherhood (breakup 2, married with newborn), and leaves his wife with his controlling parents and mom with cancer who lives states away as her only support system. gets shot, comes home, can't handle his controlling parents on top of his PTSD, which, newsflash, neither can she, so when he says they can't move to take care of her now dying mom, she up and leaves in the middle of the night (breakup 3, girl power). his parents are awful about her and try to take custody of his disabled son, so he books it to the state his wife lives in to preserve both their autonomy and what's left of their family unit but does not contact her until a school with stellar supports for his son needs to interview her because they're not actually divorced and then they start fucking in secret (messy!! Messy, messy, MESSY!!!). He lets her back into their son's life for Christmas, they're technically back together, they have a pregnancy scare but it's fine, he proposes again (while comparing their relationship to being drowned) and she asks for a divorce (breakup 4) and then gets hit by a car in an intersection and dies on the scene (breakup 5, actual end of relationship). Her last words are about how she was leaving their son again. THERE IS NO GREATER MESS THIS SHIT IS BAKED ON CAKED ON NO AMOUNT OF PINK GOO CAN GET IT OFF

They got together in high school then got married because she was pregnant. After they were married he joined the military and went to Afghanistan (ostensibly to provide for their family but by his own admission because he wanted to get away), at one point re-enlisting against her wishes. When he did come back (only after being injured), SHE left to take care of her terminally ill mother and didn't come back for over a year, at which point she and Eddie began to sleep together again, but he initially kept her hidden from their son because he didn't trust her. He refused to even discuss this with her until she publicly confronted him at work. He does let her around their son again, but the only time we see Shannon and Eddie together again, they're fighting. They later have a pregnancy scare, which prompts him to "re-propose" to her. She instead FINALLY asks for a divorce. And then she gets hit by a car and dies for some reason. I realize this is more of a messy marriage than a messy breakup but personally I think their whole relationship was just a messy breakup in slow motion.

Mercymorn the First/Augustine the First/Emperor John Gaius:

-M-- and A-- were John's closest companions before the apocalypse, then they were killed by a bunch of cultists who betrayed him, then he STARTED A NUCLEAR WAR AND KILLED ALL LIFE IN THE SOLAR SYSTEM just because he was mad some trillionares manipulated everyone, then he brought them back to life but with new names and their memories erased to be his disciples because he didn't think they would agree with his actions, then eventually he had them kill the other most important people in their lives to gain immortality and also more attention for him, thousands of years later they have a threesome and steal his sperm to give it to a terrorist leader (who's in a different threesome) to make a baby to kill and use as a bomb, then 20 years later the threesome returns as a distraction so a lobotomized teen can kill their coworker, then eventually he finds out they betrayed him, Mercymorn kills him but he comes back immediately and kills her, then he turns around and offers Augustine complete forgiveness despite also trying to kill him, Augustine refuses and throws the whole space station into a metaphysical river to trap John/"god" in Hell, but his apprentice saves John instead of him so he goes to Hell instead, then John is a wreck, leaves basically an evil child in charge of his empire, and sleeps around with his army for presumably a whole book

Okay SO. buckle up. (Also, HUGE TLT SPOILERS AHEAD.) John Gaius is god. Mercy and Augustine are 2/3 of his remaining saints. They have a terrible, millennia-long polycule (that at one point resulted in Mercy and Augustine stealing God’s jizz to try and kill him—that’s off topic tho.) Mercy and Augustine eventually attempt to kill him again after learning he tricked them into killing their best friends ten thousand years ago. And they all try to kill each other : )

John Gaius is God, and Mercymorn and Augustine are the first and second of his Saints. They're intensely close. Like, they've been together for ten thousand years, they've had at least one threesome, and they were best friends in their previous lives before that. The thing is, Mercy and Augustine sort of suspect that John is lying to them, so they hatch a plan to figure out what he's not telling them. Which turns out to be a LOT. They try to kill him, he kills them instead, and then he spends the whole next book in a dramatic depressive spiral, neglecting his Empire and sleeping with pretty much his entire senior staff. Personally I suspect Augustine and Mercy were 80% of his impulse control, and without them John plans to destroy the solar system and start over from square one.

- (this propaganda is only for John Gaius and Mercymorn the First) Messy quite literally because she atomises him, then he puts himself back together and (again, LITERALLY) rips out her heart.

Also emotionally messy on the basis that this breakup has actually been going on for at LEAST twenty years, and involved two separate threesomes which were actually ploys to a) steal John's sperm and b) distract him from the murder of his best friend.

Important information to note for those who have not read TLT: in killing John, Mercymorn fully believes that the sun will explode and the entire solar system will be destroyed. She ain't afraid of collateral damage in HER breakup.

In terms of relationship categorisation? Who's to say. They're friends they're lovers he's literally her God he wiped her memory and he's been lying to her for ten thousand years it's a whole thing.

[void-occupation]

hi! I'm trying to get other peoples opinion on this-

what do you think alastors human life was like?

sorry it took me so long to answer this one, I've been busy lol

are we talking about what I think for canon, or the headcanon backstory that exists purely for angst? Because those are two veeery different answers lol. I'll just answer the canon opinion, and maybe do another part about my headcanon if anyone's interested

As far as I know, it's been confirmed that Alastor's mother was colored, and at least hinted that she practiced voodoo. I think that his father is also confirmed to be white, and I know we're all pretty sure by now that he was abusive. We know Alastor likely became a radio host, and was a serial killer (obviously lol) who hung around Mimzy frequently enough. For simplicity's sake, I'll say that Alastor was born in the year 1900, making him 33 when he died

Now, for the speculation. I feel like his parents only married when his mother got pregnant, which resulted in her being outcasted from the Vodun community. I believe she still would have taught her beliefs to Alastor, which probably angered his father, who was most likely Catholic based on the most popular religions in the area at the time. I don't know if it would be ore likely that Alastor's father killed his mother and Alastor killed him because of it, or if Alastor killed his father because of the abuse and lived with his mother until she died of illness. Either way, his father ends up out of the picture. For this, I'll say that his mother lived.

Something I don't usually see people take into account is that the US got officially involved in WW1 in 1917, and started drafting 18yo boys in 1918 - ironically enough when Alastor was 18. The law that prevents "the only surviving son" from being drafted wasn't even thought of until 1964, so Alastor wouldn't have been spared from the draft. I believe draft contracts were about 2 years long, so unless he was injured, Alastor would have spent about that much time in combat. He likely had PTSD from that, but they didn't know what that was at the time, so it would have gone untreated.

He gets home when he's 20ish, and eventually becomes a radio host, befriending Mimzy in the process, but he struggles when he comes home. Nothing seems to alleviate the awful feeling building in him since he came back, and then his mother dies. He snaps. Based on that pre-canon comic, Alastor typically targets predators/abusers ("I do hate those who can't show a little more respect towards those of fairer means"), which makes it pretty ironic (or purposeful) that his name literally means "Avenger".

