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Alright babes, here’s the thrilling conclusion the huntlow memory story I’ve been working on where basically Hunter was in season one but Willow lost her memories of him in Understanding Willow. Hope someone likes it 💚💛

Part 1 Part 2

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Hunter’s photos could be sorted into three categories: 1. him trying to figure out how the camera worked (with a collection of blurry or terribly out of focus objects), 2. photos of Flapjack and 3. Photos he had clearly been roped into taking.

As Willow scrolled through his collection, it was like she could see him physically easing into the idea of friendship over time. There were several montages of Luz or Gus taking his scroll and posing for selfie as he lectured about something behind them, unaware of the shenanigans. Group photos where his frown became less and less aggressive and soon enough he was even looking at the camera with the rest of them. He began to lean in to help get everyone in frame and even a few of them had him trying out a pose of his own. She couldn’t help but notice there were a lot of photos of just the two of them: in the library, the botanical gardens or at the owl house.

And she just couldn’t get over the way he looked at her.

It was as though he was in disbelief that she had taken the time to document spending time with him. His eyes locked on her with a soft look of wonder in each photo, engulfing her in rays of gratitude and delightful confusion. It was like he was starstruck.

Maybe even enamored.

“Okay here hold it up,” Willow heard herself say. She looked down and saw she had stumbled upon a video. She focused and saw Hunter trying to steady his scroll, showing him and Willow sitting underneath a huge tree. She instantly recognized this tree, it was her favorite place to go when she needed to focus or clear her head. She had never brought anyone there, not even Gus. But she had clearly trusted Hunter with the knowledge of its location, and that spoke volumes.

The camera shifted down to just her and she laughed. “Nooo, you gotta get in here too, silly!” She insisted as she went to wrap her arms around his neck to bring him back into frame. His face instantly turned red as the camera became shaky and Willow noticed a flower crown resting atop his head, its state implying they had been there for a while.

“Okay, now smile!” She instructed as a wide smile appeared across her face, it appeared so naturally as though it was returning after not being away very long. Hunter followed suit but only after his eyes turned down to see her, he shook his head ever so slightly as though he was in total awe of her. She opened one eye, as though she suspected it, and raised her brow at him as she scrunched her nose. “You need to look at the camera, you dork!” She reached over and turned his face forward but it was like his eyes didn’t know how to leave her and something in her eyes suggested she knew that.

“Woah,” she said to herself. It was weird seeing herself like that, like she was a whole different person Willow was observing from afar. She knew she had a bit of a crush on Hunter from bits and pieces of context clues she had found but this… this was uncharted territory. She knew exactly what she was doing here; flirting in a way she had only day dreamed about, with a natural, effortless dialogue. She thought it would take her years to be the bold one in that type of situation but no, they were fun and silly and comfortable. If she could only go back in time and tell them how to stay that way.

But if her suspicions were correct, then it was out of their hands anyway.

Who could ever see them like this and think this was something bad? That this goofy, nervous boy wanted anything but wonderful things for her? Even now, Amity rolled her eyes at the mention of his name which suggested to Willow that she had made little effort to know who he truly was from the get go.

“Any luck?” he asked from beside her as he turned the page in his book. He had brought nearly every book ever written about memory loss and had been reading them cover to cover for any suggestion on how to restore her memories. He had hoped that looking through his scroll of photos and videos of them would spark something and as enjoyable as seeing these things was, it didn’t connect any dots for Willow. She felt closer to Hunter, to who she was and who they had been together, but it was nothing she could attest to on her own. But that didn’t stop her from playing the video over and over.

“It’s really cute, but not familiar,” she admitted sadly. She had reread their conversations on her scroll and tried to map out what she could recall from the days he had been removed from but there was nothing so detailed that it felt like it was really hers. He had pulled memories for her of them spending time together, still feeling regretful of not reintroducing himself sooner and paranoid she would doubt their former connection. But as compelling as the evidence was, it didn’t answer questions that only her past self held the answers to.

“Maybe I could let you into my mind,” he said. “So I could show you things you’re still missing in their entirety. I mean, they wouldn't be totally perfect and they're hard to sort and there’s alot about the coven I can’t show you… unless you’ve reconsidered your stance on-.”

She cut him off by placing her finger over his lips.

“I'm not joining the Emperor’s Coven,” she said sweetly before booping his nose. The boldness of the girl in the videos seemed to be effortlessly resurfacing as she kept finding herself present in a well-worn dynamic.She could feel Hunter smile beneath her fingertips and his eyes lingered on her for a moment the way she was growing re-accustomed to before he turned away to look at his book hoping to get ahead of his oncoming blush.

“Worth a shot,” he said with a shrug

“I appreciate the offer, but having someone in your mind is kinda scary,” she said. “I mean, one wrong move and there’s fire everywhere. You’re sweet, but I couldn’t let you do that for me; it might put your memories at risk too.”

“I trust you with my memories,” he said. He said it so naturally and it made Willow’s heart leap. Woah, she thought for a second time. She knew exactly why she had developed a crush on him, in fact she was still developing it. He was a lot like her. They both needed a place where they didn't have to prove that they belonged, where they weren’t trying to stand out or lay low and they had that together. He knew she had memories of him that weren't perfect. He cared more about her having what was rightfully hers than having her think highly of him. Hunter had told her he could be snobby and selfish, but she had yet to see these traits in him.

“I uh… thanks,” she blushed in response as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before handing him back his scroll. “It’s too bad I wasn’t keeping a diary then, I guess I must have stopped for awhile. I searched everywhere in my room, all my usual hiding spots, but I didn’t find anything.”

Hunter’s ears perked up as he quickly flipped through his scroll, searching for something. When he found what he was looking for, he moved closer to her to show her a zoomed in photo of them sitting in her room. “Look! Right there, that green book! Does it look familiar?”

Willow squinted. “Hmm, no? It looks like a notebook I’d pick out but I don’t have one like that.”

“But you did! I remember you writing in it alot! One time I said something I didn’t realize was a joke and you grabbed that book to write it down in.” Hunter was delighted to have a lead. “I don’t know what else you’d have transcribed but it could offer us something!”

“Wait, you were in my room?” she asked with a raised eyebrow, knowing her fathers’ would surely have a policy about that once they saw the way she looked at this tall, dashing boy.

“Oh yeah,” he said, cleaning his throat.

“And my dads were okay with that?”

“You, uh, miiight’ve helped me sneak in a few times,” he confessed somewhat nervously.

“Really?”

“Yeah we’d just uh… hang out, and stuff,” he said softly as though there was more to it. Or at least, he felt there was more to it. “But, anyway the diary!”

“Right, the diary.” Willow repeated getting back on track.

“We find the diary, we find more things you’re missing!”

“It’s a great idea but I’ve cleaned my room and my locker plenty of times and I haven’t seen any sign of that book,” she sighed. “I’m not sure where else it could be.”

Hunter tried to say the next part as carefully as he could, knowing things were still delicate. “Has the youngest Blight been to your house recently?”

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It felt like lifetimes since Willow had been at the Blight estate.

When Amity answered the door, she was a bundle of nerves. Willow knew that she was serious about making things right between them but that she also knew that she wasn’t sure how to do that. Willow knew that not knowing things made Amity nervous, and this was uncharted territory, (literally off her predetermined path). They both knew this road would be complicated but when Willow had asked to come over Amity took it as a sign that she hadn’t messed things up yet.

“Hey, Willow!” Amity greeted her, her nerves mixing with her genuine excitement as her voice tried to decide the right octave to jump to.

“Hi!” Willow greeted her. Before, they’d call each other silly nicknames or be all a buzz about the activities they had planned. This was somewhere between overly formal and overly informal but it didn’t feel quite normal.

“Hello!” said Amity, searching for something else to say before they entered a never ending loop of exchanging greetings. “So uh, what can I do for you? Not that you need a reason to come over! It just seems… like yooooou did.”

“Yeah, actually,” Willow chuckled awkwardly. “We, uh-.”

“‘We?’” repeated Amity and her eyes darted behind Willow to notice Hunter for the first time. He stood behind Willow in full guard dog mode, standing tall as though a sixth sense anticipated danger. “Oh, you brought him.”

“Amity…” Willow warned.

“I know, I know sorry,” Amity said with a sigh.

Suddenly, something in Willow’s mind felt full, like something about Amity’s tone made it spring forth. It didn’t bring sound or pictures but a familiar feeling. Willow couldn’t quite place what it was trying to tell her but she knew enough to not dismiss it as she continued.

“We were talking and I was wondering did I maybe leave my diary here?” Willow asked.

“Oh, d-diary?’ Amity’s voice shook. “I… I forgot you kept a diary! Haha, uh…”

Willow immediately knew something was off. Diaries had been something important to them both. One summer at the fair they had decided to pool their prize tickets from games to get a better prize and they had fallen in love with a diary. It was purple (for Amity) with vines and flowers (for Willow). Amity was becoming busier with private lessons and the girls used their cherished book to write letters to each other. Every other night, one of them would read what the other had written and then respond. They had lost touch a few pages short of it being filled, but Willow knew that if their friendship meant as much as Amity claimed, a diary was no shock.

“Yeah, uh Hunter mentioned he saw me with one when we would hang out and we wanted to see if reading it helped me with the memories I’m still missing,” Willow explained.

“Right! Yeah! T-that would be… really helpful now, huh?” Amity chuckled.

“Amity, do you know anything about it?” Willow asked carefully, feeling certain she did. But she knew there was a reason she was being indirect and Amity knew her oldest friend sensed her hesitance and knew it was rooted in something shameful.

But Amity couldn’t admit that Boscha had stolen it from her bag during lunch. Because even though she had been against it, and even though she had even said so out loud it didn’t undo the fact that she hadn’t switched it out for any other book when she had the chance. She had been too cowardly to stand up to Boscha so instead of returning it to Willow or hiding it, the best Amity managed to to was make sure it was “accidentally” destroyed before Boscha could find anything blackmail worthy. She had meant to make it unreadable, but in her moment of panic she did not cast the proper protection spell and so when Bosha opened the book, it burst into flames.

So while Boscha was not granted access to Willow’s secrets, this still did not undo the fact that Amity did not confess the whereabouts of the diary to Willow and now it was lost forever. Amity had assumed it was another thing forgotten and decided to accept that rather than try to right her wrong, knowing that forgiveness was not guaranteed.

Things had still been tense between them when the instance occurred so Amity thought she had time to find a solution or at least a way to word things so they sounded positive in some way. But she had found neither and she knew how that looked now. It didn’t matter that she had no way of knowing how important it would end up being, it was just another way she had let Willow down when helping her would have been such a simple thing for someone who cared about her.

Amity knew that even at their worst, Willow would guard her secrets with her life. Amity didn’t deserve her.

“No, I don’t sorry.” Amity lied, her eyes wide and sorrowful and Willow somehow knew they held something lost in translation.

Willow sighed, and though Hunter did not know Amity well enough to know there was something she was not saying, he knew Willow well enough to know she did. And he could tell there was more than just a diary on the line. Cautiously, he reached out to take her hand but at the last minute felt the gesture was too strong and instead linked their pinkies together to show he was there. He may not understand exactly what had shifted, and he didn’t know what he could do, but he knew he was there for her.

“Well then,” Willow tried again, doing all she could to steady her voice as she struggled to remain professional. “Was there anything else you remember? I mean, Luz said you got separated for awhile so you saw some things she didn’t, was there anything from around that time? Anything with Hunter?”

“Um, ya know it was all just happening so fast and I can’t really remember if he was-.”

“Because if you were close enough to my memory to erase it, you must have been close enough to have seen it.” Willow pleaded with wide eyes.

“Willow, do we have to do this now? I just-.”

“Amity why is Hunter the only person missing from my memories?” Willow asked directly, and Hunter felt her grip on his finger tighten, like his presence heightened her strength.

“I thought we told you, it was-.”

“No, Luz told me,” said Willow. “She told me you got separated and when she found you, you were trying to put out a fire. But she didn’t know how it started and you never told her. You never told me because I didn’t know to ask, but you can’t say you have no idea when you were the only one there.”

Willow inhaled, 1,2,3 and then exhaled 1,2,3.

“Can you at least tell me what the memory was?” Willow asked, and Amity knew she could not deny her again. She knew there was so much hiding and riding on that request. She could not hide behind good intentions now, because they were no longer doing anyone any good.

Amity sighed. “It wasn’t about Hunter,” she admitted with solace. “It was about me.”

“Of course it was,” Willow scoffed, rolling her eyes. “It always is.”

“No, not like that!” Said Amity. “We, I mean it kind of is, but… look; I know what I did was wrong and I’m sorry-.”

“Funny, I think I’d remember you apologizing for erasing all the memories of someone I cared about,” said Willow. “Unless you just erased that part too.”

Amity had seen Willow upset before, she had seen her annoyed and sad and angry and confused but this was an emotion she had only seen in the inner Willow: she was furious.

“Willow, please,” Amity pleaded. “Let me explain!”

Willow said nothing and Amity quickly pressed on.

“It was an accident, I- we were looking for things I needed to fix and when Luz got distracted I found a memory of you and Hunter,” she said. “A lot of memories with you and Hunter, actually. And you did look happy with him and I felt sad that I had missed that because we used to tell each other everything and now we don’t.”

“Well whose fault is that?” Said Hunter, crossing his arms.

“Er, stay out of this!”

“Amity,” said Willow, her voice stern and serious. “This affects him too. Besides, he’s right.”

“Fine,” she took a deep breath as she continued. “I saw a memory of you and Hunter… talking about me.”

Hunter’s eyes widened; he instantly knew the conversation she was referring to.

“You were telling him how we used to be close and how you didn’t understand what had happened. You were telling him how you still cared about me even though I treated you awful. H-how you still worried about me and you felt stupid because the way I acted made you feel like our friendship was never real. And I hated that I made you feel that way and I… I got carried away and I wanted it gone and it all happened so fast but when I erased that memory, instead of erasing the memories of those feelings I erased the memories involving Hunter.”

“You could have just apologized when you got back,” said Willow. “You didn’t have to try and control me.”

“I know that knowing the reason doesn’t erase the fact that you felt that way,” said Amity. “And I don’t know what came over me and I’m so, so sorry-.”

“Are you sorry though?” Willow basically spat. “Or are you just sorry that you got caught in a lie? Amity… how am I supposed to believe you? How can I believe anything you say?”

“I know I have a lot to make up for but I-.”

“-never told me,” finished Willow. “You just… let me think that you were trying when this whole time you were fine with me missing something that was obviously important to me if it meant you looked slightly better. If you really cared about me and about fixing things between us you wouldn’t try to trick me like that. I mean, if you weren’t trying to get close to Luz, would you have ever tried to fix things between us? Or was it just something you had to do to get what you really wanted?”

“Willow, you know that’s not-.”

“Do I know?” The plant witch spat. Hunter looked around and saw the vines inching closer as she became more enraged. “You keep telling me what I know and telling me you’re sorry but what have you done to actually show me?”

Her eyes turned greener and began to glow and this was the anger Hunter remembered. Willow didn’t get angry often but she felt all her emotions so strongly that they always found a way to make themselves known. He remembered discussing Amity brought out more pain than anger, but every so often a small pocket of positivity snuck in with a pleasant or silly memory. But sadness lingering long enough without explanation bubbled up into more eventually.

Amity didn’t have a rebuttal. She couldn’t repeat another empty apology. For once, she had to listen.

“You can blame your parents a-and Boscha for not standing by me but how many times did you go out of your way to find me on your own just to bring me down?”

“Willow, I didn’t want to! I-I had to!”

“You had to?!” Wilows’s voice was becoming more distorted as she let the rage consume her. “Really? So every time you stopped me on my way to school to make fun of my abomination and remind me how pathetic I was, who was that for? There was no one else around, no one to see you do it. So why bother to find me unless you really believed it?”

Amity did not have an answer. She had done it to convince herself, to make herself believe that it was how things had to be. But she knew Willow was right.

“Admit it, a part of you believed it, that I was a pathetic, scared half-a-witch. And a part of you still does.”

Amity’s eyes filled with tears. She knew she had no right to cry, she was not the victim here, but she couldn’t help it.

