#all i see with the old Killer is the nickname Danger Noodle

[trashytoastboi]

I've been feeling kinda down lately; could I have a scenario where Reader gets comforted by Smoker, Killer, and Katakuri after having a fight with her parent(s)? Reader goes through hoops and beyond just to keep their parent(s) happy but nothing ever seems to be good enough...

Heyya!🍀 I hope these manage to help cheer you up a little 🌻 just remember that you are amazing, regardless of what others say. Also stay hydrated and have a kickass day!

(Gender Neutral)

Short Scenarios: Smoker, Killer, Katakuri x Reader – Being comforted after a fight with their parents and not feeling like they're living up to expectations.

Total Word Count: 1,950 words

💨Captain Smoker💨

Word Count: 662 words

{Name} slipped through the door, quietly as a mouse as to not draw any attention to themselves, making a beeline for the bedroom and instantly crawling into bed just to find some solace away from the rest of the world. Smoker had heard them come in and awaited for their greeting, a kiss on the cheek and a happy little 'I'm home' was the usual and now the lack of their habitual routine made him worry. He makes his way to the bedroom and peaks his head in to see {Name's} form in bed as he comes closer he can see that they have buried themselves under the blankets, and holds their pillow close, Smoker takes a seat on the side causing his presence to be known by the way the bed creaks under him sitting. “My love” Smoker crooned, taking on some nervousness as they recede further into his bed at the sound of his voice. His hand reaches for them and gently strokes their hair. He was aware of where they had just been, a visitation to their parents and judging by the state they came back in, it did not go well. {Name} turns their head to see his concerned face, carefully watching as he stretches over them to kill his cigars in the ashtray. Smoker situated himself in the bed alongside them, smiling as {Name} instinctually seeks him out and shuffles close, resting their head on his chest and avoiding looking at him due to the remnants of a crying face. “Did something happen?” Smoker broached the subject as best as he could and felt unsure of finding a more roundabout way to ask, figuring it would have been best just to find out directly. “Had a fight...” {Name} mumbled, even so the tilt in their voice made it all too obvious that they were feeling hurt by what happened. Smoker's hand returned to the earlier ministrations of stroking their head “I'm just...I don't know, nothing I do is ever enough for them” {Name} shrinks a little further, not only literally but also into themselves as they fall into the downward spiral of questioning themselves. Smoker sighs, he is angry and not at all at {Name}, rather at their parents for doing this so often. He has seen it time and time again, though by {Name's} wishes he holds his tongue, this is the final straw however. “Love, there are some people in life who are going to be unrealistic and bitter in the process. I'm not trying to say anything bad against your parents, but they should expect that if they treat you like a machine, when you aren't one. You're not going to live up to those expectations and that's not because of you. It's because they push you too far without considering your thoughts or feelings, it is no fault of yours.” Smoker bellows, growing louder as he goes off on his tangent, venting some of his own frustrations regarding their parents and {Name} nods listening intently, Smoker's hand softly grips their chin and lifts their face to his “You listen to me, you don't let anyone tell you that you're not good enough, and even if they do, don't believe such shit.”

{Name} gets a little startled at how worked up Smoker got, equally amused that he was currently blushing “You're amazing, in everything you do. Sure a lot of people are going to have negative things to say but that's not because of you, I know it makes you feel insecure but trust me love, you're so much more than what they try to drag you down to.” He huffs out, {Name} smiles and nods, stifling a giggle at seeing Smoker. “I-I'm not too good with things like this, but just accept it. You're great, so don't believe if they say otherwise. I just want you to know how wonderful you are my love” Smoker mutters a little softer and in a mumble.