He hears a woman screaming late at night on his way home, and sees a man cornering her in an alley. Maybe the screams remind him of his mother, or the things he saw overseas, or maybe he's just angry, but he picks something up and bludgeons the man to death. Later, he can't stop thinking about how good it felt to end such a miserable creature, so he does it again. And again. Until eventually, he's killed dozens of men just like his father, and he's reporting his own murders on a news broadcast for the police.

I like to think he didn't practice cannibalism until he got to hell. But if he did practice while alive, it probably would have been during the Great Depression. Times have gotten hard, and while he still has his job, money is tight, and it would be so much easier if he just took a cut or two from the man he just murdered.

However, he still has to dispose of the less edible bits (clothes, hair, bones, etc), and he does so in the bayou behind his house. One day though, there was a hunter who for some reason thought he was a deer. Barking Alerts Alastor of his presence, and he takes off, dogs close behind and baying loudly. Then a gunshot cracks through the air, and Alastor feels a split second pain in his head before collapsing to the ground. The bullet somehow didn't kill him, but it did paralyze him, so there's nothing Alastor can do to fight when the dogs eventually begin tearing into him. In the end, it was the blood loss that killed him as he was mauled, and it seemed like an eternity before he finally succumbed to that. (this is what breeds Alastor's severe dislike (read: fear) of dogs

this is pretty rough, but I figured I'd probably better just get it all out at once lol. Let me know what you think!!

[janetbrown711]

How do you torment your favs (aka how have you traumatized some of your favourite characters)?

Well, if we're talking broadly here I mostly give them mommy issues, but lets go character by character here for the nitty gritty/true pattern examination

TW for mentions of miscarriages, abusive parents, and just a lot of trauma

Apple White-- Mommy issues, internalized homophobia that she does mostly get over but it doesn't help when a lot of the world is homophobic to her, body image issues, and a possible eating disorder

Darling Charming-- mommy issues, daddy issues, experiences a lot of homophobia and misogyny

Louie Duck-- Just. Just the worst mommy issues. Wants Della to love him so bad but feels like it's literally impossible because of their differences and his "glaring" flaws and selfishness

Yakko, Wakko, and Dot (Long Live the Queen) (idk how to write normal universe whoopsies)-- Abusive grandmother who actively tries to (and nearly accomplishes) murdering their parents making their parents have to abandon them for a year, Yakko has parentification trauma from that, Wakko gets literally starved and locked in a tower on multiple occassions, and Dot feels like it's all her fault whenever Wakko gets hurt because she's supposed to be the perfect princess. It gets fixed but it do be a lot

Lena Warner (my oc from Long Live the Queen)-- Abusive mother who literally attempted to kill her. Wants very badly to be a proper mother to her children and keep them safe, but her mother has far too much control and power over her for that to be truly possible. Had a runaway marriage in her late teens in order to avoid being married off to some old guy. Her mother's murder attempt caused a miscarriage and robbed her of a year with her children while she had to physically recover from her injuries. Ended up killing her in the end though, so that's good.

MK (dadsy of two)-- dead parents that were incredibly abusive (especially his "mother"), a burning desire for closeness to his guardian that he feels he can't access out of fear of attachment + Pigsy's own distant behavior at unpredictable moments. Desperately wants Pigsy to be his dad and nothing hurts more than when Pigsy actively denies it. Craves affection and praise more than anything in the whole wide world but doesn't know how to accept it/how to react when it happens.

Mei (dadsy of two)-- dead parents who gave her severe perfectionism but died before they could ever apologize/acknowledge/realize any damage done. Blames herself for starting the fire because she knocked over an ancestral artifact (that fire was actually fixed, the fire that killed them is unrelated but she'll never believe that). Wants to be the perfect daughter for Pigsy while also not feeling like she's actually his daughter because of the distance + complicated grief related feelings.

Pigsy (dadsy of two)-- tbh what haven't I done to him? Gave him guilt over the death of Sandy's ex fiancee due to "causing" Sandy's trauma that lead to the incident, gave him mommy and even worse daddy issues, deals with fantasy racism on such a regular basis he believes being distant with MK and Mei (ala saying he isn't their father/he's only their legal guardian) is the only way to really protect them from it (and even that backfires on more than one occasion). Internalized fatphobia. PTSD. Smoker. Severe lack of self esteem. Couldn't give less of a shit about himself and his own health (ESPECIALLY mental) while worrying endlessly about everyone else. Just. just so much trauma for one man. what the fuck.

Tang (all fanfics)-- Abusive, severely homophobic parents who cut him off when he was 19 due to finding out about his homosexuality. Could barely afford food for a year until he met Pigsy and basically relied on his charity in order to not starve to death/suffer the effects of severe malnutrition and still continue his education. Loves Pigsy endlessly and hates watching him torture himself over the littlest things (knows he does the same and feels so helpless every time it happens). Wants to be a dad to MK (and Mei) desperately but worries he's nothing compared to Pigsy. Has constantly had his passions belittled and mocked to the point it's genuinely surprising to him that MK actually likes his stories and the way he does things.

Sandy (all fanfics)-- PTSD, guilt over having missed 20+ years of his best friend's life. In Dadsy of Two he killed his fiancee after a nightmare about the war he and Pigsy had fought. Wanted to be a parent but after that accident, he can't trust himself with another human life like that. Has a hard time trying not to be "the therapist friend" and poking where he shouldn't when it comes to his friend's emotional issues (especially Pigsy's). Had just the worst toxic romance with Pigsy ever that was just the hottest of messes before it all fell apart but they tried to be friends (until his fiance's death) (the time away was very much needed for them both to heal and grow so they could actually be good friends again but it still hurts it took that long).

Pigsy (Li Na AU)-- most of the above but even more trauma around fatherhood, only made worse by the fact he had five miscarriages in the past (only three Tang knows about). Buries that pain instead of talking about it and believes that because Li Na is alive and well the pain is gone (it's not. it lives within him in every waking moment and is why he's so fucking terrified at the thought of losing her or MK).

....So yeah! Just--.... Just so much man, damn wtf someone needs to take them away from me I keep hurting them, wtf---

[mehmetminded]

I’m gonna ramble about Beware of Chicken for a sec. Kay? Kay.

I’m gonna start putting these under a read more since they get kinda long.

In its first book Beware of Chicken asks a simple question. “What if there were no consequences? What if you could fight off the guards? Fight off the army? What if no one could stop you as you did whatever you wanted?”

It’s a question our main man Jin struggles with in that first book. Jin’s answer is more or less “just don’t be a giant dick”, but BoC itself gives a different answer.

The question is flawed. There are always consequences.

Most cultivators spend their whole lives wrapped up in their own petty struggles for immortality. They break and steal and kill, not because they’re necessarily evil, but because to them these actions don’t have consequences. Even Xioulan, ostensibly one of the goodest people in the setting, behaves like this at first. Before she recognizes his strength she briefly considers killing Jin as an “impudent mortal”. Sure she decides not to, but it’s not because killing mortals for being rude is wrong. It’s because this specific mortal has done her a great service and it would be shameful to kill him now.

We can’t put too much blame on her though. She’s a product of her environment. When she is recovering from her PTSD she’s basically told to “get over it” by her sect and even her father. It’s expected that she detach herself from these feelings as other cultivators have. They reiterate to her that “one faces the heavens alone.”