Hunter could see the trees behind them begin to shift, as though the entire forest was coming to aid her. He knew stopping her before the emotions could process could lead to an earthquake but he remained on guard in case he needed to remove her at a moment’s notice. As much as he wanted to chime in and add how strong and smart and capable Willow was, he could see this was not the time for his voice to echo. She needed to do this herself, what he needed to do was stand by her side and made sure she was heard. She didn’t need him, but he knew she wanted him there and that was more than reason enough to stay.

“Willow, I’m sorry.” Amity said for what felt the hundredth time; Willow felt it sounded too natural in her voice.

“Well, that doesn’t fix anything, does it? Willow replied. “It doesn’t undo the fact that you erased my memories of someone who you knew liked me and cared about me and you did nothing to try and fix it. You just… did what you always do.”

Willow didn;t have to elaborate, Amity knew what she meant. She acted selfishly. She took away something with no explanation. She thought ignoring something would make it hurt less. All these things did was temporarily distance Amity from the pressing consequences of her actions and allow her conscience to breathe. But Amity had created her own crushing weight and Willow’s words had every right to drown her.

“It was an accident.”

“But telling him to leave me alone wasn’t,” said Willow regaining control. “What, did you think if I had less friends I’d be more likely to forgive you sooner?”

“Are you seriously gonna let a-a boy come between us?”

“The only one standing between us being friends again is you,” said Willow, turning away from her, she leaned against Hunter as she felt lightheaded. He would normally love to add something snarky, but he knew this moment was Willow’s. He wasn’t here to tear Amity down or add his voice to the chorus of her disdain, he was there to support Willow. “Come find me when your apology is more than just talk.”

“I’m sorry we didn’t find your diary,” said Hunter quietly when they reached her front door. They had walked home in silence. Flying would have been quicker and easier but they both needed a longer time in the fresh air to decompress. Hunter knew Willow had been holding in alot and felt the ground was the safer option to do so in. “I’m sorry I made you go through all that. I mean, I know I didn’t make you do anything but I still feel like I should-.”

“Did we ever fight?”

“What?”

“Did we ever argue?” she rephrased. “I mean, I know all that just now was pretty… intense but I know how I get when I’m upset sometimes so did I ever-.”

“We did,” said Hunter quickly. “Not alot, a few times. We had disagreements. I told you, I could be kind of a jerk and you would call me out on it and I didn’t always like it. But I deserved it.”

“We fought and you didn’t totally hate me after, right?” Willow asked softly, her eyes on the ground.

“What? No, of course not!” He said. “Why would you say that?”

“I just… urgh!” Willow exclaimed as a thorny vine dashed along her feet. “I know what she did was wrong and mean but I… I still want her to try. I’m not ready to forgive her but I… I still don’t want to totally lose her. Is that dumb?”

“No,” he said softly. “No, not at all. I know Blight isn’t all bad, she’s just… going through something probably.”

“Kinda like what you were going through?”

“Uh… yeah?” he said, uncertain. He felt like it was very unlikely that someone else was going through what he was. “But Amity is smart, she’ll figure out how to make things right eventually. This kind of stuff doesn’t always come natural for people like us. It’s… hard to unlearn things sometimes.”

Her smile became stronger and more real. “Thanks Hunter,” she said softly. “Sorry I got you roped up in all this crazy.”

“I’ve gotten you involved in much worse,” he chuckled and then he saw the inquisitive look on her face. “Which we will talk more about later, heh.”

“Looking forward to it,” she said. Hunter saw her eyes glance at the door and something in the back of his mind dared to hope she was looking for a reason not to go inside just yet.

“Ya know, In all the times Blight and that Bo-sha girl tried to bring you down, you never sunk to their level. You never threw the first punch, you never went out of your way like they did. You were always on defense, just not always for yourself.”

“Gus told you all that?”

“Well, not exactly,” he said. “I mean, he told me you and Amity weren’t on the best terms before you told me more about what happened but I’ve seen it.

“When? I thought you didn’t go to Hexside.”

“I didn’t but one time I ran into you guys at the market…”

“Accidentally or on purpose?”

“I said it was a coincidence but I miiight’ve been waiting around where I thought you’d show up,” he admitted. “You had to get supplies for a school project and I said I could escort you even though I didn’t really need to. It was just an excuse.”

“I see.”

“To spend time with you.”

“Okay?”

“Because I really liked you.” He said it as though it was just an important detail for the context of the story and not something that made her knees feel weak.

“Got it,” she said with a smile as she bit her lip, allowing him to continue.

“Anyway,” he went on, trying not to focus too much on the way she was looking at him. “We were walking, just… hanging out- I think I’m using that phrase correctly- when we ran into Bobcat-.”

“Boscha,” Willow corrected.

“-right, Boscha,” he reacted like the word was sour milk. Willow found it charming how he never said her name right, and she couldn’t tell if it was on purpose. “Like, I literally ran into her because we were talking and I was looking at you and it wasn’t a fatal collision but when she saw you she just started saying these awful things to you. You weren't even the one who bumped into her!”

“Eh.” Willow shrugged, not surprised.

“And I pointed that out to her but she didn’t care and you rolled your eyes and she kept talking and ya know I didn’t wanna pull rank but I had to say something I mean she clearly didn’t know what she was talking about.”

“Clearly.”

“And when I told her she shouldn’t speak to you like that, she started coming after me,” said Hunter. “She started making fun of my voice and the gap in my teeth, which is nothing new. But when she started targeting me, you decided she needed to be quiet and you… defended me, which was something new.”

“Well, it’s like you said she doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”

“Yeah, but… when it was you being mocked you were brave and above it. You were strong and calm and didn’t stoop down to her level

“I mean, I wouldn’t say I was ‘above it’,” she admitted. “It does get to me when she constantly says those things about me.”

“Then why didn’t you say anything until it was about me?”

“Because I don’t want the people I care about to feel that way,” she said simply. She didn’t need to remember the specific instance to know that.

“You put yourself in harm’s way to protect others, that’s noble,” Hunter said simply. “Even more, you don’t let the cruelty of others make you cruel. I can’t imagine a greater strength.”

“Wow, have you always said such sweet things to me?” Willow blushed.

“Oh, uh, I-I don’t know,” said Hunter, suddenly shy. “It’s not on purpose. Gus said I do talk to you differently, but I didn’t mean to-.”

“No, no it’s a good thing,” she assured him. “From the way Luz described you, I thought you’d be snarky and sarcastic all the time. But you’re not, at least not with me.”

“Yeah well, I guess you don’t give me a reason to be,” he shrugged. Even now with his future uncertain and his past blurry, just being near Willow made him feel… lighter. Maybe absence made the heart grow fonder but he didnt’ know how that was possible; he had never been more fond of anyone. “But Willow I … I can’t tell you how happy I am to be back, to have you back to… talk to you again, I meant. But I… I don’t want to be the reason you and Amity are on bad terms.”

“Hunter, Amity and I had our issues long before I met you.”

“I know, I know but… I remember that conversation she mentioned. And I know how much your friendship meant to you. I know that knowing you makes me feel safe and seen and I think that’s what Amity needs. I mean, I could hardly handle not being your friend for a few weeks, I can’t imagine how hard it was for Amity doing it for years.”

“Do you think,” Willow started. “That if my memories about you hadn’t been erased and we kept being friends and spending time together that by now we might be…”

“What?”

“…more than friends?”

“Like… best friends?”

“Not exactly,” she said with a smile. “I mean something more… serious.”

“Like…” he gulped, suddenly forgetting what words were. “Advanced friends?”

She smiled. “Yeah?” she said with a giggle, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“W-w-why do you ask?”

“Well, do you remember the other day…” Willow started gently. “When I came and found you and we were talking?”

“Yeah,” said Hunter. “Of course.”

“And um… then when I got mad and I… kissed you?”

“Yeah, yeah I-I really uh remember that, heh.”

“I um… we’ll I know you said you were fine with it even though it was kind of impulsive but I was just wondering if…”

“If… what?”

She fiddled with her braid. “Um… if…”

They spoke at the same time

“Have we kissed before?”

“Did you want to kiss again?”

They both looked at each other and blushed as they processed what the other had said.

“Um… n-no, we haven’t,” said Hunter, answering her question first and hoping she wouldn’t think him terribly forward for his. “No, that one time was the first time.”

“Oh,” she said, and Hunter swore she sounded disappointed. He didn’t know what to make of that. Did that make things better or worse? Was she let down that in all the time she had known him before he hadn’t had the guts to make a move or was she let down that it wasn’t everything it should have been?

“There was… this one time though,” he admitted, rubbing his neck with his hand as he tried to play it off as an afterthought and not an often revisited memory. “When I thought we might, I mean I guess I didn’t really realize what was happening at the moment and I uh…”

Willow raised her eyebrows and he took that as a sign to backtrack, hopefully an explanation would help him understand the situation better too.

“Okay, well Gus wanted to do some research for an illusion presentation he had and in order to recreate a scene he had to see it first,” began Hunter. “It was up a mountain and there was a rare flower that grew nearby that you wanted to see as well so I offered to escort you both because I knew a shortcut from a mission I had been on. Long story short, we ran into some weird mountain animals and in the chaos you lost your hair clip helping me get away. You said it was no big deal but I know that wasn’t true so I went back later and found it. In hindsight I should’ve waited until the morning but I rushed over to return it to you because it was my fault you lost it in the first place. Also in hindsight I should have messaged you that I was coming but instead I kind of just teleported outside your window.”

“Something tells me it wasn’t the first time,” Willow teased. The tips of Hunter’s ears turned crimson as he went to continue, confirming Willow’s suspicion.

“You seemed surprised to see me and I thought it was just because it was so late and you were tired but you looked at me… different. You said it really wasn’t a big deal, and I shouldn’t have gone back by myself when it was so dark out but you seemed happy that I did so I don’t really know? I mean, it’s your lucky hair clip and it looks nice on you so of course I wanted you to have it back. I mean, I’d do anything for you.”

Willow felt like all the air left her lungs, the way he said it like it was an undisputed fact. Even though she knew it wasn’t possible, she felt herself transported back to her room that night feeling utterly starstruck to see her modest knight in a patched cape return her treasure to her. Her heart twisted and leapt the same way she somehow knew it did that night as Hunter continued to be none the wiser and he went on.

“Then you hugged me really tight and I was a little worried because I ran most of the way and thought I might smell but when you pulled away y-you… didn’t let go right away and it was like you were waiting for something.”

“So what did you do?” Asked Willow, captivated by her own history.

“I put your clip in your hair for you,” Hunter said with a gulp as Willow lured him closer with a similar energy. “And I must’ve been dehydrated or something because everything felt like it was in slow motion.”

Willow chuckled, understanding more by the second the real reason for the sensation. “And then?”

“And then uh w-when I went to move my hand you took it and you said I was sweet, which you’re the only person to ever call me that and you’ve called me that before but every time you did it still felt odd but I didn’t mind and I thought that…”

Hunter continued to ramble which told Willow there was something else in the moment that he didn’t know how to articulate. Something he still wasn’t certain of and didn’t understand how to explain without having her account to confirm or deny it. She knew he didn’t want to tell her outright in case he was mistaken about her feelings during the moment but Willow was certain she knew what she was thinking in this forgotten life.

Because she was thinking it again now.

“Well you are sweet,” she said softly as his words started to fizzle and a smile tugged at his lips as though she had just played his favorite song. “So… what happened after that?”

“Oh uh well heh I-I didn’t realize Gus was still over until he walked back into the room eating a snack and I guess from his point of view we were… fairly close and he said ‘are you two gonna kiss?’ And…I kinda teleported back outside because I didn’t know what the right thing to say was.”

“Oh.” Willow said with a giggle.

“Yeah,” he said with a nervous sigh. “So I mean, I don’t know but like if you were to ask Gus he might mention that time but he wasn’t there for the whole thing and I-I mean it’s not like I came there to- n-not that I wouldn’t want to! But just so you have the whole story, ya know? But… yeah.”

“I see,” said Willow. Something she was re-learning about Hunter is that the way he felt about something could be seen in the details he gave. The more he cared, the more thorough he was. She supposed that wasn’t totally unusual but the way he could focus on the smallest thing so long as it was somehow connected to something he cared about made her feel warm. He paid attention and held the things he noticed close to his heart. He held the things she said and the way she said them. She knew he wanted to have all the answers for her.

“It’s just I know the way I remember things might not be the same way you would remember them,” he went on, looking down at his hands as he twiddled his thumbs. “So I mean I want to try and be as objective as possible because I don’t want my perspective to influence yours in case it was all in my head.”

She had no concrete evidence to prove it, but she knew in her heart that it wasn’t. It was exactly the kind of scenario that made her secretly giddy when she saw it in cheesy rom coms.

“Well… you answered my question, so can I answer yours?”

“My question? What did I-oh.” It suddenly caught up with him, what he had thought she was asking and what he had ended up asking her in turn. What he revealed he had hoped she had been implying. If she didn’t regret it enough to repeat herself. If she-

“Yes.” She said it simply and brightly, with confidence.

“Y-yes?”

“Yes.” She confirmed again with a nod. She couldn’t remember everything they had said where they went together or when or but she could feel the how. How she felt when she caught him staring at her out of the corner of her eye or the pride she felt when she saw the way his face softened she said his name like it was a spell only she knew how to cast. “I do.”

“I… heh, uh…”

“I mean, unless you didn’t want to-.”

“No! No, I want to!” He said, hoping to avoid any misunderstanding. He cleared his throat, trying to save face. “I-I would like to very much.”

Willow knew she could trust this feeling she had that told her to bring him close and keep him there. This desire to take his hand and hold it as tight as she could. This impulse she had to cover his face in kisses every time he smiled was not a trick her mind was playing on her.

Her mind may have forgotten Hunter, but her heart couldn’t seem to. Small yellow flowers sprouted along her hair as she couldn’t help but smile at the nervous yet delighted way Hunter fidgeted.

“I- I just want to be sure that you’re sure,” he went on. “Because I don't want you to think that just because I thought… I mean, after everything that happened today too and I… wait, you’re not mad again are you?”

“I mean I’m… processing a lot right now, I guess? I feel kind of overwhelmed and tired but I don’t feel mad,” she assured him. “I promise you that’s not the reason.”

Hunter had been sure it was a moment Willow would not want to bring up. That she’d be embarrassed or disgusted but knowing she felt the opposite, that in fact she felt the same he did didn’t seem real. Like he had unknowingly tricked her.

“Willow, I…” Hunter started, suddenly overly aware of how close she was standing to him. How she seemed to be inching closer. She wanted to be close to him. “I want you to think of me… I want you to think that I’m…” he struggled to find an elegant way to say this, because the simple way was just too simple. It sounded childish and incredible and insecure, but it was true. “I want you to like me.”

She smiled. Simple was more than enough for her, because it was a shared simplicity. “I do like you.”

“I guess I’m just worried that I’ll do something to change that.” He said. “I guess I’m just worried that you like me now because you don’t know all the things about me that you knew before and I uh…”

“It’s okay to have secrets,” she assured him, sensing his struggle.

“Yeah but …” he sighed, this felt like it would never get less complicated. “I know things about you from before that I don’t know if you’d want me to know now and now I get to decide what you know about me and it doesn't seem fair.”

“Hunter, I think you miiight be overthinking this,” Willow said with a smile. She didn’t really mind, she liked being something her thought alot about.

“I know,” he sighed. “It’s just… I don’t want to only tell you things that I think will make you like me but I’m worried that if I tell you everything that I might say it wrong or in the wrong order and it’ll change things or-.”

He was cut off by Willow taking his hands in hers.

“Hunter, is there something you want to tell me?”

Truthfully, Hunter didn’t want anyone to know, especially her.

He took a deep breath, working his way up to his concern. “You know how you said… you think that you had a crush on me before…”

“Oh, uh yeah…” she said with a blush and a deep breath. She felt giddy and nervous and warm at the way him trying to talk her out of her former feelings made them settle in like a dove in a freshly made nest. “I mean… I kinda have a crush on you now.”

His face turned beet red as he uttered his response before he had a chance to truly relish in her confession. “B-but you shouldn’t!”

“D-do you not want me to?” She said, fear creeping in that the romance was one-sided.

