My running theory has always been that albert was the first person in his home’s basement, I think his father was the initial abuser. It’s a slippery slope trying to determine if max was at all involved or if albert was just the sole receiver, but I lean more towards a shared trauma between the both of them.
I think max fell into drugs and albert fell into the appetite began to have that snowballed into his crimes. The black phone prides itself on more realistic portrayals of abuse and it’s effect so it’s not completely unrealistic to think that at some point albert could’ve been a victim since a lot of times it’s been proven that abusers have been abused at some point.
Albert looks like he’s crying when the upper half of the mask is off, albert freaks out when the whole mask is off. I think with the mask on he’s powerful, taking away lives and destroying the lives of the families the missing boys belonged to. It’s the only moment in his life he’s ever been strong, the only moment he hasn’t been a friendless loner (for lack of a better term) that’s constantly reminded of what his father did to him.
lily's note ! - this is lowk like a continues ver of prev so like yeah.. this one kinda gives the same vibes bc i wrote red card for u first hehadgahf
pairing : miguel mora x f!reader
genre : fluff, humor, friends-to-lovers (lowkey)
summary : you go to watch Miguel’s football game, only for him to accidentally kick the ball straight into your face.
warnings : mild injury, cursing
You didn’t even want to come to the football match. Your friends had dragged you along, promising snacks and school spirit, and honestly, the only reason you agreed was because Miguel was playing. In fact, you didn’t even know he played football..
And wow. He looked good. Messy curls damp with sweat, jersey clinging to his shoulders, that sharp focus in his eyes as he chased the ball. You found yourself watching him more than the actual game.
Until.
WHAM.
Something hard and fast slammed into your face, knocking your glasses clean off.
“OW—what the hell?!” you yelped, clutching your nose as the crowd gasped. “Oh my god, are you okay?!” your friend shrieked, helping you grope around for your poor bent glasses.
On the field, Miguel had gone completely pale. He didn’t even wait for the whistle — he sprinted off mid-game, pushing past teammates until he was at the stands, eyes wide with panic.
“Princesa—shit, I’m so sorry!” he blurted, crouching in front of you. His hands hovered like he wanted to touch your face but didn’t want to hurt you more. “I swear I didn’t mean to! Are you bleeding?”
You glared at him through blurry vision. “You broke my glasses AGAIN, Miguel.”
“I’ll buy you new ones,” he rushed out immediately, guilt all over his face. “Two pairs. Designer. Whatever you want. Just—” He winced, brushing a curl back nervously. “Please don’t hate me.”
Despite the throbbing in your nose, you couldn’t help laughing a little. He looked like a kicked puppy.
“I don’t hate you,” you sighed, poking his chest weakly. “But you have the worst aim.”
That made him crack a tiny, sheepish grin. “You were… distracting me.”
You blinked. “…Excuse me?”
Miguel leaned in, lowering his voice with that teasing lilt. “Couldn’t focus with you staring at me like that.”
Your face heated instantly. “I was NOT—”
Before you could finish, he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, careful not to bump your nose. “Still sorry,” he whispered, before jogging back toward the field as the ref yelled at him to return.
And yeah, your glasses were crooked, your nose hurt, and you’d probably have a bruise tomorrow… but you couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot.
People who interpret "character playlist" as "playlist of songs the character would listen to" as opposed to the good and honorable "playlist that represents the character" are so alien they're chasing me and my cat around the spaceship. That metaphor got away from me. Much like the cat
The concept of woman (and some men) romanticizing and keep on lusting after a sêxual predatoř who kidnaps little boys (yes this is about the grabber)
Finney Blake stronger than me because if my secret gay situation was kidnapped and killed and his ghost told me i had to kill his (and my) abductor AND that i’d never be able to speak to him again?? No, it’d be over for me, i’d of just died..
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