I don’t know about you, but to me that sounds like a great way to avoid thinking about how many people your actions have hurt and killed.

While he doesn’t use the word “consequences” Jin explains in no uncertain terms that every action we take effects other things. He tells Xioluan that everything is connected. The task a person must undertake isn’t deciding how to act when there are no consequences. Rather, it’s coming to the realization that every action has consequences.

Interestingly, this is similar to how children develop empathy. When they are young children have a hard time separating their own thoughts, needs, and experiences from those of others. As we grow we learn that other people are different from us and want or need different things.

The reason people keep assuming Jin is older than he is, is because he actually acts like an adult. Jin’s solution of “don’t be a giant dick” only works for him because he’s already an empathetic person. He considers the needs and feelings of others and works to help them. Not to get something out of them or to make himself feel good. He does it because he’s a grown ass man who knows actions have consequences.

Children throw tantrums and break things when they don’t get their way. They have strong emotions that they don’t know how to handle and don’t know where they come from. They need to be taught that their actions have consequences.

When he steps in at The Dueling Peaks at the end of the third book, Jin goes from Fa Ram’s dad to the dad of every young cultivator in the Azure Hills. He steps in where their actual parents didn’t and teaches them the lesson the rest of the world wasn’t strong enough to.

When your actions result in someone getting hurt it’s your responsibility to make things right again. There are other lessons to be learned and more growing to be done, but this lays the foundations for real empathy.

“If you break something, fix it.”

[witchofhimring]

From Green to Blue

Chapter 1: Eren leaves you for your best friend. As you wander the cold streets of Shiganshina, you wonder were everything went wrong.

This is a rewrite of From Green to Blue that I started two years ago on my og platform @blueroses789. While the story itself has not changed the characters and their development are given more exploration.

Every chapter in this series has been based off this song. Originally I was going to base this song off "Traitor" by Olivia Rodrigo, but realized that what I had in mind for chapter one does not fit. So instead I based it off of "Reckless" by Madison Beer.

Warnings: Angst, smut, mental health issues, ptsd, pregnancy

What was the first memory of your parents? For Y/n it was a towering figure looming overhead, white walls on all sides. Your mothers face was not clear. Whether it was time or pure terror that had washed away the details was unknown. At that time your room had been mostly bare. There was little to remember except whitewalls that gave the room a sterile atmosphere. The room and your mother was left behind, but the fear never did.

The first thing you remember about Eren Yeager were his eyes. Never before had you seen such vibrant green eyes. Eyes that were bottle green like sea-glass. But it was not the colour that drew you to them, at least not completely. You thought that even if Eren's eyes were the most unappealing colour they would still be entrancing. The life those eyes held, how easy it was to read them. How those eyes lit up when he was passionate about something. It had been Eren's passion that attracted you to him. It was those eyes that drew your attention to him. You remembered the way he looked at you. How those teal eyes seemed to hold you as if you hung the moon. It gave you a feeling of euphoria that you thought would last forever. But recently, that has faded. Now all he looked at you with was indifference.

You weren’t sure when it happened. Just that one day Eren's eyes no longer looked upon you with affection. Now they observed you with a cool detachment. You wished they were filled with hate, at least if he hated you it meant something was still there.

You chalked it up to Eren having a hard time at work and his mother being sick again. It started with him being stressed, then distant. You tried talking with him, but he would blow you off. Then he would leave at all hours and not answer your calls. It was at that point that you wondered if he was seeing someone. But every time you tried to speak to him about it, you were called paranoid. That was where you were naive. Because now he only looked at her with those eyes.

They say eyes are windows to the soul. Such lofty ideas should have been dismissed by a woman with your life experience. Maybe being in a relationship had made you overly romantic. Bit by bit you saw how he stopped loving you. It killed you when he started to treat you like nothing. You tried to speak to his friends. Armin was a great help. Sometimes he came over when Eren had left to meet someone, and cook dinner. But it didn’t fix your relationship. You had tried everything from doing things for him to trying to get talk with him. You considered counseling, but he refused to go.

You stood in the doorway leading to the bathroom, watching Eren as he fixed his hair. You smiled lovingly at your boyfriend. Hopefully, you thought, he might pay you mind. “Who are you going to see?” It was 10:12 in the night, so you wondered who Eren was seeing this late at night. You two had been tense all day. Eren’s mother was sick again and had to be hospitalized. She would be fine, but it was still a stressful time for him. You did your best to support him during these times. You had learned from a young age that it was always important to be there for those you loved. 'When you stop loving someone, do not be surprised if they leave.' Your mother had said. A wretched woman you had not seen in years, but perhaps she was right. As a young girl you had sometimes lost friends. Even years later you lay awake dwelling on the past. The long lost relationships did not even matter that much to you. Those "friends" had never been truly close to you, yet it mattered all the same.

Despite this, it was becoming a bit difficult when Eren was snapping at you every minute. 'I already told you, I’m seeing a friend.' He said shortly. Your eyes closed. The fondness that they held a minute ago had left. You were tired of this. Was it so hard for him to show you one moment of kindness? It wasn’t always like this. Yes, you had your ups and downs. But there had always been a light at the end of the tunnel. Without so much as looking at you, he brushed past you. Tears brought itself to the surface. Fuck. This hurt.

Not that you didn’t continue trying. You spent hours watching videos titles to the likes of "How to get buy bf's attention" and taking no of everything. Going to your gynecologist they told you everything was alright. This was a relief as you worried something was wrong down there. Then to the dentist. Still, there was no sign of ill health or anything that might off-put someone. You knew Eren's true pain lay in his mothers illness. How badly you wanted to help it. But it was becoming so hard with his careless cruelty. You had considered discussing it with him but resolved not it. 'It would only be selfish. His mother may be dying and here you are whining.' And so silent you remained.

The next day, you had spent hours getting ready. There was no important occasion, other than your desperation to get any form of love from him. There was no detail untouched. Multiple products were used in the crusade to salvage the relationship. Soon the bathroom smelt of strawberry and vanilla. 'And you will have a scent your boyfriend will not be able to resist!' The video had said. Coming out of the shower, a message from Eren appeared on your phone.

Eren: Be home soon.

Rushing to the bedroom you put on the green slip Eren bought for you. It was expensive, but was it wrong to treat yourself every now and then? You put on a large white t-shirt over it that went down to your knees. Predictably, Eren came home in a crappy mood. Not his worst, but not great. He let you take his bag and coat, then went to sit down in the living room. 'How was your day?' You sat down beside him. 'Fine. Just busy.' Eren closed his eyes. Deciding he didn’t want to be bothered at the moment. You stood up and quickly got dinner ready. Pasta seemed simple enough, plus Eren liked it. The whole time Eren didn’t say a thing to you. Normally this wouldn’t be something to be concerned about. But Eren had been like this for a while. Dinner was a silent affair with you attempting to start a conversation every now and then. As you washed the dishes Eren went into the bedroom. You heard him speaking to someone on the phone, though you couldn’t hear what he was saying.

