#i wasnt expecting everyone to be darker

[andromeda-nova-writing]

I just have mixed feelings about Natlan. Like I can see they are getting certain things right but at the same time fuck colorism. If I was in the game I'd be a npc with how dark my skin is. And I ain't even dark.

[backwzzds]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ grumpy daddies that softened up over time, supernovas

one piece men who didn’t want kids at first, but changed their minds the further they got into fatherhood.

TRAFALGAR LAW

okay you getting pregnant was nowhere near law’s 10 year book of plans. honestly, being in a relationship with someone wasnt either, but you rewrote his expectations the moment he met you.

but having a baby? that was pushing it.

law was always hesitant of starting a family of his own because the one person he did call his family was taken from him at a very young age. and with the world we lived in, the last thing he wanted to do was bring a child into this madness, especially as a pirate amongst the supernovas.

you were always nervous on how law would react to having a kid, especially at such a young age. i mean, you were 23 and he was 26–not really ideal ages to have kids. but the man was so pussy drunk, the darker side of him was willing for one night—just one night—to risk it all to shoot his load between your velvety walls. now you two were facing the consequences.

the first few months were hard. of course, law loved little lea with all his heart. he was never one to deny his little girl, but you were able to tell how new this all was to him. he couldn’t spend all night up studying his med books, instead he had to be in bed by nine sharp, because a certain trafalgar had their bed time at that time.

at this exact moment, law would be hunched over neck deep in some physiology book, scribbling sloppy doctor’s notes on yellow post its. but currently, he was on his side of your shared bed, bedtime story book folded over his eyes as little lea’s head rested snugly on her father’s chest. law’s tattooed fingers protectively held her small frame against his body, almost as if he was keeping her from anyone taking her.

you had just finished doing some spring cleaning when you came into the room. looking around, you noticed that there wasn’t a single surgical book in sight. lea got him so good, she didn’t even let him study before she begged her daddy to read her a bedtime story. and hardly ten minutes in, the same man was cuddling over the same thing he swore he wouldn’t be able to take care of.

RORONOA ZORO

okay we all know zoro is a klutz. the man truly did not mean to get you pregnant. as if he suddenly forgot how biology and science worked, the thought of you getting pregnant the moment he came inside you raw (six times btw) completely slipped his marimo mind.

literally everyone and their mother knew the man hated kids but was somehow one of the best babysitters? if you wanna count out nami and robin. it was no surprise that he’d be a great father once he actually warmed up to it.

so the moment that baby zina turned four, it still felt unreal to him that you two shared an entire human together. ironically, zina had all of zoro’s looks and your entire personality.

that included driving her daddy insane.

“daddy,” zina pulled the pocket of her father’s sweats. zoro grunted with his heavy sword in his mouth, training for the hundredth time that morning. “why is our hair green?”

zoro couldn’t helo but chuckle as he gave out, “not sure.”

not only that, but zina got away with a lot of things even you couldn’t when it came to zoro. you three were at a fair on some summer island, deciding to take zina out for the day. there she was on top of her father’s shoulders, continuously covering and uncovering them as part of a game. “peekaboo!” the little marimo giggled, and to your surprise, zoro actually played back.

usually, you would have expected zoro to get annoyed fairly quickly if it were any other kid. he thought the whole of them were burden’s that talked too much. but he made the little girl sitting atop his shoulders, and he knew half of her belonged to you. so the fact that there was a possibility she’d grow to annoy the shit out if him just as much as you did—he wouldn’t have it any other way.

EUSTASS KID

kid would be the grumpiest dad of it all. he just had a downright shitty pullout game (not that he’d even tried), so it wasn’t a surprise that he got you pregnant fr. he swore up and down he aint want a kid, but the moment baby kuina came out with his fire red hair and bold ass personality—suddenly he was america’s #1 dad.

like seriously, you had no idea after all at fuss you’d find him bathing kuina, feeding her, taking her on walks—everything. the man saw your child more than you and you wasn’t playing dat fr. i mean, as great as it was to get a break from kuina postpartum and kid did all the work, it still amazed you to see such instictive dad behaviors come from him.

like kuina wouldn’t stop crying and you didn’t know why? she’d babble out the words of dada and kid would come flying to her rescue, baby talking back to her.

“aw mama’s being a big scawy meanie?” he’d tease. “i know princess let’s stop crying before uncle kil’ gets the both of us, okay?” kuina wouldn’t even understand half of what her father was saying to her, but he was talking to her and that was all she needed before she’d be thrown in a fit of drooly giggles.

on top of that, but the two would spend hours in the workshop together. “babe don’t forget to take her out every other hour. i don’t want her inhaling any of the fumes for too long,” you’d remind kid as kuina would quietly watch him build something. her pacifier would be tucked tightly between her lips as she almost laid against the terrain of kid’s knees, admiring his handy work.

[ecstasyhighway]

YOU & I | an ellie williams fanfic series

this is a fic that will be posted and mostly updated on wattpad @ecstasyhighway this ff is heavily based off of you the netflix show and inspired by a ff on here which i cannot remember who wrote it but if yk lmk so i can give proper credit.

there is not smut in this little part here but its a filthy ah fic that will become darker as it goes on.

MEN DNI - 16+ i fear (im 17 so if u feel uncomfortable reading from a minor who will be 18 at the end of the year then u dont have to read this i really dgaf.)

ch 1 ch 2

silly story and more ff info under the cut

Ellie had seen you walking around the music store she worked at... her attention automatically shifted from the customer in front of her to you. Your hair, your curves, your eyes. Everything about you was just...

"hello? did you hear me?" the woman raised her voice slightly to get her attention,

Ellie snapped out of her thoughts and focused on the clearly irritated woman in front of her.

"yea my bad, what was that..?"

The lady rolled her eyes and started asking questions about guitar lessons for her son or daughter or some shit, she wasnt really paying attention to the nonsense floating from her mouth.

"yeah, im not the one you go to about that, uhhh my buddy Jesse is in the back, he can help you"

"thanks" and with that, she headed towards the back, muttering words under her breath.

Ellie's attention quickly turned back towards you. She examines you closely. Watching you grab a vinyl from the shelf, Call Me If You Get Lost, is what you had grabbed. Ellie wants to walk over to you, and talk to you but shes scared. What if she says the wrong thing? What if she freaks you out? What if you think shes a weirdo.. She turns away to stop looking at you, her cheeks are red and shes shaking, she is just so nervous and she's not even planning on talking to you... She puts her face in her hands and begins to calm herself down.

"Hi! hello"

A voice chimes from behind her, she turns around and a lump forms in her throat.

Its... you.