🍜Killer🍜

Word Count: 784 words

“How much longer?” Kid groaned, listening to Killer repeat the same answer of “As long as it takes”, it was never a wise idea to try and rush Killer while he is cooking. Some of the more hungry crew were laying around in wait as well, lured by the smell of whatever Killer was cooking. And despite just having his question answered, Kid continued to loom over him and watch the progress of dinner seeing that his stomach felt as if it were slightly murdering him. {Name} walks in, noticing the crew all splayed over the furniture with a symphony of growling stomachs was certainly comical and on a good day they would have been floored by the laughing, but today was unfortunately not a good day. Killer heard them shuffling in, and a sniffle, not the getting a cold kind of sniffle either which made him worried. He called Heat over, bestowing him with the wooden spoon and telling him that the rest of dinner was in his hands as he trailed after {Name}. Killer walks into their shared room and notices {Name} taking off their shoes, obviously agitated and indicating this by the violent nature in which they toss their shoes across the room. Everything in their body language seemed to scream anger and even the way they conducted themselves was not of their usual temperament. Killer hears them exhale a heavy sigh, he cautiously approaches, testing for some tell if they wanted to be left alone or welcomes his company and tentatively wraps an arm around their waist, pulling them closer. “What's wrong {Name}?” he prods for an answer, and noticing them settling into his touch, “I just can't with them...No matter what I do! They find something to be upset with, I just never measure up” {Name} huffs, cracking the tough exterior they had put up to defend against tears that now had the tears of frustration threatening to spill. Killer needs no further explanation, he already knows who they are speaking of, there is only one set of people that can get under {Name's} skin this much, only one pair that can hurt them and infuriate them with the careless things they say. Killer is thankful for the mask in that particular moment that served in keeping his frown concealed, his grip around them tightened ever so slightly and pressed them closer to his body. He incoherently mumbles something, no doubt words of discontent against their parents but he does make an effort to not say anything about it to them. “I question your parents in the department of both intelligence and sanity. You don't need them to tell who you are because it seems they don't really know. If they did, they would know just how amazing you are. They don't see your capability, the effort and just how much you put into everything you do, I honestly couldn't care less about what their opinions are but when it begins to skew how you feel about yourself I'll take issue with it.” Killer states, and although he has a good reign on his emotions the undertones of irritation laces his voice. {Name} tensed at the sound, starting to fidget and chew on their lip nervously at the feeling of wanting to cry and vent their frustrations which felt paramount in this very moment.

Killer led them to turn around, pulling them close again as his hand only leaves them to remove his mask, “{Name}, look at me” he whispers, seeing them look up with such sad eyes filled with tears. His thumbs wipe away their tears as he gives them a light peck on the cheek, then on their lips. “I don't want you doubting yourself. Not for anything or anyone, you're always putting yourself down my dear. I hate seeing you do that to yourself, you can't even fathom just how much you mean to me, or how amazing you truly are in every way. Things are not always going to work out the way you want them to and sometimes you'll blame yourself for that. But I've seen, I always have seen that you put your all into everything you do and it's both commendable and admirable, so please don't put yourself down my dear, not because of what they had to say. You are worth more than you can imagine” Killer places one more kiss on their lips, seeing the small smile and the blushing on their face cheered him up a bit. But it was merely the start of his comfort, he wanted to see them smile without worry or frustration.

(And their 'rents can expect a strongly worded letter >:( from Killer )

🍩Charlotte Katakuri🍩

Word Count: 504 words

Katakuri was relaxing and unwinding after his day that was filled with one incident after another, other than his merienda, relaxation seemed a rare commodity that came very few and far between, he looked up at the sound of the door opening. Seeing a very exhausted {Name} dragging their feet as they walked in, he calls to them and is instantly aware of just how down they seem, {Name} walks over to Katakuri feeling relieved to see him after such a day, he pulls them into his lap, a large hand to fix their dishevelled hair and cradle their face as he welcomes them home. His warm embrace is so comforting that {Name} finds themselves retreating into his arms for some comfort. {Name} flashes a weak smile, evidently worn down as he observes them for a little longer, “Little one you seem out of sorts? Is everything alright?” Katakuri inquired a little anxious over seeing them so listless, it was painfully obvious that they weren't doing alright but he wanted them to feel comfortable about speaking to him about the matter that weighed on their mind. “Just had a fight” {Name} mutters, “A fight? With who?” Katakuri's tone was darker, a little sharper at hearing that someone did something negative to his partner he not not tolerate even the slightest disrespect towards them, and the mere mention of a fight has Katakuri going into full protection mode over {Name}. “Parents” they reply curtly, and yet it conveyed everything that needed to be said. Katakuri mulled over it in his mind, pensive as to his next words since family is always a tricky matter more often than not, “What was the fight about?” he probed with {Name} folding their arms over themselves defensively, he knows this to be a habit only when they need to fortify themselves against their own thoughts. “Them being disappointed...for whatever reason they want to list off. Basically comes down to me not being good enough for them” There was silence as {Name} peaked up at his face, it was graced by a perplexed expression “I don't understand little one, that's the furthest thing from the truth. You are strong, talented, capable, daring and need I even say that you never cease to amaze me on a daily basis. Perhaps your parents are afflicted with a vision disorder of sorts.” Katakuri states and hearing him say that, immediately going straight for a sip of tea with a completely relaxed face had {Name} laughing and momentarily forgetting their woes. Katakuri raised an eyebrow at their reaction. “It is a genuine question” Katakuri countered their laughter even going as far as to roll his eyes. {Name} smiled “I know” they mused, snuggling into him and feeling a little better from their initial down spell. “Thank you Katakuri” {Name} stated, with their voice a little lighter now, though it would take some time to really get the words out of their thoughts Katakuri wasn't far behind with his own words of comfort and reassurance.

