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serena-babes · 1 month

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So i have this idea about the knights of hell. There can’t be a king and princess without some royal protection. So how do you think the others will react to a Hell Knight Reader? Like reader is like a commander of a group of elite knights. And they came to check up on Charlie and Lucifer! To see if the king and princess are okay after the attack on the hotel.

Brownie points if reader doesn’t smile and are serious all the time! Reader is very dangerous they can and will kill to protect their king and future queen! No romance of course, just platonic relationships. Like Charlie can see reader as an older sibling.

Royal Knight Reader x Lucifer Morningstar + Charlie Morningstar

platonic!˙ᵕ˙✰

Gender neutral!

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omg! this is too cute! i really love the whole knight idea! ⋆｡°✩ i did some research on the whole knight system and its SUPER interesting!

might make another one shot of a knight reader with my own little twist･°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°.

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Ever Since Lucifer and Lilith's fall from grace, protection has always been a necessary resource. Y/ns has been there since the beginning pledging allegiance to both the king, queen, and the then young princess serving them for centuries. Y/n and the rest of the knightage fought to make sure to keep hell orderly, or as orderly as hell can get.

Y/n was much more serious compared to their fellow knights being a Grand Cross comes with its different sets of responsibilities that in their mind “allow for no error.” due to their seemingly frigid exterior outsiders would think Y/n was only following the chivalry code nothing more. But, on the contrary, Y/n did truly care for Morningstars.

This is why Y/n's heart dropped hearing about the extermination coming earlier than expected, it was always busier during this time of year. The number of casualties just from the royal guard was always a hard gap to fill after the massacre was over. But at least, the Morning Stars were spared. This time, however? Y/n wasn't sure everyone was going to come back alive, a direct attack from heaven? Some of their most skilled knights have fallen to the hands of exorcists. How in hell would Charlie ever come out alive?

But, Y/n takes orders, and Lucifer stops her from interfering.

“I don't understand why you won't let me do this,” Y/n exclaimed curtly, brows pulled tightly together. The confusion was evident in their tone, their body rigid like a sword. A still silence blankets the room after no response. Y/n, Moving forward through Lucifer's study smoothly dodging various piles of ducks. Continued.

“I am loyal to this family, eternally. And the one chance I am needed…you, tell me to stay?.. Why? She is your daughter. Do you want her blood to spill across the pavement? Because that is what will happen if you let this continue.” Anger started to bubble to the surface as they pointed an accusatory finger at Lucifer.

The silenced followed them

“You must let me go I have-” Y/n pleading began

“Stop, I order you to stop,” Lucifer said weakly, looking away unsure. It was obvious he was going through his own anxiety and turmoil due to the extermination and the safety of his daughter.

“She has to do this, you.” he looked to Y/n glassy-eyed

“Cannot face heaven” he continued “I don't think anyone here really can… Charlie can hold her own. I mean if anything this could I don't know, um.. steer her away from heaven!” he said, his charismatic exterior seemingly returning to his body.

“Yes…but what do we do if she cannot handle it.” y/n said quietly, mouth pulled into a deep frown.

“Well, who better than me? King of hell! Eh! Eh!” lucifer exclaimed loudly elbowing y/n's rib cage

“This is not a time for humor,” she responded coldly. Lucifer rolled his eyes playfully.

“ Y/n I'm worried about her too, but this is something she needs to do. If I need to I will step in. You have enough to worry about with everybody else looking to you for guidance, have faith in her. So! I order you to stay here!…. Please.” Lucifer exclaimed albeit a little awkwardly since he was not used to giving many orders directly to Y/n's face

Y/n Sighed bending down to kneel “As you wish my king.”

“Okay okay, you don't have to do all of that! I mean, come on! You're practically family.” Lucifer exclaimed in surprise.

And so, Y/n trusting Lucifer they went back to their duties. Making preparations for extermination day preoccupied their mind most days. but silently anxiety seeped in. Truthfully, Y/n is terrified of losing Charlie and Lucifer they're the only family they've ever had. Even in life, Y/n wasn't close to anyone as much as they were with the MorningStars, which is why relief flooded Y/n's whole body hearing that both Charlie and Lucifer were safe in the end. After the hotel was rebuilt, they planned a visit to double-check.

It was your average day at the hotel, Husk was busy cleaning the bar counter with a tattered rag as Angel Dust as well as Vaggie lounged on the couch. Angel, scrolled mindlessly through their phone while Vaggie worked on sharpening her spear. Charlie, of course, was planning new lesson plans with her father. Everything was calm. That was until three loud pounding knocks rumbled through the room.

Vaggie immediately jumped up in defense while everyone slowly turned towards the door, a menacing shadow shown through the glass. The only person who seemed excited was Charlie.

“Wait! Wait! This could be a new guest!” Charlie said excitedly jumping at the opportunity to greet the mysterious person at the door

“Okay everyone, let's remember to smile and introduce ourselves!” she smiled to everyone in the lobby, Alastor now entering the picture to observe.

Charlie swung the door wide open “Welcome to the hazbin hotel!- Y/n!!”

Charlie embraced Y/n in a bone-crushing hug squealing and spinning both her and the reader around “I'm so excited to see you! It's been so long! Oh! Come and meet everyone!”

But just as Charlie was leading you over to the rest you spot a certain um. Eccentric! red demon

“Oh! What in the unholy hell is that..” y/n exclaimed obviously unsettled by the red demon

Grimacing at the sight and leaning down Charlie

“Charlie, I trust your judgment but what… what the HELL is that.” but just as y/n leaned up there he was.

“Alastor, Pleasure to be meeting you dear. Quite a pleasure indeed!” Alastor said enthusiastically jostling you around like a rag doll with his over-excited handshake.

“And who are you? The servant to the morning stars him?” he continued. Lucifer and y/n both make eye contact across the room silently agreeing about their mutual opinion of this “Radio Demon” as he likes to be called.

“More like, protector. What are you hm? The janitor? With that tattered suit, one might think you would be a stray animal who wandered in.” Y/n shot back with a frown and an unimpressed brow

“Alright! y/n! Let um let's meet everybody else! please..” Charlie said steering you away from Alastor you both looked as if you were about to be at each other throats if she didn't intervene

“Everyone! This is y/n! They are a part of the…” she whispered over to Y/n “Is it the knightage..?”

“Yes, it's the knightage you're right.” y/n had responded quietly they were used to Charlie's struggle with certain words many nights they had to help Charlie with their spelling when she was younger.

“The Knightage! They work for me and Dad.” Everyone had gone silent at this news no one ever thought that they would be meeting the top of the food chain. Royal knights have been seen around hell usually around the time of the extermination, and almost everybody knew not to mess with them. Especially Y/n, just looking at them everyone would think they could snap someone in half without a second thought. Almost everybody there straightened their posture as Y/N's cold gaze flicked over everybody even Alastor tensed up slightly.

“It's nice to meet everybody, Charlie is very enthusiastic about this hotel of hers, I'm glad it's made its reach to people,” Y/n responded professionally, Charlie looked over the cast of people in the room noting the uncomfortableness of everybody, She knew y/n was…Cold-looking, but she's never seen anyone react to just their presence in such a way.

The silence lasted for what seemed like an eternity no one daring to speak up

“So, are both your swords accurate about hitting certain deep spots, or just the one?” Angel spoke up flirtatiously everyone's heads snapping in the direction of the outburst

“What?! Just asking, geese.” replied angel

“My sword is made of iron it's manufactured to hit “deep spots” A knight does not possess two iron swords that would be .. redundant,” Y/n said calmly. Angel had side-eyed Husk when this was said triggering Husk to roll his eyes to mimic annoyance.

“Speaking of weapons, Vaggie your spear needs to be sharpened. I suggest you sharpen it daily it'll really glide through people like butter if you do.” Y/n continued, they had met Vaggie prior to the hotel but only briefly as Charlie didn't come to the castle much anymore after Lilith left.

“Oh! Um, thanks!” Vaggie replayed hurriedly intimidated by the tall stance Y/n possessed the heavy armor from neck to toe didn't help them look less menacing either

“By the way, thank you for protecting Charlie and everyone at the hotel.” y/n said slowly moving down to kneel “ I wasn't there myself due to my orders but I am glad to know Charlie is in good hands it brings peace of mind.” Y/n continues now fully kneeling

Vaggie visibly flustered responded quickly “Oh! It was oh it was nothing really.”

“Y/n?” Charlie interjected

Y/n slowly rising to their feet, “Yes, Charlie?”

“How about you stay for dinner really.. Catch up!” Charlie said excitedly. Y/n glanced over to Lucifer who had two thumbs up.

“Ah hell, why not.”

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mournings-stars · 2 months

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hopefully this isnt too much but how would the gals ((i mean all the hazbin hotel gals if you are willing)) react to you being ovverstimmed? likke the reader has autism and everything in the moment is too much for them how would everyone react and handle the issue? sorry if the spellingn sucks but as someone who has autism id love to see more of some around an autisic reader?

i rly love this ask!! thanks for taking time to chat with me ab it<3 i wrote from a mix of my experience with being overstimulated and some of what we chatted ab but here u go! i didn’t include all the girls but i hope u like :)

charlie

she has a pair of headphones ready for you whenever youre going somewhere where it might be too loud after a while

has a playlist of your favorite songs to help relax

doesn’t bug you, just asks if you want headphones and smiles when you’re shocked that she brought them

“i also made a playlist — or four — i really like this one because…” then she’d have to remind herself that she can over explain it later and handed over her phone

if you got irritable or didn’t want to talk she’d understand but she’d definitely hold your hand if you were okay with it (shes all about reassurance)

vaggie

she is very aware when things get to be too much for you

“do you wanna go?” if you nodded she’d gladly leave with you but if you said no she’d give you some other options since it can sometimes be hard to articulate what would help

she of course knows what helps you calm down the most, so she’ll give you those options and let you pick

you’re definitely trading in your waited blanket for her wings once she has them back

rosie

she can also tell when things are getting to be too much

say you go to one of cannibal towns many music nights, if thing are getting hectic she’ll have them tone it down before it gets to be too much

of course things can just come on (seemingly) out of the blue though, so whenever that happens she’ll take you home if you want to leave, make you both some tea after getting you your favorite blanket to wrap yourself in, and put some soft jazz on her old radio

if you’re a little snippy with her (i get extremely irritable when im overstimulated) she’ll back off, make sure there aren’t any harsh lights to bother you and check in later

emily

i hc that em probably gets overstimulated too at times being a younger seraphim and all that so she definitely knows how to help

if you’re walking down the promenade and she can tell you’re getting overstimmed, fidgeting, itching, just seeming overall uncomfortable, she’ll offer her headphones and if it’s okay she’ll put a wing around you to help you feel a little more secure

she’d definitely be the type to have every single option available so if you like to have something to do with your hands to help you relax, dont worry she has anything you could possibly want

definitely owns several weighted blankets so dont worry about that either

gives plenty of options but not too many at a time cause she knows that could be overwhelming

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reminiscingtonight · 1 year

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Sisterly Love

Leah Williamson x Morgan!Reader

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A/N: Pt 1 of ?

[WOSO Masterlist]

Blowing past your teammates, you make a beeline for your fiancée. Leah doesn’t even have a chance to properly greet you before you’re dropping yourself right into her lap.

“Hello,” she chuckles, amused at the way you instantly mold your body against hers.

“There’s too many of them,” you groan into Leah’s shoulder.

“Too many of who?” she laughs, hand coming up to rub soothingly at your back.

“The Alexes.”

If you had known letting your sister plan your wedding would lead to her nitpicking every detail of your life, including the way you liked to start off your mornings, you wouldn’t have let her stay at your place during the NWSL off season.

The day started off to a strong start when you rolled over in bed to find your fiancée already gone, a note left on her pillow about a media thing she had this morning. Deprived of your morning cuddles, you trudged into your kitchen… and straight into the waiting arms of Alex (Morgan), who seemed as if she was waiting for her prey to arrive. You couldn’t even drink your coffee in peace, your sister whipping out a couple wedding brochures and instantly talking your head off about the proper color scheme you needed to “really make your wedding pop.”

You only managed to slip out of the room undetected when Charlie started whining about wanting her mom’s attention. While Alex was busy making Charlie pancakes, you took the opportunity to grab your bag and slip out the back door, intent on getting some extra time in the gym… only to run right into Alex (Scott), who then promptly ushered you back inside to talk weddings with your sister.

Dating Leah has been nothing but bliss. Her family welcomed you with open arms and you the same. The more the merrier, you always like to say. But lately, you wanted to draw the line right where her bloodline ends. You always knew what getting involved with Leah entailed. It meant daily calls with her mom, weekly brunches with her dad, biweekly FIFA game nights with her brother.