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YOU & I | ellie williams.

this is a DARK fanfic. Based heavily off of the show you on netflix and inspired by a fanfic I saw on tumblr. This story has adult themes, sexual themes, stalking, thoughts of killing (no actual killing just thoughts), themes of hate, ellie has slight mental issues (obv shes stalking) age gaps (only 3 years and they're adults). idgaf how old u are this is dark and you have been warned, i am not responsible for any type of reaction you may have to this as ive given you a warning. I will give warnings at the beginning of chapters that might be too dark. again you have been warned.

important - ellie might be a tad ooc, shy!ellie, switch!ellie if you squint. this is a lesbian ff.

MEN DNI I WILL FIND YOU.

reader is afab and 20

ellie is 23

modern au

jessie, dina, joel, tommy, maria, most of the main tlou cast is in this (not everyone will be mentioned or even really have a place in the story, just know they are present)

based in New York (obv)

i am not a professional writer, im simply a girl who writes shit when shes bored, do not expect me to have an upload schedule. I get drained v fast and i want to enjoy writing, its not a job with deadlines. so with that my grammar might be bad, spelling might be ass and if there is any math it will probably be wrong, it might be written in third, or first person i be fuckin up with that but yall will be fine.

YOU & I | ellie williams.

story created and written by @ecstasyhighway

tlou and the characters belongs to Neil Druckmann and Naughty Dog

the story of "YOU" belongs to Netflix

Story was ib by a ff i saw breifly but i don't remember who wrote it so, if yk pls lmk so i can give proper credit

THIS IS FICTION. DO NOT DO THIS SHIT IRL BRUH ITS ACTUALLY WEIRD ASF. AGAIN THIS IS PURELY FICTIONAL. thank yew

uhhhh yeah enjoy ig and i do appreciate any supportive criticism as i am not a professional writer and shit could just be wrong.

also im new to tumblr fanfic writing so yeah 😭.

[thestarsloth]

Hii ! I was wondering if youd do like headcanons or just in general talk about what it would be like for a child of zeus to be in camp half blood. Maybe they went to the same school as percy and grover brought them back too? How would her getting claimed by zeus change the political climate between gods in the first book and stuff(lightning theif) specially since the prophecy said 1 of the kids of the big three wpuld overthrow the gods when they turned 16. Would hera be mad at them and send mosters after them? Thanks in advance ♡

Hello! I am going to do two lists to include both headcanons and also just talk :))

Headcanons:

even before getting claimed, chiron looked at you like something was off

sitting alone at the table is lonely, especially when you hear the whispers and see the scared glances of the other campers

your cabin doesnt have the warmth that comes with the laughter of your siblings

after getting claimed, no one dares to look you in the eyes

the sky seems to get darker whenever your mood is worse than usual

no one congratulates you on your wins, because you could never possibly not win, you are a child of zeus after all

people dont respect you. they fear you

So! I think that (another) zeus child wouldnt come to camp with grover, but they would have to figure everything or most stuff out and survive on their own. Hera definately would send monster after monster and honestly there is a big chance they wouldnt make it to camp.

Also there would be a lot more pressure in the first book, with TWO kids of the big three getting claimed. The gods would definately be pissed, maybe the teams would change. Like, idk, zeus and poseidon against the others or even three teams? I think the zeus child would be a sign to chiron to change things, maybe send four people to the quest. Also everyone would think the zeus kid should be rivals with percy, bc we all know why, but also because everyone thought percy stole the bolt and maybe the zeus kid was there to punish him?

Pretty sure the kid would hang out with percy, i believe they would bond over the prophecy. Maybe as a child of zeus they would have a feeling of having to be the one, of having to be perfect and strong and all of that, but not meeting the world's expectations???

Honestly i have never thought of that! Thank you for the ask (i hope that is what you wanted hehe wasnt very sure) <3

[venomroses]

[ID: tags that say "#i hope this is ok to rb but this is literally so real #like i have thoughts on this i wont put an essay in your tags but just yeah". end ID]

see basically like. ok.

Firstly theres the fact that the story is set in 2019 after whats most likely decades of war. Judging by the cars and technology used [disregarding for a moment the advancements made by bl/ind im referring here to the casette tech used so to speak] aka trans ams and boomboxes and both cds and casettes the wars mentioned [and the apocalypse. ofc.] could have happened anywhere from the veeeeery early 2000s to the late 70s.

Esp since dr d is in his mid forties and mentions that he did in fact participate in one of these wars [the analog wars] which would imply he was in his mid 20s at the oldest. that's two decades prior to the story putting the analog wars in the mid to late 90s. WITH THAT IN MIND

[swampgallows]

i think what exhausts me most about 'anti anti' 'purity culture' 'darker themes' shit is everyone arguing about whether or not something is offensive and that they have the right to make things even if people find it offensive. to me this is just tumblrs version of trigglypuff gamergate antiwoke shit of looking for shit to get mad about and starting the conversation in defense expecting to offend others when i really really really wish sometimes people would focus on the reciprocal. like what are you contributing to the world by making this? what is the purpose of you putting this out into the world into the public eye to be seen? because thats what the internet is. its the world stage, even if you think youre backstage or off in a corner, if it were genuinely something you were worried about the reception to you would not post it online. anecdotal but i see a lot of sentiment being creating things purely out of spite against 'the haters' or 'anti antis' or 'pearl clutchers' or the 'fiction isnt reality and ill prove it' crowd, 'im going to ship these characters just to upset the antis! im gonna post this stuff knowing its going to upset people!'. it very much is reality that youre pouring time and effort and energy and resources into creating something. and for what? if its personal expression what are you expressing? is someone legitimately preventing you from expressing yourself or sharing your work or are you whining 'let people have fun' at the smallest iota of criticism? if you are so acutely aware of the content youre creating being potentially offensive to people or including questionable themes, what if their purpose? if you are knowingly doing something inflammatory with the intent to offend why are you somehow surprised that the outcome is........... people being offended? if this wasnt your explicit purpose then...what was it? what is the purpose?

[trippygalaxy]

Or after Farola’s “YOU SIT ON A THRONE OF COWARDICE” he can yell back.

“I HAVE DONE EVERYTHING FOR EVERYONE ELSE! I HAVE TRIED TIME AND TIME AGAIN TO MAKE YOUR LIVES BETTER THAN MINE EVER HAS BEEN, BUT I CAN NEVER DO ENOUGH!” His tears fall freely in front of his daughter. “I will never ask you to forgive me, but please…”

The king falls to his knees, his hands gripping the boots on the princess’s feet. “Take your anger out on me,” his voice cracks, “not the guards, not your younger brother, not your mother. Me.”

Can you tell that I love King Warriors👉👈

She stands there, looking down at the weeping man who clings to her feet like a worshipper does to their god. The mess of the man barely resembles her father. Barely resembles the hero she admired and fawned over, barely resembles the man she swore to do right by. No. This is no king, no hero, no father.

This is a coward who failed every title given to him.

He failed Hyrule. He failed Mother. He failed Ruladin. He failed Farola. But worst of all, he failed his first born, Nayati.