“No! No, I-I do!” He said quickly. “But… I’m not someone you should like… like that.”

She frowned. “Does this have something to do with what Amity said?”

“No, it’s not that…”

“Is it because you’re the golden guard?”

“Not really, it’s more-.”

“Is it because you don’t feel the same way about-.”

“I’m a grimwalker!” He exclaimed, not wanting her to finish. His hands quickly covered his mouth as he watched his words wash over her. He waited for disgust, shock, betrayal to take over. Instead she looked at him with wide, waiting eyes and said:

“Okay?”

“I mean I’m… ya know… do you know what a grimwalker is?”

“I mean, kind of,” she said with a shrug. “But that’s what you are, not who you are.”

“I-I’m a clone of someone who hunted witches who probably helped Belos hurt people. I’m a liar. How can you be okay with that?”

“Who says that’s who you are?”

“Everyone! It’s just a fact I mean the books all say-.”

“Everyone used to say I was a half-a-witch,” interrupted Willow. “Even when I believed it, you didn’tdn’t because that’s what everyone else said, would you let me

“Well, that’s who you’re supposed to be, it's not who you are,” Willow said simply. She knew better than most how the two differed.

“It doesn’t… I mean, i-it doesn’t bother you?”

Willow simply shook her head. Hunter had been certain she would take the opportunity to cut her losses, despite her determined nature he wouldn’t blame her. After all he had done to change to show her and everyone he changed to change into someone worth being, this made feel pushed back and stuck. But the warmth of gaze was a helping hand that easily pulled him from his mental quicksand. Whether she saw through him or the true him Hunter did not know, but he knew he could not fool her twice. Even under the mask or as Caleb she knew better, she still knew him.

“Ya know, it took me awhile but I’ve accepted that I probably won’t get my original memories back,” said Willow gently. “But do you know why I don’t feel sad about that anymore?”

Hunter shook his head as she reached out and placed her hand beneath his chin and cupped his cheek. He knew she didn’t remember how often she had done this before, how it miraculously managed to calm him.

“Because I know I’ll get to make new memories,” she said. “And I want you to be a part of as many as possible.”

He had read that grimawalkers were cold, unfeeling creatures. That they couldn’t feel compassion or love. That their memories often mixed with their source until they reached the age the person they were based on was when they passed. All Hunter could think about was how he was never meant to be his own person, how there was always a path of some sort that he was chained to.

But maybe he could pick a new path.

“I want that too.” he whispered.

Her arms moved down to wrap around his waist as she pulled him into a hug. She hugged him the same way she used to, even knowing what she knew now she still wanted him close. He rested his chin atop her head and tried to process how she still wanted to be a part of his path, she wanted to remember him.

She still wanted him.

The books all said he couldn’t feel this way, that he shouldn’t be able to feel this way.

But the books didn’t know Willow Park.

So when he pulled away to look at her, he forgot what the books, what his uncle and everyone else said he was or should be. When he brushed a loose hair from her face, she looked at him the way she had that day at her window and there was no reason now to not follow through. So when he leaned down to kiss her, he forgot for a moment all that was waiting for him at a home he could not return to or how much more difficult things would get once they left this little bubble. Because he was someone Willow Park wanted to remember, and he intended to do everything in his power to be a good memory.

#huntlow #huntlow fanfiction #toh #the owl house #Willow park #Hunter toh #winter toh #toh fanfic

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certified-bi · 2 months ago

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Okay so(Spoilers up to 65):

Marianne has publicly challenged the Jewel Box and pointed out that it's politically sus.

Moon Owl knows about (and could possibly be) the princes decoy (I'm confused on the timeline given he was with them before the girls died but maybe that was just before the rebellion). Moon Owl doesn't seem clear on his past given he didn't understand he's a hostage.

Moon Owl and Marianne's mother are both from the country that started the rebellion or at least had a controversial part in it.

The pope is buy young girls, grooming them to be helpless powerhouses, and probably stealing their magic if they choose to leave. The Jewel Box either edited this out or the empire is not concerned by this (both are bad but I'm leaning former given how Garnet's people feel about the saints).

Marianne has chosen to conceal herself and run away. The emperor wants her back at attention and being obedient. He is also willing to kill our Obsidian over this but Moon Owl isn't for this.

Alex knows Marianne to some extent and has figured out she's missing. He knows enough about the emperor to be concerned for our Obsidian and so far is only not trusting Moon Owl for reasonable points. He is also concerned for Marianne.

Marianne was pressured to some extent to be in the Jewel Box for her popularity and sway. It's possible that her husband's accident was foul play. It's odd she didn't choose a lover she already had to marry and instead chose to be the face of season five.

The emperor and his family are possibly cursed due to what happened to the Mers which I believe is relevant given Obsidan is established to hate this history before she steps into the Jewel Box (with her husband's collection) and its a mirror to current circumstances.

My thoughts:

Marianne may have more politically outspoken beliefs than we know, and possibly aligns with those who are against the empire given we don't know exactly why they rebelled. She has run away and hidden herself to great lengths. Alex is very likely to be on her side and also against the empire to some extent, given we don't know who he is and his ancestry that could be a further motive.

The empire is willing to use and abuse others, especially concerning magic. Considering how much magic the Jewel Box takes, it'd be interesting if there's resentment from the less fortunate about mana being used in such way given its not endless and comes at such a cost and they're being frivolous with it to some degree for political propaganda romance TV. The pope and emperor might be in cahoots over magic draining but that's purely speculation based on themes so far.

I think the merman tale is important because of the way the legend ties into Obsidian's history and the empire as a whole. It also ties into different characters' themes. Platinum is carrying the curse of his families greed for power. Amethyst is a pawn for the pope, but also a divine healer. Mana stones cost miners a great deal. Pearl is a woman so she's unable to take the throne alone, much like the maiden needing the merman's help. Obsidian is tied fairly heavily to the maiden as well, but more on the grief aspect.

Also keep in mind the broadcast seems to be airing with a slight gap in release, but I could be misremembering.

I think we're looking at a few possibilities:

Marianne and/or Alex are against the empire and looking to start another rebellion. Obsidian will either have to lean towards this or towards some sort of compromise.

Moon Owl had his memories taken, will regain them and will join the rebellion to help Obsidian as she's a pawn with no protection.

Amethyst will heal Platinum.

Platinum will have to break the curse by righting his family's wrongs.

The empire falling in its current form.

#obsidian bride

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majormeilani · 9 months ago

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Hi. I have some OC asks from the game you reblogged. :] Big list incoming lol.

Kani: What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

Gordon: If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

Sparky: If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

Darby: If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

Zeta: What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

Wormie: What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

Cassidy: Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

Phillip: Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

okieee sorry took me 40000000 yrs to do these

Kani: To find her I'd probably have to yell out something about romance novels LOLLLL. She loves to read them and collect them even though they're all trashy and terrible a lot of the time jahswjsjbwisb. And her friend would probably yell something about being hurt because she'd come RUNNING if she thought any of them were hurt, intent on healing them. That or she would be summoned by the mention of a really cute animal or someone saying they had ice cream sandwiches lol.

Gordon: The one way to tell who the real Gordon would be is asking him where Mary is since he almost always has Mary on his person and if the imposter didn't have a Mary that answered the question "What's your opinion on grapes?" correctly, then you'd know that Gordon was a fake lol.

Sparky: Either accidentally electrocuting someone (non-fatally) or stealing something expensive but she gets away with it because she's oitty.

Darby: She'd probably be able to infodump about giraffes or the history of skateboarding and its cultural connections.

Zeta: As the king of the castle he's probably gotten many odd gifts from residents of the castle. I think a gift that he hated would probably be a food that he cannot stand, like a fruitcake or something lmaoooo. He'd probably try his very best to be polite in their presence and then as soon as they're gone either dispose of it or ask someone else to.

Wormie: She will always be excited to tell people about her pet worm on the string, Specimen, and his ever growing and changing elaborate backstory. She'll also probably be able to infodump a whole bunch about her own little ocs or stories that she enjoys. I imagine that she's sometimes gone to other locations in the game and watched some shows on the TVs and probably seen some of the birds' movies. She'd literally talk for a solid hour straight about nothing, so starved to talk to someone willing to listen.

Cassidy: Of course since she is his best friend, he likes Nicole for who she is despite not being the biggest fan of her work. He just doesn't find the genre of her movies to be that engaging to him and suggests her to add some more horror elements to her work lol. In terms of the vice versa, he used to be big a fan of both DJ Grooves and Conductor's work but after meeting them he thinks a little bit less of their work. He also used to like them as public figures before he met them and saw how arrogant they can be. He doesn't really hate them per say but he definitely wants to knock them down a few pegs and can get rather annoyed by them and their rivalry. They're not on friendly terms but he will tolerate them in his presence.

Phillip: Phillip's probably done this before LMAO. I can see him being given something AWFUL and being one of the few Express Owls who actually gives the food a fair try while the others spit it out. He'd be like ".... It's deli-- (nearly throws up) delicious..!" and then aside he'd probably say "... This is so gross-"

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helldustedstories · 8 months ago

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Very loosely inspired by a t.iktok by ate.zart:

When he was nineteen years old, shortly after Octavia was born, Stolas decided that he didn't want her to be subjected to the same treatment he had been growing up, that he wanted to give her a better life, where she could make her own decisions. And the only way to do that was to run away from his family, to take her and disappear, to raise her far from the rest of the Goetia.

He had already been working on a plan to escape if he needed to, quietly selling artefacts that wouldn't be missed from his father's collection, gathering up as much money as he possibly could. Because as soon as he left, he wasn't going to be able to rely on his name, his title for anything; it would just endanger them if he did.

Stolas took a cutting from his favourite plant, a few nondescript outfits to help keep him from standing out more than he already would, a couple of books on magic from the library (so he could fight back if anyone came after him, could keep learning, even without his tutors or additional training), and as many supplies for Via as he could carry, leaving behind the only life he'd known, determined to give his daughter a better chance than he'd had.

He ended up at the circus he'd visited on his birthday almost a decade before, wondering if his first friend would remember him, one of the only people outside of the Goetia family he knew at all. And with the words "I'll hire you" ringing in his ears, plus his own desire to reconnect with his friend, Stolas found Blitzo again.

The owl knew that he was going to have to find a job, if he hoped to give Octavia any sort of stable life, and he ended up 'convincing' Cash (by giving him most of the money he'd managed to squirrel away before his escape) that he could help bring in crowds with his fortune telling. It was that, along with a demonstration, that ensured Stolas' place in the circus. He would be able to give Octavia a home, while hiding in plain sight.

But little did he know that this new-found community would become so much more than just a job or a place to stay: they would become more of a family to him than the Goetia ever had been.

Some other basic points! This will probably expand!

Does tarot readings and 'fortune telling' for the circus. Those who are in the know (read: Cash makes sure some people are aware and pay a much higher fee to see Stolas) can receive a genuine reading from him, which involves looking to the stars for actual prophecies.

Definitely still has a crush on Blitzo.

Fast friends with Fizz, with the two of them bonding pretty quickly. Fizz is the one who suggests incorporating elements of drag into his performances, to also help conceal his identity, which Stolas embraces whole-heartedly.

Eventually starts learning aerial silks and the lyra to contribute even more, doing a majority of his practice with Barbie.

Does his performances using an imp disguise (visuals can be seen here!) since it's an all-imp circus, and having an owl demon as the only non-imp member would stand out too much.

Octavia is still absolutely his world, though he actually has help with her now.

More outgoing, though still something of an introvert.

Is slowly figuring out how to control his powers through studying the grimoire and other books he took with him, so that he'll never be powerless against anyone if they ever manage to track him down.

#ᯓ★ stolas : verse // a light in the darkness #[Better writeup for this verse]

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dragongutsixofficial · 2 years ago

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I was thinking about Dorothea singing Edelgard back to sleep after a nightmare and now I'm curious about what your Edelgard's relationship with Siyn looks like

Thanks so much for the ask !! ^^ I have to note that I'll have to elaborate more on Siyn to answer that to the best of my abilities. Here we go:

First off, one important thing about Siyn is that like all Byleth-s, she has always been motivated by love and her desire to connect with others. At the same time, she has never really had the occasion to connect with her own emotions and learn what they meant before the Academy- first off because they were a bit tuned down from the start (what's with Sothis and all that), but also because she grew up pretty isolated with a father who definitely didn't know how to care for an autistic child (sorry Jeralt xD). So, she's kind of always wanted to get the occasion to develop meaningful relationships before she knew she did, although she's always struggled with analyzing her own feelings in the first place. She was actually a bit miserable and numb alone.

So, when she finally got the chance to be around new people, people whose safety and lives she was entrusted with, this new responsibility gave her wings (of the hegemon, lol). Her students were people her own age, who didn't judge her because she was aloof or ignorant of fodlanese history; and they confided in her because they trusted that they could rely on her. She felt true happiness for the first time and immediately fell head-over-heels for them. And within them… was Edelgard, of course. Edelgard, who slowly started to think of Byleth as one of the rare people she could possibly rely on later on- as she felt safe enough to start sharing her past trauma with her.

Their bound grew a lot stronger during their year at the Academy, due to the trust they both developed in each other and the obvious care Siyn has for her students. She was never afraid to give Edelgard responsibilities in battle, and they still often function as battling partners (with Siyn delegating to her): but most of all, she always went out of her way to meet with her students whenever she had the time. One of my funny little headcanons about her is that Siyn always has a few owl feathers in her pocket in case someone needs it- which makes for the funny sight of the professor collecting anything she sees in the dirt and keeping it as a potential gift. And the second she found out Edelgard liked teddy bears, it was over. She buys Edelgard a different teddy bear at least once a month, without fail: an habit that she developed during White Clouds and keeps going throughout their relationship. On another funny note, Siyn is a BIG tea lover, and actually starts learning fire magic as a way to heat up her cold cups of tea. Since she goes out to drink tea with Edelgard at any possible occasion, bergamot quickly became her default blend, which Edelgard took to mean that it was also the professor's favorite. But… Siyn doesn't even really like the taste of bergamot tea. When asked, however, she is adamant that it is her favorite, because she has so many good memories and emotions affiliated with her teatimes with El. And she doesn't understand why Edelgard is (affectionately) mad at her when she finds out Siyn dislikes the taste of bergamot well after the war, nor why she starts making her try every tea under the sun to find her real favorite.

A pretty weird point in their relationship would be when Siyn straight out says yes to joining the Flame Emperor, because so far she isn't a big fan of the Church which admittedly likes to kill people a bit too easily for her taste. She doesn't yet know what that mysterious figure wants, however she figures that they might have a point. This makes for a pretty interesting exchange when Edelgard not so subtly asks her if she was serious, and she flat-out tells her that yes, and why would she lie. El is left confused by the whole situation, but a little more hopeful. In the meantime, she is more than happy to let herself relax a little and hang out with her professor as she gives out scrapes of her unfinished meals to the monastery animals.

I might also be one of the rare people who loved Edelgard's little wake-up speech at Jeralt's death, and I believe it helped Siyn a lot : a mix between hearing about how it was possible to keep going from a person who had lost so much, but also realizing that if she wasn't there to protect her kids, she might lose them as well. It was a little bit of clarity at a time where she was experiencing extremely strong and unfamiliar emotions due to grief that she didn't know how to process or even express verbally. Maybe she could find solace in her sense of purpose (and then, spend as much time as possible with her student and dear friend before she leaves the Academy to rule in Enbarr).

The real drama in Siyn's character development comes after she fuses with Sothis, whose powers she accepted with the sole aim of going back to her students as fast as possible. She doesn't have a lot of time to think about it on the spot, but… then there's Rhea. Personally speaking, the scene where she sings to a barely conscious Byleth has always sent shivers down my spine (though I totally understand that's not the case for other players ofc!). And that overt change in the Archbishop's behavior (like the first time she engages in physical contact without asking for Siyn's permission, which makes her feel very uncomfortable) hammers it in that something within her has changed. At the precise moment where Siyn had become a person she really did like being. Her hair changing colors and Rhea's whole plan to put her in the prophet outfit and make her have a "divine revelation" worsen Siyn's state : is she really herself anymore ? was she ever meant to be her own person ? The wave of relief when she feels nothing happen on the throne is cut short by Edelgard going full Revolution™, and she finds it so hard to wrap her head around the whole situation that she follows the movement and defeats her in combat.