And it also meant becoming wrapped up in all things Alex Scott.

Alex was the older sister Leah never had. Leah looked up to Alex in all the ways you looked up to your own Alex.

And don’t get anything wrong, you love her. You really do.

You love the way she helps Leah loosen up when you’re all having a night out together. You love the way she’s Leah’s personal hype man, always cheering her on from the sidelines. You love the way she cares for the love of your life, never hesitating to drop things if Leah needs her.

And since you’re such a big part of Leah’s life, it almost seems logical that Alex’s care has extended to you. She’s always there to pick you up when you have bad games. She’s always there as an ear when you’re craving advice from anyone other than those you share a last name with.

So really, there’s nothing wrong that you can find with Alex Scott.

Except.

Except you’re really starting to get tired of what happens when she teams up with your sister and becomes the honorary fourth older Morgan sister you don’t need.

When Alex (Scott) and Alex (Morgan) start scheming together, there’s nowhere safe you can hide. If you could only pick one thing about the whole wedding planning that’s been annoying you the most, it would be exactly that. The fact that both Alexes have seemingly found common ground in making your life a living hell.

“Oh come on, your sister babies you because she cares about you. Scott babies you because she cares about Leah.”

“Says the person with a surplus of siblings,” you grumble, flipping Katie off without turning around. “Trust me when I say three sisters is more than enough. Can you take Scottie? Please?”

“You literally just said I have a surplus of siblings. Why would I want Alex?”

“So your family will finally have a soccer star in their ranks, obviously.”

Leah gives Katie a hard stare before she can round on you. And then she’s tightening her arms around you before you can try running away so she can properly chastise you herself.

You bat your eyelashes at her, hoping to get away with your comment, but Leah rolls her eyes goodheartedly at you. “First off, it’s football. Second, we will not be giving away any of our Alexes.”

“But--”

A raise of her eyebrow has you shutting your mouth dejectedly.

“Baby, they’re only bothering us because they love us.”

“‘Us?’ Leah, I think you mean ‘me’.”

It’s no secret that both Alexes treat you like you’re a walking hazard sign. Your sister’s been treating you like that ever since your birth, and Scott has picked up on it ever since you came into Leah’s life. If your own flesh and blood misses something, Scott’s quick to catch it and take charge of you herself.

And it would be okay, really, if you had Leah to help shoulder all of the smothering. But you don’t have her. Because the two of them pamper your fiancée almost worse than you do yourself. If anything, Alex (Morgan) almost seems to prefer your fiancée over you --- not that you could really blame her because, let’s be real, who wouldn’t.

So when Leah says “bothering us,” she really means “bothering you,” because you could count on one hand the number of times they’ve harped on Leah since the two of you got together. (Spoiler, the answer is zero)

“There’s no ‘I’ in team, babe.”

“Well good thing I said ‘me’ and not ‘I’ then, huh.”

Your quip earns you a pinch to the side, to which you playfully swat Leah back in return.

“She does have you there, Leah,” Katie chuckles.

A pointed look from the blonde has Katie instantly putting her hands up in apology.

Leah turns her attention back onto where you’re still pouting in her lap.

“We’re in this for the long run, and the Alexes just happen to come included in this deal. I love you, you love me, they love us, and we love them back. It’s always been like this and will probably always be like this, so we might as well roll with the punches, right?”

Sighing, you can’t help but grumble out an agreement. It isn’t like Leah’s wrong. While overbearing, the two Alexes only act this way because--

“If you’re giving away an Alex, can I have Morgan? I kinda want her to teach me how to--”

Leah gives Caitlin an unimpressed look when you instantly perk up at her request.

#leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #Ace writes

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drartslog · 1 year

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Forest scene breakdown

Okay, everyone’s already said it was great. Let me tell you it was cinematically ingenious, because it makes us believe that the actual abuser (Sauron) is the abused (as Halbrand) and the abused (Adar) is the abuser (for viewers & Galadriel).

There’s a TLDR below.

After getting a spear through his hand, you can see Adar struggling on whether he still wants to try and grab the bundle because his gaze wanders between the bundle and his hand.

He seemingly decides he won’t make it away, so he turns around to see the attacker.

Sauron is already waiting to meet his eyes. The shot is a clear one, set vertically so we can easily see the facial expressions of the one we know as Halbrand. His head is tilted sideways, he is smirking, teeth showing, his jaw set, his breath heavy -- he is clearly satisfied.

I dunno whether the next thing he does was intentional or it was just Charlie moving his feet taking a better position, not to say whether it had any role to play in Adar recognizing Sauron, yet...

He does a circular movement with the spear which certainly moves the blade inside Adar’s hand. Was it purposefully done to make it hurt? I have no idea.

Next moment Adar is looking up and while we may think we all saw the fear and the trembling, it is not the case. Up until today a lot of people claim there is no recognition at all, and you know why?

Not only because Adar says “no” but because the shot is tilted, bent sideways. This is not the camera angle at which we recognise emotions clearly.

And this was 100% done on purpose.

I’m giving it to you clear and with some metacommentary

All of these emotions flash so rapidly they are horrifyingly hard to catch. Add to that the camera tilt -- voila, a lot of people understood nothing! Some put in that it was just Adar fearing death.

Adar denying Sauron the satisfaction makes someone go very angry.

The shot is, once again, straight and vertically set. You can clearly see Halbrand’s eyebrows move in confusion, then understanding comes in. For the viewers it is seen as Halbrand acknowledging Adar’s lack of memories, while in reality Sauron just goes

Steps on arm to pull out the spear but does so uncaringly, indicating he’s not concerned with what Adar’s feeling at all:

(Adar gasps but doesn’t flinch or even move his hand closer to himself: he’s all too familiar with pain, as we know)

Jaw angrily clenched:

Sheer act of dominance + quite a interesting thing if you think about Sauron & Adar relationship. Sauron steps on Adar like he’s nothing, like he’s a thing. Adar doesn’t even flinch, the “been there, done that before” moment.

Also, the shot is upside down, Adar’s face is covered with his hair, his eyes are all but closed. It is impossible to say what exactly is he feeling.

It is very obvious what Sauron/Halbrand is feeling with his nostrils flaring and jaw still clenched

“I hate you for what you did”.

It is clear he’s going for a kill (although no one would be able to stop a spear like that but oh-kay, he’s a goddamn Maia).

Reminding you, that at this moment Adar has both hands free. And still he decides to do nothing. He doesn’t try to grab Sauron’s foot or to cover his throat or anything. With his eyes fluttered shut, he just accepts his fate and the revenge Sauron is about to inflict.

It is perfectly seen he is afraid of death. And when Galadriel calls out to Halbrand, Adar doesn’t even try to look at his unexpected savior. His gaze is still fixed on Sauron.

Once again, very clear shots. All the faces and all the anger are perfectly seen.

Sauron’s gaze is fixed on Adar in return.

And Galadriel is like “they have a history, poor Halbrand...“. Her eyes are fixed on Halbrand, the shot showing her concern and compassion for him, because Galadriel has no idea it isn’t Halbrand that is the victim. And the viewers follow her trail of thought and emotion.

Then comes the part that tricked most of us.

Attention, please.

The shot is once again upside down, there’s hair all over Adar’s face, the camera does a JOB of filming this from the opposite direction of where Adar’s staring (at Sauron), so we don’t see his eyes or much of his face.

The fact that we don’t see his face clearly makes us rely on what he’s saying. And what he’s saying sounds like a mockery, although it’s actually a bitter retort.

Doing nothing to resist physically (probably knowing it is impossible against Sauron), Adar still puts up a verbal fight.

This might be the first time he says his pain out loud.

But it looks like it’s Adar who is guilty. Galadriel is even more concerned. The camera shows us that she is awaiting Halbrand’s reaction and his response.

The camera tilts sideways, showing us less hair, more face:

It seems a mockery once again. And now it is. This “woman” line concerned me for a while because I couldn’t get why would Adar mock Sauron with something as distant as a woman lover (Angbang forever, mates), something he clearly wasn’t interested much in.

Then it dawned that Adar is probably referring to his lover. Someone that Sauron, or Melkor, tortured and hurt (and most probably put to rape and breeding orcs...) and made die a long time ago.

Look at that bitter smile.

But oh, Sauron doesn’t like to be mocked for his deeds, does he? He’s once again trembling with rage, it’s perfectly seen:

While we are made think Adar hit the spot in Halbrand’s past life.

The camera’s certainly now zooming in, indicating there’s a tension building between these two. The shot is still tilted, making it hard to analyze Adar.

Adar’s breathing it out very accusingly. The wound of letting his orcs be put to torture is still fresh, in contrast to the probable woman he had lost a long ago. If we take into account that Sauron commanded legions of orcs during the First Age, then Adar is talking about thousands of his children being sent to fight and die by Sauron and for Sauron.

Really, what did Adar do to Sauron that could match the kind of pain Sauron brought him?

Then Galadrial cuts the string of tension:

Of course she’s protecting the person she knows! Any of us would do that.

Now this is the most mysterious moment. While it seems it’s Halbrand remembering his family, it is actually Sauron... grieving over Adar’s betrayal? He looks genuinely hurt, like he’s almost on the verge of tears.

And then this.

Okay, let me slow it down for you:

It seems like Adar, seeing that hurt look on Sauron’s face, realizes something. Something that makes him feel some kind of awe and breathe in in disbelief. Probably he’s shocked he meant something to Sauron. Probably he’s impressed that he managed to truly hurt him. Probably he thought it wasn’t possible.

Galadriel has a different reaction seeing that face.

This seems to settle Sauron for now but a whole complex of emotions is still clearly shown in the last, most close-upped of all shots:

TLDR: The composition of this scene gives us straight, clear shots of Halbrand & Galadriel while giving very angly, difficult shots of Adar for us not to comprehend his emotions well so we’d not guess Halbrand is SUS too early.

#adar #sauron #galadriel #adar rings of power #rings of power #the rings of power #lotr rings of power #trop amazon #rop amazon #amazon trop #drart says #drart stop #but am i film journalist or am i not #trop breakdown

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winterromanov · 2 years

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look up, the sky is gold / a nick x charlie fic

read on ao3 here

“Your mum’s been texting me.”

Charlie can just about make out Nick’s bemused expression over his shitty student halls wifi connection. “She’s been doing what?”

“I mean,” Charlie shifts his back so he’s positioned more comfortably against the frame of his bed. “She’s texted me before, about birthdays and stuff, but this is different.”

“What has she said?”

Charlie clears his throat, scrolling through his inbox. “Monday, just gone. Good morning Charlie. Sunshine emoji. I hope you have a lovely day. ”

Nick shakes his head, half-smiling. “Go on.”

“Tuesday. Hello Charlie. A picture of the beach. Visited here this morning and thought of you. Thursday. Good luck for your mock maths exam today. Calculator emoji.”

“Oh my god, that’s so embarrassing.” Even the pixelated screen can’t hide Nick’s flushed cheeks. “I swear, I don’t tell her everything about us or you, she just has a way of working things out. I can ask her to stop.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Charlie insists. “It’s nice.”

“I think it’s an empty nest thing - she pretends that she doesn’t mind, but she’s finding it hard, me not being at home anymore. Just don’t be scared if she pulls out the adoption papers.”

Sarah Nelson isn’t the only one, Charlie thinks, an all too familiar ache settling in his stomach. But seeing the way Nick’s eyes twinkle over Facetime when he laughs is better than not having him at all. It came so perilously close to that, their relationship teetering off the edge of a cliff.

He faintly hears someone calling out Nick’s name and the door of his dorm opening, murmurs about a social at the student’s union. “Sorry, Char. I’ve got to go or the others will leave without me.”

“No worries,” he says, “I’ll just message your mum instead.”

Nick bites his lip, shaking his head in resignation. “You know, that joke isn’t nearly as funny when it’s actually true.”

Charlie laughs, letting his gaze settle on his boyfriend for just a moment longer. “Have a good time. I love you.”

Nick’s smile is bright yet bittersweet. God, do straight people experience this intense fucking yearning 24/7, or is it just him? “I love you. Bye.”

When FaceTime closes, Charlie is still looking at Nick, adoring expression frozen in a photobooth picture from years ago.

The first time Charlie sees Sarah Nelson independent from Nick is in the park five days before he is due to visit Leeds for the first time.

He finds autumn difficult because he’s not so good with endings, changes. The way the autumn leaves curl and fall from the trees lining the path remind him of Nick, but what doesn’t, these days. There is both excitement and anxiety in his gait. God - he wants to see him, hold him, more than anything else in the world. But there is still that nagging sensation in the back of his skull - that intermittent thought of what if university Nick isn’t the same as high school Nick in, like, a bad way?

“Charlie!”