CRACK

He hadn’t expected the boot to his nose, the sheering pain and audible crack that follows as hes thrown onto his back. His lips are warm with blood and his vision is blurred as he stared up to the high roofed hallway, he felt lightheaded and dizzy from such a simple attack…his years truly have caught up to him. How pathetic of him.

He could hear gasps, hes not sure from who. Hes not sure if he wants to know.

Warriors— Link…he expected another strike, perhaps another kick or maybe Farola needed to feel his blood on her finger tips. He couldn’t make out her form in the moment as all sorts of light and blurred forms shuffle over him. Some darker greys, armoured guard crouched down to his sides -he assumes, at least- as a range of hazy colours shamble away and being the source of muffled noises of distress.

He felt himself being gently lifted -the movement was more akin to dragging as the king made no move to assist- to a sitting position.

He wanted to lie back down. Let Farola grieve the only way she knew how to, the only way she was taught to. It wasnt her fault, she lost a brother, the one person she ever opened up to….the only person Link could get information from about his daughter….

The only connection they truly had…was gone.

[woundworship]

i really dont get people saying that the new series is so "dark" and "gritty"... like, the source material has always been dark for something aimed at younger kids. i know it may not seem like it because you have those nostalgia goggles on, but it was!

mallory literally was kidnapped by gnomes because she was 'too pretty', then drugged and almost turned into an actual metal statue. the elves would have kept jared with them forever if he hadnt outsmarted them. the creatures have always been murderous, people-eating beasts. the movie just made them feel silly and not that scary for well. obvious marketing reasons. though i will admit i wasnt expecting them to have one of the main characters commit cannibalism without his knowledge and not even mention it, but! its in the folklore!

but even though the story was always a bit darker, i really didnt find the show that dark? if anything, i found the fae in it goofy a lot of the time. and if by "dark" people mean the environmentalist angle, that 1. has always been there lmao and 2. is the natural progression of things. you literally cant make a story about fae without talking about the environment.

im not saying it's perfect. i do agree we shouldve gotten more creatures, which may sound weird since the show was so mulgarath-focused, but everyone was always in their human form. thats boring! i want critters!!! little guys!!!!! i think a second season is unlikely, but if it does happen, id love it if they got tony diterlizzi to do the character design and even brought holly black in to help with the script.

anyway. literally no one cares about this and only me and idk, other 25 people have even watched the show, but as always I Must Yap

[fisherrprince]

I hope you don't mind me asking, but what are your blind thoughts going into stormblood? Although you mentioned having received slight spoilers, despite what you may or may not know, are you hopeful or wary about the upcoming expansion ahead of you and ch'ahri?

I dunno hardly AAANNYTHING here is a complete list of my thoughts

kugane tower jumping puzzle (I will not be attempting to win this one) (I’m decent at jumping puzzles, but only because I’m on controller and enjoy platformers)

Godzilla 💕💕💕💕 no one told me Godzilla was here (seriously even the music and laser beams were goji-like) - they seem to be leaning into some tropes this time (with Gosetsu as well)

people seem to like the omega raids? excited for those. Halfway thru Alexander as we speak and those are fun I love gobbie

i am slightly wary going into the actual story content, since the concept of freeing ala mhigo is a healthy amount of detached from real-world allegories but also a healthy amount more connected to real world conflict around annexed powers and occupied peoples than we’ve previously gone into. It’s very grounded - the primal is a consequence, rather than a part of the conflict, and I expect them to split the focus. Insofar as post-arr and heavensward are, I mostly like how they handle complex societal topics and I trust them as far as not mucking it up entirely goes, but I put myself at a literary distance about the whole thing because im not one to speak about if they’re gonna handle it well. I’m gonna watch and mess around in the world they give me first. As far as pre-stormblood goes, in my not-a-guy-who-knows-things opinion, they handled it about a 7/10? Some dialogue bothered me, some things were like dam the horrors of war and desperation so true😔 (this is a positive). Some things were like yo is that Godzilla

I do LIKE the tone though. I think they did a tonal shift into something a little darker and brought in a Silly Guy to balance it, and it feels like they have a complete grip around their overarching story and world now.

I also wonder if they’re doing two things at once and how they’ll handle it? I want to visit Doma. I want to visit doma I want to visit that underwater bubble city you look like the monkie kid dragon place. Ch’ari will probably like it too, he’s one of those weird cats who likes water and being in water

i wasnt all that interested in the trailer aside from pretty location, it seems very stereotypical fantasy asia world tour. meteor buddy grow your hair out you look so good in Dawntrail

im trying to keep my opinions my own, since I hardly hear anyone talk about stormblood, sandwiched as it is between heavensward (everyone’s first exposure to the good kush) and shadowbringers (everyone’s perfect baby). So, about 1/4 wary of the msq content, 1/2 excited for the new dungeons and fights (is all of stormblood going to have 15+ enemies coming at you at once?? My frames get scared unless I’m wired into the internet and go down to 30 fps when they all load in), 1/4 excited to see new environments and new characters again :]

Ari is always excited to go to a new place. He always tries to make a good first impression, because whatever you do next (even if you’re rude) is colored by your first impression, and it sometimes fails and sometimes works to his benefit. He didn’t have a good reputation in Limsa, and it was shaky AT BEST in Ishgard, this is the first city he goes where either no one knows him or if they do know him it’s in a positive light. New experience for kitty

[cloudyscreams]

ok i finished hugtto and i wouldnt call it the worst season ever but it was very weird...maybe i havent watched precure in a long time but something was off

most implied and/or open endings actually live rent free in my head so thats not my issue; however the time travel fuckery is something i hate with a passion for multiple reasons and i wish hugtto didnt do this to me....wouldnt say its something i genuinely hate about the season but for the lightheartedness of most episodes i definitely didnt expect this emotional warfare

i loved most characters but i dont feel as attached as i did with other cures; the amount of villains kinda did a disservice to them (especially gelos being too similar to papple and having almost 0 development THOUGH i appreciate the feminist agenda lmao)

also hate that harry kinda exists in a limbo...they didnt elaborate on cure tomorrow situation with him and i feel like that set up was kinda a big poof, probably the most out of all others

honestly the age difference between hana and george was slightly weird but its kinda understandable...i guess as a grief themes obsessed person he hit the nail on the head for me, if people want to bring up him being a creep (which he still was! and i think its kinda the point) then we kinda have to remember he literally tortured his future ex lover so i dont think he had any rationality left in him (and that is, again, the point with him)

my brain is fried from coding for 6 hours but this is as much as i can say about hugtto i guess

wasnt the best season but definitely wasnt the worst (heartcatch and fwp stay undefeated/hj)