And then… Rhea asks her to kill Edelgard.

Edelgard, the brave girl who bared her heart to Siyn in her darkest moments. The brave girl who, even though she herself struggled with control issues, always trusted her to protect the Black Eagles and trusted in her decisions. The same Black Eagles who had become her family, who had given her the chance to truly exist as herself for the first time.

It was never a choice.

Siyn protects Edelgard.

Rhea breaks down. Admits that she was just another failure. That she will take back her heart herself, no matter the cost. The class manages to get away.

And then, all of a sudden, it's them against the world.

Edelgard is in absolute disbelief over Siyn caring enough to choose to walk her crimson path, but her teacher won't hear any of it. I think it's the first time El realizes how much she means to Siyn… and that she won't ever give her up. At that moment, she starts, slowly, to truly fall for her: although she doesn't realize it fully on the spot.

All the while, Rhea's words gnaw at the corners of Siyn's minds, but she can't dwell on them. She must protect Edelgard. She's been ready to die for her - for any of them, really- for a long time now.

And then, she falls.

Absence makes the heart fonder, they say. That certainly is the case for Edelgard: during those five years, she realizes that the way she feels about Siyn might be romantic. Siyn falls for Edelgard almost immediately after coming back: seeing how much Edelgard has changed, how much she missed her, how courageous and brave she still is after all this time- it makes her feel a way she's never felt before. There's pride, affection, but something else she can't understand. Something she doesn't feel for anyone else. Something that makes her melt and hug back when Edelgard holds her, instead of making her uncomfortable. Reunited, the both of them turn their focus towards the war at hand.

Siyn struggles a lot during this time period with her sense of self and her self-esteem starts plummeting. She starts resenting her divine powers and stops using the Sword of the Creator. Starts wondering if Sothis is gonna completely take over at some point. Starts wondering if it would be better this way; after all, didn't her failure to protect her students put them through five years of unneeded suffering ? It's only after she ends up breaking down again, and has to at least try to communicate her feelings because everyone is getting worried about her, that she starts realizing that… her and her students' relationship isn't a one-way street. They're here for her, too. Edelgard is here for her. And though it's complicated, she starts slowly getting better and trying to convey her feelings to people more, as well as understand them. Slowly, that leads her to accept her divine part, starts being more sure of herself and starts to think about the future- about her future.

She's still pretty clueless about the nature of her attraction to Edelgard. But she knows that no matter how, she wants to spend every day in her company, and make her laugh, and give her the leisurely sweets-filled days she deserves. People kind of have to lay it out for her that what she feels is most definitely romantic love. The feeling and concept still feel a bit foreign to her, especially since she's basically got no relationship experience, but she's ready to give it a try. She realizes she literally wants to be Edelgard's- El's- life partner. She makes up her mind to propose, and she does. However, she doesn't do it with Jeralt's ring: that one she keeps for herself, because she finally loves herself fully. She engraves a little bergamot flower on El's engagement ring, though.

And now, they can have all the fluff they need. I'm pretty sure Siyn would take it extremely overboard at first: she'd read any and all romantic book she would get her hands on for research and apply them to real life. She'd lay so many petals on so many beds and floors on date nights. She'd do super corny stuff and Edelgard wouldn't even have the heart to tell her it's too much. She'd also have some time to spend focusing on herself, which would slowly lead her to the realization that, well… gender's never really been her thing ? and she's never really felt like she had any. She's always just gone with the flow and whatever people called her. So… yeah basically El walks her partner through her agender awakening. xD Siyn does keep she/her pronouns though, because she's most used to them- they tried others but she just never got used to them.

This post is getting very long, but here's an ask I answered about the disagreements Edeleth would face that also totally work for the both of them and this one about them having kids that completes it pretty neatly !!! Thanks again, hope you enjoyed =)

#fe3h #byleth eisner #edelgard von hresvelg #edeleth #siyn eisner #ask #dgix thoughts #agender

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imperatorisaureinova · 2 years ago

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FTF thoughts

hookay FTF thoughts here we go! It's long so it's under a read more hah! There are parts about FTF I liked but a lot...also not really. I will say as a disclaimer I do understand that due Disney cutting the show things changed and things that were planned or set up had to be altered or dropped entirely. But there are so many choices in terms of writting and some personal biases from the crew that really just make me wonder "BUT WHY" Philip! Augh again an episode where he spends doing....nothing. Though this is more a general complaint of mine in the series over all esp now I've watched trough toh a couple times is that as a villain Philip doesn't really do all that much. Anything intresting he does do is either cut short, or we only learn about it via flashbacks/background info. I know Dana said she hates writing him and it shows! Which is honestly a shame because even if you dislike him, he's not just a cut and dry villain there's a lot of substance to him. And it's really sad to watch that go to waste.

I DID like the scene with Ghost Caleb, I had theorized for a long time that he was being haunted by the ghost of his brother/previous GGs and it's nice to see I was correct about that. And him saying "Oh, shut up." to them was funny, AND I WAS RIGHT ABOUT HIM HAVING ONE FINAL GRIMWALKER, but sadly much like anything intresting it wasn't meant to be. And now he's possesing Raine.

Which I apolgize for anyone who likes Raine, I really don't. And I'm sad that I don't but Raine just has such little substance, take away the fact they're Eda's ex and...there's not a lot there. Now of course Raine isn't the only character who suffers from this issue but Raine is more in your face because being Eda's ex means they're supposed to be more revelant but there's just not a whole lot there. Raine roleplayers I beg of you, PLEASE help me like Raine! I know they have potential but the show will not provide!

And to close my thoughts off on Philip so far, I'm sad they're just having him do the same thing, all signs point to him going to restart the draining spell, which kinda makes the whole DOU thing feel pretty moot. Sadly the way things are just makes so that there is just not a lot they can do with him in general. I've been expecting him to die by the end of the show since Hollow Mind and I figured he was going to kick the bucket by the end of King's tide so they could give all the attention to the collector (we'll get to him next). But guess he'll still be there for the finale. Regardless RIP Philip Wittebane, you were a great villain but you wound up being wasted.

Now onto The Collector....

Oh boy. Now given he was included because of the cut I was already a little iffy on him since Philip WAS already a great villain for the show, but ok fine, lets see what they'll do with him.

OOF. They pretty much declawed him instantly, compare to how TC acts in season 2 vs how he is in FTF. We got some intresting tidbits such as the collectors having been an entire species, who as their name suggests collect. But if something prevents them from collecting they'd go nuclear and kill everything, except we are shown TC doesn't like this. Which honestly is stupid as hell given HE LITTERALLY HELPED PHILIP TO PLOT GENOCIDE, but no, he gets excused of that because he's "uwu baby" ugh. I am willing to bet that the collector who caught the owl beast will be a different collector and not the one we know (it was a nice nod to see the Owl beast act up when seeing the collector, poor creature was tortured basically)

I also wasn't impressed by the Weirdmageddon but watered down. (The bit with Terra was funny) And Odalia...well she's there...yay? They said they were going to go ham,but fail at going ham F

So The collector so far is just a watered down Bill Chiper and not even a good one at that.

Huntlow, fucking hate it, sorry not sorry. As a trauma survivor I'm honestly so tired of the trope that we need romance to be "fixed" I don't give a shit if "Plus sized girls should see they can get the hot guy too" as a plus sized person, there are different ways they could've done that. Body positivity is important yes but this isn't the way to do it. Did we really need half the episode spend on Boscha and Kikimora? I don’t think so Stringbean? Her design is hella adorable but her being a “shifter” just feels like fan service to me, since many people have been speculating what her palisman was going to be Dana just said “Oh, she’ll be ALL the things so nobody is wrong” they should’ve just been her base snake form. woof, I really don’t want to be so negative but it’s hard to ignore bad writing when I see it, to quote what someone said in my discord server “So far, TTT and FTF really just feel like nothing more than afterthoughts” and honestly, I agree. I will be excited to watch the Finale in April (provided Itunes doesn’t fucking leak it again) but my hopes are all but gone, I don’t have much if any expectations

#toh #the owl house #ftf spoilers #Emperor Belos #Philip Wittebane #Luz Noceda #Hunter the golden guard #Willow Parks #Eda Clawthorne #Amity Blight #Gus Porter #Kikimora #Lilith Clawthorne #Hooty #for the future spoilers

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decibelcoatl · 2 years ago

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Little Heartbeats II

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Behold, the long-awaited sequel no one asked for, but is getting anyway.

Also, Happy Valentine's Day! ♥

He awoke to the sound of snow thumping loudly against the balcony door, slowly rising from his bed and the blankets that covered his body. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, Lan turned to notice several imprints on the glass where several snowballs had struck, partly blocking out the moonlight that shone upon his room. Looking around, he was surprised (and relieved) that the noise hadn’t disturbed MegaMan from sleep mode.

What kind of maniac throws snowballs in the middle of the night, and what do they even want from me, he thought as he trudged to the door. The moment he opened it, he found himself being blasted by a rush of cold air, causing him to shiver. It almost reminded him of the time he’d braved a fierce snowstorm trying to restore the weather in Sharo, risking his body heat while MegaMan lit the Cyber Torches.

Well, I’m not going to stand around and freeze to death, he thought with a grumble as he shut the door and locked it as tightly as he could. He started to turn around to get back to sleep, only for the snowballs to resume once more.

Letting out a groan, he returned to open the door once more right as a stray snowball flew right in his face. Lan quickly dodged it and watched as the snowball slammed against his collection of action figures. Some of them wobbled in place, while others fell with a resounding thud.

“You gotta be joking…” Lan sighed, putting a hand to his forehead. All that time spent organizing his collection, only for it to be partly wasted. At least none of them broke, including that limited edition Owl Guard figurine. Lord knows how much Zenny he’d spent on that figurine, and having it broken meant his efforts would have been all for naught!

Well, putting the figurines back in place would have to wait until tomorrow. Right now, he needed to find out the cause behind those snowballs.

“Finally awake and showing your sleepy face?” a familiar girlish voice called out to him from below. Lan turned around to find none other than his dear friend Mayl standing below the balcony. Her ruby eyes were shimmering as she grinned from ear to ear.

“M-Mayl?! What are you even doing here?! It’s the freakin’ middle of the night!”

The girl quickly shushed him before beckoning him to come down. Lan sighed as he went back inside and closed the door. “She better owe me an explanation,” he muttered to himself as he slipped on his bandana. He then headed downstairs to put on his coat and boots before opening the door and stepping outside.

To his astonishment, a gentle snowfall had descended upon ACDC Town, blanketing the whole world in pure white. Up above, the moon was as bright and silvery as ever, coupled with the glittering stars that dashed across the endless black sky. His breath caught in his throat and his hands unconsciously clasped over his chest as his heart began to beat at a slightly faster tempo.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Lan stifled a yelp of surprise upon hearing Mayl’s voice, causing him to turn around to find his best friend right beside him.

“M-Mayl, don’t sneak up on me like that!” Lan scolded her. “You almost gave me a heart attack!”

But Mayl only giggled. He looked so adorable when he was flustered like this – that was one of the reasons why she liked him…more than he realized.

“Sorry about that,” she said. “But there’s something I want to show you. I think you’ll love it!”

She was always like that. Lan had known this aspect of her for as long as he could remember. When they were little and their friendship was nothing more than a bud, she’d take him wherever she wanted to take him, show him what she wanted to show him, and more. He’d been lonely for much of his early life – a fact made more prominent when he learned that MegaMan was his identical twin brother Hub, who died of HBD when they were only one. But he knew he’d be lying if he said he didn’t appreciate Mayl’s company.

Back then, Lan was much more timid and sheltered, with his only “friends” being his dad’s colleagues from SciLab. Mayl, on the other hand, was much more brave and outgoing, and also a secret fantasy nerd. A complete contrast to their present selves, except for the third aspect. Lan never stopped hanging around SciLab, and Mayl continued being a secret fantasy nerd.

With little warning, Mayl grabbed Lan’s hand and began dragging him down the streets. Lan opened his mouth to protest against her act of throwing him off-balance, only to quickly close it upon laying his eyes on her smile – that damned, beautiful smile that always seemed to make his ears burn and his heart race these days (and all without him knowing or understanding why).

Without even thinking, he gently squeezed her hand back as she continued dragging him along. She wanted to show him something she thought he might like; there was not a snowball’s chance in hell he was going to ruin it over something so trivial!

As the two passed by snow-covered buildings and trees, Lan kept his gaze trained on the snowflakes that lazily fell from the sky, noticing the contrast between now and during the snowstorm crisis in Sharo. It made him wonder how Raika and SearchMan were doing back there. Perhaps he should write an e-mail to them sometime, even though he and Raika weren’t exactly what one would call friends.

“And here we are!” Mayl’s chipper voice snapped Lan out of his reverie. He looked down and let out a choked gasp to find a view most beautiful.

There, right before the two, was a sprawling lake encrusted with white snow. Its surface was clear and reflective as any mirror as starlight and moonlight danced upon it, while snowflakes whirled about it in their slow movements. Not a creature was stirring, save for the occasional hoot of an owl or two, and there was nothing that could disturb the stillness of the lake.

All things considered, it was a view and a moment most resplendent.

…Until he decided, against his better judgement, to open his mouth.

“So…you brought me here to tell me that you found yet another possible portal to that realm of witches?”

He was quickly punished by a sharp jab in the ribs, followed by a swift kick to the back of his legs that knocked him off-balance. He grunted in pain as his back met the cold, hard earth, knocking whatever air he had stored in his lungs straight out of them.

He lay there, wheezing for a few moments before slowly sitting up to brush out some snow that had gotten into his hair. He then turned to glare up at the girl, who had turned away with her arms crossed and a pouty expression on her face. “What the hell was that for, Mayl??”

“You’re such a moron, Lan,” Mayl simply retorted. “I didn’t bring you here just to show off some portal!”

“Then what?” Lan rose back to his feet and dusted the snow off his pajama pants, muttering half to himself about how he was going to have them air-dried in the morning.

Just as quickly as she had lost her temper, Mayl was able to regain it as she looked out at the lake. “I heard this place was at its most beautiful in winter, when the sky was clear and there was no one around,” she explained. “I’ve always wanted to see it for myself, but never really got the chance to do so…until now.”

Lan raised an eyebrow. “And you decided to bring me here because…?”

There was a pause as Mayl shuffled her feet in the snow, sprinkling the fluffy pink trim of her boots with a powdery white. She then looked up bashfully at him with a light pink blush on her face.

“Lan,” she began. “Do you know what today is?”

Lan found himself absentmindedly flicking a snowflake off his nose. “No…?”

The girl let out a sigh. “Of course you wouldn’t,” she muttered half to herself before turning to face him. “It’s Valentine’s Day!”

Oh.

Oh crap.

He always forgot about THAT day! The day when he would receive so many cards that he’d go completely speechless, and so many chocolates that he could stuff himself full if he wanted to (though not without receiving a scolding from MegaMan). He knew Mayl would have plenty of competition that day, with all the other girls fawning over him – except Yai, who saw him as more of an older brother figure.

He turned away as he put a hand to his chest, his heart pounding a little bit more than usual.

Mayl frowned. “Is there something wrong, Lan,” she asked.

“W-well,” the boy stammered. “It’s got nothing to do with you, or the scenery. And I do appreciate coming out here with you, even if you had to drag me out here in the middle of the night…but…”

How could he formulate his next thoughts into words? It had been a few months since the fall of the Nebula crime syndicate and the permanent deletion of Nebula Grey. Dr. Regal had been completely reformed through mysterious circumstances, but he and Dr. Hikari were certainly on better and more friendly terms now that they were colleagues in SciLab.

Despite all that, however, Lan just couldn’t shake the feeling of regret and guilt that was building up inside of him. All this time, he’d been hiding so much from Mayl, Dex, Yai…even his own mother, whom he’d disobeyed for the sake of working alongside Chaud and Baryl to rescue his father and put a stop to Regal’s abuse of the SoulNet. In the end, they did succeed…but Lan was worried that he had put a wedge between himself and Mayl in the process.