He blinks, hurtling out of his reverie. His eyes settle on the voice calling his name and he relaxes, shoving his hands in the pocket of his coat. “Hi.”

“You were lost in your own little world.” Sarah smiles, half fighting with Nellie’s lead as she desperately tries to launch herself at Charlie. “Oh my goodness, she’s missed you!”

It doesn’t take a moment for Charlie to fall to his knees, throwing his arms around the energetic collie. Nick’s best friend, other than him, of course. “I’ve missed you too, gorgeous girl.”

“I think she’s a bit lost, without you and Nick around. She’s been stuck with me.”

“I’m sure she’s happy to have you all to herself,” Charlie says, finally standing up. He rubs the patch on Nellie’s head between her ears, thinking of the moments where she’d lie quietly between him and Nick on his bed, perfectly content.

“Hm,” Sarah arches an eyebrow. “She certainly is happy to have seemingly unlimited access to the treat cupboard when I’m at work. She doesn’t have Nick to keep her in line, you see. I’m no good with the discipline.” A pause. “You could walk her, if you like. No commitment of course. You and Nick used to take her on some lovely long routes, and I just don’t have the time, as much as I want to.”

They took her to the beach, once, last summer. Nellie sat beneath their feet on the train and spent the afternoon running between the waves, sand on her nose and salt in her fur.

He swallows hard. “She might not want me to, if Nick’s not there.”

“Oh, don’t be silly!” Sarah reaches out, squeezing him tenderly on the arm. It’s kind of funny, actually, that his own mum never really does that. “She loves the both of you.”

Sarah’s warm expression makes him smile, makes him think that she’s probably not lying. “Yeah, okay. I’d like that.”

“Excellent!” Sarah tugs on Nellie’s lead. “Just text me when you are free and we can sort something out.”

“Great. Thanks.” Charlie nods in the opposite direction of the park. “I’ll…see you?”

“Absolutely. See you later, my darling.”

There is slightly less anxiety in his gait on his way out.

charlie_spr1 posted a story: long walks with miss nellie [dog emoji]

nick_nzzzz replied: First you steal my mum, now you’re stealing my dog??!!!

charlie_spr1 replied: your dog? im sorry she is quite clearly my dog now

nick_nzzzz replied: [crying emojis] Honestly, I’m away from home for less than a month and you are already replacing me

charlie_spr1 replied: its okay, i promise not to steal ur boyfriend as well

nick_nzzzz replied: You better not

He is coming to visit in two days time

Might be quite awkward otherwise

[heart emojis]

charlie_spr1 replied: can he bring your mum along as well?

nick_nzzzz replied: OH MY GOD SHUT UP

charlie_spr1 replied: i see no problems with this arrangement ??

nick_nzzzz replied: If you mention my mum one more time I’m blocking you

Deadly serious

charlie_spr1 replied: i’m deadly serious

nick_nzzzz replied: I swear to god Charlie, kissing you was quite high on my list of priorities this weekend, but I think I might have to murder you instead.

Love you. Unfortunately.

charlie_spr1 replied: [heart emojis]

When he sees Nick standing on the platform at Leeds train station, he feels more stupid than anything else. Stupid because he accidentally got on the wrong train and made a detour to Oxford, but mainly stupid because his mind has been his enemy for no fucking reason, what a surprise.

Nick’s smile is golden like daylight, when his eyes finally catch his. He is holding a bouquet of red carnations. And he is pushing through throngs of anonymous commuters in a frantic attempt to close the distance between them, to hold him long enough to make up for the time they’ve been apart.

When they kiss, his mouth tastes like it always has, like peppermint and violets and seasalt.

“Hi,” Charlie says breathlessly, their dumb mantra.

“Hi,” Nick replies, grinning. He thrusts the bouquet into his grip. “I got you these. I don’t really know why, it just felt like the right thing to do, you know?”

Charlie smiles, admiring the blazing scarlets, the impressive crimsons. “They’re beautiful. Your mum will be so proud.”

Nick’s laugh is loud and unabashed. He tosses his head back and the way his hair moves with him reminds Charlie of the tide, ebbing and flowing. “I’m not going to hear the end of this, am I?”

“Not if I have anything to do with it,” Charlie smirks, perching on his tiptoes to kiss him again. “She wants a photo of us, by the way. I think she might be getting into scrapbooking.”

“Well, at least I know what to get her for her birthday now,” Nick jokes. He reaches out to grab Charlie’s hand and it feels so much like home, the way his fingers effortlessly intertwine with his own, a boat finally meeting the shore after years at sea.

(Okay, it’s been like, three weeks, but he loves a wistful metaphor).

“If we send her a photo,” Nick says as they weave through the crowd, “Can you promise not to make another your mum joke for the rest of the time you’re here?”

“Ah, but are they jokes if they’re true?”

“Charlie Spring,” Nick responds, aghast, “You are…something else.”

He squeezes Nick’s hand tighter, curves closer into his side.

Charlie Spring: [photo] a photo of me and nick at victoria quarter :)

Sarah Nelson: Thank you, you both look so handsome! Have a lovely time and make sure Nick looks after you!

Charlie Spring: will do. enjoy the rest of your weekend!

Nick presses a kiss on the window with his hand as the train departs back to Kent.

Charlie doesn’t cry, mostly because he doesn’t want to make it awkward for the other passengers. The sob sits waiting in his throat for over four hours and almost 300 miles, saving it for a moment when there are no eyes watching him.

His phone buzzes and he assumes it’s Nick, but it isn’t.

Sarah Nelson: Chin up, Charlie [sunshine emoji]

He doesn’t reply, but he does wonder what used to occupy his heart before he met the Nelson family.

The walks with Nellie become a regular thing. Every Wednesday, Friday and Sunday afternoon he arrives at Nick and Sarah’s front door, his pockets full of treats from the gourmet pet food shop on the high street. He rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet until Sarah answers, usually preceded by an excitable Nellie.

This time, only Sarah answers. “Hello, Charlie! Oh my goodness - I completely forgot. Nellie has gone to the groomer this morning. Sorry, sweetheart, I should have texted you.”

Charlie smiles. “That’s okay, no worries.”

“You can come in, if you like?” Sarah opens the door out further, revealing a hallway he is all too familiar with. “I’ll stick the kettle on.”

Charlie tries to protest. “Oh, no -- I wouldn’t want to be in your way.”

“You wouldn’t, I promise.” Sarah smiles that same warm smile. “Earl Grey okay? Or would you prefer a coffee? I know Nick said you were getting into espresso.”

Charlie gives in, because who wouldn’t? He edges into the house, wiping his feet on the mat. “Tea is fine, thank you.”

“Perfect,” Sarah closes the door behind him. “Go and make yourself comfortable in the living room, I won’t be a moment.”

The house looks the same as it always does, same paint on the walls and same rug lining the floor. Sarah has changed the photographs on the wall opposite the stairs. Charlie runs his thumb across the one in the centre, the one of him and Nick in Leeds, under the purple hues of Victoria Quarter. If he closes his eyes he’s still there, still in the tiny dorm room with the twin bed and broken window, feeling Nick’s cold hands across his torso and his laugh in his ear at three o’clock in the morning.

One week. One week until he’s home again.

In the living room, there is coloured card and sellotape and bright patterned stickers scattered across the coffee table, alongside folders of photographs taken on an old film camera.

“I’m getting into scrapbooking,” Sarah says, handing Charlie a mug with a gold N emblazoned on the front. “I’ve been meaning to do it for ages.”

Charlie nods, and Sarah urges him to sit on the couch.

“You’ll have to take a look at these,” Sarah hands him a wallet. “Just don’t tell Nicky, though.”

As he leaf through the stack of photographs he sees snapshots of Nick’s entire childhood, from chubby baby with wispy blonde hair to a smiling boy in a Bob the Builder shirt, wearing a yellow hard hat and brandishing a plastic drill.

“He wanted to be a builder for such a long time,” Sarah says, “No idea where that came from. Then he wanted to be a singer.”

“A singer?” Charlie asks sceptically, because Nick’s musical abilities…left a lot to be desired, to put it mildly.

“Oh, yes. He used to sing a lot when he was little. I have a video of him yelling along to Piano Man in the car, somewhere, before his dad -- well.” Sarah’s smile is a little sad, a little nostalgic. “Then he wanted to be a rugby player. I’m not so sure now.”

Charlie’s eyes settle on the little boy with the hard hat and the plastic drill for a moment longer, before carefully tucking the photo away. He’s always felt weird, seeing photographs of people he knows in the days and years before he met them. He just wants to say don’t worry, it will be okay.

It would have been nice if someone had said that to him, just once.

“I’ve only ever wanted Nicky to be happy,” Sarah says decidedly, putting her hand gently on top of his. “And I think he is. I think he is.”

Charlie smiles. He thinks about how Nick’s new university friends all took turns to buy him a drink so he didn’t get IDed at the bar, welcomed him like it was a given, not a possible. How there were no snide comments when they held hands under the table or kissed in the street, how he’d never seen Nick so relaxed and at ease with himself and his identity.

Yeah, he thinks he is, too.

That night, he opens an encyclopaedia stacked at the top his bookshelf. Between the pages are a bouquet of red carnations, give or take a couple of blooms, pressed and preserved in an attempt to cling onto them forever.

He’s not into scrapbooking, but that does not mean he isn’t sentimental.

“My mum has started tagging you in Facebook posts,” Nick murmurs into his neck, Nellie laid between them. “I’m glad you liked that story about that rehabilitated abandoned badger as much as she did.”

Charlie chuckles. “She saw a badger in your garden the other day. That’s probably why.”

“You see, she doesn’t share this breaking front-page news with me anymore. I want to hear about the badgers too.”

“I’ll set up a badger alert.” Charlie turns so he’s facing Nick, watches how his eyes dart to his lips. “24/7 updates on the local badger population.”

“It’s the bare minimum you could do,” Nick laughs. “It’s not like you do a lot else.”

Charlie swats him round the head and he pretends to look affronted for about half a second before ducking in for a kiss, slow and tired and Sunday afternoon.

charlie_spr1 posted a story: [badger emojis] @ nick_nzzzz

nick_nzzzz replied: Was this taken in my back garden? Do you just live in my house at this point???

charlie_spr1 replied: i am in your walls :)

“So you’re telling me,” Tao begins, pausing for dramatic effect. Elle is eating a strawberry lace from the paper bag in his hands. “You are ditching one of our legendary film nights, featuring Miss Elle Argent on loan from Central Saint Martins for one night only, to go hang out with your boyfriend’s mum?”

Charlie laughs between a mouthful of marshmallows. “I already said I would, okay? I would feel bad if I said I couldn’t go anymore!”

“No offence, Charlie, but that is next level tragic.” Tao shakes his head. “I have the new Wes Anderson with the director’s commentary. Do you know how hard it’s been to get a hold of it?”

Elle rolls her eyes jokingly at Charlie when Tao isn’t looking. “God, how on Earth will Charlie cope?”

“I know,” Tao murmurs, eyes narrowed. “What are you even doing?”

“Baking, I think.” Charlie swallows another marshmallow. “Nick did well in his mid-term exams, so she wants to make him a cake for when he’s back on Friday.”

Tao gives him a disgusted look. “That is literally the most nauseating thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Well,” Elle tugs at another strawberry lace. “I think it’s sweet.”

“No, no, no!” Tao waves his hands around dramatically. “Do not go getting any ideas. You are not baking cakes with my mother, Elle. I will die before you start baking cakes with my mother.”

“Oh! Cool,” Elle says, deadpan. “We can make a super nice one for your wake, then.”

Charlie rests his chin on his palm as he watches the two of them argue, warmth settling in his chest. Like daylight.

nick_nzzzz posted: What happens when your boyfriend and your mother make you a celebratory cake. [photo]

charlie_spr1 commented: it’s called abstract art [painting emoji]

nick_nzzzz commented: It’s called leave the baking to your super talented bf next time :)

His relationship with his own mother is strained at the best of times, even more so since Tori left for university. It’s some catty argument about nothing at all that leads Charlie to Sarah’s door in the middle of November, when the sky gets dark at five pm and his thoughts get darker too.

In the moments between knocking on the door and Sarah opening it he starts to think this is a stupid idea, that he’s bothering her, that he’s stupid and worthless and that his mum is always right, right about everything. No-one will like you if you’re like this, he hears in his head. Even Nick will get bored of your attitude one day.

He almost leaves, but then Sarah pulls him into her chest, hugs him like he’s just as much her son as Nick is. “Oh, Charlie. It’s okay, I promise. I promise.”

“I’m sorry,” he sobs, “I don’t know why -- I don’t know why I’m like this.”

“Well,” Sarah leans back, combs a strand of dark hair away from his wet eyes. “I like you just the way you are.”

