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quinnifred · 9 months

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ahs picspam per episode - pink cupcakes (4.5)

fräulein elsa's cabinet of curiosities is about to have a terrible run of bad luck.

#american horror story #ahsedit #ahs freakshow #elsa mars #dandy mott #desiree dupree #ahsppe #sarah paulson #angela bassett #jessica lange #finn wittrock

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ahsfreak90 · 5 months

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This was Jessica Lange’s final scene that she filmed in Ahs: Freakshow ❤️

#ahs #finn wittrock #ahs freakshow #jessica lange #dandy mott #elsa mars

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multifandomfix · 11 months

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Kinks (American Horror Story Preference)

Constance Langdon: Get down on your knees and beg for her. It’s her absolute favorite thing. Treat her like a goddess and worship her body and she’s in heaven.

Countess Elizabeth: Try to name something she hasn’t tried or enjoyed. She doesn’t have a favorite. Different things work better with some people, and you’ll just have to find the one that works best for the both of you.

Dandy Mott: Dandy could be into some age play. He loves having a caretaker and being called your good boy, so expect to indulge him in that from time to time and expect a huge tantrum if you don’t.

Elsa Mars: Elsa loves a bit of dirty talk. She’ll incorporate some German phrases and words that you learn over time and it actually makes it even hotter.

Fiona Goode: Fiona likes total control. Let her pin you against the wall with just her magic. Allow her total control over your body so that you can please her just the way she likes.

James Patrick March: James is a big proponent of knife play. The way he can be so gentle with a blade against skin, delivering pleasure with a little bit of pain is exquisite for him.

Jude Martin: We all know Jude has a thing for punishment and spanking, but her lesser known kink would be choking. She loves to have a hand around your throat just hard enough that you don’t dare speak for fear she squeezes harder.

Vivien Harmon: Vivien is your tantric play sort of girl. She’s all about sensations and loving touches, giving just the right amount of pleasure to last for hours in a hazy sort of bliss.

Wilhemina Venable: Venable loves to dish out some loving degradation. She’ll call you sweet little pet names and mix them with how you’re so pathetic for being so desperate for her.

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liruu · 2 years

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When you take a second to think about some of the characters you were totally in love with throughout your life and realize they're all older women who could kill you...

#not sure what that says about me #mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry. mommy?#tilda van der meer #hfw #alcina dimitrescu #resident evil village #bayonetta #jeanne #carol peletier #twd #fiona goode #ahs #elsa mars #ellen ripley #aliens #lust #fma #arachne #soul eater

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inmyfxith · 1 year

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First Love, Part. I

Pairing: Jimmy Darling x reader

OC: None

Warnings: None

Words: 2k7

Part. II, Part. III, Part. IV

Living in Jupiter, Florida, proved to be no picnic. Especially when your family found herself among the most respected in the community. Recognized as a small settlement, Jupiter appeared to be a crowded town. Many people in the community seemed to have known each other for decades. Rarely would you find a single inhabitant who did not share a blood connection with another.

We must go back in time to acknowledge where these connections originated. The first settlers moved to the area in the eighteenth century. At that time, some Indian tribes were living there. In order not to lose the pure blood of the white man, many of them united themselves through marriages. Thus, the births linked to the intermarriages created the community of Jupiter.

You came to be no different. Your parents' relationships grew out of their high school years. Because they lived in the same neighborhood, their exchange intensified over the years. A wedding soon followed, and soon, Jupiter welcomed a new little soul. The blowing of your fifth candle featured the entry of the USA into World War II. Like many other men of his generation, your father suffered from the mobilizations. Yet, he soon found his way back home.

Your calm and respectful nature strengthened your parent's conviction to extend the family. Three new faces appeared to the delight of your father, for whom a large family meant prosperity. He received three boys who would carry on the family name with pride and continuity. Soon, your role as the eldest took a new meaning.

Growing up, you learned to look after yourself and your brothers. While your father worked, your mother attended a lot of Tupperware meetings. Police detective, he rarely found himself at home. No one could follow your mother to the meetings. She claimed you tended to be too young or that you would get bored.

So, to make pocket money, you dedicated your free time to babysitting. With your hard-earned money, you gave yourself a weekly treat. Every Wednesday, you enjoyed going to the local diner. There, you could eat a mixed salad and read the newspaper. Your break could, sometimes, include a walk by the Jupiter Lighthouse.

Like the other children of Jupiter, your future seemed set. From your future career to the man you would marry. Yet, some areas remained unclear. Unfortunately for your parents, their plans were about to fall through.