[vestige-of-hope]

Cresseida al-Bergama

im starting to make oc posts so i can make an official oc page starting with cresseida using this template by tumblr user jessaryss with some tweaks here and there. They said anyone can use it and personalize it for themselves so if y’all want to use this feel free to!

BASICS

Name: Cresseida al-Bergama 

Nicknames: She doesn’t like to go by any nicknames, just Cresseida, though close friends can call her Cress. Do grand titles count as nicknames? If so then Vestige, Champion, etc. etc.

Race: Redguard, demiprince of Clavicus Vile, though it’s lowkey, she’s human-passing

Age: 24 in the base game, 28 in Summerset, 30 right now (2020)

Pronouns: She/Her

Eyes: Dull gray without her soul, silver with her soul back

Hair: Curly and poofy, dark reddish brown

Skin: Brown with a lot of random freckles and moles

Height: 5′2 (tiny baby uwu)

General Physique: Very muscular especially arms and thighs and back. i wouldn’t say she’s skinny more sculpted really

Tattoos, War paints, Scars?: has a large gray scar right in the middle of her chest. the magic on mannimarco’s dagger was so corrupted it left a deep mark on her new body in addition to the old one, as if it was some dark and traumatic memory imprinted on her skin. she also has a dark daedric mark on her back that reveals her daedric background but her mom lied and told her it was just a birthmark lmao

About

Werewolf/Vampire?: none

Occupation: savior of tamriel

Guild Associations: mages guild, undaunted enclave, psijic order

Favored Weapon Class/Type: her whole life cresseida was trained in the art of sword and shield but as she started to not fear her magic and train and hone it she switched to a lightning staff. now she uses it exclusively but she still trains with the sword and has also trained to fight nonmagically with her staff

Favored School of Magic/Type: Dark magic, conjuration, destruction, specifically storm and lightning. she has persuasion abilities from clavicus vile: people tend to immediately trust her, feel calmer in her presence. she’s good at bargaining and persuading people to make a choice over the other. also like vile she has her own daedric companion, her clannifear

Heavy/Light/Medium Armor? Clothes?: despite being a mage ingame with light armor in reality she prefers heavy armor, though she slowly starts to wear some light armor as she trusts people more and gets less closed off

Place of Birth: Bergama

Place Where they were Raised: with a group of nomads led by her aunt and mother who travelled all over Hammerfell in caravans

Current Location: her current home is in Wayrest though she is getting slowly used to her plane of oblivion (ingame its the psijic manor on artaeum)

Education/Place of Study: was mostly educated by her mother and books, then after her family was killed she was raised by throne keeper  Farvad at Tu’whacca’s temple then trained for a bit with the sword masters at Leki’s Blade

Personal

Patron Deity (if any): Meridia, Sheogorath, Clavicus Vile (not really a patron but more of just a pain in the ass cause he’s her father)

Political Alliance (if any): Daggerfall Covenant

Strongest Skills: beating up daedric princes, fighting, magic

Strengths: very protective, will go to hell and back for the people she loves. kind despite her initial reluctance to help out, she’s not one to turn people away who need help. persuasive and she easily wins people over through her actions. levelheaded most of the time.