EDIT: actually i take some things back! as i actually do a lot even if you look at me going from ep to ep

i think what might have altered my opinions is the fact that i watched it on the *background* and only at work (as opposed to aikatsu stars) so i went from binging to big pause to binging again and i think it might explain my problems with pacing since it seems no one else thinks so

i actually do think i emjoyed it a lot eith one big exception: the theming was actually a little flat

rather than underwhelming battles, the motto of you can be anything didnt really get through fully since they abanonded hana's backstory, kinda glossed over henri's decisions and development and even saya was a little too rushed (though i appreciate her storyline)

i might be misremembering out of nostalgia but i feel like smile dealed with its themes a bit better, especially in the finale

personally i think the season would benefit from comitting to grief and connection without taking the easy roads of the second all stars movie; literally everyone in the seaosn had to grief something or someone even if not forever (for example sayas mom WAS grieving her daughters childhood which is normal and fine and would make a stronger decision of making her the monster)

also the job aspect was kinda gimmicky, as much as i love hana becoming a ceo it still could happen without those job bits, especially when family influence theme is right there and hanas mom is also right there

i still would prefer less "funny" episodes because we got no development for at least half of the cast (and maybe to justify the darker settings) but i change what i said to "this was a very solid season actually"

[goldenwitherphoenix13]

You actually make a great point. And I think I can make a tangent out of this.

Friendly reminder, this is discussing characters and not the content creators. I love the characters and the story they portray. I just wanna talk about how crule the characters themselves are.

The other emperors are all gonna be against him for his villain arc, right? Even others on their villain arcs are against him because while Jimmy is on the evil side, he still has the law to his side. They want Jimmy to stop being corrupt and evil because hes not gonna be as fun to mess with since he now poses a true threat instead of being a weak joke, even though they wanted this in the first place.

Remember when Sausage said "if this doesnt start his villain arc i dont know what will." When Joel made the statue? Because I do. They asked for it. Jimmy not only gave them what they wanted, he weaved it to help himself not caring for what others tell him. Pix says he can't take down the pranks like the wall because "it's artwork of the god's." But Jimmy doesn't care anymore.

Yet when everyone fights back, 1 of 2 things will happen.

1: They realise 'oh shoot, we've messed up and mentally broken the sheriff' and peacefully make it better.

2: They don't realise it, continue calling the sheriff corrupt, and defeat him in a way that forces him back into a position of taking hit after hit and being that joke they love.

Something else I noticed, as a bonus, Jimmy was a toy, but just not physically. He isn't a living doll or stuffed plushy or anything like that. He's everyone else's outlet. They make fun of him, pull him about, wind him up and break him. Like how we squeeze plush toys to relieve stress and make them feel what we want. We break them in angry spats and arguments, we tear and crack them, and if toys were sentient, I think they would have a right to be angry at us ruining them. The emperors are all playing with the sheiffs mental health, playing jump rope with it. They ruin his mental heath for their enjoyment. And the sheriff no longer wanted to feel like that. He no longer wanted to be treated as a joke, a weakling, a toy. He wanted to feel human and powerful.

But the others? They want their toy back. They want someone to be the weakest and play with their mental stability, even if they dont realise that they are actually playing with it. They think its just fun between friends, but the sheriff doesn't see it that way.

Jimmy taking down the bigger pranks and taking his anger out on objects is less evil and more just actual techniques of dealing with pent up anger. Jimmy stealing the anvils, things that are replacable, is a petty thing that can be fixed. Or COULD of been fixed if Lizzie wasnt so impatient and didn't decide to blow up the sheriff and all his gear plus the 150+ anvils he had. Let's not forget, she's the one who destroyed the anvils. Jimmy didn't intend to do that. And what he stole, while annoying to make, was both replacable and retrievable. False has an iron farm after all. She can easily help everyone get new anvils.

But if we wanna take things to the extreme, the others trying to stop Jimmy's villain arc, are stopping Jimmy from getting help. If he's essentially on a self help arc, then others stopping him is them saying " no you can not have that."

At this point, almost half of the emperors are villains or bad guys in their own way. I mean, just look at some of these emperors.

Fwhip is a gaslighting and manipulative goblin,

Joel is an arrogant and prideful god with little care for humanity, even if seeing the hermits did teach him better and he's kinda redeemed now,

Joey is a greedy, judging and lustful pirate,

Scott is a sly and theiving adventurer,

Jimmy isn't just on a villain arc. He's on the darker path with a vengeful and angry drive to take back control of his life and stop the excessive jokes at his expence. Villainous emperors already disrespected him, he expected it and it mentally damaged him before, but he was ok because he felt that there were people he could confide in. Gem, Katherine, False, Pix, Scott, they all cared enough to not betray him to his face. But when someone like Gem suddenly betrayed him, someone who is supposed to be kind and pasifistic, then he knows that no one is with him. He's got no one to confide in. If no one will help him, then he will help himself. He will do what he can to help himself, even if it's a bit evil. Others who try to stop him without offering an alternative are just accidentally saying that he doesn't deserve help. That he should suck it up and take it on the chin.

But is that any healthier than getting rid of something that had been mentally destroying him and his spirit, taking his frustration out on statues and making others feel his frustration? He needs a better outlet, that's for sure, but the others really aren't giving him that outlet.

Sorry if that got off topic too much.

Long story short, the sheriff is being denied therapy and healthy coping mechanisms and when he tries something that isn't exactly healthy but is working and isn’t hurting himself or others, he's put down by the other characters and it's cruel. He's a broken villain, and he's not gonna get better until the others stop and look at him.

Jimmy's 'villain arc' is just his self help and mental health arc

Like- he's getting rid of everything that has been used against him ( Joel's statue, the walls, ext) and is beginning to be more open about himself (I mean this is the physical way and as an ace I am laughing)

But also he's taking away triggers that hurts him (the anvils, Joel.... More to add ig)

Who cares if he's being a little illegal and corrupt and wants the world to end, that's just his little way of getting back on track .. .

(obviously this is /lh or /j)

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Karma's Nasty Bite

Masterlist

Summary: Charles has spent the last few centuries hunting his maker ready to make them pay for the life they stole from him. Charles- now going by walter finalky finds his maker. But his maker was not what he expected and things take a dramatic turn.

Warnings: adult situation +18, NO MINORS, vampire au, gore, anxiety, Confrontation, humiliation, degradation, name calling, swearing, non con?, smut,

A/n: holy shit can you belive this is my first vamp au? Seriously like wtf? Anyway im very happy with this one! I love it even if it isnt as smutty and i intended but whatever im pleased, and i hope you all enjoy!

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Walter snarled lunging at his prey, though this time it wasnt his usual strange human with a blood fetish that his hands narrowly missed, it was her the one he'd been hunting all this time! Centuries of prowling england and he found his biggest game here of all places!? Or better yet she had found him, luring him out with yet another ding dong dash bite, turning a fledgling loose in his territory for him to deal with.