'Hey.' You wrapped your arms around his waist from the back. His hair was down now. Carding your fingers through his hair, you press a kiss to his temple. 'It’s late. Wanna head to bed?' Eren shrugged and allowed you to lead him inside. It was dark except for the fairy lights you liked to hang around the place. You helped Eren undress and then slipped off your dress. Eren pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, causing your heart to skip a beat. This was the most affection he had shown you in a while. 'See? He loves you.' You thought.

“I love you.” Gently you pushed him onto the bed and straddled his waist. Pressing kisses from his cheekbones to his collar, you were desperate to show your love. He had been so stressed out and you wanted him to know you loved him. Hands gripped his hips as you went lower. Eren’s hands weaved tightly in your hair as you took him into your mouth. He gave a few shallow thrusts before fucking your mouth. “Fuck.” He groaned. You didn’t like this. It wasn’t the act itself that was the problem, but Eren’s attitude. Or rather lack of it. He seemed to just be using you as no more than someone he was sleeping with. No sense of caring in him. You normally loved to get him to the point where he abandoned any politeness and just fucked you. But this was different. Before, no matter how rough, you never felt used. There was always love and afterwards he always made sure you were well. This time you felt so demeaned. At least prostitutes were payed for these services. So you just let him use you, hands painfully digging into your scalp. You just wanted approval, even at your expense. After the deed was done, he got on top of you and thrust right into you. It hurt. So you just looked up at the white ceiling, hoping to get this over with.

💔

You met Hannah during the second year of High School. To avoid your mother you joined afterschool clubs. On Mondays you attended the Business Club. Despite not sounding altogether appealing it was actually quite popular. A group, mostly girls, would talk about their business ideas. Surrounded by friends you were showing them a picture of your imagined herb business when she walked in. A shy first year, Hannah more shuffled in than walked. Back then she had been gangly and slightly awkward looking. The moment you saw she was summoned over. 'What's your name?' She replied and from that day onwards it was history. Soon the two of you were friends and went everywhere together. No longer alone, Hannah was now part of a large group.

Meeting Eren came about several years later, during the first year of University. Your only took philosophy out of a passing interest. Arriving late, he decided to sit right beside you. You had acknowledged him as handsome but had no real interest as you never spoke to him, and only saw him in class. That all changed during a class project. As he sat beside you it was the two of you together. Upon finding out Eren would be your partner you nearly burned up. He sent you a dazzling smile, damn him.

Both of you met up in one of the many libraries. It was late but thankfully the University buildings were open late. Sitting on the windowsill you watched Eren read the passage allowed. Of the two Eren was better at this subject. These sessions mostly consisted of you listening and writing things down as Eren spoke. Unlike you Eren actually went into the course knowing a thing or two about the subject. 'Existentialism. The concept of an individual pursuing their own freedom.' Eren read from the heavy textbook. Curled in you wrote it down. 'Do you think this should be our opening?' You asked. 'No. It won't make sense unless we give some context first. Maybe we should bring up a philosopher first.' You felt a bit lazy having Eren take the lead. But there was really nothing else to do about it.

'Here, take a look at this.' Moving to sit beside Eren, you looked to the page titled "To have freedom it to err". Being somewhat familiar with his works you flipped through the chapter before going back to the beginning. Fritz had been an Eldian king and philosopher in the 14th century, shortly before Eldia when from an empire to merely a kingdom. As you went through the pages you could sense animosity pouring from Eren. Concerned, and slightly alarmed, you looked up. His green eyes were lit up in a way you did not like. Not the way he looked during intense discussions, where he was passionate but angry. 'Are you alright?' You said it quietly, so as to not attract his angry. Trying to appear small as possible you wondered if running away was the best course of action.

Eren's face sagged for a moment before he jumped slightly. Relief filled you when it became clear that he may not have meant to look so menacing. 'Oh, sorry. Hadn't meant to startle you.' Looking abashed Eren looked to the ground. 'Not a fan of his.' 'Oh?' Curious, you sat up properly and inched towards him. Seeing a captive audience Eren started. 'His weakness it just.... just disgusting.' Sounding thourly repelled

Handing the book back you watched Eren flip through the pages. And as you did so a feeling of unease settled into you. because when had you ever pursued your own freedom?

💔

It all came crashing down. It had been the end of a terrible week. You had failed a test, had to extend an assignment and Eren had continued to show you the cold shoulder. All you wanted to do was take of this fucking green dress, have a nice long bath, lay down, and cry. To your surprise, Eren wasn’t alone in your small apartment. Sitting beside him at the kitchen table was your best friend, Hannah. It had been first year University and you were having difficulty making friends. Shiganshina was a small town where everyone knew each other, so it was hard. Social groups had already been formed years ago. It had been your philosophy class that you first met. You had acknowledged him as handsome but had no real interest as you never spoke to him, and only saw him in class. It was only when the two of you got placed in the same group project halfway through the year did you get to know him. Oh how you wished you didn’t. Because that was when you first fell for him. It wasn’t immediate. You started out as friends, and soon enough you found yourself going to every movie, drink, and bowling night together. You had such a good time that you started to invite your closest friend. That was your second mistake.

💔

You walked arm in arm with a girl by your side. Hannah was the type of girl to get stared at as she passed by. She was gorgeous with shoulder length blonde hair and wide adorable brown eyes. Her smile was one that could make anyone's day. The dimples at the corner of her mouth gave her innocence and charm. You and Hannah were like sisters. Being raised as an only child you were delighted to have Hannah. Having a low contact relationship with your mother and your father being absent (he left after mother became pregnant, so the story goes), you created a new family. Hannah, Biannca, Eren, Mikasa and others made up this newfound group. It almost made you nightmare that was your childhood. Cold white walls, mother pacing angrily downstairs, cigar smoke. All that was replaced with colour, kindness and warmth. Or so you had hoped.

Spring had just dawned over the town of Shinganshina. Walking arm in arm with Eren as you discussed what to say. Although you loved Eren you knew he could be harsh without meaning to. Hannah had just caught her boyfriend of two years in the arms of another woman and was naturally distraught. For the past month Hannah had been holed up in her room, practically a prisoner to her pain. Your heart ached for her. In her position you would be little better. Constantly you visited her in an attempt to provide comfort. Today you decided to take her out for breakfast, the meal being on you.

She was waiting for you by the café entrance. Today she was dressed in a white jacket and blue jeans, looking tired. The second Hannah saw you she smiled, looking between you and Eren. "Hey Hannah. O, yes, Eren you probably remember Hannah.

💔

That was why, one cold November day, it was a complete surprise to see Eren and Hannah both sitting at the table whispering conspiratorially. The moment you walked in they fell silent. Shiftily Hannah leaned back in the chair, not even looking you in the eye. Eren on the other hand was looking at you in the eyes. It would have been better if he did not. Those dull eyes made you want to dig a deep hole and curl up in it. Suddenly Hannah was leaning into Eren. A lump formed in your throat making you feel dizzy. A horrible feeling settled in your stomach as an idea occurred to you.