The first obstacle to your success involved a man named Jimmy Darling. He used to show up at the diner on Wednesday afternoons. The first few times, you walked past each other without noticing each other's presence. Well, without him ever noticing you. The young man sat opposite you. His favorite pastime was flirting with the waitress. Carol's greatest dream tended to be fleeing from Jupiter. To achieve it, she worked at the diner five days a week.

The reason Jimmy didn't notice you remained simple. You usually arrive before him and hide behind the Jupiter-Tequesta Inquirer. But this time appeared to be different. Due to a delay, the young man took his seat a few minutes before you.

As you pushed open the door to the diner, you greeted Carol with a pleasing smile on your face. The waitress stood behind the counter, close to the man with the gloves, as she called him. When she heard you, she straightened up to respond.

"I thought you wouldn't come in this week!" Carol flashed a smile at Jimmy before handing you the day's newspaper. Your attention went immediately to the cover of the newspaper.

Your father's work as a detective with the Jupiter Police Department never made it past the door. He never talked about his investigations or what was going on in town. So the newspapers turned out to be your only source of information on the subject. A murder happened recently. A milkman had found a woman dead in her own home. According to the police, the only suspect appeared to be a girl with two heads. The headlines mentioned a two-headed freak. Curious about it, you turned the pages with great attention. At some point, your elbow bumped into your neighbor's. By the time you got there, no one was next to you. Thus, you excused yourself.

"First time?" your neighbor came out to be Jimmy Darling. Besides the delightful smile on his lips, dimples formed on her cheeks. The black leather cap matched his jacket and gloves, which he never seemed to take off.

With round eyes, you found yourself unable to answer his simple question. His gaze roamed on the newspaper you were holding before Carol came to your rescue. The waitress brought your salad. As you blushed, she took the initiative to answer.

"Y/N comes in every Wednesday for lunch. Always at this place, she orders the same meal." Carol offered you an understanding smile as she leaned toward the two of you.

Not used to these exchanges, you put a lock of brown hair behind your ear.

"No way! How could I have missed such beauty?" Jimmy tended to be a smooth talker, and you knew it. Yet, your body kept expressing discomfort as you blushed even more.

Still speechless, your eyes met Carol's. Jimmy understood your discomfort and, like a gentleman, he jumped out of his seat. The young man exchanged some words with Carol. He speculated he would be back the following Wednesday since he now had something to look after. Raising your eyes toward him, he threw you a ravaging smile. Jimmy also winked at you before leaving the diner.

That brief interaction filled your mind for the rest of the afternoon. And your imagination allowed itself to invent the next meeting. Jimmy hadn't lied. The following Wednesday, he showed up for dinner again. But also those that followed. He allowed himself the pleasure of coming to make conversation by buying you a drink here and there. Jimmy revealed himself as reserved when you asked him about personal subjects.

Over time, your shell broke, allowing him to discover what kind of woman you were. "What if we went for a ride together? We'll take my bike!" Jimmy suggested, on a whim, when you had finished your salad. If he had made this proposal on the previous Wednesday, there is no doubt that you would have accepted it. Unfortunately, the timing could not have been worse. One of your father's colleagues had asked to see your mother at the police station. As a result, you had to watch your brothers for the rest of the afternoon. Without refusing his proposal in its entirety, you offered to pick you up at your school the next night.

In front of your house, a police car parked as if the driver came in a hurry. It was not your father's car. You would have recognized it by the little bear that hung under its rearview mirror. Approaching the front door, Detective Jack Colquitt emerged from the house. His face bore an overwhelmed look. Colquitt knew you since you were born, he had never been the best policeman in Jupiter, yet he would do his job. Once he passed you, he shook his head before getting back into his car.

"Jack came to ask me if I'd heard from your father in the last few days." Ready to go to bed, your mother wore a mustard yellow bathrobe to hide her faded nightgown. Her arms crossed, the expression on her face detailed anxiety.

"Don't tell your brothers." As said before, your father rarely goes away for very long without giving any news. He used to call the police station or even your mother to inform them where he was. But this time, Robert Bunch left only a family and colleagues in a state of worry and incomprehension. Things must have been important enough for Jack to go on his own when the meeting got scheduled at the police station.

The next evening, you waited for Jimmy for almost an hour, but he never showed up. So you walked home, telling yourself how stupid you were to think that a boy like him could be interested in you.

The following Wednesday, you didn't show up at the diner. You changed your day to ensure that you wouldn't run into him, yet you did. He immediately sat down beside you. His face showed a guilty expression that you missed right away.

Jimmy stood so close to you that the fabric of his jacket almost caressed your arm. With a wave of his gloved hand, he motioned for Carol to bring him what he used to order before turning back to you.