He'd fantasised many times over what he'd do once he found his maker. He'd kill them, torture them slowly! Lock them up somewhere with silver chains and make the bleed out slowly starve them whilst parading humans past their cell to tease them with the scents of fresh meals.

As the years passed his plans for his maker grew darker, the hate inside on him boilin over untill he was this brooding male forced to endure humanities stupidity. But out of every scenario he'd come up with, his maker was never a woman, but a male- a servant or some lowly lord that he had insulted, maybe even bedded their wife leading them to inflict such a cruel revenge.

His maker being a woman hadn't crossed his mind. And her being one which he'd bedded over and over in king henry's court as the duke of sufolk was so far fetched he was sure he was seeing things. But no this was definitely the devilsh harlot he'd fucked and filled over and over in hampton court palace.

You truley were stupid if you thought you were getting away from him unscathed. No. He was going to ruin you like never before! But first he would subdue you and talk, force you to tell him why youd fucked, fed, turned and then abandoned him to his fate in the kings halls surrounded by priests and god fearing courtiers.

"You?!" The word was lost in a feral growl, his fangs errupting from his jaw with such ferocity that his pin teeth also sprouted from his lower, tiny needle like points hidden behind his blunt human teeth that would clamp onto unwilling prey, holding them still as he fed.

The woman took a step back, there was something different about her. She was still the stunningly exotic female he'd soiled over and over after her promise of being barren and unable to bleed let alone produce a bastard. Her cat like eyes complimenting the feline grace she held. The feminine yet deadly way she carried herself had been what drew him to her, she was a fire that everyone wanted to burn them. It was common knowledge she was barren and unable to wed so she became a loose woman. But there wasnt a thing loose about her apart from her morals.

"Yes me charles"

"Its walter now you fucking WHORE!" He threw himself at her this time his hand squeezing her neck just below her jaw. She gasped in pain and moved to calw at his thick hand clutching her brutally. The panic of being out manoeuvred so quickly changing her scent to one of desperate fear.

It wasnt that he could suffocate her, vampires didnt breath. It was that the nerves and tendons that controlled a vampires fang reflexes were vulnerable at the jaws hinge and top of the throat, and the venom glands. And they were extremely sensitive, the slightest touch was agony. And he was squeezing tightly, threatening to snap them so she'd never feed again. The worst thing to happen to a vampire, the slowest most painfull fate. To become emaciated never actually dying but being nothing but skin and bone paralised for eternity in a wooden box driven made.

"N-no please-please dont!" You pleaded crying out still feebly pulling at his hand not daring to claw at him when his hands were holding your feeding muscles and venom glands so tightly.

"Why not!? You deserve it you deceitful wench!" He hissed giving you a light shake makkingnyou whimper at him squintinnyour eyes closed. You'd not been sure of his reaction to you. You knew he'd be angry but you couldnt put it off anymore the last centuries had been a colourless meaningless void since leaving him. You couldnt help it anymore you had to seek him out, to beg for forgivness and pray he would overlook your silly mistake and let you nest with him ... but you didnt have much hope you knew well enough god doesnt grant your kind mercy.

"I d-didnt know!" You sobbed trying hear to hold back the tainted crimson droplets, the tears that had caused this entire thing!

"How?! How could you not know!? You'd left me to die" the once duke growled, nostrils flared and lip curled into a cruel snarl. He clearly wandpted answers but his hand was tightening bringing more tears to your eyes, the red beads over flowing before trailing streaks of crimson across your cheeks.

"Y-young! Young! 'Ease ple-" you tried pleading through the pain of his hand clampig over your tendons at your jaw, they ached and throbbed, the acidic taste of vemnom flooded your mouth ad the strong fingers dug into the glands below your jaw.

"Young? YOUNG?! YOU THINK THATS AN EXCUSE! YOU RUINED MY LIFE!" Walter bellowed in a rage backing you up into the wall behind you shuntingnyour bones into the brick makingnthe tremble fiercely, the ominous crumbling sound accompanied by dust plumeing into the air around you.

"You made me into this monster, a satan spawn, a souless bloodthirsty demon." Walters words were poisonous wrath, his words continued to spill as his body began trembling, eye seeping int a dark maroon almost black as he snarled his fury.

"I bled alone. Turned alone, awoke alone in that room- i came to in a pool of my own blood." His voice wavered a crack in he solid distain as he recounted what had happened after youd left.

"I was delirious, I could see the dust in the air, hear the heart beat of every single person in hampton court!" His words began to morph into a whistful rasp, emotions running high. He leant in, giving you a taste of his scent. It may havebeen over five centuries but he smelled the same, as all do at their turning. His scent was of parchment whine and snuffed out candles a light scent of sage from the bathing soaps he had used. Walter was still your charles. Just a very lonely sour version.

"I could smell the scent of my blood lingering in the air like a fucking ambrosia. And the poor maid? She was innocent but i jumped her, with no control at all, tareing into her- i still hear her gurglingwet screams as she pleaded with her last breaths- inhad to cut her throat and fake a fucking murder attempt!" You relaxed into him dropping your hands from his and wept silently. Youd have looked away from him if you could but the hand on your neck held you still. He was angry confused and he looked tired, not for lack of sleep but tired from exsisting, he didnt want to be here and endure this but unlike the myths vampires do not die so easily. Only their maker can kill them. Its the ultimate responsibility of create a fledgling.

"I-im so sorry- i am- it was an accident" you wimpered but yelped as he brought his other hand up landing a frustrated fist on the wall against your face. You were beginning to truly panic, he was well fed and strong, strongr then you at this moment and could easily do some damage, enough to incapacitate you if he wanted to.

"Do you know how scared i was? Can you imagine? I wanted to kill my own son! Who i loved so dearly, i had to abandon everything! My life, my identity my home family everything!" You closed your eyes not willing to look at him, even through the snarling and savagry you could hear the strain, the fear and hurt behinde it all. He still mourned the family he pnce had. You knew the feeling the longong to go back and hold your loved ones one last time. That had been what cused all of this, that need to return to a life you nolonger had.

"And you tell me it was an accident? A fucking mistake!" He raged leaning ever closer cool breath from his words fanning over you, his dark insidious eyes glinting in the dim light of room, his fangs gleaming the small points of pin teeth making you shudder in fear.

"I-i know! I know- please i want to explain!" And you did. You wanted him to give you the chance to explain and redeem yourself! If not your were completely fucked you needed him to take you in as his. To pull you into his nest and create a coven or else you were doomed.

You'd run away. Many covens held the darker skinned vampires hostage, they could blend in more with humans unlike the deathly pale ones. A darker skinned vampire was used to act as bait, lure out meals for them letting their covens feed from the source instead of doner blood stollen from blood banks. You were like a lioness doing all of the work yet receiving little in return, the covens gave you enough to survive but never enough for you to fight and escape. You were slave to your coven, so fled when they made a move on newly turned fledglings in their territory.