It was like everything seemed to be leading up. Eren disappearing at odd hours. Hannah, your supposed best friend not answering your calls. Now that you thought about it, her behavior was odd. You had been so focused on Eren that you never suspected she was involved in any way. Well, at least you now knew why she wasn’t hanging around you anymore.

You knew what he would say before Eren opened his mouth. Yet it still hurt like a punch to the gut. “Y/n. Hannah and I have been talking and I think it’s best if we broke up.” He said it so bluntly, without the slightest hint of sadness in his voice. Just the usual monotone voice he had been using as of late. “Have you two been-” Your throat was painfully dry. You couldn't believe it. You had suspected Eren had been seeing someone, but you had no proof. And you were afraid that if you said anything, he would immediately leave you for her. You guessed that was a mistake. “So you’ve been cheating.” Tears filled your eyes as you grit your teeth. “We would never!” Hannah had the nerve to sound offended. You looked at her. “Oh really? So you didn’t open your legs for my boyfriend earlier.” The fact that it was her, your best friend, made this so much worse. You had spent sleepless nights wondering if there was someone else, he was with, and who she was. Was she prettier? Smarter? What was it about her that made Eren uninterested in you? Hannah’s eyes filled with tears. At one time, Hannah’s tears would have gained sympathy from you. But now all they did was infuriate you to no end. Your heartbeat painfully in your chest painfully. Blood ran hot, thundering in your ears. “Oh fuck off you crybaby.” Hannah flinched at your voice. Eren immediately turned on you. “That's enough Y/n.” You gaped at Eren. It was like you were talking to a stranger. The look on his face made you want to throw up. It wasn’t just distant this time. You had only seen that look once. It had been when some girl from your college campus had been harassing you and he had stepped in. It seemed that he now saw you in the same light, the person who was harming the one he loved.

It ended with you leaving the apartment to get some air. Eren reminded you that your things still needed to be taken out. He said this with his arm around Hannah’s shoulders. As you snatched your coat Hannah came up to you. You refrained from saying anything that might get Eren to snap at you. “Y/n, we’re trying to be kind to you. We will give you time to move out.” You couldn’t fucking believe this. Hannah was acting as if they were doing you a favor.

Right now, you are walking the dark streets of Shiganshina. You could barely see due to the tears welling up in your eyes. Sobs tore from your throat to the point it hurt. But you couldn’t stop, you didn’t want to stop. It was like a piece of your heart had been ripped from you by the two most important people in your life. You could barely breathe. After four years of being together, everything is over. That night you didn’t sleep, just wandered around till the sun rose in the sky. As the orange glow covering the sky like a blanket the city lit up your way, you thought about the times you had watched the sunrise with Eren. For a while you looked over the city from the forest cliff. Everything was coming to life again. Everything except your heart.

Note: I started this fanfic a while back and then sort of disappeared. I apologize. It was just that I lost motivation and wasn't happy with the original. What I will do is edit this book and then post the last few chapters. I want to thank everyone who read my story in the past, and is reading this now.

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[autistic-writer-angel]

Angel

It occurred to me that not everyone is going to read Rise and Fall (Rude! Just kidding!🙃)

If you do want to read it, here's the link:

If not, I figured maybe I should also introduce Angel here. So, that's what this is (may add to this as I go):

Name: Angel Bingham

Species: Human

Nationality: English

Birthday: 25th December

Age: 10 (debut to The Great Christmas Rescue); 11 (The Great Christmas Rescue to A Very Vegimal Christmas); 12 (A Very Vegimal Christmas to end of original series); 13 (Caves of Sac Actun, onward)

Debut: Between episodes 12 and 13 (Monster Map and Lost Sea Star)

Role: Just someone who helps the Octonauts (or tries to, anyway), later Junior Octo-Agent

Home: Octopod

Physical Appearance: Longish dark brown curly hair; pale blue eyes with a streak of brown in her right eye; freckles; short; pudgy; wears a purple and white striped T-shirt and dark blue overalls (I wish I could add a picture, but I can't draw to save my life.)

Personality: Shy, sweet, sensitive, caring, clumsy, curious, anxious, unsure of herself, energetic, excitable, brave (sometimes)

Likes: Writing, reading, swimming, adventure, going on research missions, riding in the GUPs, listening to music, playing with her stim toys, helping the Octonauts, hanging out with the Octonauts, hanging out with her stuffed turtle Flossie, animals

Dislikes: Staying still, wearing skirts or dresses, getting up early, having her hair up or brushed, sports, vomit, screwing up and feeling useless (both of which she thinks she does a lot)

Fears: Fire, sudden loud noises, storms, the dark, needles, getting older, polar bears (formerly), tight spaces (after the Caves of Sac Actun)

Family:

Ben Bingham (father, deceased)

Sally Bingham (mother, deceased)

Grace Bingham (older sister, status unknown)

Benji Bingham (older brother, status unknown)

Skylar Bingham (younger sister, status unknown)

Captain Barnacles (surrogate father)

Shellington

Kwazii (surrogate brother)

Peso (surrogate brother)

Dashi (surrogate sister)

Tweak

Professor Inkling (surrogate grandfather)

Vegimals

Flossie (stuffed animal)

Physical health conditions: None, although she is a little more sensitive to the cold after having hypothermia

Mental health conditions: Autism, ADHD, social anxiety and PTSD

Trivia:

Favourite GUP is the GUP-P

Favourite kelp cake flavour is Neapolitan

Favourite colours are blue and purple

Sleepwalks and sleeptalks

At 13, she's only a fraction shorter than Peso

Understands Vegimalese, but can't really speak it

Backstory:

When Angel was eight, she moved from England to Australia with her parents and her three siblings. In Australia, they lived on a boat.

However, while out on the boat when Angel was ten, a huge storm hit. A lightning strike set fire to the boat and killed her father. A gigantic wave hit, throwing Angel and her mother overboard, resulting in the death of the latter.

Angel held onto her backpack in the water and washed up on a deserted island. Six days later, Shellington found her, suffering from hypothermia and a broken leg. Luckily, the Octonauts came to her rescue, but Angel must adjust to life without her family and with an unusual new family, having learned that animals can talk. To make things worse, she's scared of Captain Barnacles.

Fortunately, she was able to get over her fear. Although, it did take her four months. She got stuck on the side of a cliff while rescuing a little penguin chick (one of Peso's cousins) and the Captain offered her his paw to pull her to safety.

The Octonauts were pretty shocked when Angel hugged the Captain after that. Until then, she would scream every time he came near her!

[local-crying-boy]

Not me who made a Hadir Karim playlist because I couldn't find any and had to put matters into my own hands..

Playlist link for those who actually want to listen here

Not like it's a very long one or one that might be very connected to Hadir, just songs that make me think of him every time they start playing.

Here are the songs that are on the playlist:

1. waiting Room (Phoebe Bridgers)

“Know it’s for the better” He stole the gas and used it because he wanted Urzikstan to be free. And “Plus, I know whatever happened to me, I know it’s for the better” because let’s be honest he probably knew he was going to die at some point, and he knew that it most likely wasn’t going to be from natural causes, not with the war he grew up in.