Weaknesses: prone to angry outbursts. sometimes she can lose control of her storms. reckless, she thinks she can’t be killed (again) and it causes her to rush headfirst into danger. always insists on handling things on her own. thinks too black and white, she is always learning how it’s not always this or that

Spouses? Flings? Lovers?: cresseida was never interested in love as she was too hellbent on getting revenge on those who killed her home and family, and later on stopping molag bal and mannimarco, and most of her life she refused to open up to anyone, secretly afraid of them getting taken from her. darien was one of her first friends, and the way she came to care so much about him caught her by surprise

Most difficult quest they’ve been on: taking on nocturnal after watching darien die right in front of her

Jail Time: none she’s a good noodle (unless you count coldharbour...?)

Largest Bounty Held: none. crime is wrong and she’ll kill you if she sees you doing it

How do they get gold?: selling random loot off her dead enemies and doing things for people

Are werebeings and vampires Vile Creatures or Simply Misunderstood?: she used to loath vampires until she met Verandis and was proved how such creatures can choose to do good and be trusted. she has yet to meet a good werewolf though

Goals in Life: protect tamriel and its inhabitants *thumbs up*

Deepest Regret: not trying hard enough to hunt down her family’s killers (despite being like 12 at the time lol), not trying hard enough to look for anyone who survived like her cousin Rafiyah who turned out to have been alive this whole time, not telling Darien how she felt sooner

Greatest Hope: despite all the hell she has gone through, looking back, so much good has happened. she has traveled to so many beautiful and astonishing places and met so many wonderful people that would not have happened had she stayed in Hammerfell

Flaws: oh i accidentally put these under weaknesses lol oh well they’re kinda similar

Fears: losing. letting evil win. although she’s super confident in her abilities there is always that one shred of doubt that she won’t win this time. also she’s afraid of losing the friends she’s made, especially her cousin

What makes them happy: being with Rafiyah, petting her clannfear, her cooked food, seeing a daedric prince lose miserably at her hands, running into her old friends in new places unexpectedly

Hobbies: Despite her cold outwards appearance and her reputation as a powerful hero, cresseida loves to cook and sew. her mother was a seamstress and cress learned a lot from her

Favorite Locations: daggerfall, bergama, all of summerset, ARTAEUM

Eating Habits: the standard three meals a day, though she tends to forget to eat when she’s busy on quests. she does bring a lot of snacks tho for when she’s on the road or in a plane of oblivion, ya know, the usual

Can they cook?: Yes and she’s amazing at it. too bad almost no one knows...

Favorite Food: idk ive never thought about that. most likely something that reminds her of eating around the campfires with the other caravaneers when she was young

Favorite Drink: Tea. She hates alcohol btw

First thing they do at a tavern?: Get a room so she can unpack and wind down in private

Sleeping habits: On her side, back towards the wall if there is one, sword/staff close by. her clannfear sleeps at her feet on alert the whole time

Cities or the Wilds?: cities. through her many adventures cresseida has developed a fondness for the people she has reluctantly sworn to protect, and seeing civilians stumble about their lives reminds her of what she has to do.

Pet Peeves: people who waste her time, liars, cowards, people who talk a lot and very loudly

Describe their bedroom or home: pretty bare, she has always been a minimalist who packs lightly cause she never stays in one place

Opinions on daedra: very easy to hate them once coldharbour happened, though after she found out she was a demiprince while she was in the alik’r it really turned her world upside down.

[jammyjess]

Hey friends!

I found King Falls AM at a time in my life where I felt scared, hopeless and alone. I didn’t want to be here at all, and I thought for the most part I’d never be happy again. I’m still most of those things, but every day in King Falls makes that a little easier to be okay with. I thought long and hard about what I could manage for this, but most of all, I just wanted to say thank you. So. Here goes.