He recalled how upset and distressed she was when she learned the truth. The only thing he could do was comfort her with words of reassurance that he would rescue Roll, GutsMan and Glyde, and all the other Navis who were corrupted by Regal’s Dark Chips, and that he would come back to her…and even then, he knew these words were just illusions to keep her out of any more danger than she was in now.

He turned his attention to the distant horizon, taking note of an owl that had just crossed his line of sight before vanishing into the dark canopy of the trees.

“It’s not on you, Mayl,” he spoke rather absentmindedly. “It’s on me.”

Mayl blinked in surprise. “What do you mean?”

Lan let out a shaky breath as he felt his eyes begin to water. “During the SoulNet incident, I’ve been nothing but selfish. I lied about teaming up with Chaud and Baryl, I hid the fact that I was operating within Higsby’s chip shop to take down Nebula…hell, I even disobeyed my own mother about staying put! And all because I was too weak and selfish to stop Regal from hurting the one closest to me! If I hadn’t asked Dad to bring you, Dex and Yai along, Roll and the others wouldn’t have been kidnapped, and the whole mess wouldn’t have happened to begin with!”

You don’t deserve me.

Tears were now streaming down his cheeks, but he pushed himself to continue. “I’ve done nothing but screw things up. I couldn’t protect my family. I couldn’t protect my friends. I couldn’t even protect myself or Hub. I pushed everyone away to try and change who I really was.”

He lowered his head and wiped the tears from his eyes. “Chaud was right…I’ll always be just a burden.”

You deserve better.

The feeling of Mayl’s pinkie finger intertwining with his own caught Lan’s attention as she inched closer to him. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Lan, and you were never a burden,” she told him as gently as she could. “You did the best you could – no one can blame you for that.”

She leaned over to rest her head on his shoulder as she bumped her wrist against his, smiling softly. “The fact that you’re still here is more than enough. After all, you mean the world to me. I brought you here to remind you that there’s more to life than stopping cyber terrorists.”

A light blush appeared on Lan’s cheeks as her kind words touched him. He could almost swear the beating of his heart filling his ears as it hammered within his ribcage.

“I…I don’t know what to say,” he whispered.

Without warning, she suddenly wrapped her free arm around him, pulling him in for a hug. Lan was completely caught off-guard at first, but then slowly returned the embrace. He felt a warm feeling overcome him as he did, and he couldn’t help but smile a little.

“By the way,” Mayl said as they pulled away and she placed a finger on the tip of his nose.

“U-um, yes?”

“No more putting yourself down and calling yourself a burden,” she admonished him. “Or I’m going to get really mad.”

Lan gulped, but smiled sheepishly and nodded. “A-as you wish, captain,” he replied.

His only response was a silly little giggle that escaped the girl’s mouth.

* * *

After what seemed like a long time, Lan and Mayl decided it was time to head home. Though Lan would have liked to spend just a little more time at that moonlit lake, he also knew that if stayed there too long, MegaMan would likely get suspicious.

The two of them spent the entire return trip home in complete silence, taking in the gentle snowfall that surrounded them and the quiet, snowy town of ACDC. The only lights to guide them other than the moon or stars were the streetlights that illuminated their path, and even then there wasn’t anyone around except for themselves.

All the while, Lan kept Mayl close to him, his hand held in hers. He could feel his heart thumping a happy tune in his chest as his cheeks became flushed. Normally, such display of affection from Mayl would have left him feeling bewildered and confused. But tonight was not the case.

Tonight, he just felt happy having her by his side.

Plus, Valentine’s Day was coming up. Maybe for once he should try and get a bit more involved this year (provided he didn’t die of secondhand embarrassment first).

“Well, here we are,” Mayl’s voice broke the peaceful silence as they finally arrived back home.

Lan let out a sad sigh as he reluctantly let go of her hand, knowing that this would be a parting of ways for now. But at the same time, he also knew that they would meet again in school.

“I had a lovely time going out with you,” Mayl chirped, drawing his attention back to her. She had her hands behind her back as she smiled her brightest yet (damn, she could outshine both the sun and moon with that smile if she could!) “Even if it meant having to wake you up in the middle of the night.”

Lan remained speechless. Then, he chuckled. “I-it’s alright,” he replied, averting his eyes and clutching his right arm with his left hand. “I had a nice time, too.”

Mayl smiled, drawing out those adorable dimples on her face as she did.

Then let out a yawn.

“Well,” she said drowsily. “I’d better get some sleep. You’d better, too.”

Lan chuckled. “Heh, yeah,” he commented, rubbing the back of his head with one hand. “I bet MegaMan is probably out of sleep mode and wondering where I snuck off to.”

Mayl giggled. “I bet Roll is, too. Well, see you.”

She then turned on her heel and began to walk towards the front door of her house. Lan did the same, but only took a few steps before he paused.

“H-hey, um…Mayl?”

“Hm?” Mayl turned to him, her eyes brimming with curiosity.

Lan took a deep breath and turned to face her, this time with a much more genuine smile. “Thanks for what you told me back there,” he said. “You…” He turned away and blushed while maintaining eye contact with her. “You mean the world to me, too.”

Mayl’s eyes widened with surprise at this statement. She hadn’t expected Lan to say something like that, especially after all that emotional turmoil he went through.

Still, she couldn’t help but smile warmly. She was glad she was able to at least help him in her own way, even if it wasn’t what either of them had expected. It felt like a weight had been lifted off both their shoulders, and they could finally rest easy with the knowledge that Nebula was gone for good.

“I’m glad,” she said. “Well, see you tomorrow.”

Lan nodded as she watched her disappear behind the front door of her house. “Yeah…see you.”

He stood for just a little while longer before a sleepy feeling came over him. He decided it was best to get home and get some rest.

As he approached the door, he took one last look outside, taking in the moonlight that shone upon the streets, and smiled. Tonight might not have been what he had expected in the slightest, but he knew in his heart that it was one he would treasure for as long as he lived…just being that that moonlit lake, alone with the one person who mattered the most to him.

#cyber drabble #Lan Hikari #Mayl Sakurai #Maylan #Mega Man Battle Network #MMBN #Lan x Mayl #long post #fanfic #writers on tumblr

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lazuli-writes · 2 years ago

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Verdict

summary: Daphne has to sit through Ron’s trial

pairing: Daphne Greengrass & Ronald Weasley

genre: angst / fluff / slice of life

estimated word count: 3300 words

a/n: Remember folks, copying other people’s works is plagiarism and that’s illegal. Don’t be that kind of person. Anyways, hope you all enjoy it :)

©little-lazuli. Do not copy, repost, or translate without permission

“Do any esteemed members of the Wizengamot wish to further question the defense of Lord Consort, Ronald Bilius Greengrass?”

Daphne smothered the immense rancor that sought to swallow her whole as she witnessed the trial before her. Her fists clenched, sitting on her lap as her knuckles shined white. Her eyes, pools of bronze fire. Thinned lips and her spine, tight and aligned perfectly. The scowl on her face was nothing more than apparent. Her breathing heavy yet silent. The ire within the witch’s soul barely contained as she watched the asinine, tedious, and irrevocably moronic excuse of a trial take place.

She wanted to be happy, joyous, hopeful at how Ron was assured of his release. Especially after the court replayed a collection of memories from herself and Percy. As well as the contrived entrance of the believed-to-be-dead, Madam Amelia Bones. Nothing could quell the fury within her however, as she looked down at the thin, iron cage. Barbed and for sure enchanted, holding her disheveled and gaunt husband.

It had barely been a couple of minutes after being released from St. Mungo’s when the insipid fool John Dawlish, waltzed in and arrested Ron. She’d never forget that day. She’d never forget the dodgy prick that was John Dawlish, and how he was just ‘following orders’ to ‘collect all leads’ on presumed death eaters. The way Ron—heavily supported by both her own arms and that of a cane—seemed content in kissing her nerves away, caressing her worries out of her thoughts. As if she hadn’t just been told that Ron would be arrested for being a suspected monster. That he’d await his trial not in some holding cell in that blasted ministry, but in FUCKING Azkaban.

Daphne promised him something in those short and bitter moments before he was led away like some damn game waiting to be slaughtered. Promised she wouldn’t rage over him. Promised she wouldn’t exact some form of petty revenge on Dawlish, or Head Auror Robards or even that blasted excuse of a minister, Kingsley Shacklebolt for not stepping in sooner.

Of course she didn’t keep that damned promise.

Auntie Muriel’s visit to the Ministry not even an hour after Daphne’s floo call was supposedly something of a furor if she remembered correctly. Dawlish was nearly sent running for the hills as he saw Lady Muriel Prewett lead her close friend, the Lady Augusta Longbottom, into the auror office. Dawlish’s ego and knackers still sore from being nearly obliterated when he tried to apprehend Augusta a year prior.

Daphne figured that would have been enough of a ruckus if she was out to defend a friend. Had it been for Tracey or even cousin Theo—had they survived the war—then that would have been sufficient. But not for her husband. Not for the wizard Daphne had come to love. Not for the epitome of an honorable and loving man that Daphne called her’s.

And so some missives here, some owls there and a couple of floo calls later, had the entire Weasley clan up in arms at the atrocious behavior exacted on the youngest Weasley son. Daphne even considered bribing the Daily Prophet, but she knew better than to waste a knut on the vulture that was Rita Skeeter.

There was Arthur and Percy Weasley, Daphne’s least favorite and most favorite of Ron’s relatives, respectively. Both eager in Ron’s defense. Arthur, entering a near screaming match with Robards himself. All the while, Percy traveled to France with Audrey. Gathering testimonies and support from the refugees Daphne and Ron both aided in the past few years.

Molly had her wand out and ready, her sons William and the twins at her flanks, as they had cornered Minister Shacklebolt in the atrium. The way the Weasley matriarch’s voice reverberated in the halls of the ministry was almost intoxicating for Daphne. Watching as the tall and sturdy man called minister almost toppled, struggling to answer Molly’s bombardment of threats and questions. Enjoying as Robards had been chastised publicly amongst the crowds of the atrium by Arthur, Shacklebolt, and even Potter. She almost screamed in glee at how Dawlish fidgeted as glares from both Robards and Shacklebolt shined down upon him. Daphne could almost call it a victory.

But Ron still had spent three days imprisoned before an appropriate amount of the Wizengamot could attend and instigate a proper trial. Hence Daphne’s current predicament. Her bitterness at Ron’s treatment was intensifying as Daphne stared at him.

Those rags they called a uniform did nothing to warm Ron. She was sure of it. Three days out of the hospital and he looked ready to spend another tenure there again. Lips chapped, cheeks gaunt, black bags beneath his eyes. Shoulders slumped, body shivering, right arm holding his stomach. Hair matted and messy, his metal arm that replaced his amputated left nowhere to be seen. His bandages that rode up two-thirds of his left leg—still healing from Bellatrix’s blasting curse and splinching from his escape of said curse—now were dirty, maroon, damp and possibly overused. Daphne seethed at the mere thought that he would have caught an infection. The shine in Ron’s right eye was no longer there. It looked almost as dull as the blinded left eye of his.

Yet he still smiled. He smiled as he caught Daphne’s brown orbs. His smile, reassuring. Genuine and so softly filled with love. Daphne only got angrier, so embittered at how someone as sweet as Ron, was forced to endure so much. It wasn’t fair.

“Seeing as there are no objections, may the vote commence.” Minister Kingsley Shacklebolt, the current overseer of Ron’s trial, commanded.

Daphne felt the woman beside her tense up, obviously filled with dread at the more negative possibilities that could happen. Molly Weasley was in the same boat as she, visibly enraged, fearing every worst possible outcome of either verdict, bitter at Ron’s continued torture in this life. Daphne couldn’t blame her, the elder witch has had a rough few months.

Daphne never thought her relationship with someone such as Molly would flourish the way that it did. The Lady of Greengrass had recognized the moment she met Molly back in fifth year, that she didn’t appreciate Daphne’s presence. Granted, Daphne did believe it may have had something to do with how rotten her connections to Fred, George and Ginevra were all that time ago. Daphne guessed however, that believing that your child was dead for some time might give some perspective.

Daphne would never admit it, but seeing Molly rush through that hospital room door, tears racing down her face, jaw shivering and eyes hopeful. It was pleasing for Daphne to see someone in Ron’s family still caring about him, with as much devotion and love as she had for the red headed wizard.

•••

“RONNIE!?”

The younger witch jumped as the door to the fourth floor room slammed open, eliciting a tiny shriek from Daphne.

Before her stood a sobbing mother, Molly Weasley. Daphne hadn’t seen her since her and Ron’s secret attendance at William’s wedding. Back then, the Weasley matriarch was the epitome of a tough and winsome mother. A witch at the possible height of her glory. Now, the Prewett daughter stood with tears racing down her face, chest heaving out quick and heavy breaths. Hair, slightly littered with grays and white, within the sea of red. Eyes large, wet and shining… glimmering with hope.

“M-Mrs. Weasley?”

Molly was stock still, staring down at the blonde witch, who sat exhausted in a chair next to the empty bed.

“Where is he?”

Daphne barely heard her, unused to the mouse like whispers coming from the typically loud matriarch.

“Ron?”

Molly nodded her head fiercely, wiping away at the rivers that streamed down her face.

“He’s in surgery right now.”

Molly collapsed to the ground at that, her sobs taking precedence as she shook almost uncontrollably at Daphne’s words.

Daphne shot up from her seat, ignoring the tiredness in her chest and the ache in her legs. Quickly coming to the elder's aid, Daphne tried her best to calm her down, but Molly was relentless in her eruption of emotion. Sorrow, elation, melancholy, joy. Molly was a roaring ocean of uncontrollable sentiment as the news of Ron’s life took her off her feet.

It took a while—consistent circle rubs of the back, some hugs, some whispers and coos of comfort and relief shared amongst the two witches—before Daphne could successfully aid her unknowing mother-in-law to a chair to sit. Once the mother gathered a semblance of composure, she finally looked to Daphne.

“How…”

Daphne cocked her head in confusion.

“How… How did he survive?” Whimpered Molly. Leaving Daphne even more confused at the direction of the conversation.

“What do you mean Mrs. Weasley?” Daphne was nothing but lost, completely and utterly perplexed at Molly’s question.

“I-I… I thought h-he-“ Molly sniffled hard, wiping away at the renewal of tears that threatened to spill. Daphne held her breath, starting to depict at what the Weasley matriarch was inferring.

Taking another moment to regather her composure, in a painful and soft voice, Molly finished her qualm, “I thought my son was dead.”

Daphne, leaning back against the bed as she stared down at the sitting Molly, was now motionless, internalizing Molly’s words. The mere thought of such acting as knives, skinning away bits and pieces of her soul. Ron wasn’t dead. He barely survived the battle, but still he did. And now he was for sure going to survive this surgery and series of rituals to aid in his healing. Back-to-back dealings with a blasting curse, splinching and a dark magic infection was not something so easily dealt with. But she was adamant in Ron’s strength. He was gonna survive again. He will live.

“Why did you think he was dead?” Daphne couldn’t help but ask. Refocusing her attention on the woman before her, throwing any possible dark thoughts out of her mind.

“Fred and P-Percy… they said Bellatrix had thrown a blasting curse his way. T-That he didn’t make it” Molly paused, sniffling slightly before continuing, “all they found was his wand and a crater.”

Daphne felt it all click in her mind, understanding fueling her lungs as she thought of Molly’s words.

They didn’t see Daphne pull Ron back. Ron had barely succeeded in apparating his brother’s and himself away from that exploding wall. They weren’t expecting Bellatrix to join Rookwood in his assault on the three brothers. And so when Rookwood took his turn to duel both Percy and Fred, Bellatrix unleashed her fury on Ron. Enraged at Ron for Daphne’s role in what happened at Malfoy Manor. Daphne internally screamed at herself, still regretful for her role in Bellatrix’s miscarriage. Because of her, Bellatrix attacked Ron. Because of her, she failed to pull Ron completely out of harm. Because of her, Ron had splinched and still suffered getting hit by some of the debris from that blasting curse. Because of her, Ron was here in St. Mungo’s, and Daphne had no clue for how long. And the guilt only culminated in that moment when Daphne realized… Molly and perhaps Ron’s entire family believed him to be dead… ever since the battle. That was a whole fortnight ago.