He wakes at 3am with Nick’s strong arm wrapped around his middle, pulling him close. His hands are cold and so are his feet, like he’s just come in from outside.

“You’re here,” Charlie whispers hoarsely. Nick’s here.

“My mum called me, so I got the next Megabus home.” Nick said quietly. He shivers, curling in closer. “I was sat next to a man who had his toes out like, the whole journey.”

Charlie can’t help but laugh, and he supposes that’s Nick’s intention. “I’m sorry.”

“I thought we’d done the whole no more apologies thing ages ago.” Nick places a kiss on the back of his head between his curls. “I wanted to be here. When you are in pain, I’ll always want to be with you. As long as you’re okay with that.”

They lie in silence for a moment or two. Then - “I wish I could stay here forever.”

“No you don’t,” Nick replies, “Because you’d miss your dad and you’d miss Tori, and you would even miss your mum, I think. Plus, my mum will end up forcing you to listen to Billy Joel albums, and it would be morally wrong for me to subject you to that.”

He thinks of the happy little boy in the hard hat with the plastic drill, singing along to Piano Man in the car before his dad left and he didn’t sing anymore.

“Let’s act like the next few hours are forever, then.” Charlie compromises. “A little bit of forever.”

“A little bit of forever,” Nick echoes. “Okay.”

In the morning, Nick nips out early to get a pint of milk from the newsagents and Sarah has left for work. There’s an envelope with Charlie’s name in the hallway, sat neatly on the table next to an old school photo of Nick and a bouquet of sunflowers.

His fingers gingerly reach out, tug open the flap.

It’s a house key.

#ok #heartstopper #Charlie x Nick #charlie spring #nick nelson #sarah nelson #found family #heartstopper netflix #heartstopper fic #fanfic #joe locke #kit connor #ppl liked this over on ao3 so here u go

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21 & 22!

Everyone wants to know my unpopular opinions huh lol

21. part of canon you think is overhyped

Honestly. Mac Finds His Pride. I love the idea of Mac accepting himself and coming out to his dad and Frank saying “I get it”, but everything else about the episode is uh. Like the weird Goldilocks “this place is too sexual, this place isn’t sexual enough” beginning of the episode is so unfunny to me and I get that the idea is Mac feels like he can’t give anything a chance until he talks to his dad, but that still leaves me with an episode that’s largely boring and annoying to me until the one single Emotional Moment. And said emotional moment doesn’t even have any sort of impact on the narrative. They say “oh Mac’s finally more comfortable being gay” but to me he doesn’t act any different in episodes going forward than before. In season 15 he’s back to desperately trying to find connection with his dad in Ireland so his dad rejecting him again seemingly didn’t actually change how Mac saw him or himself at all. In season 16 with Shoots it’s even worse—he literally chooses his dad over another gay man in a weird “I’ll always choose my father’s imagined approval over homosexual community and solidarity” move that completely goes back on the lesson he supposedly learned. So what does MFHP have left? A single (very beautiful and artistic) coming out dance that doesn’t even seem to matter in the grand scheme of Mac’s life? Hero or Hate Crime is a more impactful coming out with more tangible effects on the characters and narrative. “Well MFHP is really about Frank!” Okay even if you wanna go there does he actually act meaningfully less homophobic after? Does he actually start being more of a father figure to Mac? I’d argue no. It’s wild to me that this is the episode that gets the most press and praise and attention even to this day because I think it’s honestly a really poor example of what Sunny can do both comedically and emotionally. But that’s just my opinion, I get why so many people still connect to it and love it.

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

I’ve seen people talk about him so it’s not “everyone” but I feel like most people ignore Frank in general beyond how he affects the rest of the cast. Which is understandable, but his mind is fascinating to me—he wants so badly to be loved and form connections with people but he’s so paranoid about being fucked over he fucks over everyone else before they can get too close. Despite all his vibrato he seems to genuinely believe no one but Charlie could ever like him for his personality. And even with Charlie he has to be the one in control of the relationship at all times to feel safe. But he’s also the most secure of anyone in the gang because he knows that his pursuit of wealth made him do monstrous thing but he doesn’t care because he fully embraces being a monster. Everyone else in the gang tries to justify themselves but Frank knows he’s evil and is cool with being that way. And I think that’s neat.

Choose Violence ask game

#ask #leather-locklear #dennisboobs #literallysatanofficial

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RUIN Theory! - Entity

Spoilers for RUIN up ahead about some coincidences that might not be so coincidental. .

So the bunny entity, what—or who—is it? Because it doesn’t act like Glitchtrap, who wanted to trap you so it could get out. In fact, it only attacks when you’re trying to deactivate the security nodes. I think it would’ve been quite peaceful if Cassie didn’t try to deactivate everything. It’s against the animatronic in the basement getting out, so it’s probably on Gregory’s side (the enemy of my enemy is my friend…ish). That wouldn’t make any sense for Glitchtrap.

While I was watching a second play through, I noticed something. There were two Nightmarionne plushies that I’ve seen, one of those being a collectable. The collectable is found right after you see the electric door and Gregory says to turn off all the security nodes, and the sitting plush is in a maintenance area after unlocking a security node (sometimes the Entity is there, sometimes it isn’t). The sitting plush is a child node itself, which is a strange and seemingly purposeful choice. So that’s odd, right? Two plushies that are connected to the security nodes. And as you probably know, Nightmarionne is connected to the Puppet, who is connected to Charlie.

Looking at the Entity, it has the same main colors as the Puppet—all black with white markings. And the energy (?) that pulses along its arms looks kind of like the Puppet’s stripes in some instances. The Entity looks like a bunny, it’s made to remind you of Glitchtrap, but what if that’s the point? Helpi, who is working with the animatronic in the basement, can control what you see to a degree. What if he’s using that to make the Entity seem more intimidating, but still keeping some aspects like the color? We’ve seen both purple and green glitches on it in the trailer, so maybe that’s an indicator. Plus, the security nodes are themed around bunnies as well. What if the VANNI security mask just makes things look like that?

The Entity was “destroyed” with golden glitches, which could be a parallel to Princess Quest, but Helpi’s eyes turn a similar golden color when the veins are present. In addition, his little visor thing (that isn’t present at the cutout ending, but his outfit is entirely different so I’m not sure how much that means. Maybe it’s the best version of him?) is golden too. Who knows?

EDIT: there is an arcade machine that’s called “Clowntown Throwdown” in the hallway to the daycare entrance. If we’re following my last theory, could this be a reference to CB and Charlie battling?

EDIT II: the Entity doesn’t necessarily stop you while you’re helping Sun and Moon, it only watches when you’re in the play structures even though it could definitely go through to get Cassie. Now that could be because it can’t do anything since no animatronics are able to get there soon enough, but it could also be that it wants you to help them, for better or for worse. And there are AR blockers in front of the generators, possibly to discourage the lights being turned on by anyone from the animatronic in the basement’s side. The Entity also seems to guard the room above the daycare (Sun and Moon’s room presumably) despite there being nothing in there that would trigger it. What’s that about?

EDIT III: looking at the Entity’s design again, it kind of looks like it has Puppet’s smile. Both of their mouths are wide open and smiling, and it’s especially obvious when you see it in the purple digital world. Just looking at both their faces, you can see some similarities in their face shape and overall design. Puppet was probably once called “Security Puppet,” after all.

#fnaf security breach #fnaf #fnaf ruin #theory #five nights at freddy's #security breach ruin #five nights at freddy's security breach #security breach #ruin dlc #the entity #charlie emily #sun and moon fnaf #sun and moon security breach

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It’s been surreal to see the downfall of Matty Healy happen in real time, especially as somebody who’s been a… fan, I guess? That might be a strong word since I have a very complicated history with The 1975 and their music, but I’ve listened to them a lot since I was a teenager and I’d probably say I like more of their songs than not (even if their third and fourth albums are ROUGH).

It’s been wild seeing him say and do all this shit seemingly for the sake of controversy. Joining these dude bro podcasts and making tasteless jokes or laughing along with guys doing the same. Making a nazi salute during one of his songs live (which was probably not meant to be an active endorsement based on the song he did it during, but still a bad look because A) that song is not good and B) fucking look at the state of society and social politics right now). There’s honestly probably more that I’m not thinking of off the top of my head. He’s basically painted himself, in the eyes of many, as a racist and a nazi.

Do I think he’s necessarily these things? To be honest, I don’t know. I don’t think so, based on a lot of the content of his band’s music, but also he made this fucking bed. This is what happens when you, to quote him, “say controversial things just for the hell of it”. You can say it’s been taken out of context, you can say it’s actually for the sake of commentary, you can say whatever the fuck you want, but at the end of the day he’s still platforming people who likely do actually believe in this shit, and also he’s still using iconography of people who enacted a genocide. Regardless of what your larger purpose is, it’s still pretty shitty, and I don’t have a lot of sympathy for him even if I don’t think the picture is as black and white as people are making it out to be.

I also don’t have sympathy for Charli XCX, who’s posting pictures with him online right now. Taylor Swift broke up with him pretty fast, but the time that they were together was after a lot of the shit about him came out, so the fact that she was with him at all looked pretty ugly. You can say all you want about Matty Healy and his actual intentions and evaluate as much of his personhood as you desire, but he has this reputation now, and associating with him means that, at the very least, you do not care about the potential negative impacts his actions and words have on other people. And if that’s the case, all I can say is be prepared to take the shit that comes with that.

I don’t think I’ll ever stop liking the albums by The 1975 I like. Their debut and sophomore albums were pretty fundamental for me, I found them when I was a freshman in high school and I loved them then, and still really like them now. Their newest album from last year, though it has a lot of the stink of everything I just talked about, called back to the sounds from those two albums, and I ended up really enjoying most of it as a result. But I don’t think I’d feel comfortable doing anything more to support this band than stream their music. I don’t want to see them live, I don’t want to buy their merch, I don’t want to show support to Matty Healy. Cuz whether or not Matty is actually racist or a nazi, it’s pretty clear that he doesn’t care about people labeling him like that, which I think is the most damning part of all of this.

#the 1975 #matty healy #charli xcx #taylor swift #also rina sawayama has made it clear she is not in good terms with him #which honestly i trust that woman with my life so that says more than enough to me

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I really, really, REALLY hope Hazbin Hotel is at least more decent than Helluva Boss. I don’t expect anything good from Viv or her crew at this point anymore. I definitely don’t expect this show to be the greatest series ever. I’m already convinced that HB might as well be based off some poorly written wattpad fanfiction written by a 12-year-old (and to be honest, I think the wattpad fanfictions are better than this).

But the thing is, I’ve liked Hazbin Hotel for a while now. At least I like it enough to create an OC. Hazbin isn’t the best show, it definitely had at least some flaws I couldn’t ignore, but I certainly like it a WHOLE lot more HB, and the show hasn't even started.

There are a lot of things I hope this show will not come across, and one of them is to mainly not become another Helluva Boss disaster. For instance:

I hope we could focus on the main plot instead of it entirely being focused on something else amongst other things, and that includes the characters as well. With HB, it was mainly supposed to be about Blitzo and the rest of IMP running an assassination business, fulfilling requests for sinners who want to take revenge on the people in the living world. But the series didn’t take long at all to forget about that plot to put more focus on Blitzo’s relationship with Stolas (it’s not even a good relationship. It’s confusing, not to mention toxic). It’s not even just that; There are episodes where we focus on Stolas’s relationship with his daughter, which seems to be on and off at this point. Then there’s Moxxie who has to put up with being the butt-monkey and target of ridicule. Blitzo being emotionally troubled by the people around him. Stolas’s feelings for Blitzo. Blitzo and Loona’s father/daughter relationship that seemingly has no development. I’m surprised Millie doesn’t have her own episode. It’s just plots all over the place! There are some episodes that have like 3 things happening in that same episode and there so many transitions, and it just gets annoying. These writers just can’t seem to make up their mind about what we should pay attention to!

Hazbin Hotel’s main plot is Charlie and her goal to redeem sinners. She hates how all of the demons and sinners are continuously slaughtered by exorcist because of an overpopulation in hell. She simply just wants there to be a more better and alternate solution than to kill her people. So, she decides to turn her old family home into a hotel. A "Happy Hotel" where sinners can book in and she can teach them how to become better people. Not only that, she's hoping that if they do become better people, there's a chance where they can earn their place in heaven, giving them less of a chance to be slaughtered. Of course, no one believes this fact. So that's where Angel Dust comes in to be her test subject. However, even that remains difficult because Angel doesn't seem to care at all about wanting to change his ways. It especially doesn't help that he gets involved in a turf war after only being clean for 2 weeks, leading to more mockery at Charlie and her goals. While things appear to be less than positive for Charlie, she get's an unexpected visit from everyone's one and only favorite radio demon, Alastor. He takes an interest in Charlie's idea to redeem sinners and decides to become her business partner, albiet only for his amusement to watch people fail at become a better person, since he himself doesn't believe the concept of sinners being given a chance to go to heaven. Still, it gives Charlie some hope for the Hotel as well as the sinners since Alastor appears to be a great help.