Thank you for Sammy Stevens, who is my favourite kind of character. He’s sassy and pretty and humble and full of love.Thank you for his cynicism and snark, but also for his ability to push aside his own beliefs and ideas and wants when it matters. Also, for letting him Suplex Grisham, because that was pretty neat! Thank you for the way he relates to the people around him, but especially to Lily. For a character who makes mistakes and actually tries to learn from them - he doesn’t always get it right, but he tries, and that’s so important. He’s made me laugh, he’s made me cry, he’s made me want to scream. I adore his backstory, it means more to me than I can say, but also thank you for the way you handled the events around 75. It was so meaningful. I love him with everything I have, which is why it hurts me to thank you for his pain, which is so unbelievably relatable to my own. For my own hurt that comes out of his mouth. The kind of hurt that transcends circumstances. I was in a dark place before this show, and parts of me are still there, but watching Sammy grow, and change and heal has meant everything to me. It gives me hope for better days. For Sammy, and for me too. Thank you for giving him the courage to stick around, and for giving him hope. Thank you for Benny Arnold. Who I can’t write about coherently without bursting into tears. He’s messy and flawed and just absolutely gorgeous. Seeing him grow through the years has been an absolute joy, but most of all, I love his ability to remain untainted by the horrors he’s been through. He’s still got the same heart, and it’s the best heart there is. I love his passion, his hope, his resilience. His belief in everybody around him. He remains unapologetically himself through everything, and I adore him. He is The Good, and I’m so glad we have him. Noah brings such complexity to him too, and I can listen a thousand times to a single episode and continue to feel all the things. 

Thank you for Emily. For making a strong, intelligent, badass women who’s also soft and desirable and loving. For letting her write her own story and for letting her be more than a prize to be won. She’s so good natured and considerate and thoughtful, and even in her worst moments she never loses that. Every moment she appears is wonderful and Jess KILLS IT every time! I’ve especially enjoyed phase two Emily, as her relationships with other characters become more integral to the story. Thank you for speaking out against the Frickards of the world through her, because it hurts and it’s hard but it’s so important. Using your audience for good means so much. Thank you for the thoughtfulness and care with which you consistently apply to sensitive subjects. For day-to-day happiness, for happy places and for months of quiet kindness without ever being asked. 

Thank you for Jack Wright. For the reminder to choose love (even when it’s hard. Maybe especially when it’s hard.) For the reminder that we’re all worthy of love, in all its forms. The affirmation that nobody corners the market on sadness, but also that we don’t always have to go it alone. That grief is universal, and that’s not always a bad thing. For quiet moments of humanity in the midst of absolute tragedy. For vulnerability, for heartbreak and moving forward together. For forgiveness and acceptance, and humility. 

Thank you for Dwayne Libbydale, who’s a special kind of chaos. I am again lost for words, but I love him, I love him, I love him. 

Thank you for Pete Escobar Ed Edwards Yardboy Myers and his funyuns and disdain and snark (even if me saying I love him means he’ll never listen to this show again.) Thank you for PHENOMENAL journalist Lily Wright, who is an absolute delight! She feels like the personification of grief, loss and trauma, but at the same time so, so real. Her reluctant acceptance of King Falls as home is beautiful, and I hope she gets ALL THE HUGS really soon. She’s not afraid to speak her mind, even if it means alienating the people she loves. Her shaky vulnerability with Sammy, Ben and Emily is so good, and I’m so excited to see where the future of Lily Wright lays. King Falls Chronicles was some KILLER story telling, and Candace was the icing on the cake. The acting chemistry she has with everybody is absolutely on point. I’m so glad we get to keep Lily. That she’s found home. Thank you for #DeputyDead. His unwavering optimism and willingness to see the good in everything and everybody is absolutely wonderful. 

Thank you for Debbie and RoboTim, who I still believe in, despite all evidence pointing to ‘don’t do that.’ Thank you for Maggie Masterson, an Actual Icon. And for our Man’s Man’s Man and his lil Kingsie Bab. For Regan who is a sweetheart and Chet who I hate to love.

Thank you for villains that fill me with white hot rage. Who’s actions are explained, but never excused. For Frickards and Gundersons and ShadowFUCKS and HFB3’s and Leland Hills and Ernies and Grishams. They’re different levels of despicable, and I adore hate them all. 