“I apparated him out of the way. As the explosion happened.”

Molly closed her eyes, silently thanking all those above as she digested Daphne’s words. Her son, her baby boy, her Ronnie is alive. The terror and burden of burying one of her children was all for naught. The noose of a parents' pain was unraveled and Molly couldn’t help but feel like breathing again, if only for a bit. The fight wasn’t over in Molly’s eyes. Ron was still fighting for his life. And by everything right and good in the world over did Molly hope, pray and beg that Ron would survive. That he would come back to her.

“Mrs. Weasley…” Daphne asked, hand on Molly’s shoulder, eyes searching for a sign that Molly was alright, “are you okay-”

Daphne was cut off by Molly’s body suddenly smothering her. Arms wrapping around brutally, bringing Daphne’s head in a soft embrace of Molly’s shoulder. The elder’s arms wrapping around in a snakelike grip. Holding Daphne close as the blonde felt wetness spill upon her hair. It took Daphne only seconds to realize that Molly was sobbing silently as she kept Daphne in a blustery hug.

“T-Thank you Daphne!! You saved my boy!”

Daphne barely registered Molly’s words as she just simply returned the hug, trying and failing to match Molly’s ferocity in the act of hugging. If she didn’t die over her constant worrying for Ron, then Molly was sure to kill her with the way she squeezed Daphne into a mush.

Eventually releasing one another, Daphne leaned back as Molly sat down, both regathering themselves. In that moment, Daphne’s culpable aura compelled her to apologize.

“Mrs. Weasley… I am so sorry. Had I known I… I would have alerted at least one of you of the truth. That he was okay.”

Molly smiled as she shivered, accepting but also dismissing her words, for the mother held not a drop of ire for the blonde witch.

And from there, the two witches sat in a comfortable stupor. Exchanging stories and thoughts that were left unsaid. Molly apologized profoundly for her coldness towards Daphne at that dinner two years ago. Daphne relayed her regret for not doing more to alleviate Ron’s stressful relationship with his family. Molly gave her condolences for Daphne’s and Ron’s loss of both family and friends—Daphne had teared up at the reminder; Astoria, Theo and Tracey were gone, Ron was all she had left. Daphne commended the elder on her defeat of Bellatrix. Molly explained how she had thought that “bitch” had stolen her son from her, and how the “bitch” attempted to take her daughter as well. Daphne revealed the truth in Bellatrix’s sudden obsession for Weasley blood and her role in it. Molly only smiled softly, taking ahold of Daphne’s hand and squeezing it in consolation.

Curiosity struck both women at the same time as they each asked the heavy questions that weighed down on each other’s minds.

Molly queried over Ron’s surname, asking about why when she arrived, there were no one listed as a patient, under the name of Weasley. Not the way Daphne would have preferred Ron’s mother finding out the young couple married but it was what it was. Daphne was more uncomfortable having to explain why Ron took her name versus she taking the name Weasley. ‘He didn’t want to give a name he was deemed unworthy of.’ Molly had tried to hold her tears back… she failed.

Daphne inquired about Molly's discovery of Ron being.. alive. Molly simply said ‘My Clock. My clock never lies.’ leaving Daphne to fill the blanks in by herself. Of course she questioned further, leaving Molly to explain how ever since he had been disowned and thrown out, Ron’s hand had remained firmly on “Traveling” even after his false demise, it remained on the same spot. Until that day, it moved to “Hospital” as Daphne brought Ron in. This led to the blonde witch explaining that though she had healed most of the injuries he sustained, she hadn’t recognized that he was suffering from a dark magic infection that was reopening his wounds. This only furthered Daphne’s guilt at causing Ron more pain.

Hours of comforting words, innumerable questions, truthful answers and a calming peace had passed before the hospital room door opened.

Molly gasped, shaking in her spot, new tears gathering at her eyes but not falling, as the form of her sleeping son was pushed in on a gurney. He was levitated unto his bed neatly and lightly before Molly moved forward. Laying a soft kiss and a couple of tears on his head. Gripping his right hand in her own as she held the warm flesh of her Ronnie once again.

Daphne didn’t miss the way Molly’s heart broke, trailing over Ron’s figure. His left eye, now blinded and closed, had the tiniest traces of thin scars. His entire chest, torso and left leg were wrapped in bandages, the conjoined smell of blood and healing potions releasing a stinging stench into the room. His left arm, completely lacking its defiled lower half. And still Ron lived. He just needed some time.

•••

Two months, two weeks, five days and eight hours was what it took for Ron to heal from his infection. For Ron to be able to stand on his own. To walk with little support other than another fellow or his cane. For him to adjust to having one working eye—Daphne still agreed with Molly in wanting to get him a magical glass eye but Ron had refused, and Daphne’s heart hurt too much to want to fight him on anything as of late.

Dawlish must have thought he was lucky, cornering the young couple, the day of Ron’s release. Molly, Arthur or any of his siblings hadn’t stopped by yet for their usual visits, it was only six in the morning. Daphne wanted to hex him into the next century, but Ron kept her cool. Calmed her down. And now three days later, she watched the result of her letting Ron be taken from her.

“All those in favor of conviction, please raise your wand,” Not a single wand was held, granting a wave of appeasement to seep into Daphne’s soul. “All those in favor of clearing the defense of all charges, please raise your wand.”

Daphne figured that every single member of that Wizengamot possessed a fraction of a brain, for every person voted in Ron’s favor, solidifying the wizard as free.

“With that taken into account, I hereby pronounce the Lord Consort, Ronald Bilius Greengrass, cleared of all charges.”

Daphne didn’t wait for the closing formalities to take place, instead gathering her gown up into her hands as she sped out of the courtroom. She led herself to the auror’s department, awaiting for Ron to be released. The scowl on her face worked wonders in warning the many workers present to shove off. Not that Daphne cared, her eyes focused itself on the fool Dawlish, escorting a limping Ron out from behind the cell hall doors.

Enveloping Ron into her arms as soon as she could, Daphne sighed as she felt him all but sink into her embrace. With the way his head rested on her own, she’d never get over his height. The way his calloused hands held her ever so softly. Daphne could stay like that forever, and die with a smile upon her face. It wasn’t to last though, Daphne knew Ron needed help, and she’d be damned if she didn’t get it.

“I told you not to worry Daph.”

Daphne chuckled as tears began to escape, pulling back to overlook her love once again before asserting herself as his crutch. As Dawlish made his exit after retrieving Ron’s cane, Daphne helped Ron forward, heading inevitably for St. Mungo’s once again.

“How could I not Ron?”

It was Ron’s turn to chuckle, leaving a soft kiss from his chapped lips upon Daphne’s temple.

“You know” Daphne looked up briefly, still trying her best to help Ron move forward, “I heard a rumor about a certain blonde witch… turning the ministry on its head after a certain ginger was locked up.”

“I have not the faintest recollection of what you speak.”

Daphne’s words elicited more laughs from the redhead. Daphne smiled hearing Ron’s giggles.

“Not one? Not any at all?”

“None.”

With the way Ron laughed again, Daphne finally felt at ease. Finally allowing herself to calm down and accepting that everything might just be okay again.

#lazuli writes #hp fanfcition #hp fanfic #ron weasley fanfic #ron weasly imagine #ronald weasley fanfic #ron weasley fanfiction #slytherin ron weasley #ron weasley #ron weasley angst #ron weasley fluff #slytherin ronald weasley #ronald weasley #ronald weasley fanfiction #daphne greengrass #daphne greengrass fanfic

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the-haunted-office · 2 years ago

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Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship(For Sal and Tau´s relationship with Thursday)

Sal and Thursday:

Thursday goes to Sal for parenting advice a lot. She relied heavily on her mother to help her with friend and relationship advice, so ever since losing her mom she's struggled in those areas. Her mom had a way of making things make sense to her, and with her gone she has to figure these things out on her own, which isn't always easy. When she has her baby, she'll be looking to Sal for her knowledge and experience to help when she needs it.

I imagine them taking the kids out to the park and zoo and such all the time! They'll spend the whole day out having fun and letting the kids run through all their energy.

It usually takes Thursday a lot of time to open up to people about herself, but I think she'd be open pretty easily with Sal. Thursday feels safe with Sal about those kinds of things. She's probably told her all (and Julia) all about her family before the office, about what happened to Stanley, and when she was infected by the mist, all her fears, everything.

Sal makes Thursday think of Bulma from the Dragonball/Dragonball Z anime series because of her blue hair and directness. x)

Tau and Thursday:

They do art together! Thursday is certainly no skilled artist, but she loves Bob Ross and loves painting in his style. She's probably made some with dinosaurs and mammoths in them for Tau and signed her name all fancy on them for him.

Thursday is in the processing of showing him all of her favorite childhood movies, including the entire Land Before Time series which has 14 movies and a TV series.

So long as Tau's parents are comfortable with it, Thursday takes him outside the office to explore all the new plant and animal life that evolved over the centuries she was stuck in the office. They've started a collection of insects and are in the process of naming them.

Tau has helped fixed Thursday's bedtime routine because he has a routine where she did not before. Very much a night owl, she'll accidentally stay up all night and not realize it's morning until she hears birds chirping outside. But with Tau around, she's been forced to stick closer to his routine and has started going to bed earlier as a result.

#drchandras sanctuary for ais

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milomaxxy · 6 months ago

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I was never close with my grandmother. She was mean, and I didn't like how mean she was. As an adult, a couple years after she had passed I figured out why. She grew up in tough times, in a not-the-worst for the time but certainly-not-okay household, and her early adult years were horrible. She bounced from an abusive home to abusive relationships, and was a single mother in the late when she gave birth to my uncle in the late 1940s. She had several relationships that failed (for good reasons, usually bc the man was abusing her or her kids) and had more kids. Iirc she had 4 to 6 kids by the time she married her husband in the 1960s. Like I said, I wasn't close with her so I don't really know the details fully. By this point she was already cold, according to my father; but marrying her husband changed her entirely. This man was a horrible person who did horrible things I won't repeat. But something he did that makes me livid to no end is prevent her from ever telling her children her side of their heritage. She wasn't allowed to tell his stepchildren about their fathers (including my biological grandfather, who I still no nothing about). She wasn't allowed to talk about her parents or grandparents at all but especially in front of the children.

My parents had me in their 40s, so by the time I was born my grandma was in her 70s. I only knew her as mean and honestly abusive herself. Obviously I'm not excusing her behavior and actions, I just understand where she was coming from after learning about her more. I despised going to her house for the most part unless my cousins were over, bc she would be outright hateful to me and say I "couldn't take a joke".

But sometimes she'd talk about how her dad would braid thick strands of wild grasses into a stick and cleanse their home. They lived in an actual sod house at one point bc it's what they could afford, and she remembered how they would tamp the dirt down with their feet. Her grandfather lived with them in the sod house and taught her about different rocks, and developed her love of them (she had a Chyna cabinet dedicated to her rock collection). She talked about how her grandfather and father would get "stared at weird" and how her mother and her would go to town alone; this went right over my head as a child, I just assumed it was because they were hicks. She'd make calls around to family members everytime she'd hear an owl outside, and told everyone to be wary of owls. That was all she was really allowed to say until her husband died, and by that point she was beginning to experience dementia. The most anyone could get out of her in her later years about her parents (much less her grandparents) was that they weren't supposed to talk about it outside of the home.

I hate that I didn't get to learn more from her. I hate that I wasn't able to hear about my ancestors from her. I especially hate that it was because of her abusive husband that whole stories and family member's names came to an end. And even tho I didn't like her, it's heartbreaking that when she was finally free to tell she couldn't bc of alzheimers. The most I get is my father (who I spent years doubting until I could basically fact check him through as many resources as possible) telling me that his great-grandfather was a Cherokee man. That his great-grandmother cheated on her husband with him, was found out, and divorced immediately. She was excommunicated from her family, and got with the man she'd cheated with. I don't get their names, bc he doesn't know their names. He doesn't know their names bc a man who smelled like tobacco and sweat wouldn't let my grandma tell him.

I'm white-passing. I know it, I won't deny that at all. But I also won't deny how many times growing up in the sticks some random hick would tell me to "go to Oklahoma" (wtf) or ask me if I could smudge their house. I've been mistaken for Asian a weird number of times, and as an adult I've been told I'm "pretty dark for white" (which left me both nauseous and wondering wtaf that even means). I had to unlearn internalized racism for years, because I thought my blood quantum made me white and that I shouldn't try to be part of my community. I still find myself trying not to take up too much space, bc I worry that I'm overstepping. I worry about trying to learn about my heritage and culture without looking like some white person pretending their great-great-great-great-grandma was a Cherokee princess. It's a struggle I don't even know how to begin figuring out and yet I have fucking people acting like I'm a fascist bc I won't support democrats blowing up brown people over republicans blowing up brown people

#vent post #vent #indigenous #indigenous struggles #i dont even get to know my fucking lineage #native american #native struggles #tw abuse mention #tw abuse #america is committing genocide

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oh-cramity-its-amity · 1 year ago

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Oh? A tag game? Game on then. Thank you for the tag.

something old

With what begins as phone calls and casual emails quickly grew into kissing and casual flings after days of being around each other. Hope doesn't mind at all, quite the opposite actually, there's something about Amy's face that just makes sense to Hope, and maybe that would seem strange to most, but Hope seriously doesn't mind it. Actually, she would be lying if she said she didn't want more of it. They don't talk about it much, frankly because there really isn't much to talk about other than the fact that they're still the same two kids from high school. Hope's found her nerve not to tease Amy, and Amy's found the nerve not to over think everything. And that's kind of nice for once. But Amy still insistently defends Molly in conversations, and Hope still constantly bashes her, Hope figures that not much ever changes in a year. It still feels like Hope is still learning new things about Amy however, like the fact that she has no favorite color because of some belief that choosing one would be ultimately be discriminatory to the rest. (It's yellow.) They still have their 2 AM talks though, the only difference is that Amy's just there now and there isn't a time difference separating them. No obscure data rates, nothing. Hope's thankful for that part however, she liked hearing the sound of Amy’s voice as she falls asleep.

something new

(Little sneak peek at a future chapter that's not out yet of my current WIP.)

“Amity?” The shower curtain was drawn closed, something behind it being outlined in the shape of a figure. As ominous as it seemed, she turned around to the mirror above the sink, shoes crunched against the tile. Red writing lingered in the broken edges of glass. Luz noticed now that shards of said mirror had sprinkled the floor. One letter remained past the shattered mirror traced itself into an “M,” untouched by the damage. “Hello?” She turned to see the same outline as before behind the curtain. It didn’t look as if it moved an inch since she entered the bathroom, with a careful step Luz took hold of the plastic and tugged. There, sat motionless in a pool of crimson was a bronze figure. Its head lulled back and two holes pierced its throat. The opaqueness of the water seemed to cover the fact that the body remained naked. Luz couldn’t see past the sternum, nonetheless the sight alone knocked the air from her lungs. She carefully probed the shoulder with a finger to find its deathly cold and limp. Blood contoured and collected itself at the corners of their mouth, but she doesn’t have to ask to know who it is. There’s a hand print on a tile wall beside the figure that’s the same shade of crimson; if not darker.

Something borrowed,

I will be inserting my all time favorite fics because I cannot choose between these two. I absolutely adore them both. I may not be as deeply in the Booksmart fandom as I was but Axis Mundi will always hold a special place in my heart for founding my favorite trope of reincarnated lovers/soulmates. I absolute fucking love soulmates with every fiber of my being.

The other?

learning how to be (with you by my side. Thank you to the amazing person that tagged me for showing me this amazing fic. I have to stay on brand and at least recommend one TOH fic, but both I absolute vouch for wholeheartedly.

Something Blue

I didn't think I would have something to fill this prompt but then I remember I literlly wrote some sad shit like three years ago based on a Taylor Swift song (yes I am calling myself out with that meme).