See, that is the kind of plot I'm looking to explore. I'm actually curious to see how Charlie is gonna go about helping these sinners and if there's a possibility they can go to heaven. I'm also curious to see how Viv is gonna go about this story. As long as she just sticks to the plot other than putting the main focus on something else entirely, then that's fine with me. Not to say she can't have a subplot. Having subplots are fine, but there's a difference between having a main plot while adding in a side story that parralels with it and just forgetting about the main plot all together just to focus on something else especially when it has nothing to do the main plot. And you CANNOT have 3 to 5 plots in one show, much less in one episode. Then things are just gonna be all over the place, and you'll be left to focus on way to many plots.

Just imagine us seeing Charlie trying to redeem her sinners, then suddenly we cut back to Angel Dust progressing some relationship with Husk, with Alastor, or any other character, and in the most toxic way possible. Then there's a cutback to him dealing with the abuse from his pimp. Then we transition to seeing Alastor's rivalry with Vox. Then there's a transtion to Sir Pentious to see what he got goin’ on. Then another transtion to Husk and his troubled state. And another transition to Charlie and Vaggie's relationship - Just so many plot points only to go back to the main plot the last minute. You could imagine how disappointed I would be if the show turned out like that. I would sadly drop it in an instant.

So yes, that is the main problem I hope this show doesn't come to amongst other things; including pointless and toxic ships, episodes that are just going too fast, putting in unexplained facts about certain things in demonology that's just downright confusing (How time works in hell, how Overlords can turn so powerful so quickly, etc).

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel critique #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critical #vivziepop critical

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George doesn't mind being eaten or does it seem that way to me? (Because in the last drawing it looks like he's just chilling in a hoodie of someone that had swallowed him earlier)

You once said that there were some borrowers who knew they would be fine even if they were eaten.

Is that the case with George or does he just not care?

I have no idea, just wondering.

Have a cookie 🍪 and a glass of water 🥤, have to be hydrated, so important :)

I HAVE BEEN WANTING TO ANSWER THIS ASK FOR SO LONG BUT I GENUINELY JUST DIDNT KNOW HOW BUT FUCK IT IM GONNA MAKE IT UP AS I GO CAUSE I WANNA TALK ABOUT THIS

You’re right, though! George doesn’t mind being eaten!

Ok, so, George at this point isn’t really friends with Dream, they kind of have an arrangement worked out.

George generally hates doing stuff. The world is overstimulating and it sucks, but one day when he’s not careful enough on his way back to his colony, he gets snatched up by Dream. Dream does his whole speech about how he’s gone. eat George but he’s not gonna hurt him and he’ll be fine but he’s gonna trap him and all this other crap where he’s trying to scare George and he just… doesn’t care.

George is a bit off put but he’s heard that borrowers can be safely swallowed because he accidentally overheard Minx talking to Charlie about some guy in the apartment eating “Tommy,” whoever that was since no one in the colony is named Tommy, and them wanting to get him out. From context clues George realized that their main concern for whoever was swallowed was him being scared and hungry, not him being in actual peril. Eventually George puts together that the guy trying to eat him is the same guy Minx was talking about.

So midway through Dream’s whole villian monologue George just tells him to “shut the fuck up” and “as long as it won’t kill me, get on with it”.

Dream is stunned (of course he is what kind of a reaction is that), but swallows George anyway, since he has no clue what else he should do. George just said that to Dream because he was really tired. His farming didn’t go well and he didn’t want to go home yet and explain that mess, and at that point he’d take any form of an excuse to put off heading back to his colony empty-handed.

It doesn’t take long for Dream to realize how much more enjoyable the experience is when the borrower is actually willing. George goes down without any fight, seemingly already asleep by the time he lands in Dream’s stomach. Or at least Dream assumes he is, because isn’t moving at all and he starts purring. He panics for a minute cause he didn’t know borrowers could do that, but eventually he registers that George purring means he’s actually enjoying being in there (Dream definitely isn’t flustered by this) and it’s hard for Dream to actually believe after having had to “hunt” borrowers for years.

George is only slightly awake by the time he arrives in the stomach. It’s dark, comfortable, warm, and quiet other than the echoing sounds of his own purrs that he’s only half aware he’s making. But he’s never been this comfortable and for the first time in his life, there’s no bright colors or blaring sounds. Just the dark damp space around him and the steady background noise of a beating heart, soft enough to help him fall asleep.

Dream ends up keeping him in there for a solid, like, 15 hours, and he only let him out at all because he was starting to get concerned that George hadn’t done or said anything the whole time and Dream didn’t know if he just slept a lot or passed out or what.

George ends up complaining about being woken up the second he’s let out, though, so he really does just sleep a lot. Dream doesn’t actually know what to do from here, cause he’d never enjoyed eating a borrower as much as George, and he’d never tasted a better borrower, either. But like hell he was gonna say that cause that was embarrassing, but he didn’t just wanna kidnap the guy, either. But he didn’t have to ask, anyway, cause George was actually the one to suggest doing it more often.

George asks if he can, just, come over to get eaten when he’s having a rough day, and Dream accepts so quickly that he’s actually embarrassed of himself. George then thanks him, playfully calls him a weirdo, and leaves. Only to show up again 5 hours later to be eaten again.

The two basically just use each other for a while because then Dream doesn’t want to get in trouble with his “brother” again after the Tommy incident and George doesn’t have to work as much and can destress in a non-overstimulating environment.

Eventually the two do get closer, George explaining how his genetics fuck him over daily and the quiet darkness is why he likes getting eaten and Dream slowly and unwillingly becomes an absolute simp for a man barely half the size of his hand.

#THIS HAS BEEN IN MY ASK BOX FOR #SO LONG #IM SO SORRY #GENIUNELY I THOUGHT ABOUT THIS A LOT CAUSE ITS A GOOD QUESTION #you mentioned the hoodie drawing as recent and that was month #*months ago #i’m so sorry #cyncerity #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #dad’s troubles au #tw vore #giant!dream #tiny!george

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wolfiemcwolferson · 1 year

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y’all are so beautiful and big brained and sent me words for my WIP’s and I am sad to report, you all picked words that don’t exist in my brain apparently!

So, in apology, have a snippy from Werewolfierre that will be dropping on Saturday night/Sunday morning before the race.

Charles then sees Pierre disappearing around the corner and so he follows him into the kitchen where he finds him in the light of the freezer, loading the door up with pints of ice cream. All kinds and then the very last is a clear plastic tub of violently green mint chocolate chip ice cream.

“Pierre -”

“I talked to my mom. I called her on the way to the airport and she reminded me you were always eating that gross ice cream and I just thought -” Pierre shuts the freezer door and Charles’ breath goes out of him.

Pierre is doing that thing again where he stands in moonlight and looks fucking ethereal.

“Arthur picked out like a hundred flavors for himself. I thought if I fed him beforehand -”

“You fed him?” Charles asks, head tilted.

Pierre laughs, gentle and quiet. “Course. I knew he’d be hungry. We had a good talk about the history and conservation efforts for the red wolf.”

That stack of emotions is wavering again. “Oh.”

Pierre comes and stands before him, reaching one hand out for him before he seemingly changes his mind and tucks it behind his back. “I meant to ask you if you minded if I brought the guys by in the morning? We’ll be…we’ll be quiet. In and out.”

Charles can see how nervous he looks and he can see how very much he did not want to ask this question.

“Of course you can.” Charles nods. “Of course, bring them by. I should have - I would have…” Charles laughs a little breathlessly. “I realized I only had the shop number.”

Pierre’s laughter this time is big and bright and beautiful. “Well, now you have mine.”

“I do.”

Something in Pierre’s face changes and he takes a step back. “Okay, I will…be by in the morning, yes?”

Charles is suffering that whiplash again.

“Tell the other two of the Brothers Three that I’ll see them in the morning.”

Charles can barely spin around fast enough to say to Pierre before he pushes the kitchen door open, “Thank you.”

Pierre stops and turns to look at him, face soft, expression open. “You never have to thank me, Charlie. Anything you need.”

And it feels loaded. It’s another thing that Charles doesn’t understand, but doesn’t have time to ask because Pierre is gone before Charles can open his mouth again.

#werewolf pierre agenda #werewolfierre #I love this wip and i love everyone that loves it #it means so much to me #piarles

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oknowkiss · 2 years

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friday flash recs: april 15 2022

i’ve fixated on a lot of ships in my (big inhale) two decades of being in and out of HP fandom. it started with harry/zacharias, then harry/luna, harry/ron. now i enjoy a bit of harry/neville, harry/charlie, harry/pansy, and of course my constant companion (even though i only started writing it this year) harry/draco. for me, it’s always been about harry, my forever idiot.

truly the hardest part of putting together this week’s theme was limiting myself. so many people’s interpretations of harry ruin me. it’s a wonder i function at all. so, without further ado, and in my best rupert grint voice, this week’s theme is MURDER ME, HARRY - a harry so good I left my body behind. (in the interest of not being 100 fics long, this particular list is only drarry harrys)

> blue sunny day || @firethesound || 26K i get the whole vampire thing now. i am not normally a creature fic person. but between this and @shiftylinguini‘s two weeks, which features veela!harry phone sex, i need to accept that i am a creature lover, so long as harry is a disaster at it. in blue sunny day, harry is a terrible vampire. he’s half-starving. he speaks with a lisp because he can’t retract his teeth. draco comes to his rescue for initially self-serving reasons (read: sex). the best way i can rec this is to admit i’ve erased 15 versions of this that spoil all the incredible ways they romance each other because all i EVER want to do is shout about the tea, the garden, the ending that made me fall to the floor and become a bug.

> deal with the devil || @jalesidor || 3.3K my favorite harry is dark harry; i’ll take him at any shade. light gray (selfish, proud, etc), medium gray (anger issues, manipulative), and of course just straight up dark (murder daddy hiii *twirls hair*). this harry i think falls firmly in the medium+ half of the spectrum, but the beautiful part of this fic is that you can see him becoming so much worse. the writing is so teasingly spare, giving you JUST enough, and the entire time there’s this creeping sense of a pin needing to drop. when it does it’s awful and delicious and i expect i’ll spend many hours gleefully imagining what terrible things happen next.

> gryffindors never kiss and tell || feelsforbreakfast || 9.9K give me a confident sexy harry & i’ll fling myself into the sun. this harry is so casually promiscuous, but in a charming & semi-innocent way, like he doesn’t realize the extent to which he’s doing it. the premise is: everyone is friends (trope! love!) and they realize draco’s the only one who hasn’t kissed harry. everyone proceeds to be a monster about it (lovingly). i sat down to this like a businessman in 1952 would sit down to a fancy steak dinner: utensils gripped tight, bib on, eyes and mouth watering.

> magpie || @corvuscrowned || 4K this is the best dark harry ever written. look. i now have to measure my life in pre-magpie years and post-magpie years. when i say this harry changed me, i mean that i’m like, 2 days old now. i do not want to say anything else about this fic because to give away a single detail would make me a robber of joy. all i will say is what’s in the tags, which is: klepto harry. read it and reset.

> too busy being yours to fall || ignatioustrout || 6.9K harry is incredible at dirty talk; both draco & i are UPSET. we all know ig. we all love ig. bi disaster harry in here’s the pencil is iconic, for damn good reason. and they were roommates harry in around you moves made me almost fall off my bed, i was so delighted. but this harry? this harry has a dirty mouth (insert brief call & response pause for any directioners reading) and is so unabashed about it. this is casual sex, kink negotiation, and past-harry/luna that made me want to eat my hair. a warning: this is a WIP that seemingly will not be finished. alas! that’s life. we say thanks for what we have. & here’s some longer fics i’m currently reading: > the bolthole || aideomai, gallaplacidia, @tepre || yes, i’m still reading this. i don’t want it to end. if i read one word a day for the rest of my life maybe it won’t. > modern love & a little death never hurt anyone || @tackytigerfic || i have to plan tacky’s fics like a fancy prix fixe meal, a treat i allow myself for good behavior. an amuse bouche of “a little death” followed by the entrée of “modern love” will be just the thing. > vis-à-vis-à-vis || @vukovich || i’ve embarrassed myself gasping at this in public TWICE now. i’d be finished except i keep pausing between chapters to die of joy at everyone’s suffering. resurrection takes ages, turns out. < last time: smut that awoke something in me

#ok now rec list #drarry fic rec #drarry recs #hp fic rec #hp recs #drarry #drarry fic #drarry fanfic #harry x draco #draco x harry #harry potter #draco malfoy #hpdm

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sortasirius · 3 years

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What the Fuck Happened to the SPN Finale?