"Look, doll, I wanted to come to you, but there's..." Jimmy started before you cut him off, which wasn't something you used to do.

"You don't need to apologize... because I'm not mad at you." you continued, but your intervention didn't manage to convince him. He moved closer to you, so close you could feel his breath caressing the side of your neck.

"There was a problem where I work. That's why I couldn't pick up my angel for a motorcycle ride." His comments made you grin against your will. You wanted to forget about this smooth talker, but he was good. So, you turned to him, a slight smile on your lips.

"Tell me where you work, and I'll come to see you since you can't get away." Flashing his charming smile again, Jimmy still seemed to hesitate for a moment. He ended up writing it on the small piece of paper you had handed him, where you could find him.

A little bit naive, and even if you didn't recognize the address, you showed up there one morning. You cooked a full plate of pancakes to sweeten the deal with Jimmy's coworkers. When your mother asked where you wanted to go, you lied, pretending of a meeting with a classmate. She called a taxi but ordered you to come back early because she needed to see her own friends.

The smell of hot pancakes wafted into the car, and the driver asked for one as payment. Closing the door, your plate in your hands, you couldn't believe your eyes. Tents stretched as far as the eye could see. Large banners praising the merits of frightening personalities were floating in the wind. These elements raised doubts about the truthfulness of Jimmy's words.

Observing your movements, a young woman approached you. In an aggressive tone, she informed you that the ticket office did not seem open before yelling that you should not stay. Taking courage, you asked her if she knew Jimmy Darling. The young woman looked at you from head to toe before asking you to wait.

So you did, taking care not to let your eyes linger where they shouldn't. At some point, your knight in shining armor appeared. His leather gloves still protecting his hands. The expression on his face made him glow, as did the dimples on his cheeks as he smiled at you.

"You came!" He exclaimed while his appearance had brought a stupid smile to your face. He observed the dish you were holding in your hands and relished the faint smell of rum from it.

"I didn't tell you I was coming, so to make up for it, here are some pancakes!" Jimmy pretended to have a surprise for you too. He then led you to the center of the camp, his hands resting on your eyes to prevent you from cheating.

Still holding your plate, you groped your way forward to avoid falling. After some steps, both of you stopped. You took a moment to listen to the sounds and assumed people were around you.

When Jimmy removed his hands, you stayed stunned by the vision. A small group of people sitting around a wooden table stared at you with round eyes. Among them, a woman of above-average proportions took a sip of water. Next to her stood a shorter man with arms that looked malformed. As she slid down the bench with her arms, your body took a step back when you noticed that the woman in front of you had no legs.

A young man appeared to polish chicken eggs with great attention. Your back hitting Jimmy's chest made you realize how unwelcome your behavior was. Embarrassed by it, you finally tried to break the ice.

"If I had known, I would have made more pancakes." Your peculiar comment made Jimmy chuckle. He turned away for a few moments so you wouldn't think he could be making fun of you. The man with the malformed and tattooed arms approached you. With a lot of sympathies, he shook your hand. After introducing himself as Paul, he took your plate. You met Amazon Eve and Suzi. Jimmy introduced you to Meep, Pepper, and Salty before inviting you around the table. His face seemed more relaxed than when he met you next to the cab.

Once seated around the table, they enjoyed your cooking as if it was not something usual.

Some of them let out slight groans after the first bite, and when the dish ended up empty, many of them seemed pained. You stood there for a long time talking and getting to know people you don't get to meet on the street.

A little shy at first, you eventually relaxed. They were different from the descriptions people were giving of them. And you ended up blaming yourself for ever believing what they said.

"I have an uncle who became a clown in a freak show. My mother found him very friendly. But he left Jupiter a few months after I was born. I don't know what happened to him."

Discussions continued throughout the afternoon. It wasn't until you saw the sky turn orange that you realized what time it was. Your mother would worry about your absence. It was inconceivable to torture her any further after your father's unexplained departure.

"I promise to come back as soon as I can.." you announced as Pepper had wrapped her arms around you and didn't want to let go. But Eve managed to convince her to let you go. Jimmy called you a cab. On the way to your starting point, you announced that you might be coming back with your brothers. Such animation in town could only be positive for their morale, and especially yours.

Letting your eyes wander one last time, the decoration of a caravan caught your attention. Attached to Jimmy's first and last name was a nickname that made you frown, "Lobster Man". You stopped, forcing your friend to ask you what was going on. Not wishing to appear rude, his gloves appeared as your way of finding out the truth.

"You're not wearing your gloves because you're cold, are you?" You asked with a slight smile, you had never believed his story but you gave him the benefit of the doubt. Your remark seemed to bring up anxiety in him, the same you had already felt when he took his hands away from your eyes. You approached, wanting only to reassure him.