She’s taken down the picture frames, evidently putting all of them in a single box in the back of her mind, and completely forgetting everything that was of Hope. It was terrible, she hadn’t slept properly in ages, and she doubts things will ever be like they were before. The last she heard, Hope had gotten her degree from NYU and moved back near Manhattan. She on the other hand, stayed there. In their little apartment up in Queens, with her nine to five job and her bitter black coffees at eight AM. She was a mess. An absolute mess. Molly had said it herself, came to her side when she called her on the phone at three in the morning after Hope packed a single bag and left. Out. Poof. And maybe Amy feels like shit for being the instigator of that. Maybe she wishes she could just be fine. Stopping this spineless smile that she draws on daily with lipstick, wider than her mouth, wider than her dreams. But Amy still dreams though, because that’s the one place Hope hasn’t left yet. She still holds her like the first time, and kisses her like all the times before, and maybe that’s sick to think about, but Amy doesn’t know what else to do about it. Perhaps it would be good if she saw someone, got some sort of medication, and cut up all the pictures in those frames. But she doesn’t want to. Because maybe her self-control isn’t willing to let go of all of those memories, like the two AM talks, or the movie nights where they’d build a fort out of that worn vinyl couch in the living room, with their blowup bed, their extra set of sheets and Hope’s lavender scented candles. She always scoffed when Hope insistently bought them. And maybe Amy buys them now too… Because she wants to still pretend like Hope’s around. Her old vintage jacket is buried in the back of their closet – rather, just hers now. But Amy sleeps in it every now and again, she doesn’t tell anyone, sometimes she’d roll it into a ball and hold it up to her chest. It comforts her. Perhaps because it still has the rich smell of Hope’s body spray, or the feeling of Hope’s arms around her when she buries her nose into the collar. But Amy doesn’t know what to do. She misses those days, the ones where Hope was in them. Ones where Hope would wake her up by burning toast in the kitchen, or laughing at Friends reruns with her curled up beside her. And maybe those times weren’t the best, but they were happy. All Amy wants is for Hope to be happy. But she isn’t happy, not unless she’s asleep. It might all be okay, but she isn’t fine.

I don't know who to tag but this was so fun. If you want to do this, GO FOR IT!!!

Tag game!

so, i just discovered that the fanfic question id ussualy answer around this time is out of commision, so im making a tag game! for some reason the only thing i can think of is a poem-ish thing (it rhymes, thats the poem part.) for a list, so thats what we're going with! First ill give you an explanation of the question, before providing my own answer! With all of these, feel free to add a link to the story uyou're pulling from

something old

(here, please provide a bit you wrote a bit ago from an older fic taht you like! Is the question referring to an old fic you like, or a bit? you decide!)

my answer:

As she tugged on the cord next to the window, Masha couldn’t help but be reminded of a stage play by the way the warm, orange sunlight hit their mother- like a spotlight turning on at the lifting of the curtain. The angle also didn’t help, Placing Masha in such a position that mom was framed as a silhouette, like they were watching from the wings at the opening moments of a play.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/47992501)

something new

(here, provide your favorite bit from among the three most recent things you've either published or worked on. Why three? Idk, maybe this post works by fairytale logic now)

my answer:

That isn’t to say that there’s no blue around her- there’s plenty, just not the Blue that matters. Theres the Blue streetlights, casting a light that’s almost negligible in the screaming buzz of neon billboards and signs, some of which are blue. The light- so sharp and loud its almost toxic- Cuts through the rain, and bounces off of the layer of water covering the street, and fills the thin mist that’s gathering above the ground, giving the entire street the feeling of being a mix of nightclub and dream. There’s blue everywhere around Red, but it only serves to remind her of the overwhelming need inside her- it’s like handing a cold person a candle, providing just enough warmth to dangle the possibility of comfort in front of them, but not nearly enough to stave off the cold.

Something borrowed,

(sharing time! share a bit from, or a fic, you enjoy from someone else. please credit your sources though)

my answer:

This is just a really good fic. Its also by a really good writer, who deserves all the love

Something Blue

If youve been wondering why ive coloured the headers up until this point, heres your answer: the blue bit.

(please either share a bit/fic you wroite taht made you, teh author , sad. And for those of us who dont do taht often, just provide something you think of with something blue. This might be getting a bit weird now, sorry.)

whoops, ive used my blue bits already at the top. Well, i did just remeber teh one other time i focussed on the colour blue. behold,

The girl that was looking back at them was dressed impeccably, Masha noted. She was wearing a long royal blue trenchcoat, the type you would expect on a noir detective. Gods, I want that coat. They also noted the fact that it was a crumpled mess. A coat shouldn’t be so messy and yet look so good on someone, they thought with a pang of jealousy. The coat wasn’t the only thing that was a mess though. The girl wearing it looked like she hadn’t slept in a while, indicated by light bags under her eyes that she obviously hadn’t tried to conceal.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/47040430/chapters/118509421)

im sorry for the slight mess that was this post, i hope you people can have fun with it. I think that im supposed to give you numbers here or something, but i dont know that many writers here, so ill just tell you to tag who you want

following my own advice: @topheecoffee @queereldritch @oh-cramity-its-amity @sky-neverending @bonpocalypse @usernamemybeloathed

and for a riskier tag, @captainimprobable

#tag game #fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic

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carewyncromwell · 2 years ago

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Lineage Challenge Day 4: Character Spotlight

Hosted by @kathrynalicemc

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“So much in my life I took for granted, Like tucking my children into bed... My world was always spinning fast, And in an instant, years have passed, And here I sit with so much left unsaid... I've always lived a world apart, But through it all, you were my heart... That's one of many things...oh, so many things... I never said...”

~“Things I Never Said” from First Date

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For my character spotlight, I decided to put some focus on a member of the Cromwell Clan I’ve done almost no content for...Charles’s wife, Lane’s mother, and Carewyn and Jacob’s maternal grandmother, Marilyn Cromwell!

Marilyn is partially based off of stories my mum told me about her mother, when she was growing up. My maternal grandmother was a very stylish and image-conscious person -- the sort of woman who had impeccably chosen outfits for every occasion and who always had very high expectations both for herself and her family -- to the point that sometimes she came across as emotionally distant and impossible to please. My grandmother was much less of a piece of work than Marilyn, though -- for unlike Marilyn, she wasn’t married to a toxic, abusive sociopath like Charles Cromwell, and she most certainly wouldn’t have played as his accomplice by letting him gaslight, manipulate, and even physically punish their children as much as he wanted, so long as they could still tidy themselves up after the fact.

Marilyn Cromwell was a very conservative woman who like Charles believed in strict gender roles, making her a very dutiful wife who took pristine care of the Cromwell estate and pushed her children academically rather than chasing her own career, even if truthfully, she was a talented enough witch that she could’ve easily earned just as high of a position at the Ministry as Charles did, had she put herself out there. Although her children often considered Claire their parents’ “favorite” because she most blindly obeyed their direction and put a happy face on everything, Marilyn was just as overbearing in her upbringing of Blaise as Charles was, since he -- as Charles’s heir -- would have to represent and mind the Cromwell Clan after his father’s retirement or death (though let’s be honest, Blaise knew full well his father would never retire complete control of the Cromwell family willingly). It’s really due to Marilyn’s influence that Blaise learned how to “take care” of people, though of course in a way that kept a certain power dynamic between the caregiver and the subject -- namely, “Mother knows best, and only I will decide when you are well enough to leave your bed and go outside and play again.” The child Marilyn had the most difficulty molding to her satisfaction was always her third eldest and family black sheep, Lane, who was always so painfully soft-spoken and reluctant to play the part of a poised, perfect family in public. One of the few things Marilyn was able to bond with all of her children over -- which ironically was what also first earned Charles’s attention, when they met -- was her love of and talent for music. She played multiple instruments, including the flute, violin, and piano, and she always loved forcing her children to stand in front of the piano forte and sing for their father or guests. It always entertained Charles greatly, and it made Marilyn proud, to show off her children and their talents.

Marilyn and Lane’s relationship, however, was shattered beyond repair when Lane ran away from home and eloped with a Muggle. Marilyn shared Charles’s contempt for the Muggle world, and she resented her daughter not only turning her back on her family after everything they’d -- and by extension she’d -- done for her, but also for forever shattering that perfect family image Marilyn had fought so hard to maintain for so many years. Sure, there were plenty of people who thought the Cromwell Clan was way more dysfunctional than outward appearances would suggest, but Lane’s departure was pretty solid confirmation of that presumption, which reflected badly on the whole family and their reputation. And that was simply unforgivable, for Marilyn. When Marilyn learned in 1964 that Lane and her new Muggle husband had given birth to a son, she expressed nothing but bitterness around her husband and adult children, solely referring to Jacob as nothing but “Lane’s bastard son.”

The following year, however, Marilyn’s heath took a very abrupt turn for the worse. After going on holiday to visit her family’s old vacation home in Greece, she came down with a very bad case of dragonpox. Although the disease isn’t normally deadly in young people, Marilyn’s frequent smoking had made her more vulnerable. This combined with her stoically trying to soldier through it at home rather than going to St. Mungo’s, so as to “save face” and not let anyone outside her family see her without her usual makeup and hair care regiments, proved to make things worse. Soon the eternally glamorous and flawless Marilyn Cromwell was reduced to a shell of her former self. Her hair had gone white, she vomitted so frequently that she could hold down almost no food at all, and she was so weak and emaciated that she couldn’t even stand, let alone walk. The most she was ever able to do was sit up, but even then, the pain and nausea she felt, coupled with the lack of restful sleep and the terror and anxiety she felt both about how unpolished she looked and her own looming mortality, began to affect Marilyn’s mental state. She started becoming more delusional and disoriented, babbling random things to her remaining family members as they sat at her bedside. The thing she brought up most was Lane’s son -- but surprisingly, her words were far more fretful, rather than cruel:

“Laney’s baby. He’ll be a year soon.”

“It’ll be his first birthday soon.”

“We can’t forget about Laney’s baby. We must get something for the baby.”

A week later, Marilyn Cromwell was dead. Her last words were ascribed to delusion by her husband and children, rather than any kind of “last wish” or expression of regret.

Visually Marilyn most resembled her eldest child, Pearl, though many years later, her granddaughter Carewyn occasionally heard members of established Ministry families like the Crouchs and the Fudges compare her to Marilyn, largely because of their similarly classy fashion sense and make-up. Marilyn’s face claim is Ingrid Bergman, an actress most famous for her role in Casablanca.

Bonus AU where Marilyn had been able to send along a proper gift --

“The baby can have this owl until he gets a proper one, in time for school.” 💔

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #lineage challenge #marilyn cromwell #charles cromwell #blaise cromwell #pearl cromwell #claire cromwell #lane cromwell #jacob cromwell #evan bach #my art #my writing #my headcanon is that marilyn's favorite animal was the owl #just like my maternal grandmother's was!#she had a whole collection of owl figures #my mum inherited some of them from her after she passed away

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Just A Couple Of Fun Headcanons Of TD Characters (Gwen)

- Gwen was born in Connecticut in an isolated home with her two loving parents and later a little brother Charlie.

- Gwen’s actual name is Pasty. (Why does Duncan call her that again?) Her mom picked it because from complications of the birth, she answered the name question with ‘Toothpaste’. So the doctors called her Toothpaste. She changed her name because of personal discomfort with said name.

- Gwen wasn’t born pale. She was actually decently flesh colored. And her hair was a dark red. From her father’s side. (This is a nod to her Camp TV design, or ‘Heather’ in that)

- Gwen was an accidental pregnancy. A fact she likes to joke about when she claims she wasn’t meant to exist.

- Gwen’s goth nature stems from her grandmother, who is dead inside.

- Gwen actually likes flowers. She doesn’t show it now, but as a little kid, she’d love to collect them.

- When she met Charlie for the first time, she was shy about the idea of a little brother at first. Her father assured her that they would get along very well. Though she was shy about touching Charlie as a baby, she’d often ask how he was doing.

- Overall, Gwen loves her family. She feels the safest around them to this day. Sure, her mom is kind of a klutz and airheaded, but she’s a very well meaning woman.

- Her dad was a nightguard. He worked at a memorial part of the museum of historical figures that were beheaded. Gwen loved that place.

- Gwen didn’t have a lot of friends in school. They were turned off by her ‘strange’ behavior. For example...

- Gwen willingly holds frogs. She’s into the slimy stuff.

- Gwen is a huge drawer, and likes to reimagine her sketches. Her drawings of flowers would have faces on them. She also designed monsters of several kinds.

- She had a toy wand she clung to, as she loved to play witches and fairies. Unfortunately it got stolen by some punk in school and snapped it right in front of her.

- Gwen’s favorite Halloween costume was when she was seven. She dressed up as Jigsaw. (Don’t ask how her parents allowed this)

- Gwen had a sack doll she slept with. It looked a lot like something out of Coraline, needless to say.

- When she was eight, her father developed a fatal heart disease.

- Gwen’s last memory of her father was her clinging onto him in the hospital, confused and upset. Her loving parent comforted her as much as she needed. He assured her that there was nowhere he would go where he wouldn’t be with her.

- "You're a special girl, Gwen. You will be loved as such. And if you love someone... you'll tell them. Even if you're scared that it's wrong, even if your love will cause problems, even if you're scared that your love will burn the entire world down... you say you love them. You never regret that you love them. You show your love to everyone. And life will take you from there." -Her father’s words to her

- A few days later, Gwen’s dad passed away, leaving the whole family devastated.

- Even to this day, every year of the day of her father’s death, Gwen would spend the whole day sulking in the shadows, a graveyard, or somewhere that looked dead.

- From the grief, they moved to Ontario, hoping to forget and start a new chapter of their lives.

- They lived in a small townhouse. A really small townhouse. The neighbors were LOUD.

- Gwen was a massive indoor person. Especially after the move. It definitely showed on her skin. Didn’t help that she also has a huge amount of allergies.

- Gwen didn’t sleep well. She was practically a night owl. An ant crawling on the floor would wake her up in the middle of the night.

- Believe it or not, growing up, Gwen was deemed somewhat ugly. Puberty wasn’t really kind to her, especially with braces... you do not want to see that.

- Gwen has a hard time comprehending her feelings. She doesn’t like to show them, because when she does, it’s not very fun. (I think we can all agree with that)

- Gwen hates school. She has a thirty two page letter in her diary about how bad the system is and how she’d change it. She also has a fanfic about her school being a victim of a zombie apocalypse.

- Gwen is a huge fan of The Walking Dead. She also unironically reads the Twilight franchise. (Now you know why her relationships suck)

- Angus and Vampriya, Gwen’s lizards, were a ‘gift’ to her from the school. There was a science experiment to kill the lizards. Gwen freed all of them, and two of them clung onto her. She was suspended for doing this. (Because gosh forbid we teach kids that animal cruelty is wrong)

- Gwen draws what she feels. Whatever happens around her, she draws it in her edgy gothic mindset. Someone dies? She’ll draw the dead body as though it’s from a movie.

- Gwen sits alone at lunch by choice. She wouldn’t have the social skills to communicate anyway, so she doesn’t really try.

- It was gradual and not instant, but Gwen did start to wear a lot more black. She kept her funeral outfit on for an entire month before taking it off. It just became second nature to her as brightness became more uncomfortable to her.

- Gwen’s ‘friends’ are really only her friends because they remind her of slashers in movies. Why is she into that? Because they kill off annoying teen archetypes.

- Charlie was Gwen’s one real friend, even if he was far more extroverted than her. She gets some of her cynicism from him. She always made time to hang out with him, even if she hated the idea of what they’d be doing. These two love each other.

- Gwen’s mom was... a little on the cooky side, especially after her husband died. She never married again, but she did date one dude. In fear of getting a stepfather, Gwen dug it into her mom’s mind that stepparents were the cause of the original member’s death, and her and Charlie would become servants for the rest of their days to him. It actually worked, and her mom broke up with that guy for little good reason besides that. They were only dating for like, four weeks.

- Gwen’s mom’s sanity was also kinda unstable, so she was unable to get any better promotions for her waiting job. Gwen had to be the one to get work to pay their bills. She was barely turning fourteen when she got her first job.

- Gwen much preferred her multiple jobs than school. She certainly had a lot of them. From a cleaner at a petting zoo, to a waiter at a cafe, to a lawn mower for the neighbors lawns, to chaperoning a nature trail. She spent the majority of her early teenage years working.

- Charlie made her audition for Total Drama. He wanted to help her get some fresh air and socialize more, as he couldn’t stand her constantly working and wasting her life. Because it’s Charlie, Gwen did it, but only for a dare.