Okay so here it is, my Charlie Kelly style manifesto.

Before I get into it, I recognize that I will look like this to many of you, and that’s okay, I understand:

Secondly, your personal Takes about the writers don’t interest me, I don’t need to hear them. This, as I’ll explain, is going to remain a writer positive blog, and that’s the end of it.

Third, and most importantly: some of what I’m going to talk about is fact, and some is highly educated speculation. I will notate what is speculation, just so there’s no confusion or hot takes in my inbox that I’m a conspiracy theorist or stirring shit up for no reason.

A list of what I’ll be discussing

The episode in regards to the rest of the season

The episode issues: length, editing

Scene placement and speculation of scenes cut

The scrubbing of Jack, Cas, Eileen

Network involvement and general timeline of when things were cut

Misha: theories on where he was, official company line, why we can’t expect to hear anything directly

The silence of the cast post episode (in Misha’s case, mid episode) and what this might mean

Jensen speaking with Kripke about the ending: why it doesn’t mean what you might think (also why kripke remained positive on the ending)

Walker, and why this episode had a major shift

Why the network would do this or get involved

Why the writers of the show simply aren’t the bad guys here, and what I “want” out of this post, since I know it’ll get asked

This is very long and under a cut, but I hope you’ll give it a read.

The Episode In Regards to the Rest of the Season

So, I’ve discussed this already here, but it’s the most obvious thing to me, and that’s the way this episode simply doesn’t fit with the rest of the season.

These people in this room have, truly, been nothing but consistent when it comes to their arcs, especially this season, and the marked dropoff in quality for the finale episode is just too sus to discount to me. Dabb’s whole focus has been character-based. In his seasons, we’ve moved far away from MOTW and bro-codependency, the found family taking it’s place. Does it really sit right to anyone that that was all thrown away in literally the last episode of the entire show?

This is speculation on my part, but as a writer myself, there is no way I would be happy or willing to stamp my name on something that I didn’t think would, at the very least, wrap up the season+ character arcs that I and my team had been crafting.

And before anyone comes in here saying, “well GOT did that!” Bruh. The writing was on the wall for GOT long before the final episode. You could tell that the showrunners just wanted to be done (not only from the plot, but from the fact that they lobbied for a shorter season). Miss me with that, it doesn’t apply here. Andrew has, besides Singer and J2, been with the show longer than anyone. He cares, he is meticulous and detailed, and this ending feels worse than anything Bucklemming has ever written, let alone Dabb.

Additionally, I’ve seen a lot of people say that Dabb was never behind Destiel, that it was all Bobo and Meredith and no one else. That is reductive to the point of insult of the work Dabb has done to get this greenlit. This man did not write the s13 Dean grief arc to be slandered like this. That being said, YES, Bobo and Meredith were the leads on the DeanCas arc this season, but ANDREW IS THE SHOWRUNNER, TO GET EVEN THE CONFESSION APPROVED BY THE NETWORK HE WOULD HAVE TO HAVE THEIR BACKS. AND HE DID.

Finale Issues

So, now that we’ve gotten the fact that this episode doesn’t hit on any of the major themes the show was barrelling towards all season, let’s discuss the fact that the episode is just...weird.

Not only is it shorter than any other episode (I think with the intro and the credits/crew thing at the end, it was around 38 mins), but it was also...idk, 90% filler?

One of the lovely humans in the POLOL server did the legwork here, and broke it down:

This is weird, y’all. Most series finales are LONGER than normal (Lost, SOA, Longmire are the ones I can think of off the top of my head), and for the final episode to be this? I saw more than one person point out that we only really needed 19 episodes, what was the point of 20? AND THAT’S EXACTLY IT? WHAT WAS THE POINT OF THIS FINAL EPISODE IF THIS WAS ALL WE WERE SUPPOSED TO GET?

It simply doesn’t make any sense, the first half of the episode was rushed, a final monster hunt gone wrong, but in the second half? Nothing really happened? Sam lived his entire life and Dean just drove around. It doesn’t make sense to have all the emotional arcs left unaddressed in an episode that definitely needed some kind of spark.

Here’s the speculation I have: the episode seemingly went through a lot of changes between the initial inception of the final season and when we actually got it, but I think it would have been passable (as in, we wouldn’t be sitting here asking each other why each arc feels incomplete) until the editing room got ahold of it. The only think that makes this episode make sense is network fuckery. Truly, that is the only thing. It explains the weird, cuts, the rushed pacing of the first half followed by nothing in the second half, the double montages of “Wayward Son” back to back, and Dean just...driving around for the last half of the episode.

Scene Placement and Speculation of Scenes Cut

Before I get into this section, the info of the shots in the episode I have come from a source that @occamshipper got a week or so before the finale. She’s talked about this here.

So here’s what Min was given:

1-5: 1 INT MEN OF LETTERS – DEAN’S ROOM Dean is greeted by Miracle

6-10: 6 INT MEN OF LETTERS – HALLWAY/SAM’S ROOM Sam has his routine

D1 1 11-15: 15 EXT FARM HOUSE Establishing

N1 1/8 16-20: 19 Dad’s journal, marker, drawing of masked man in journal.

21-25: 23 INT IMPALA – PMP Driver picks the music

N2 1 3/8 1,2 26-30: 28pt2 INT BARN: A face from the past

28pt3 Sam and Dean say goodbye

28pt4 Shot early for technical reasons, presumably the overhead shot

N2 31-45: 41 INT MEN OF LETTERS – SAM’S ROOM Sam’s alarm goes off D4 1/8 1 46-60: 56 INT N7glasses for Sam, laptop.

So...it all fits right? It all tracks with the actual episode, where it lands, etc. The issue is between shots 29-40 which were apparently “too big to spoil.” Uh. Where are they? And where’s 28 pt4?

After Dean dies, the next scene is Sam burning him, then shot 31, the shot of his alarm going off.

So. Where are those 11ish shots?

PLUS we have the boards, which are scenes we KNOW were actually shot:

As well as scenes for 20 that were shot in 19.

It’s just...weird, it’s weird and again hits on the fact that the episode is so short and like 80% montage.

The Scrubbing of Jack, Cas, and Eileen

So now we have to reckon with the fact that Eileen was last mentioned by Sam after she got snapped by Chuck, Jack’s last mention is that he’s off being God somewhere, and Cas’ last mention is a ~knowing look~ between Dean and Bobby.

I’m sorry, make it make sense:

???????? That’s the end if it? They don’t need to be discussed after this??? It’s just simply not something a writer would do, they would not introduce these characters, these arcs, without thinking there’s going to be some kind of follow through here.

So not only were three major characters (including two leads and both of the original characters’ love interests) completely wiped from the finale episode, it was as though Sam and Dean never even needed them, which just...ain’t it.

So why Eileen and Jack too? Why not just take Cas out of it if they were afraid of the gay? Because, ultimately, the episode went back to Kripke’s original story: just the bros, they only need each other and no one else. They don’t want anyone else, they don’t need anyone else. Easier to go back to something they knew was successful than trust the writers and their audience and take a big leap.

Alex even said he shot for 20 with “some of the guys” here. What happened to that footage?

The complete 180 of it all still shocks me, I still cannot believe that we were essentially at the finish line, and the network just stopped short, and decided to go run another race, at the expense of the arc of this fifteen year legacy show.

Network Involvement and When Things Were Cut

Okay, now into the juicy stuff.

So I’ve pretty well established that network fuckery is clear, but how much did they get involved, what was the original intent?

Well again, we may never actually know what Andrew’s original script was, but I think, at the least, it would involve Dean speaking his truth to Cas and Sam living a life with Eileen.

Now, it seems today, that Misha said that Jimmy Novak was supposed to be in the finale in one iteration of the script, and while initially my brain was like “that truly makes no sense and he’s either straight up lying or telling a half truth,” I think what may be happening is Misha talking about as much as he can right now.

So Jimmy right. Weird as fuck. Why would he been in the Roadhouse and not Cas? My current thought (this is about as reachy as I’ll get) is that Jimmy had no lines, could he have been in the Roadhouse as a red herring, like it said “Jimmy” in the script but it was just Cas in human clothes, a way to get around the network saying Cas couldn’t be in the final scene. Also, you’ll notice that Misha didn’t say that Cas wasn’t supposed to be in the ep at all, just Jimmy in the last scene.

All this to say, there have clearly been multiple versions of the script, getting lighter and lighter with Cas and Eileen as the network pulled further and further back. Remember, Dabb has to get things approved before they get shot, and if the network kept asking and asking and asking to cut Cas and Eileen, he had to find a way to work around it. Granted, I still think that if we had been able to get a Dabb script that wasn’t torn to shreds in editing, it wouldn’t be so bad. It may not be what a lot of us wanted (Dean speaking his truth to Cas and a reciprocation), but doing everything he could to give it to us in subtext or visual clues.

Plus, in all honesty, my man can’t keep his story straight anyway. He said twice in his panel that the Empty and offscreen Heaven ending weren’t his original ending either.

In addition, remember that Jensen did ADR post episode 18, AND said in a meet and greet last weekend that Dean’s reaction to Cas’ confession was “cut down.” (Source here). Many of us clowns got excited when we first heard about ADR, because we thought it would be upping the ante on Dean’s reaction, but I remember being a little sus when it was just crying. My speculation on that is that they cut out Dean actually SAYING something, @winchestersingerautorepair spoke about that here.

The biggest sins were, in my opinion, committed during editing, where the network got too gun shy and sliced the episode until it was nothing but a heartless bro-fest of a finale, not mentioning anything about the other major characters that we all love, and letting the boys just suffer in separation until Sam died and finally joined Dean in Heaven. The editing came by cutting all the major emotional beats between anyone other than Dean and Sam, leaving the skeleton of the story intact, just shorter and less...poignant than it was ever supposed to be.

Misha

We know Misha was in Vancouver, we know he quarantined, but we also know he wasn’t in the final scene, when he spoke about being in the last moment of the show months ago. We were not crazy, he was there, he quarantined, and, in all likelihood (speculation but fitting with the timeline), he actually may have shot something (not much, but something).

I have sources here, here, here, and here showing where Misha was at that time.

Remember, the man was completely open about coming back until they finished shooting (look at this thread). The switch happened, just like everything else, halfway through them shooting.

Please also remember Jake Abel posting his “Where’s Misha” video here. Jake isn’t malicious, he isn’t being nasty here. Misha was there, and everyone that’s trying to convince people he’s wasn’t just...isn’t telling the truth about it.

This is one of the things that makes me really mad, because they’re literally attempting to gaslight people into thinking, “oh we were totally wrong he was never supposed to be there” WHEN HE WAS THERE, WE KNOW HE WAS THERE.

So we’ve already heard from several people (Meghan Fitzmartin, Jay, a PA on the set of 19 (WHO WAS NOT WORKING FOR 20), Misha himself) that this was all down to Covid restrictions. Ultimately, as this post says, we’ve heard FIVE versions of where Misha was. None of it makes sense, but the Covid protocol seems to be the company line that others are repeating.

You may ask: why? Why lie to all of us when we have questions? Why, in Jay’s case, say that we’re all spreading false lies to stir up trouble, when we just have questions and things that do not make sense. Simply? Warner Brothers is absolutely massive. These people have their careers to protect and are likely all under NDAs. They want to work for WB again and don’t want to burn bridges, including Misha. It sucks, but that’s why it’s unlikely that we’ll hear someone come out and say, “yeah we’re lying to you.”

Silence of the Cast Post Episode

So this is...probably the worst part of all this, at least in my opinion.

The guys had all been pretty excited about the end of the show (especially Jared, but Jensen’s panel last week was Jensen as happy and jokey and positive as I’ve ever seen him. He was so excited about episode 18, about what it meant for Dean and for Cas, and I just cannot buy that he would have been that excited unless he thought there was something more in the episode.

Misha live-tweeted the episode, and was watching it with his kids. It’s well known that Misha and the kids don’t watch the show because it’s too scary, and let’s ask ourselves, why would he have them watch an episode that he’s barely even mentioned in?

He also stopped live-tweeting at a very specific point in the episode (Dean’s death) and has not mentioned Supernatural since then.

None of them, not Jared, Jensen, Misha, or even Alex, said anything about the episode for nearly 36 hours, when Jensen posted a salty photo on instagram. It’s just...not what you’d expect for the end of a 15 year show, when the cast and crew are so close to the fans, so close to each other.