"Then tell me you fucking harlot!" He roared snapping his jaws at you barely missing your soft flesh. You quivered and gasped out in pain. His anger had rtravled thrpugh his hand squeezing a little too tight making words difficult. He faltered at you, frowning locking his jaw with a growl but loosened his fingers at your neck before hissing a vicious 'speak' at you.

"I was newly turned, i-i met you after i was abandoned. Id only been alone for a few months, i started bedding humans . I thought i could control it" you trembled you wasnt trying to make excuses or justify what you did. But you did want to explain you hant meant to do this, you hadnt wanted to harm him, much less turn him.

"I-if i could resist feeding during sex i could go home- to my family! I just wanted to see my ma once more before she died that was all" you stuttered weakly, shaking your head at him.

"The others i could resist - but you? You were somthing else. I felt a stronger pull so seduced myou more and more! I was trying to learn how to be safe"

"But i... i couldnt stop it. In my struggle to stop i bite to deep and then... i knew you were gojng to bleed out. I cried mourning you... my tear fell into your wound and..." yoh trailed off shoulders shaking with silent sobs you truley did regret pushing yourself that night. It ate away at you, he was the first human youd been able to resist despite the mouthwatering scent. You enjoyed his companionship, he was unlike the rest he made you feel alive.

"The blood tears turned me? You... mourned me?" Walter whispered under his breath, he was shocked to say the least. He'd never thought you would have been young or made him by mistake. He had always assumed it was vindictive and his turningnhad been done on purpose for land or wealth revenge even!

"Yes, i panicked and ran i didnt know untill years later. Im sorry i should have never continued to seek yoh out when your sent drew me in to you soo much. But i blieved you were my final challenge, that if i could resist you i could resist all!" Any kindness on hos face quickly became rage as you revealed your thoughts over him. Despite apologising he seemd even angrier then before and his hands peeled you from the brick work behind yoh and fisted his hands into your hair presenting your vulnerable neck to him once more.

"So you were a fumbling fledgling? My transformation was becuase of a fucking challenge you set yourself? You played with my fucking life!" His thunderous snarl was dangerously close to your neck, his breath making your skin prickle. Your eyes were blurred, loo,ing to the ceiling witha red hue as you wept. You felt his nose graze your lower jaw and panicked, hands co eing up to his chest pushing at him willing him away as your fate seemed all but sealed.

"I didnt mean it! I-it was the sex, something was different with you!" You sobbed out trying desperately to find something to appease the huge angry male before you.

"Sex? My fate sealed by my own sexual prowess?" He asked muscles bulging under the knit sweater he wore, threatening to wear out the stitches as he raged below.

"Yes... You were better! The things you did to me- the feelings i swear my heart jumped everytime- a heartbeat charles! Id gone over a year without one it was addictive! Surely you can understand" you pleaded with him still hopingnyoud manage to get through to him, that you could make him see what you were to one another. Mates. True mates that needed one another.

You hadnt understood at the time no one had told you! And for so long your mourned the loss of him. It wasnt untill seventy years ago you'd picked up on his scent you'd brushed it off but as time moved on you were scenting him more and more, faint wisps not enough to track. Untill finaly a few weeks ago you'd heard of him, an old vampire from your time working for the human police. A vampire detective in chasing up a spite turning. The others spome of him with slight trepidation he was said to a grumpy bear of a man solemn and bitter, as the story goes he was once high nobility in an english court but was bitten and abandoned by his maker.

It was then you knew. Your charles, your mate had somehow turned and youd him in his hour of need. It are away at you and the guilt prompted you to seek him out the next time you were able to leave the nest alone.

"A heart beat? No impossible those are fucking stories!" He released you in seconds throwing you back into the wall and stepped back, you may aswell have scakded him with how he tore awayfrom you. Eyes wide and chest heaving a low rumbleing growl echoing in his chest and he drew in breaths he didnt need.

"Its true! I didnt understand at the time but now i do, you were my mate! Only a mate can cause such a thing!" You pleaded with uim to see. You had mourned him soo long you needed him to accept it, to belive you now and take you in.

"No... no it cannot be you lying whore!" He yelled now overwhelmed by what you had to say. It was clear he was confused, probably by his hesitance. You imagine he'd spent many long nights planning what he'd do once he found his maker. But as he looked at you he felt something strange and unsettling. Deep down he knew there was a truth to your words, he could feel it in his bones.

"Im telling you its true! Trust me!" You said shuffling towards him with unsteady steps, knees quivering every bone in your body told you to run, to escape this powerful lone vampire. But you wouldnt, he'd give chase and attack on instinct. He'd hurt you first and ask more questions later and in your frail malnourished state you wouldnt be able to endure much of hos wrath.

"Trust? I would not trust you if you told me the sky was blue! Let alone trust your my mate" he spat at you eyes now two narrow slits, sharp cold garnets gazing at you with a cofused distaste. Thick heavy brows drawing into a deep v and his tongue rolling over his lip and fangs, his own venom permeating the air.

It was intoxicating to see him in such a state, you felt as if your legs had melted below you. You feet nailed to the floor under his gaze. You now remembered what is fwlt like to be prey, the chill up your spine shuddering violently, fear pricking each nerve like ice picks. But even so you stood reasonably still, clenching your fists, he wanted you to run. To back down so he'd have reason to lunge again. But you werent gojng to. With a deep unnecessary breath you spoke quietly into the space between you, cutting the air with soft words.

"Yet you feel it to otherwise youd have killed me already cha-walter" the male hissed looking away with a earth shattering snarl before locking his eyes on you again frustration across his face.

"You have no idea what i feel your deceitful little bitch!" The words were spat once more, but more in denile then actuall rage, his ire now directed inward towards himself.

"Yes i do, please charles, please just give me a chance to prove to you we are mates" you pleaded inching forward tk him one hand pressed against your cold still heart as if feeling for a beat, any indicaion you hadnt made it up, it hadnt been a cruel trick. You wanted to feel that again, the light lub-dub of your heart jumping for him.

"Prove? You want to prove it how?! By letting you feed on me, that would be fucking convenient useing me to regain your lost strenght! Or perhaps we put it to the test!" What had started as a humourless scoff became a threat, a dark promise from one monster to another.

"Maybe i could fuck you now, mount you like the frail cunt you are, break you as you deserve to be broken! With painfully deep, pelvis crushing fucks, treat you like the wreched villainous witch you are!" Youd been anticipating much, violenc hate, hollow words but not that. Youd not ever thought he would threaten bedding you so violently.

"What?! No-noo charles-walter, your grace please- please you'll hurt me you can harm me now- your a male stronger then me and well fed!" Your plea fell on deaf ears as he quickly gained on you, long legs closing the space between you and a vice like grip snagging one fore arm jerking you into his chest. You fouht feebly striking his chest and shoulder with the single free hand you had.