- Gwen fully expressed in her audition tape that she did this as a dare and that she has no interest in their show whatsoever.

- The producers loved her and casted her.

- Gwen and Trent didn’t really interact outside of what the show showed you. Gwen’s not very good with talking things out, even if she thinks Trent’s a really nice guy. She has quite a few communication issues. Even she doesn’t know half the time if she’s mad at him for burying her alive or if she’s madly in love with him.

- Although, Trent played music about her all the time. Gwen loved to eavesdrop when he wasn’t looking.

- Almost no one besides her family had ever expressed love and care for her. So you can imagine that Gwen would be allured by anyone who would do that for her. And I mean ANYONE.

- It’s because of this that Gwen has a hard time telling the difference between a crush and a friend. If people tell her it’s a crush, then it’s a crush. Simple as that.

- Gwen and Leshawna do each other’s hair and nails in their spare time. Leshawna was a very supportive and endearing friend. Losing her in Island was a nightmare come true as her guardian angel against Heather was gone.

- Bridgette and Geoff never really held anything against Gwen. Not even in Action. They were scripted to be against her by their bosses. However, they both did make that clear to her and apologized later on.

- Gwen put poison ivy in Cody’s bed when she found out he stole her bra. She was very close to seeing him as a friend since he helped her with Trent, but Cody blew it.

- Technically canon: Gwen told Duncan, Heather, and Owen about her birth name. She threatened Heather and Owen to not tell anyone about it and not talk about it. But with Duncan, she’s cool with it from time to time.

- Gwen is on the asexual spectrum. She doesn’t want to have sex. She’ll kiss and cuddle, but not further than that. Believe it or not, both her boyfriends respected this.

- Gwen and Trent’s first date was at a donut shop, since Gwen made a deal with Owen. The two stayed after for some coffee and cuddled up by a bench. Trent played guitar for her as they did so.

- And then Trent became an insane obsessed lunatic. And yeah, everything Gwen loved about him was thrown out the window (Though I blame the writers for this one). So rather than take responsibility in the relationship and try to figure things out, she bailed on the relationship entirely.

- And then the IN UNIVERSE fandom grew to HATE her. And this hatred would only grow as the show went on.

- To them, Trent wasn’t the problem. It was Gwen. Gwen was the one who lost everything they loved about her. Plus they were massive Gwent shippers, so... yeah. It was ugly...

- "Why did Gwen turn down Trent?!" "Trent did nothing wrong!" "Why would Gwen do that?!" "NOOOO, my Gwent ship! T-T" "What the hell is this breakup bull****?!" "Welp, hopefully they'll get back together next season..." "Season 1 Gwen was the best." "Gwent forever!" "Can someone smack Duncan? He caused this!"'

- Leshawna was ticked when she found out Gwen threw the challenge AND assaulted Harold. They weren’t friends anymore after that.

- Really, Gwen’s only friend after the humiliation that was Action was Duncan. He never played anything for the camera’s sake and respected all of her choices. Even her bad choices.

- The internet wars mostly stem around Gwen and still exist to this day. You’ll have people who hate her guts. And you’ll have people who’ll defend her. Doesn’t help that Gwen’s new career surrounds being online with her videos. (Does this make her a YouTuber?)

- The latter side did suggest another ship: Gwuncan.

- “It's a perfect match!" "Duncan and Gwen are perfect for each other!" "The emo and the punk making out? How cliché..." "Courtney sucks! Gwen is so much better for him!" "Go for it, Duncan!" "Why are you hesitating, Gwen?!"

- From my points before, you probably know what got into her head when she heard all of this. The Internet pretty much told her what ship to board.

- Sure he was a criminal, but he treated her well. She had fun with him, and he was hot. So it was love, right?

- Plus, (As I said in the Duncan headcanon post) Duncan and Gwen hung out quite a bit in a hiatus between seasons. They happily shared all their interests with each other, and respected each other with no complaints. More than Duncan, admittedly, Gwen felt safe with him. Like she could share anything with him.

- The reason for this and not with Trent is because this is LATER in her life. After Island and Action, she’s grown to be more open about socialization and feelings. So she’ll be more capable of being open with a later crush than an earlier one. (So trust me, I am NOT against Trent in this case. I am indifferent to both of these ships, as unpopular of an opinion that is.)

- Course, Gwen didn’t engage with starting anything with Duncan because she knew he was dating Courtney. Sure, Duncan went to Gwen sometimes to vent about the fights he and Courtney got in, but they were technically still in a relationship. Even if Gwen felt bad for him. So you can tell how excited she was when she heard Duncan and Courtney publicly broke up and humiliated each other.

- Duncan told Gwen over and over again, even before World Tour, that he and Courtney were no longer a thing. Believe it, don’t believe it, the point is that Gwen did. She only bounced back because Courtney constantly referred to Duncan as ‘her boyfriend’, which brought a ton of confusion.

- Gwen and Courtney bondd over Twilight. Haha insert whatever jokes you want when reblogging

- Though Gwen wasn’t really ‘friends’ with Cody, she did express sorrow for him and his abusive relationship with Sierra (sorry not sorry). She knows what it’s like to be obsessed over.

- Gwen and Courtney also loved pranking Heather with her hair. They got Sierra for help with that.

- That’s the only thing she cooperated with Sierra for. Other than that, Gwen hated Sierra. That fangirl makes this goth SO uncomfortable...

- Duncan was rocking with Gwen’s favorite rock band. Dream come true.

- Gwen and Duncan’s kiss was... exactly as it was in the show. Yep. With the points I made before, it all applies. You expected me to change it, remove it, or dump on it? Ain’t gonna change the fact that it’s a VITAL plot point in the show that needed to happen. (If they didn’t kiss, Alejandro would have no basis to use Courtney, he’d have no solid ground to make Heather jealous, Courtney and Gwen would have nothing to break up from, Gwen would have no reason to try to mend their friendship, and Gwen being a Villainous Vulture would have made even less sense. I could go on.)

- Again, when Duncan came back, Courtney went on and on about how he’s ‘her boyfriend’. It was guilt tripping Gwen HARD, and she quickly regretted the kiss.

- Gwen confronted to Duncan first about the situation. Duncan told her again that he and Courtney weren’t a thing. “People change girlfriends all the time. What’s she gonna do? Kill us?” -Duncan’s words.

- They both agreed that they were gonna tell Courtney the truth. They didn’t have any intention to keep secrets from her any longer than the Greece challenge.

- And then Alejandro had to enter the chat and ruin it.

- Everyone, I mean EVERYONE (Except Duncan and Cody I guess) were RUTHLESS in making sure Gwen KNEW her actions were irredeemable and unforgiveable, and that they hoped she SUFFERED. There was no break. Everyone hated her. She got hate mail, she was called ‘New Heather’ as a nickname (that stayed for the rest of her life), Courtney and Sierra constantly threatened to murder her, etc. All that sympathy she had in the first season was GONE.

- Duncan was Gwen’s only sense of comfort in the whole beratement. She cried on his shoulder after the false elimination ceremony in Greece. He was there for her.

- For clarification on ‘New Heather’: Heather was a bully. She was cunning, ruthless, didn’t care about anyone’s feelings, and only wanted her own selfish gain. She’d willingly use dudes to spite others. WHO DOES THAT SOUND LIKE? (This is in universe interpretation)

- In that sense, this was considered ‘the real Gwen’, who was nothing more than a villainess. Everyone sided with Courtney. They sympathized with Courtney, felt bad for her, and routed for her. Courtney was the hero. Gwen was the villain. Gwen was just as bad as Heather. If not worse.

- "What bitter irony. Heather kisses Trent to spite Gwen. And Gwen kisses Duncan to spite Courtney. Not once does she consider that." "Actually, Gwen is pretty boring." "Poor Courtney! She didn't deserve this!" "I hate Gwen now." "Dang, Gwen was derailed so badly..." "Where's my Season 1 Gwen?! I don't even know this girl!" "Oh, look at me! I'm just gonna steal my friend's boyfriend with NO care in the world!" "These two should have never hooked up!" "Done nothing wrong?" "Only a villain would do this!" "Gwen would be better if she admitted she was full on evil." "This isn't my Gwen!" "Does she realize how wrong that is?!" "I'm gonna be pissed if Courtney doesn't get her revenge." "I don't like ships like this!" "Gwent was way better!" "This is way too evil!" "Lovey dovey characters are so annoying!" "Man, and to think we used to like her..." "Does Gwen even care?!" "What kind of monster are you if you don't care?!" "She could have gotten with Cody, and it would make more sense than with Duncan!" "Gwen is a terrible girlfriend!" "It's all Gwen's fault!" "Boyfriend kisser!" "New Heather!" "Ironic that the one bullied by Heather becomes Heather!" "At least Heather was unapologetic about it." "Gwen sucks!" "I want Duncney back!" "I want Gwen out of this show!" "Gwen is irredeemable for me. There's no saving her now."'

- Gwen felt all that guilt and was emotionally exhausted with the backlash. So she went to the only person she could find comfort to in this situation. So when they kissed in the Ex-Files, THAT’S the moment where Gwen stopped feeling bad about what she did and decided to ‘let things happen.’ She wanted Duncan. Courtney didn’t have a basis to be angry (according to Duncan). She did nothing wrong (again, according to Duncan). The hate would die down eventually.

- It did not die down. It still exists to this day.

- Duncan did apologize to Gwen about his scheme in the Australian challenge, and explained that he didn’t mean any of that. Gwen told him it wasn’t gonna be a big deal, because soon, Courtney would be gone, and she’d come back to him in a victorious ending to their plotline.

- And of course, she didn’t come back.

- Gwen’s elimination in World Tour made the audience CHEER. They were so happy with Courtney getting revenge on her. It exploded into... quite a bit of harmful memes and posts. (Which I will not elaborate any further than that)

- Gwen, in Aftermath, went to Geoff for help on her situation, thinking he’d help her. He didn’t. Geoff knew what it was like to be cheated on, so he felt ZERO sympathy for Gwen, and only told her that he hoped the kiss was worth it.

- Trent was kinder to her about it, but he told her that he expected that of her. That broke her heart, and they hardly talked for years.

- From the rejection, Gwen and Duncan became quite possessive after World Tour. (Read my Duncan headcanon post for insight on Duncan’s POV with this)

- Duncan exploited the hate that Gwen, well, hated, to keep their fame in tact. Admittedly, it kinda helped with getting money for both of them. Duncan also shoved Gwuncan in everyone’s faces just to amplify their hatred of them. Didn’t take long for Duncan to forget to take Gwen’s word for things.

- So yeah, Duncan’s kinda the reason why Gwen’s a Villainous Vulture. Great boyfriend, huh?

- All of that was pretty... draining for Gwen. You know what the internet does to people’s heads? Her family noticed this and tried to find ways to help her.

- Even Gwen’s mom hated her relationship with Duncan, and advised her to shut him out of her life. It would be doing her a favor. Like, the five people who cared about her told her over and over again to stay away from Duncan. The only words that got to her about it was the phrase, “It’s not love.”

- With that in mind, Gwen decided she needed to make amends with Courtney. She needed to redeem herself and prove she wasn’t who everyone thought she was. She was NOT a villain.

- Of course, that included blanking Duncan.

- When Gwen finally called off the relationship, Duncan confronted her that same night to ask what gave. It was a very ugly fight. Duncan ended up making it all about him and his feelings, and Gwen claimed that she THOUGHT Duncan was the only good thing that ever happened to her on the show... so they were both heartbroken in the end, and never understood each other’s ‘why’ in the matter.

- Gwen told Duncan directly, “Get the f**k out of my life.”

- He did. After he was arrested, she never saw him again. He respected her wish in the end. If you were to ask Gwen about Duncan, she’ll either pretend she doesn’t know what you’re talking about, or say that she wishes she never met him.

- When Gwen was betrayed by Courtney, it was hard for her. She literally went through another season of torture just to get their friendship back, and then Courtney betrays her? It was all for nothing...

- After the show, Gwen became diagnosed with depression. She had to see multiple therapists about it, and was sulked away for nearly two years.

- If Gwen could go back in time, she would have never auditioned for the show in the first place. She would’ve told everyone NO, she was getting on no one’s ship. She’d make her own ship and hoped it floated. They couldn’t have her name, or her image, or put her against anyone for the sake of ratings. She didn’t need fame to function. She didn’t need love to function. She didn’t need ANYONE. She could do plenty of things on her own, and she would approach her life loving herself first and others second. Gwen X Gwen was an OTP. A match made in heaven...

- But back then, she didn’t say that. Not if she wanted to break more hearts.

- Gwen got into the art college she wanted. Her mom willingly went into debt for her to get her out of the house and fix her life. Gwen was heartbroken about that. But it showed how much this family was willing to sacrifice for each other.

- Cameron went to that college as well. They remained pretty good friends. Cameron’s even there to help Gwen with her art career. Mike and Zoey do help from time to time too.

- Tbh Cameron has kinda been the one guy from the show who didn’t give up on Gwen after the show. He was like a neighbor to her.

- A few years after leaving it, Gwen made a return to her internet blogs as a business woman. She painted several murals, wrote several poems, and made environment advertisements, which mostly ended up selling well.

- Her most famous poem was titled “What is Love?” She intended it for teenage girls who were having problems figuring out what love is.

- Gwen even got to make the rock band she wanted, with a few collegemates Ennui and Crimson. How did they get on air? Some jerk sent Gwen a love letter. So she pulled a Taylor Swift and made a song out of it about rejection. That song got really popular. (She’s kind of Taylor Swift but rock)

- Gwen won a Gemmy award for one of her songs.

- Gwen dyed her hair constantly. Dark blue, purple, crimson red, blonde, etc.

- Gwen did manage to make things up with Geoff Bridgette and Leshawna, and they’d be there for each other as friends.

- Gwen even got to be friend-ish with Cody after he grew out of his simp phase.

- Gwen and Heather became friends. Of all things.

- Even Trent eventually came around and they helped each other with their work. They didn’t get back together (as Trent was pinned to Sadie) but they were good friends.

- Ironically, it took exactly 9 years after their breakup.

- It was kind of hard to get Trent back at first, as they both made names for themselves and they didn’t exactly leave on good terms. It took a big apology from Gwen for Trent to forgive her. (Did Trent apologize? No. He kinda grew into an egotist)

- Gwen and Courtney met again when Gwen got sued for a ‘copyrighted’ cover she did of ‘How To Be A Heartbreaker’. (Gwen had a contracted deal, so those people were just having a ‘sue a rando’ day) Courtney became her lawyer for the case.

- Courtney was the one who gave a big apology this time. And after the case, Gwen forgave her. She finally made amends with Courtney.

- Gwen pretended to be annoyed with being an aunt to Charlie’s kids. But she secretly thought of them as if her own. She saw her own eyes in her niece.

- Gwen never married. She never dated anyone again.

- Gwen’s well aware that the hate for her Total Drama years never went away, and never would. When she was well enough from her depression, she made an effort to interview every contestant of that show to exploit what it did to people. She even tried to make sense of everyone’s POV’s of all her terrible mistakes that she’d never forget. There certainly were a lot.

- The unfortunate thing is that her Total Drama story was going to the one that would be told first. Before any of the other stuff. If you were gonna ask a majority of people which Gwen story they’d tell, it’d be the Total Drama one. Why can’t the rest of Gwen’s fame be remembered as much? Or her platonic relationships? People mostly remember celebrities for their drama.

- It took a long time for Gwen to accept that. Whenever she was faced of that past, she’d have several mental breakdowns about it. She never got over them. But she’d pull herself out and remind herself that accepting her wrongdoings were a part of loving herself.

- Technically, in the first gen cast, Gwen is ‘the last one standing’. She’s the ‘survivor’. (RR doesn’t count. That’s a separate show.) She saw her generation to the end of its time. She was the longest relevant of her generation with Total Drama as a whole. She was forced into loopholed contracts to interview for the show for nearly forty years. She also lived the longest out of these characters.

- She’s the one who ‘survived’.

#Total Drama #td headcanons #Total Drama Island #Total Drama Action #total drama world tour #total drama all stars #Td Gwen #headcanon #Gwent #Gwuncan #Td Trent #Td Duncan #Td Courtney

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