Thank you for ridiculous caricatures ; the Gwendolyns and the Cynthias and the Jacob Williams. Thank you for SPORTSBALL (CHOP. DAT. WOOD.) and WALL CRABS and GARBAGE BEARS and DANGER NOODLES  and every other ridiculous Benism. 

Thank you for Teareal and serendipity and redrum roses and for the inability to see the word ‘ghost’ and not correcting it to APPARITION. Thank you for Dan & Larry and boy band battles and Doyle’s Conspiracy Cavern and Devon Hamptonframptonshire. For Golden Owl, Finn and Gator Jack and Alvin and every other ridiculously loveable character you’ve created. Some of them barely last longer than an episode, but their chaos will fuel me for a lifetime. 

Thank you for Mary Jensen, who is the mom I wish I had. All moms are champs, but Mary is perfect. Thank you for Betty and Nancy and Loretta and Marigold. All who I expect deserve the praise they’re given. 

Thank you for Herschel and Cecil, who are cranky old bastards and who probably shouldn’t fit together, but they do so effortlessly. The care and compassion they have for each other is inspiring, and I too hope to have a friend like that someday. Trent is wickedly skilled, and I’m sure he hears it so often but!!!! 

Thank you for BE WELL BUDDIES and silly puns in the titles, and short jokes and RoboTim mixups and Science Institute break-ins with vigilante superheroes and mysterious callers. Thank you for love through overnight oats and moustache talk and non-binary pals. For a willingness to grow and change and learn and laugh. For the electrolocaust and my favourite threesome and for sammiversarys. For Ben posting Sammy’s bail, and heart-to-hearts in jail cells. For stupid bets and bensplosions and the fucking kickball story. For creepy dreams and technical terms, for badly timed BEEPS for awkward flirting and on-air confessions. For idiots who can’t keep secrets, let alone not talk about them on air for more than five minutes. For missing hikers and weird shadow tornados and notebooks and shooting down UFOs and death by damnation. For the SECOND BEST small town in American Celebration, for Christmas Gifts for Ben’s Mom and Jupiter Jaundice. For Ben’s monopoly tactics and Sammy’s audible eye rolls, for prophecies and ‘legend-has-it’s and for love and love and love.

Thank you for the mysteries, and for the constant need for MORE. You do cliffhangers so wonderfully, and I feel like I’ve never anticipated anything so keenly in my life. Tim Jensen, The Dark, Merv, Death by Damnation, The Rainbow Lights, The Zombies. 

Thank you for Cameron Chambers??? How does he do it?? I have no idea, but I hope he keeps doing it. Especially all them Christmas BOPS. Legendary. Jazz-Hands worthy! 

Thank you for making Zombies the F- plot. 

Thank you for the Eagle Screech in the DALE’S DOLLAR TREE ad. And all the other ads too, I guess. I don’t understand The Fucky List, but thanks for that too! Thank you for JACK IN THE BOX JESUS which has caused my internet to constantly recommend me eat at Jack in the Box, despite the closest one being literal continents away.

Thank you for continuing to choose this. For being open to sharing so much of yourselves with us. Thank you for fan interactions and live listens, Q&As and twitter replies and twitch streams and retweets and Beyond the Falls. Thank you for the love and care you show us all, which above all feels genuine. 

Thank you for being the catalyst for a community where I finally feel like I belong. Like I’m important. Like I matter. Thank you for being the reason for hours and days and weeks and months of in-jokes and teasing and theories and head canons and screaming and food talk and love. For so much kindness. And acceptance. For a space to be myself without fear. For people I feel like I’ve known lifetimes, and for whom I hope I can love for lifetimes more. For people to cheer on, and cry with, and poke fun at. For stupid nickname changes, and memes and words in reactions. For making me feel like i’m part of something much bigger than me. For a place to be passionate without judgement. For a place to just be. For friends. For family.

Thank you for the push I’ve needed to create again. And for all the others you’ve inspired too. 

Every moment inside King Falls have been an absolute blessing, but the impact it’s had on my life outside of it is absolutely everything.

Congratulations on (almost) 100 episodes. What an adventure it’s been. I’m so excited for everything the future of King Falls holds, but most of all; Thank you for making this fuckin’ mean something.