2. Fool (Bôa)

“You and I, born as fools now.” I don’t know what it is about this line, but it hits and it makes me think of Hadir. Maybe because he used the gas, making Farah despise him. “You and I think, think we rule now” this mf became Commander at some point, which just ENRAGES Farah, no?

3. O Superman (Laurie Anderson)

Well, does this song need any explaining? I found this song on a Farah playlist (made by one of my favourite Tumblr accounts, hence me making a post about the Hadir playlist). So if this song makes me think of Farah, it immediately makes me think of Hadir.

4. Love and War (Fluerie)

Love and War, says it in the title, no? Plus, “the truth begins to show”? Him using the stolen gas to save Farah and Alex, but only killing the Russian army and some ULF soldiers (if I remember correctly). And don’t even get me started on “lover, hunter, friend and enemy, you will always be every one of these.” UGHHH it's such a good line and I think that it represents Hadir very well, maybe alongside Farah too.

5. In the house - In a Heartbeat (John Murphy)

Do I really need a reason for this song? It's so good and it makes me think of numerous edit ideas (despite the fact that I give up on editing the minute I open Capcut), just the vibe and sound reminds me of Hadir, makes me think of his whole character development, his story, ect:

6.Forest (Twenty One Pilots)

"The situation's becoming dire" The line makes me think of the moment when Hadir calls Alex to help him get the gas, making it be used and everything kicking off and him becoming the enemy. "And for some reason I smell gas on my hands" well, this needs no explanation. "This is not what I had planned" Although I think that Hadir knew that Farah would have gone against him the moment he decided to use the gas, I feel like he wouldn't expect her to basically turn on him so much that it seemed like she didn't love him anymore.

7.Army Dreamers (Kate Bush)

I think everyone can see why I put this song on here, not only because it is such an amazing song, but also because Hadir is obviously a solider. Also, I know the song's meaning is about a mother grieving her son dying because of war. HOWEVER, the song does heavily remind me of PTSD that soldiers suffer from (more so from the music video where all their eyes are wide, which kinda is like Shell Shock/PTSD), and I'm 100% certain that Hadir, like any other character is CoD, would suffer from some type of mental illness, or nightmares, or grief/guilt from being soldiers.

8. I know it's over (The Smiths)

The repeat phrase of 'Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head" just makes me think of how he died and, in my head, I have an image of him just dead and, well, we know his and Farah's parents are dead. I don't know how to explain it exactly, been staring at this paragraph trying to figure out what the hell I'm trying to say. But it just makes me think a lot of him and his mother, because I seriously get vibes from him that he was a mama's boy before she passed.

9. Advice (Alex G)

"The world is full of fishes, but I trust you" really makes me think of him and Farah, because the two of them would have had to relied on each other at a young age after their parents died and when they were building up ULF and during their time in prison. They would have had a lot of trust in one another, which makes sense with the amount of pure betrayal and rage we hear in Farah's voice when she finds out Hadir stole the gas and then used it. The two of them would have had such an almost unbreakable relationship, not only because they are siblings, they trusted one another and they went through so much, they would have HAD to have trusted each other.

10. Poison Tree (Grouper)

This song alone has so much emotion to it, it ALTERS my brain chemistry. I love this song, so it just meant I had to link it to one of my favourite characters. Which, therefore, means it has a place on the playlist.

11. The Hand that feeds (The Crane Wives)

This song screams Farah, but I feel like it could apply to both Hadir and Farah. Afterall, the both of them are doing a tiring job that is going to both mentally and physically drain them. It's dangerous and they know it. "My papa taught me how to growl, how to bear my teeth and growl", although in the scene where we see of kid Farah and Hadir, their father turns to Hadir and says to 'stay strong for Farah', this is probably one of the many reasons why he does so much for her, even if makes her fucking despise Hadir for what he's done.

12. I wait for you (Alex_g_offline)

"I wait for you" I don't know what is it about the repeated line that makes me think so much about Hadir, about his whole character, but for some reason it really does.

13. If we have each other (Alec Benjamin

The song that makes me, really, think of any two characters that are related. "So I'm thankful for my sister, even though sometimes we fight" the line is more so towards the usual sibling type fights that happens throughout with growing up with siblings, which would easily be able to apply to the two of them. However, it also makes me think about the fact that Hadir still loves Farah and calls her sister, even when she hates him. When he was dying, he even said to her that he still loves her even though she hates him now (something along those lines)

14.Where'd all the time go? (Dr. Dog)

"There ain't no way to sweep up the mess that we've made" I know it says 'we' but I think that Hadir regrets what he did, even if he believes that it helps winning against the Russian army, I don't think he likes that fact that Farah hates him over it and he knows that he can't do anything to fix that, to 'sweep up the mess'. There's no fixing that, there was no fixing that broken trust between them after that.

[holly-louisexox]

Ribcage X Andy Biersack- Part 30

Masterlist

"There's one thing you should know about me Delia Vincent, I don't date. Got no heart to break and emptiness is safe, keep it that way."

He was adamant in his choices...

...But then things changed.

Author's note:

One breif mention of the deadly C word (cancer). As always, please look after yourselves friends. Also dives deeper into Delia's PTSD.

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Sam Todd came from money, he was rich, and everyone knows that rich people can get good lawyers. Delia was terrified about going to court against him but she knew that she had to, if not for herself for the other women he had killed. However, Sam was smart and his lawyer even smarter.

"Your honour, I would like to bring forward the point that Miss Vincent had been drinking the night of meeting my client Mr Todd, she agreed to go back with him but clearly does not remember this. Linking this with the medical reports of PTSD and lack of sleep due to the tour she had just finished, of course, Miss Vincent would not remember this and would hallucinate the morbid things she claims Mr Todd had told her." The lawyer states confidently.

"Objection, Miss Vincent suffers PTSD as a result of the kidnapping and assault Mr Todd put her through. I have also confirmed with the band and their management that the tour was evenly spread out to allow time to rest and relax so as not to pressurise any tour members and to prevent illness." Delia's lawyer interjects.

"Objection, it can be seen that Miss Vincent went through a traumatic event 3 years ago when her Father was diagnosed with prostate cancer and was near death at one point. That is enough for PTSD to form, the stress of being away from her parents is enough to trigger those memories." Sam's lawyer states; how did she know about her dad Delia wonders.

 "Objection, relevance." Delia's lawyer shouts slightly.

"Overruled, I'll allow it." The judge states firmly back at Delia's lawyer "Please do continue your case, Miss Brown."

The court case went on for a few hours before the judge called the case to an end, allowing the jury to be dismissed and to make their decision on whether Sam was guilty or not guilty. Sam's lawyer was clever in twisting the truth. Delia's injuries? She had blamed Delia for being unstable and throwing herself out of the window. There were no weapons found in Sam's house and no blood was discovered either allowing the lawyer to deny Sam murdering those other women.

The next day the court was called back into session after the jury had reached a decision. Delia felt sick to her stomach and wished Andy could be there alongside her, instead, he had been stuck in Los Angeles leaving her alone in Seattle. Lonny had offered to attend alongside her however a snowstorm in Canada prevented him from flying and she would not dare ask anyone else.