You shouted yelling and pleading with him as he began to move you across his apartment, trying to dig your heels into the floor below. But a violent pull had you staggering out of the red bottomed shoes almost breaking your ankles as you lost all balance and tumbled behind him.

"As i recall madame,you used to enjoy the rougher touch, so you'll forgive me if i ignore your wailing and fuck you into repentance anyway!" His words were dark. Darker then any you'd heard before as he crissed the threshold of his bed room and swung his arm around flinging you into a long stagger only to cartch yourself on the bed with your hands. As your knees hit the floor.

You snapped your head in to his direction pivoting your body to face him frightened yet aroused as your saw him casually kick the door closed behind him making the wall shudder from the force.

"We shall soon see if you awaken my still heart! If not i'll see to it you spend eternity in a fucking box!" He anounced whilst waltzing towards you hands at his belt unbuckling it with a villainous smirk. You pressed backwards jnto the bed hands clutching at the soft covers in anticipation. Your heat already dampening craveing this male- unable to deny your mate and his obvious arousal.

"And if you are my mate? You'll spend an eternity on all fours and earn my forgivness~" he huffed out a laugh watching your thighs clench at his words as his jeans were undone and fell to the floor. He stepped out of them lazily andcrossed the last few steps standing over you. Feet planted either side of your hips hard cock poised at your lips almost smearing himseld across them like a lip balm. He moved b4inging both hands to the roots of your curls preparing to use them as reins. You wimpered at the slight sting of his pulling.

"Keep your fangs retracted if you know whats good for you~" he grolwed before pulling you closer rutting his cock agaisnt your face leaving his cum cross your skin laughing as you opened your mouth for him despite cringing

"Well look at that~ you realy are hungry arent you? Poor starving little slut just begging for a little morsel~ who am i to deny a cock hungry whore" he mused grinding his cock against your face teasing your lips with the crown of his cock tracing your cupids bow forcing your the smeel his weeping cock. Het he held you still in his hands stopping you from engulfing him and nursing like some filthy cheap harlot. You whined closing your eyes as hetoyed with you untill with a low chuckle he embedded himself into your waiting mouth, stretchingnyour throat innone swoop then relaxed holding still pressing your nose intp his curls.

"There we go~ a nice proper mouthfull for the greedy little bitch." he sighed tensing hks hands before dragging you backwards only to rut your face again. You cried around his cock trying to deny the intense feeling of having your mates skin against yours, almost drunk off the scent of him, the taste of his velvet skin only adding to your rapture. You sat limp letting him do as his pleased li,e you would every night from now on. Becuase you both knew in this moment you were each others eternity.

[nyashykyunnie]

AHHHH I LOVED THE DILUC FATHER SCENARIO!! Could i request for childe father scenario please!! ☺

A/N: HIII ANON!! I’m glad you liked the Father Diluc I made! Oh, oh and your request is actually perfect timing too! This will no longer be JUST Father Childe! We have Bonus Kaeya too! Tyvm for requesting!!!!!

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Eleventh of The Fatui Harbingers, Childe, who’s always eager for a challenge. This man holds his ground for being one of the most dangerous member of Snezhnaya’s Darker Side. Though in your eyes? He was your father, the man who always appears with a beaming smile along with his presence that is as warm as the sun. 

Out of all the boys, this man is well versed when it comes to taking care of children. After all, it’s a second nature he developed being part of a big family. 

With you, everyone doubts that he is a velvet sheath that houses an ostensibly ornamental blade whose unpredictability puts people on edge. Well, you are his child. No father would ever want their kin to see the darkside of their being.

He dotes you a lot, always ready to give you all the sweet pecks and hugs. Whenever you giggle out loud and grin happily, his heart melts into a puddle and he can’t help but just give you more and more.

However, although he is your father, he is still Childe- the Eleventh Of The Fatui Harbingers. He is bound by duty to serve his Lady Tsaritsa. He is a warrior who dedicates his faith to her. So he has to leave you behind with his siblings.

It aches him to the core, he wants to spend time with you- But he needs to go. Truth be told, Childe is always itching to have everything finished. He ends duties as fast as he could just so he can come home and spend his time with you more.

His return is always extravagant, a ship loaded with all sorts of toys and clothes- It’s all for you. It’s one of his ways to compensate for the seconds he wasnt able to spend with you. One time, he even bought a playhouse that was the size of an ordinary house except it was decorated like that of a duke’s palace. 

You think that’s all? I beg to differ, in fact, our dear Childe hasn’t even started with you yet!

He’ll spoil you with affection, showering your small body with so much fatherly love. Childe will also let you watch him cook your favourite meal (Bonus dessert too since he loves you so very much!)

“Daddy? What is it like in Liyue?” You tip your head as your father softly bounced you on his lap “Uncle Teucer said that the waters there dont freeze! Is it true?”

“Mhm, the climate there is very warm unlike here in Snezhnaya” Childe replies with a smile.

“What else is in there, daddy? Is there a flower garden there like the bedtime stories you tell me? Is there-is there a big green field too where little animals hop hop on?” Your eyes beamed so much curiousity it made the ginger chuckle in delight.

“Yup, there’s a lot of flowers scattered around in Liyue.”

“Take me there next time, please? Please! Pretty please, daddy? Wont you please?” You start whining.

“Mm, after daddy finishes work I’ll take you there, alright?” Childe storkes your head with his wam hand. 

“Awe...” You pouted.”But your work is always piling every second! It’s like bricks, it keeps going up and up and up!”

“Pfft, well I am after all working for the biggest toy company! Daddy needs to make sure everything is perfect!”

“Even Santa Claus doesnt work that much! Daddy is being mean...” You frown while the ginger man laughs at your comment. “Oh I know! How about I eat lots and lots of veggies then daddy will take me to Liyue? Please Daddy? Pleasee!!!”

“Oh dear..” He shakes his head. “Now I remember that time where your uncle Teucer first learned to bargain”

“Please daddy?” You put on your most adorable puppy eyes to add pressure on him. 

“Alright, alright” He chuckled and you cheered, jumping on his face and peppering it with chase pecks on his cheek. 

Childe’s heart felt so warm, he felt so relived to have you- his precious child, in his arms and peppering him with you tiny and soft pecks. This moment with you was so pure he forgot his hands are that of a warriors, that he is stained with darkness. It doesnt really matter, you dont need to know that side of him. He’s scared of you hating him, he’s scared of you losing your trust and admiration for him. Your loveforhim means the world to him. So please, just stay like this knowing only this him, stay clueless about that part of him stained by battle. 

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Alright, first of all- No doubt, you will be highly respected and loved in Monstadt since you are the precious child of the charming Chivalry Captain, Kaeya Alberich.

Since he is a knight, he is aware of the possible dangers that might/will come at your way so expect him to be highly protective (But not in a very obvious way ofc).