My theory? They didn’t know. They thought Misha was, at least, going to be in the episode in some way, and when he wasn’t, they decided not to say anything.

You really think that Jensen “Heller” Ackles would have been so excited about the end of the show last week if he thought Cas wasn’t going to be in it at all? Nah son, doesn’t make any sense.

Even today, in Jared and Misha’s panels, they seemed sad and...more than a little careful, both saying that there were things they couldn’t say, both talking around things that we all have questions on.

Jensen Speaking with Kripke

So this is where a lot of people are getting fodder to take shots at the writers, saying that Jensen hated it from the beginning, but I don’t think so. I actually think I know what Jensen went to him about, and it wasn’t the lack of Cas or the weird pacing or the montages (which I don’t think were there when Jensen got the script); I think it was the manner of Dean’s death.

I know a lot of people were upset about that, upset with how...normal it was, coming off an episode where they literally beat God. I actually didn’t mind it, I thought it was an interesting thematic take to be like: you can be a hero all your life, but sometimes shit happens, and you just die.

But imagine how hard that was for Jensen to read. He would run to Kripke for that, because for him, Dean dying by being impaled by a piece of rebar had to be tough to swallow.

So, why didn’t Kripke say that? Why didn’t he say, “oh well he had a problem with Dean’s death, none of that other stuff was in the script.”

Guys. Why would he get involved? He’s not going to burn bridges any more than anyone else is. He said the ending was good because it’s the easy thing to do, it’s simple, will cause him no problems in his career, and he can just ignore the people trying to engage with him on it.

Walker

Something else to talk about is the major shift this episode had from the rest of the season: the shift from Dean to Sam. I am NOT saying that Sam isn’t important, he definitely, absolutely is, but it was DEAN who really needed to wrap up his arc, Sam just needed to move on, get married to Eileen, become the leader he was always meant to. So what changed? What was with the shirtless scene, the Austin number and random case there, most of the episode being heavily Sam focused, going through his entire life in a montage?

Anyone else notice the 375 Walker promos, or Jared’s little spiel about Walker and how he hoped SPN fans would “come along for the ride.”

It’s...kinda obvious? CW wanted to appeal to who they think the key demographic of SPN and Walker is: rural areas in the South. It would explain a lot, why so much editing, why so Sam focused, the Austin number, the number of Walker promos, all of it.

I’m not saying this is fact, I don’t know that it is, but it is a little suspicious that even in Jared’s panel today, he talked A LOT about Walker and how he hopes SPN fans will watch it.

Why Would the Network Get Involved?

Simply put: $$$

If they think Walker can be the new SPN, and that those crazy SPN fans liked it originally, it’s a lot safer to go with the “original intent” of the show than do something risky (like making one of your two original leads queer).

And? They don’t care. They don’t care that the episode didn’t make sense, they don’t care that all the emotional arcs were left hanging, they don’t care by (potentially) smashing together two of Dean’s monologues (one to Sam, one to Cas) that it came of as...gross. ( @curioussubjects wrote a beautiful post showing how part of that death speech was likely meant for Dean here). They don’t care, they never have, they just want to make their money and move on from the too-loud fandom that fought for representation too hard for too long.

It can’t help but feel insidious, which, honestly, it might be, but it really all comes down to the next cash cow, which, they think, is Walker, even at the cost of the fifteen year legacy show.

The Writers and What I Want

So here it is, all this weird, sus shit laid out on the line. And you know what? To me, there is no way to blame the writers, because they didn’t want this.

I don’t think Dabb and Bobo would have gone ahead with the confession in 18 without thinking that there would be some closure to that arc, they wouldn’t have done that not only to the fans, but for the sake of their own story as well: no writer wants to start something that they can’t finish. (And this applies to both Cas and Eileen).

Here’s a basic rundown of what I think happened: they had a clear arc from 18-20, ending in reciprocation at some level from Dean, Sam marrying Eileen, Hunter Sam as the new Bobby, Dean in heaven with Cas and big roadhouse reunion at the end. Covid prevented a good amount of that. Network had to stare at big gay 18 for six months, got cold feet. Thought about Walker, target audience and alienation of the rural areas if it went full gay. Misha quarantined and likely shot something (not much), he was then cut by execs and went home. They likely added in lines referencing Eileen and Cas to make it clear but more subtextual. They wrap, editing gets it and hacks it to pieces, so we get a shorter episode that’s mostly montages and jarringly bro-centric with nothing else. Arcs are left hanging. Dabb gets episode but it’s too late, there’s nothing he can do. Actors aren’t told so they can continue to do positive PR for the ending, they all found out at the same time we did: hence almost complete silence about the finale.

And you know what? They warned us. I talked about it here, but they’ve been telling us all season that Chuck wasn’t the writer, he’s the network. I don’t think, still, that they thought it would be cut up like this, into something so unsalvageable that it’s been panned by almost everyone, even people who didn’t care much about Dean and Cas.

Finally, a masterpiece can be ruined by editing, and while I’m not sure even the script they ended up shooting on was a masterpiece (due to the network meddling already), but to me it’s blatantly obvious that it’s no one but the network that caused this, that took away closure for Dean, Cas, and even Sam.

So what do I want? Nothing really, there’s nothing we can do, but I wrote this mostly to show people that the writers are not your enemy. In fact, to the people trashing them? You’re doing exactly what the CW wants you to: blame the obvious targets, blame Misha, blame Jensen and Jared, blame Dabb. Scream and yell at them on Twitter and about how the show is ruined because of them. The network keeps their engagement levels high, they don’t get as targeted for their behavior, and just keep moving along.

Just, please, think about who did this, Mourn the show, be angry, but not at the people who fought tooth and nail for this for literal years, not the people who wanted it more than we did, not the people who cannot say anything because of their careers and the NDAs they’re bound by.

Someone is going to spill eventually, but until then, we just have to wait, and continue to be loud.

#my writing #my meta #supernatural #spn #spn finale trash fire #MY MANIFESTO IS DONE

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wondernimbus · 4 years

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meet the weasleys — george weasley

pairing: george weasley x female!reader

summary: george takes reader to meet his family.

requests are closed for now. please refrain from plagiarizing my work!

"I’m nervous."

"Well, don't be."

"Thank you, George. That somehow just alleviated all of my worries."

George snickers and squeezes her hand in reassurance. “Just relax. My family doesn't bite—or, well, Ron used to, but that was back when he was, what, five? And besides, you already know him, and he's never bit you before, has he?"

"Not helping."

"And you've met most of my family already."

“I haven't met your mum. Or your dad. Or Bill and Charlie,” she argues, eyes worriedly darting from George’s own to the wooden door in front of them.

George laughs again. His eyes don’t fail to catch onto the way she’s frantically tapping her foot against the ground, how she keeps worrying at her bottom lip. The sight has him grinning widely; he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t horribly endeared.

“Listen,” he says, removing his fingers from her own in favor of turning her around to face him. George’s hands go to her neck, cradling the sides of her cheeks. “They’re going to love you. And if they don’t—well, I can always find a different family.”

”George,” she sighs.

”Only joking,” he grins, and leans in to press a very brief kiss to the tip of her nose. “But I mean it. They’ll adore you. Possibly even more than I do, although that’s up for debate.”

She lets out a long breath, pursing her lips together in a feeble attempt at a smile, but George commends her for trying. He drops his hands back to his sides and laces his fingers through her own again, turning to face the door like they’re about to venture into some sort of grand adventure and not into his family’s living room—and George is about to twist open the knob, until [Y/N] goes, “Wait.”

He glances at her. Her eyes are wide and the look on her face still so uncertain. Sucking in a breath through her teeth, she asks him, “How do I look?”

The grin on George’s face is so impossibly wide. “Like a billion galleons,” he tells her. Just because he can’t resist the urge, he swoops down to press one more chaste kiss to her lips. And then finally, he twists the knob.

The moment George steps foot through the door, he’s immediately enveloped by the wafting scent of something being cooked on the stove. It smells familiar, like he should know what it is, but George has never been much of a chef. But he recognizes the sounds—the voices—coming from the kitchen despite all of them mingling together to form one raucous chorus of chatter. He knows exactly which voice belongs to who—knows that the loud shriek is his mum reprimanding one of them, knows that the sound of someone whining is very likely Ron. That laugh is Bill’s, too, mingled with Fred’s voice. George just knows, automatically, without even having to think about it. George knows, too, without looking down on the “welcome” mat in front of the door, that there are going to be muddy boots on top it—and there they are. He steps around them. George knows that there is going to be a quilt magically knitting itself together on the couch without even having to look at it—and there it is.

And just like that, he knows he’s home.

Something about having [Y/N] in the vicinity of a place so important to him—a place that’s part of him—has his heart feeling full. He pauses for a moment in the doorway, taking it all in, but he’s snapped out of his brief spell of inexplicable happiness when his father comes lumbering out of the door leading to the kitchen.

“George!” his dad exclaims loudly, and just like that all chatter from the room behind him ceases (“They’re here?!” he hears his mother panic). “We didn’t hear you come in!”

”Likely because mum was too busy screaming,” George grins, and walks forward to envelop his father in a hug.

”Ah, yes—Fred arrived half an hour ago and terrified Ron out of his wits with some sort of fake—no, actually, nevermind that! This must be [Y/N].”

Arthur’s eyes have landed on her, and George actually has to give her a little nudge for her to say something. Her eyes widen like she’s surprised at being addressed (as though the entire point of this gathering hadn’t been to get to introduce her), but then her lips break out into a smile and she steps forward to shake his father’s outstretched hand.

”It’s really nice to meet you,” she says, eyes crinkling at the edges. George stands to the side watching the scene unfold, feeling oddly proud.

”Yes, of course!” Arthur nods with remarkable enthusiasm, smiling just as wide. “I’ve heard so many wonderful things about you! You’re Muggle-born, correct?”

She lets out a tinkling laugh. “Yes, that’s right.”

”Brilliant!” he claps his hands together—but George knows exactly where this is going, so he cuts his father off and says, “I think we can address the function of a rubber duck later over dinner, dad.”

Arthur pauses, seemingly dejected, but then gathers himself and nods. “Oh, right, well, I suppose—“

”[Y/N]!”

And there’s George’s mum, Molly, coming from the kitchen, hurriedly pulling off her oven mitts to rush straight towards [Y/N] and envelop her in a big, warm hug. “Oh!” [Y/N] exclaims, obviously taken a bit by surprise given that the two of them have never met before, but eventually she breaks out into light laughs and hugs her back. [Y/N] meets George’s gaze over Molly’s shoulder; he gives her this encouraging sort of smile, and then jokingly complains, ”Blimey. S’pose I’m not missed here anymore.”

”Oh, quiet, you!” Molly frets, waving a dismissive hand in the air (George laughs) and then pulling away from [Y/N] to grip her by the arms and gush, “You’re far prettier than I could have ever imagined!”

[Y/N] flushes a shade of vibrant pink. “Oh, no—but thank you—“

”Have you gotten your vision checked lately, [Y/N]?” It’s Fred, leaning on the kitchen doorframe with a toy snake dangling from his hand. “Or do you really want to be with Georgey despite his baffling similarities to a mountain troll?"

”We’re twins, you prat.” George smacks the back of Fred’s head.

“Ah, right.” Fred is grinning despite having received a blow to the head. “It’s lovely seeing you, future-sister-in-law.”

Fred and [Y/N] have known each other just as long as she and George have, having gone to Hogwarts at the same time all those years ago. All three of them had bonded over their mutual love for pranks, although [Y/N] had always been their babysitter of sorts—the one who made sure none of their jokes went too far out of line. George loved her for it; loved how considerate and gentle she was despite her undeniable mischief. But he’d only really gotten himself to tell her after the war; one brief visit of hers to the joke shop turned into two, and then three, and then suddenly [Y/N] was always hanging around somewhere in Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, helping the business run along. It was Fred who convinced George, only six months ago, to confess his admiration for her after five years of holding himself back.

After the war, George had all the time in the world to take as many risks as he could. So he told her—and now here they are: [Y/N] ruffling Fred’s hair fondly, George trying to fend off his mother’s hands trying to fix his hair (“don’t you think you need a haircut, sweetie?”), and Ron making his grand entrance from behind Fred.

”Ron!” [Y/N] exclaims, catching sight of him, and then jokingly she adds, “I haven’t seen you in ages—last time I saw you you were the size of a Pygmy Puff.”

Ron scoffs out a laugh. “You’re only two years older than me, you know,” he huffs, but lets her hug him, anyway.

Brief introductions are made as Bill and Charlie enter the room. George watches as [Y/N] shakes their hands—Charlie hugs her, as he’s always been big on affection—and just like that George knows that she’s won all of them over, the way she’d done to him. The way she still does to him, after all this time.