"We have reached a verdict, your honour." A spokesperson from the Jury announces "We find Mr Todd not guilty and declare Miss Vincent insane."

"Very well, Mr Todd is free to leave and Miss Vincent will be taken to a secure facility to receive treatment." The judge confirms before hitting his hammer on the table "Court dismissed."

"Andy?" Delia answers her phone as she hears it ring.

"You know it was just sex right? I never actually liked you, I just pitied you." Andy states coldly "At least now you can get the help you so desperately need, goodbye Delia."

"Andy! Andy, please don't leave me!" Delia cries before hearing the call cut off.

"Delia?" Tamara then appears beside her.

"Mum! They're going to take me away!" Delia continues to cry "Please don't let them take me!"

"No one is taking you away Petal." Tamara explains calmly stroking Delia's hair.

"They're taking me away!" Delia is hysterical at this moment.

“Delia, listen to me. No one is taking you away, I promise." Tamara is now lightly shaking Delia's shoulders. "I need you to wake up for me."

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"Mum?" Delia cries as she jolts up from her bed exiting her slumber; it was all a bad dream, but it felt so real.

"You're okay honey." Tamara smiles warmly pulling Delia into a hug and allowing her daughter to cry on her shoulder

"What time is it?" Delia asks noticing it was still dark outside.

"It's about 4 am." Tamara informs Delia as she continues to hug her close. "What happened Petal?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Delia sighs trying to calm her crying "Please don't tell Andy."

"Delia, you were shouting for Andy not to leave you and said someone was going to take you away." Tamara worries as she gently rubs Delia's back. "Andy seems a fine young man. I think he would want to know about this, and I know he cares for you, he'd want to reassure you."

"He'd think I'm  crazy." Delia sniffles pulling away from Tamara and looking at her.

"Delia, you've been through something I can only imagine was terrifying, it's okay to lean on those who love and care for you." Tamara tries to reassure Delia.

"Maybe you're right." Delia smiles lightly.

"Aren't I always?" Tamara teases earning a light chuckle from Delia "Try and go back to sleep for a little bit D. As much as I don't think Andy will not care if you fell asleep on him, I'd recommend you not do that."

"Good idea." Delia smiles settling back into her bed and duvet "Goodnight mum."

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"Delia, Andy's here!" Tamara shouts for Delia from the front door.

"Okay, I'll be down in a minute!" Delia shouts back from upstairs.

"Andy please, come in." Tamara smiles moving aside to allow Andy to walk into the house "How are you doing today?"

"I'm very well thank you, Mrs Vincent." Andy smiles "You're looking well, how was your evening with Delia last night?"

"Andy please, there's no need for the formality, just call me Tamara." Tamara smiles as she and him walk into the living room "Although I do have to confess, I'm a little bit worried about Delia, I was hoping you could help and maybe try and talk to her."

"What happened? Is she okay?" Andy panics; as horrible as it seems, seeing Andy panic reassured Tamara. It was nice to see that her daughter was in safe hands.

"About 4 am this morning I had to wake up her because she was screaming out from a bad dream. She was begging you not to leave her and claiming someone was going to take her away." Tamara smiles sadly.

"Oh God, the nurse at the hospital warned me about things like this after what she's been through. I know it's going to get worse before it gets better, but I'm worried it will get so bad that she'll do something reckless. She likely won't accept too much help either." Andy sighs.

"You're right about not accepting help, I love her and Nick dearly but their stubbornness drives me up the wall sometimes." Tamara shakes her head grinning slightly. "She won't talk to me about it either."

"I can try but I'm not sure if she'll tell me if she won't even tell you, I know you're both close." Andy smiles at Tamara.

"Mum? Andy?" Delia calls from the hallway.

"Living room dear!" Tamara confirms "Feel free to visit whenever you like Andy, even if that means staying a night You're always welcome here."

Andy understood what Tamara meant by that comment. She was suggesting Andy stay the night to bring Delia some comfort either to get her to open up about the bad dream if it were to happen again or to chase it away completely, but he had to be smart about it. If Delia suspects that Tamara had spoken to him about what had happened, she would never agree to let him stay with her the night. Instead, he had to think of a way to make it about himself.

"Are you ready to go Andy?" Delia asks as she hobbles into the living room.

"Yeah." Andy nods before standing up from the sofa "It was lovely seeing you again Tamara." 

"Feel free to visit any time Andy." Tamara smiles although Andy knew it was just a reminder of what they had just spoken about without Delia's knowing.

"Thank you." Andy smiles at her.

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"It's so nice to have a phone that actually works now." Delia laughs before taking a sip of her coffee; caramel of course. "Could you add my new number into the groupchat please? It'll be easier for the others to reach me then rather than send out a message to all of them."

"Yeah of course, let me do it now before I forget." Andy laughs alongside her grabbing his phone.

"Thank you." Delia smiles after receiving the notification that Andy had added her to the group. "Is it weird for you being back in Ohio?"

"A little, I kind of feel like a ghost." Andy smiles looking at Delia;  she looked anxious and he could guess why.

"So what? After Christmas you go back to LA and forget all about me?" Delia questions as she lays all of her anxiety on the table; the nightmare Tamara told Andy about, the fears of everything, it was hitting Delia and harder than what Andy wanted to see.

"Of course not, I could never forget about you Delia." Andy's smile falls and he carefully takes Delia's hand in his as if she may break from any sudden or hard movements, as if she was the finest china. "You know we all want you on our next tour, the guys and Shevy adore you and you're great at what you do. Plus I can easily come to Ohio or you can visit my place in LA."

"That's true." Delia nods timidly.

"Or a crazier idea, and there's no pressure for this, you could move to LA." Andy speaks casually as not to scare Delia as he watches for her facial expression "I know you've been trying to move out of your parent's house for a while now."

"I could never afford LA." Delia sighs looking down at her hand in Andy's; she'd love to move to LA, she was has as she knows it would give her better job opportunity and now she'd be closer to Andy. As much as she did not want to admit it, she needed Andy, but she was never good at asking for help or accepting help even when it was given to her.

"How about this then..." Andy begins before rubbing his thumb over Delia's knuckles "You could move into the spare room I have? I know it's out there and I won't expect an answer right nowbut that could also be an option and I know what you're going to be thinking, if the money side is going to bother you then I'll let you tag into the bills."

"I'll have to think about it, but that sounds great Andy." Delia nods tightening her grip on Andy's hand slightly as if she was scared he would slip away from her.

"Like I said, there's no pressure and I won't be offended if you choose not to." Andy smiles lightly squeezing her hand to reassure her.

"Andy?" Delia starts looking up at him "Can you stay with me tonight? I'm scared."

"Of course." Andy smiles back "Always."

[starlightmeissa]

hello! i love all your writing so much - your characters are super unique and refreshing, i was so excited when i saw your new naruto si/oc. do you have any fic recs (any fandom)?

TY!! i dont really make rec lists often but here's some now!

(sidenote, i keep almost ALL of my bookmarks public on ao3, so if you ever want to see what i'm reading you can probably find it there)

I'll just stick to naruto recs for now!