“Whenever you’re ready,” your voice was identical to the one you used with your brothers. When they came to you whenever they had some kind of problem your parents couldn’t solve. Plunging your gaze into his, you didn’t notice that he was about to tell you his most shameful secret. Jimmy dropped his gloves to the floor, but you hadn’t even glanced at what he was hiding underneath the cloth. Your heart had started beating faster. Your own hands were sweaty, and before you knew it, your faces were dangerously close. And your lips ended up touching.

It was both gentle and violent. Gentle because neither of you wanted to hurt the other. Violent because it was the thing you had both been dreaming of doing for some time. Jimmy’s hands quickly grabbed your waist as one of yours found refuge in the lobster man’s hair.

The cab driver’s horn, yet, made the moment that seemed almost dreamlike stop. It was the first time you kissed someone like that, the first time you kissed someone. Opening the cab door, Jimmy placed one last kiss on your lips as a goodbye. He begged you to promise to come back and see him. Which you obviously did.

#ahs #american horror story #ahs imagine #ahs imagines #american horror story imagine #american horror story imagines #ahs freakshow #american horror story freakshow #Jimmy darling #jimmy darling x reader #elsa mars #ethel darling #amazon eve #ma petite #Evan Peters #jessica lange #first love

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quinnifred · 9 months

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ahs picspam per episode - bullseye (4.6)

we are all just spinning on the wheel. there is but one way to keep off the wheel. it's not youth. it's not beauty or true love. i know how to stay off the wheel. i control my fate. i have survived because i know one must be willing to destroy anyone, anything, even the ones you love, to keep the gods in check.

#american horror story #ahs freakshow #ahsppe #ahsedit #elsa mars #dot tattler #dandy mott #finn wittrock #jessica lange #sarah paulson #emma roberts

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sourceallthingscinema · 1 month

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𝙅𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖 𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙀𝙡𝙨𝙖 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝘼𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙃𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮: 𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙬 (2015)

#jessica lange #elsa mars

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lcnelyghost · 1 year

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imagine taking care of dandy when he's sick ♥︎

a/n: a little something for one of my friends who saw my imagine with the evan’s being ill. we both love dandy so damn much so why not write a fluffy thing about him? hope you guys enjoy :)

warnings: THE FLUFFIEST PIECE OF FLUFF OUT THERE!!!!!!

all pictures do not belong to me!

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“Dandy?” You called out softly, stepping into his bedroom before seeing the poor dear shivering under the covers.

Gloria had informed you that Dandy was running a fever after stupidly storming out of the house last night during another one of his tantrums. Without a coat, might I add.

He was in complete denial that Dora and his mother suspected he may be coming down with a cold, or worse. When they tried to help, he only demanded that they call you right away and get you over to see him. He refused to take any medication or accept anyone’s foolish attempts at helping him until you were by his side.

When they did manage to contact you, both were insisting you come over as soon as you could. It was clearly a stress dealing with Dandy screaming and shouting the place down whilst not allowing anyone to try and make him feel more comfortable. So instead, he lay in bed coughing, sneezing, crying, and complaining about how much he missed you.

He quickly looked up from the sound of you’re voice, smiling slightly through chattering teeth. He could barely move or allow himself to throw off his covers and run around the room, pleased about you’re arrival. He was far too much cold and tired for that.

“Oh Dandy..” you said sadly, running you’re fingers through his hair and placing the back of you’re free hand to his forehead.

“My god you’re burning up!” Dandy pouted at you’re words before trying his best to sit up. You immediately lay him back down and told him to rest as best as he could.

He furiously rubbed at his nose and then sneezed quite a few times, groaning miserably afterwards. You blessed him sympathetically. Dandy rarely ever got sick. And when he did, his body was struck by it like lightening.

“Mother said you’d be over. In fact, I suppose seeing you is the only good thing i’ll be experiencing for the next week or so. Being unwell is absolute torture for me, Y/n. There’s nothing to be excited about and all I sit here thinking is when this illness will get rid already. There’s not even any time to play!” Dandy shrieked. You tried to stifle a laugh but also felt bad that being sick affected him this much. After all, Dandy did indeed cherish his playtime..

“Well.. I hope my company’s enough to keep you entertained for the time being. Are you hungry? I can get you’re mother to ask Dora if she can make some soup?” He slowly nodded and you placed a quick kiss on his forehead before leaving the room.

You managed to get Dora to make a soup that Dandy actually likes. She made it the way he preferred it so you hoped he’d atleast try a little bit of the warm liquid. Gloria tried her best to get you to let Dora take up the soup to Dandy, but you told her it certainly wouldn’t be an issue if you did it yourself. You ended up earning a look of relief on Dora’s face.