Five minutes later they're being ushered into the garden behind the Burrow, where a long wooden table has been set up. There are golden streamers draped all around the bushes and hanging from the branches of trees, but that's hardly what captures George and [Y/N]'s attention first because at the very end of the long table, a large banner is floating in mid-air: one that says "WELCOME TO THE FAMILY!" in glittering silver letters.

George doesn't miss the look on [Y/N]'s face when she sees this; her eyes almost seem to well up with tears, and despite the picture-perfect setting in front of him—despite the golden streamers and the balloons and the faerie lights hanging in mid-air—it's that look on [Y/N]'s face that has his breath catching in his throat and his heart doing odd little double-takes inside his chest.

He loves her, he realizes. It’s nothing new—shouldn't be anything new to him, as he's known it for quite a while now—but still there are moments like this one where he pauses and has to take a while to let it sink in; the fact that the woman next to him, whose smile reminds him of every single happy moment he has ever lived through, loves him just as much as he loves her.

Knowing that is absolutely surreal.

"We didn't expect you to arrive so early!" Molly says, obviously harried as she passes by them bearing a cauldron of steaming soup. “The cookies are still baking—and [Y/N], honey, I sent Ginny upstairs to go fetch your sweater, she should be down any time soon—Ron, Fred, will you stop that!”

The two, who had been wrestling with the toy snake Fred held in his hands earlier, immediately drop their hands to their sides. “T’was Fred who started it,” grumbles Ron.

”And I plan on ending it!” Fred emits some sort of war-cry, but stops when he spots the look on his mother’s face. “Kidding, mum.”

—

It takes a good half-hour or so before the last of the dishes are finally set on the table and everyone is seated. There’s food of all sorts in front of them—treacle tarts, cakes, pudding, pie—and [Y/N], who initially thought she’d feel too nervous to eat anything, eats with ease. Like everyone else around the table, she’s wearing a fuzzy red sweater with her initial sewn in front; a gift to her from Molly. The moment she’d laid eyes on it she knew it was her favorite thing in the entire world.

She tells this to George, who raises his eyebrows and replies snarkily, “I’m gonna have to ask for you to return the necklace I gave you, then.”

”Oh, sod off,” she laughs, rolling her eyes, but she lets him spoon pie into her mouth.

“Gah, get a room!” complains Fred.

”It’s not like they’re snogging,” says Charlie.

”Would you like us to?” grins George, earning him a slap to the shoulder from [Y/N].

”There are children here, George,” she scolds.

”You’re only two years older!” protests Ron.

No one really notices, but the sun has long since sunken below the horizon. Everyone around the table is immersed in chatter; Ron, for example, has been roped into a passionate debate with Fred and George about the true purpose of Pygmy Puffs. (“They only exist to ask for food and jump around and make annoying little noises!” says Ron, to which George responds with, “That sounds like you, Ron.”) [Y/N], meanwhile, is offering an explanation to Arthur about the rubber duck.

“They don’t do much of anything, really. They float and squirt and sometimes they make noises.”

But Arthur looks disappointed, as though he’d been expecting something much more grand. So [Y/N], not wanting to bring down his mood, decides to add, ”I believe they’re also used to keep—um—Grindylows away from your bathwater.”

Mr. Weasley positively beams with joy. “Is that right? I told you, Molly, rubber ducks are magnificent little things!”

Molly gives her husband an exasperated look, but it disappears the moment she turns to [Y/N]. “We’re so glad to have you here, sweetie,” she tells her, reaching over the table to grasp her hand and offering her the most motherly smile [Y/N] has ever seen. “We’ve heard so many good things about you. George speaks so very highly of you—and he was right, you really are perfect for him!"

[Y/N] flushes, smiling. “Thank you, Mrs. Weasley.”

”Oh, no, no, call me Molly,” she laughs, waving a hand in the air. “You’re part of the family now, dear. No need for formalities.”

And [Y/N] does feel like it—like she’s part of this table. This family. Not just the girlfriend of one of their sons but someone who actually belongs.

It’s odd, in a magical sort of way, how all of their random conversations blend together to form one harmonious burst of chatter, how everything and everyone in that table just works. Like puzzle pieces from different sets, she thinks to herself. And they shouldn't fit, but they do.

So this is home for George. This is the place he grew up in. This is where his heart lives.

She can't help the way her eyes stray to him every now and then, noting the sheer joy reflected in his eyes, the way the smile on his lips never really goes away. How, even when Ron flicks a strawberry at his face—even when George threatens to send a whole army of pygmy puffs after him—there's still that joyful glint in his eyes.

With the end of winter right around the corner, surrounded by the family that has welcomed her with open arms, holding the hand of her very favorite person underneath table, fireflies flitting around above them as laughter echoes around the table: [Y/N] feels safe. Happy.

So this is home.

—

The next morning, [Y/N] and George find themselves walking along the edge of the woods where meadow rues grow, a little ways away from the Burrow. They walk unhurried, the soles of their feet swishing against the blades of grass with each step, hands hanging loosely intertwined between them.

They’d woken up before anyone else, when the sun had just barely begun to rise. George had told her to "Get up, I want to take you somewhere" and admittedly she'd whined a little, claiming to need five more minutes of sleep, but George, laughing, threw her over his shoulder and threatened to carry her all the way there if she didn't oblige.

But now, she's glad she came with.

At one point she stops walking, lifts her face to the sky and closes her eyes against the warmth of the sun, taking a deep breath and soaking in everything that the morning wants to bring her. George watches her without question, a fond little smile already tugging on the edges of his lips without him even realizing. [Y/N] is beautiful in the sunlight—or any light at all, actually. George isn't entirely convinced someone like her—someone so breathtakingly beautiful and gentle and patient—would want someone like him. But when he tugs on her hand, turning her around to face him, and when he cups her jaw and guides her closer to press their mouths together, she lets him. She doesn't even think about it. Just melts into him like it's the only thing she knows how to do.

And then she pulls back slightly but stays close, runs a palm down the length of George’s arm and links their fingers together.

"It’s not much," he tells her, voice uncharacteristically quiet. A little unsure. "But it's home." Because, now that the excitement from yesterday has faded, George knows what his house could look like to someone who hasn't lived there all their life—knows that it looks messy, like pieces of it were thrown together haphazardly. It’s not a manor. Nothing like the kind of houses you see featured on Witch Weekly. He knows that [Y/N] isn't the type to care, but still—

"I love it," she pulls away, throwing her head back in an actual laugh—the kind that reminds George of everything good in the world. "I love this place, George. And your brothers and Ginny and your parents. Yesterday was.." she pauses, calming down a little, taking in a deep breath as she squeezes his hand in her own. "It was magical."

Quietly, with her eyes skittering away to look back at the Burrow behind them, she tells him, "I'm really happy, George."

George knows he'll remember this moment forever. The day is just beginning, and he is standing on the edge of a forest-line with a girl who looks at him like in spite of however many weird things he does, whatever dumb things he says, however embarrassing and difficult and painful some days might be, George is still worthy of being hers.

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 3 years

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What do you think it would be like if Bella decided, as soon as she found out about Victoria in New Moon, to ask Carlisle's old friends the Volturi for help?

Interesting premise anon.

As usual, I feel the need to explain why this wasn't on the table (yes, I know, I know).

Why Didn't Bella Go to the Volturi in New Moon?

Bella spent most of New Moon a depressed blob. Specifically, when she finds out about Victoria via Laurent, she's at her lowest point. Jake has dumped her for seemingly no reason (with the 'it's not you, it's me' speech no less), Edward's still not around, and being Bella still sucks.

When Laurent comes across her, while she half-heartedly follows Hallucination Edward's instructions to keep her alive, she's mostly just there accepting her fate. Get eaten by a rando vampire, typical.

Laurent then gets eaten by giant wolves and Bella gets home. She remembers Laurent talking about Victoria but Bella's so low functioning it's not even really a concern. By the time it is, Bella's in on the wolf secret and she counts on them to protect her, Charlie, and the town of Forks.

Even then Bella doesn't really fully appreciate the danger she's in. She'd like not to get eaten by Victoria, sure, but that would be just Bella's luck, wouldn't it?

Point being, Bella never views Victoria as a huge problem she has to somehow solve. Which means, of course, she doesn't have to brainstorm solutions.

Well, say Bella doesn't find out about the wolves (too low functioning to put Jake's strong hints together) or else that they don't have the deluge of shifting and it's just Sam out there. Say that Bella's aware enough to realize that Victoria could probably kill her at any point and may come after her father or Renee.

I don't know if the Volturi would be the first people that come to mind.

Bella was introduced to the concept of the Volturi once, and very vaguely at that. Edward showed her a painting, said they were Carlisle's old friends, oddly sophisticated vampires who very much still eat people and are patrons of the art and... sort of a royal family who impose this law that humans can't know about vampires. Edward was extremely vague and not very helpful.

Partly because Edward is breaking the law right in that moment and doesn't want Bella to realize that he's sentencing her (and his entire family) to death should he be caught.

So, Bella in New Moon doesn't really understand what this law thing is about, but she does know that she might be breaking it and that they might eat her. That, and Victoria might not be breaking the law herself, eating people is not against the law and that's all Victoria really wants to do here.

Bella has no idea that Victoria has a newborn army in the works yet.

Running to three dudes in a painting is probably not a great idea.

Let's AU Anyway

But alright, Bella spends several weeks thinking about this. She doesn't know about the wolves or else she knows they're vastly outnumbered and in no condition to protect the town from a wrathful vampire. Victoria wants Bella dead and could very well come after Charlie and Renee. She could hold the entire town hostage.

Bella either can sit and die in Forks, the most depressing thing she can think of, or she can try to get help.

She'll probably still die, but at least she'll be in Tuscany, she can die with a glass of wine in one hand and a slice of pizza in the other. And if Bella's eaten by some other vampire then Victoria will probably go away, right?

Bella says, "Tally ho" and purchases herself a plane ticket and winds up in Volterra, picks the most vampire looking building she can think of (happens to be right), says she's an acquaintance of Carlisle Cullen's to the shockingly human secretary.

Aro then has the weirdest interview of his life.

Bella tells him the censored version of how she and the Cullens came into each other's worlds (made very difficult as Bella can't say the name "Edward" out loud). Bella explains that they left her because she's stupid and human and that now the vampire who was trying to kill her last year is back to kill her again and she is literally out of options.

She realizes Aro doesn't have to do anything, probably won't, but she figured if she was going to be eaten by a vampire she'd go with the option of Not Victoria.

If Aro wants to kill Victoria too before she eats Forks that would also be great.

Aro explains that this is a little more complicated. Since Edward let Bella in on the secret it was Edward's job to either kill her or turn her, he was never supposed to run away (what the hell, Carlisle?)

Bella's also right in that this Victoria person isn't technically breaking Volturi law, sadly, and it says a lot about vampires, but murder is very kosher. Especially murder of humans. Ordinarily, Aro would not intervene.

However, Bella seems to have an extraordinary gift, Aro considers himself a very close friend of Carlisle's and any friend of Carlisle's is a friend he can and will help, and this is just the saddest story he's ever heard.

So here's what they'll do: They'll turn Bella, she can stay here in Volterra (a position in the guard is open if she wants it) or if she wishes Aro can call Carlisle so she can join the Cullens (Bella hard passes on that one), Aro will send out someone to take care of this Victoria person and ensure her father and mother's safety, and everything will be alright.

Bella did not realize being turned into a vampire was even on the table. She is down for that and asks if Aro can bite her right that second. Aro just sort of stares.

Bella gets turned that evening.

Caius is beyond pissed that they're cleaning up Carlisle's messes but Aro points out that this is a pretty sweet deal. Bella shows unbelievable potential and what's taking care of one stray vampire?

Well, he sends someone out to find this Victoria and, lo and behold, she was building a newborn army. The newborn army gets massacred almost immediately by Jane, Aro thanks his lucky stars Bella came before Victoria set these people on any city, and eventually Aro probably calls up Carlisle to tell him.

Bella doesn't really want to see him (or Edward, definitely not Edward), but Aro went ahead and turned her and now she's in Volterra. You're welcome, Carlisle.

Carlisle decides it's better not to tell Edward.

Of course, this goes awry when Edward eventually returns to Forks and hears reports of Bella's death. He heads to Volterra, intent on killing himself, and there's Bella. Standing right behind Aro, looking like a vampire demon.

Their reunion is very very awkward.

Especially as, blaming himself for Bella's sudden case of vampirism, Edward still tries to goad the Volturi into killing him. Bella never quite recovers from the idea that, apparently, the idea of Bella being a permanent fixture on this earth was enough for Edward to want to kill himself.

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #aro #bella swan #edward cullen #anti edward cullen #meta #headcanon #opinion

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