Naruto

Stretch, Fold, Expand by SenjuMizusaya

Kazue has not always been Kazue, but this does not make her less of a Nara, or less of a kunoichi, or less of a sister. Only less gullible. (Semi-SI into the Narutoverse.)

self insert into shikamaru's sister. there's only three chapters right now, but the clan political intrigue is super promising, as well as addressing a lot of canonical sexism.

Fallow Fields by zarinthel

For every rising star that the shinobi world produces, a hundred other geniuses are chewed up and spit out. Seiko crawls out of that grinder, only to find that she still has the rest of her life to face head on.

another si that is named seiko. completely embarrassed that i used the name as well without realizing, especially since this fic is so excellent and i would hate to cramp on the author's style.

a fic that is more focused on a slice of life story than an endless power grind, though the si does get a chance to be badass and awesome.

Glass Marionette by Haunted_Frost

It takes time to process the memories, but by the time Kankuro becomes a student at the Sunagakure Academy, he's certain he knows: he's in the Naruto universe, a village away, and he's standing next to a ticking time bomb at all times. One that he has an unfortunate urge to hug and tuck in for bed. Well, at least he gets to indulge in his inner theater kid with the whole puppet thing. That's a bonus. If he can just manage to wait out the worst of it, he might even become strong enough to make a difference in the upcoming war.

si into kankuro methodically destroys canon and makes a happy ending for people in under 100k words. marvelous, gay, and it's suna centric.

If 3 Reincarnated Ninja Were Fighting a Moon Goddess and One of Them Got Killed With a Rock, Would That Be Fucked Up Or What by mordox

Three random idiots were transmigrated into bodies of Konoha toddlers during the kyuubi attack. Each thinking they’re the only one who remembers a past life, they each try to hide it. Coincidentally, they are all assigned to Hatake Kakashi’s genin team since they were only average academy students and don’t have parents to complain about their children being failed via bell test, which happened with the last three teams he was assigned. What follows is three fools trying to hide their knowledge from each other and their jounin-sensei while desperately trying to reach chunin fast enough that Kakashi can teach the actual team seven, and a jounin-sensei who is very confused by his three genin but has so few (read: zero) points of reference for normal twelve year olds raised during peacetime that he can’t tell if they’re weird or not.

fucking hilarious. i'm not usually into multi-inserts but oh my GOD these three are disasters, and kakashi is just so confused. a series of assumptions from all three PLUS kakashi convincing them all that they're Normal.

"i sure hope no one realizes i just used the acronym PTSD, as in the english letters in the middle of my japanese sentence." "oh, i didn't know PTSD was a term in naruto. wow."

it's like watching a train wreck in slow motion. you can't look away.

The Scorpion and the Frog by zarinthel

Maybe the fate of Uchiha Itachi and the Uchiha Clan could have been changed if Itachi had just had one more family member he could trust -- someone as powerful, invested in Konoha, and devoted to the clan as him. Someone with a little extra knowledge up her sleeve. Unfortunately for Itachi, the Uchiha's abysmal luck with siblings has given him… Kaeru.

another zarinthel fic bc they are a super skilled and i appreciate them. completed fic. a genuinely good subversion of usual si tropes while still making the si op and kick ass. she's just uh. a little mentally ill about it. the entire time. and we love that for her.

THAT'S ALL FOR NOW! i hope you enjoy these!

[hannahwatcheshorror]

TERRIFIER 3 (2024)

😿Rat smashed/squashed

It took them three (3) movies to make a decent film but hey, Terrifier 3 is actually alright to watch if you enjoy a slasher where folks who don’t necessarily deserve it get tortured. Creative weapons/kills and overall Sienna being in this again made for a memorable character plus I like what they do with her character. They even expound on the magic more in this one and it makes the way they explained the lore in Terrifier 2 look like a sick joke.

⭐⭐⭐

Trigger Warning Suicide (?), genital mutilation, PTSD

Our movie begins with Art the Clown, I mean, Santa, breaking into a normal family's home and loving them to bits and pieces… Yeah, let’s go with that. Five (5) years earlier though, Art's biggest fan gives birth to his head and kills herself after breaking out of asylum. Sienna is back but her brother is nowhere to be seen. I guess we just forgot about him from the second movie after Art started to cannibalize his legs but that seems like a small detail to kick someone out of a sequel for. Sienna is having PTSD hallucinations about the friends she lost in the previous film. This visitation is actually very well done and haunting as Sienna blames herself for her friend's early and gruesome demise. And also the brother is in this movie, he’s just in college and no one said anything about him until nearly 40 minutes into the film. Seriously. I wish I were joking.

Sienna is having a hard time, what with the dead parents and all the dead friends and some fangirl at her brother's college who wants to interview her about being a survivor of the Miles County Clown (AKA Art the Clown). She enjoys being at her Aunt's house with her cousin Gabbie but is still suspicious about Art. She even thinks she sees him at the mall dressed as Santa… The bar scene was particularly creative and gruesome though Art does bring out his Gun again and we all know I really didn’t enjoy that from the first movie. It just isn’t like a demon who enjoys torment to use a gun, you know? Either way we move from the unoriginal gun to the canister of liquid nitrogen and that is a big improvement. I had to pause the movie after that scene because my body hurt for the victim! From here Art goes to the mall with his bomb and I’m unsure how I feel about all the violence against children. I know it is fake but kids are innocent so it is hard for me to find any enjoyment in his bombastic present. We already had to see the boy chopped up at the top of the film so this is just adding salt (and bleach) to the wound.

Sienna figures out it was in fact Art that she saw at the mall after she sees the news about the explosion but it seems too late for her brother and Uncle who are at the college when Art is going through a creative phase with a chainsaw. By the time Sienna wakes up, Victoria Heyes, the girl who killed herself in the beginning of the movie, is in her kitchen, possessed by the demon of the Little Girl from Terrifier 2, and ready for blood. Sienna and her aunt are bound and forced to look at her dead uncle and the skull of what is said to be Gabbie. Her aunt is very gruesomely murdered with a glass pipe and some rats before we find out the skull belongs to Jonathan the brother and Gabbie is brought out. Turns out Art and Demon Victoria are trying to break Sienna so the demon in Victoria can go into Sienna… Because Sienna has been selected by the angels to stop Art even though she is so woefully underprepared for this asshole.

Through some trickery the girls are able to get the sword, kill Victoria, and half kill Art, but there is too much money in that man so he cannot die, so he escapes through a window while Gabbie is slipping into the void. The ending is a little lame, I don’t see how Gabbie can just kind of go off into a mystery dimension while Art just rides a bus (honk honk). I mean, really it was very anticlimactic after that huge fight. We didn’t even have Jonathan there to be adorable! Also still unsure how I feel about the reveal that Jonathan was dead? Not sure I would want to see that adorable kid get chopped up but also not sure I believe the double fake? Sort of wish they had an after credit scene of what Art did to him to get his head in the cage, it felt like we all missed a big important scene. But overall this ending is just a big set up for yet another sequel and at what cost to the integrity of the story?