When you arrived back to Dandy’s room, you noticed he’d gone through plenty more tissues and was still shivering rather badly. Frowning slightly, you walked up to his bed and carefully took his soup off the fancy metal tray. He seemed to be happier now that you’d came back.

“Dora made you’re favourite, tomato and basil.” You beamed, grabbing a spoon and dipping it in the soup before blowing on it and preparing to feed it to Dandy.

“I thought I was getting lentil..” Dandy huffed. Although he accepted the spoonful in a heartbeat. You went with his slow pace of eating seeing as poor Dandy was quite tired and definitely not up for rushing through anything at the moment.

“I’m pretty sure you’re enjoying it, mister.” You joked playfully. Dandy had to nod his head at that. The soup was actually appetising enough for him.

“It’ll do, I guess… Shew!” Dandy sneezed again right before taking his final mouthful. You politely blessed him and fed him the very last bit of soup.

After you cleared the soup away, Dandy fell back down onto his pillows, sighing contently. “You know, it’s good having you here. I remember… Huh-Shoo! As a child… being this way one winter. Mother refused to come near me. She was going out someplace nice with her friends, and I knew i’d be scolded if she got sick. So.. I locked myself in my room. I decided to just wait until my sickness passed. I didn’t eat for two days. I just sat there, waiting. Waiting if mother would maybe change her mind and come check on me. But she never did.”

You always felt you’re heart threatening to crumble when Dandy shared memories of his past. Yes, he was completely spoiled and seemed to get everything he wanted, but what that boy truly wanted was love. His mother would buy him so many toys and whatever he still bothered with these days. She let him pick which meals he wanted, even let him have dessert before dinner. But the only thing Gloria failed to give Dandy was affection. And he would never forget that. Ever.

“Dandy, I care so much for you. You know that. You always spring into action when i’ve fallen ill or if i’m upset about something. And I swear, i’ll always do the same for you. Come now, rest up so we can get these nasty sniffles away. Get well soon, darling. I love you.”

Before you knew it, Dandy was sound asleep with the biggest smile on his face. One happy tear had fallen from his eye and landed on his cheek. You two were destined to be with one another forever. In sickness, and in health.

#ahs fandom #american horror story #fanfic #finn wittrock #dandy mott imagine #dandy mott #dandy mott x reader #freak show #ahs x reader #x reader #fem reader #sicknario #elsa mars #jimmy darling

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screenpalettes · 1 year

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American Horror Story: Freakshow “Monsters Among Us” S4E1 (2014)

#american horror story #ahs freakshow #monsters among us #elsa mars #jessica lange #ryan murphy #brad falchuk #color palette #cinema palettes

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ahsfreak90 · 4 months

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American Horror Story: Freakshow

S4x11 “Magical Thinking”

Aired 9 years ago today

January 13, 2015

#on this day #throwback #ahs #ahs freakshow #finn wittrock #dandy mott #evan peters #jimmy darling #jessica lange #elsa mars #sarah paulson #bette and dot

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multifandomfix · 10 months

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How They React To You Getting Hurt (American Horror Story Preference)

Constance Langdon: Constance’s immediate reaction is to start mothering you. She’ll check you over for injuries and tend to them, softly soothing you and then swearing she’ll give whoever hurt you a stern talking to.

Countess Elizabeth: She’ll dote on you, ask you if you’re okay and then ask what you want her to do about it. She’s perfectly okay with using violence. All you have to do is say the word.

Dandy Mott: Dandy will go full rage mode. He’ll snap and immediately want to kill the person who hurt you. There’s no way they’re getting away with that.

Elsa Mars: Elsa will demand to know who did this to you and set out to make an example of them to anyone else that dares even entertain the idea of causing harm to you.

Fiona Goode: Fiona won’t dote. She knows you’re perfectly capable of taking care of yourself and settling your own problems, but she will offer her help if you really want to make them pay.

James Patrick March: There will be hell to pay if James catches the person who hurt you. He’s no stranger to torture and murder, so they better not cross paths with him.

Jude Martin: A punishment is in store for the person who dared to lay a finger on you. She’ll make sure that they don’t consider repeating their mistake.

Vivien Harmon: Comfort, that’s Vivien’s only concern. She needs to be sure you’re okay before anything else. She won’t let that person near you again.

Wilhemina Venable: After you’ve been hurt, expect Mina’s very watchful eye over you from then on. She’ll be your protector and hate herself for not having better fulfilled that role before you were injured.

For @nobody188888888