Sadly, he is a chivalry captain- There are times where he has to leave you to Amber, Lisa or Diluc (especially Diluc). It pains his heart though, time flies so fast and he is scared that he might one day come home to see you all grown up. No parent would want that, Kaeya is no exception.

Though, if you suprise him while he is on duty in guarding the gates- He’ll be more than very happy to have a little knight accompanying him. Kaeya will be even be amused since his ‘work’ wont be that awfully boring anymore.

When it comes to affection- Oh boy. He peppers your face with kisses, snuggles you in every second he can and whispers one of the most adorable things in your small ear. He sometimes teases you too with how tin you are, he cant help it really- You’re just so fragile and you barely even reach pass his knees. Kaeya also spoils you a lot. You want that aodrable little slime pillow? You’ll have all the elemental versions! It doesnt hurt to spend a little more after all. I mean come on, he spends money on drinking fancy wine, why not use that cash on spoiling you instead?

He’s also the type that’s lets you ride on his shoulders, maybe he’ll jog a bit so you can feel like you’re really flying.

Being a captain, he surely has times where he is strict on diciplining (But not strict-strict to the point it’s scary. Nope!) He’ll smile warmly and cooe you into obeying the rules. His rules aren’t really painful, it’s all very basic in fact. “ Ah, ah, ah, what did Daddy say about after eating?” “Y/n, it’s already time for night-night. You wouldn’t want the bad hilichurls to get you, do you now?”

Overall, he’s a very loving father who supports his child in every way he could. You are after all, the small warm flame that melts the icy cryo captain’s heart.

“Daddy! Daddy! Look!” You run over to your father who was boredly staring off into the distance. “Daddy!”

“Oh?” Kaeya smiles warmly, leaning down to your level and picking you up off of the ground. “What would my baby want to show?”

“I-I made Daddy a pretty flower crown! Auntie Amber showed me how to do it!” You stretch out your small arms to show him the Calla Lily flower crown you wholeheartedly made for him. “It’s pretty right? Right?”

“Mhm, it’s very pretty.” Kaeya chuckled lightly.

“Daddy I want to put it on your head! Pretty, pretty please?” Your eyes twinkled innocently, pleading with the most adorable look.

“How can I say no when my little angel when you’remaking that face?” He smiled, lifting you up above his head.

You gently fixed the flowr crown on his head and giggled in absolute delight as you saw your Father’s face with the crown atop his head.

“Daddy looks so handsome!” You clap cutely, making his heart melt even more.

Kaeya couldn’t resist it and he started to nuzzle your cheeks together.

He wanted to tease you a bit more, but this time,... He didnt feel like it. Kaeya just wanted to hold you as close as he possibly can. if he can freezetime, he will. He doesnt want this moments to end and just become a memory of the past you. He wanted to hold you as much as he can right now.

"Wait! Daddy we need to go to uncle Diluc too!" You blurt out.

"Why?" He blinked.

"I made a flower crown for Uncle too!"

"Hold on a second, I'm calling someone to cover for my shift."

Should I feel bad for Diluc now cuz he is about to get bullied by the Alberich Family

[svankmajerbaby]

ok i absolutely adored west side story, as i knew i would, but as much as i loved it (and its truly a net positive i think, like its mostly just really damn great) i do have a few tiny complaints i want to air because im annoying like that

good ole US perceptions of what latine is came back. now i dont know the ethnic makeup of puerto rico, but as far as i know, like most latinamerican countries, its probably pretty varied in skin colors. and i guess the movie did a pretty good job at that, with a generally good assortment of types in the crowd scenes, and with the casting of magnificent ariana debose as anita (who is almost invariably a darker-skinned woman than whoever is cast as maria, though this is basically a shitty detail that comes all the way from the beginning of the musical's roots. just to keep that in mind). it did become sort of amusing in a way when theres a good amount of background shark members who are pretty white, or at least "white-passing"... and of course rita moreno herself whos pretty white. theres this little moment in which anybody taunts a jet member for being italian, which like. he doesnt look at all different from either the jets Or the sharks. so its clearly not so much an issue of "race" (until it is, of course, when considering that the jets have nobody "less white" than an italian in their ranks while the sharks are a lot more varied) as a cultural one. not to say that the jets arent motivated by xenophobia and discrimination, because they obviously are. but its more like its once again an example of hollywood and US people in general not really getting that latine doesnt mean "brown", like officer krupke says at one point. then again, hes an asshole and an idiot (even if it was toned down a lot from the original 1961 movie), so it figures he wouldnt know the difference.

its obvious to me that spielberg loved this riff actor, mike faist. apparently everyone does and yknow??? i get it. shit, he was amazing and a delight to watch. his physicality, the way he carried himself, even his rather nasal voice somehow made up this character in such a realistic and interesting way. he was great in this, the best male actor in the movie by far. so my issue is... why oh why wasnt bernardo, my beloved, given as much care? i thought david alvarez, bernardos actor, was pretty good too -even though he was given a lot less of a chance to shine. alvarez is kind of the gene kelly to faists fred astaire, being this heavier, shorter guy who still has this massive energy and lightness to him, and especially at the gym dance scene it really showed how amazing he was. america was really ariana deboses number, and i sort of wish it was a bit more split between her and alvarez. apart from that, while alvarez was definitely better in all senses than the other bernardo actor from the 1961 movie, i feel like he was made all the more... unlikable? what with him being a lot more outwardly sexist and having these expectations for anita and maria to what they must do with their lives -anita to be a housewife and give him six kids, for maria to marry a nice puertorrican boy. and i knooow, theres this belief of a certain amount of traditional/conservative mindset expected of latino men, and the jets get a few moments in which they are shown as sexist pricks as well, especially in regards to anybody (my beloved), but its different with bernardo, in a way?? since hes supposed to be madly in love with anita (also boy these two had amazing chemistry) and i sort of hoped they would show how much they respected the other and felt comfortable with the other. i get that its for the end goal of making maria and anita more defiant and proactive by arguing with him and showing they dont take his shit, but like... i dont know. i always loved bernardo and thought he was the most interesting male character in the musical, as someone who both wanted to succeed and move upwards in society while also being homesick for puerto rico, in a way that maybe chino and anita dont quite get. if only there had been a scene between bernardo (also why did nobody call him nardo??? wheres the cute nickname??????????) and chino, talking about their relationship with being immigrants and their expectations of their lives in the US... i dont know, there ws so much untapped potential, and the fact that riff got the chance to be a deeper character and bernardo not, even being given the role of controlling patriarch in the anita-maria-bernardo household... feels not great. i wish kushner would have given my dude some more scenes to truly shine. the moment in which he taunts tony and claims he only wants to date "a brown girl" felt somehow both very in character and also extremely sexist for some reason. i mean, we dont know if hes wrong, but theres still something icky about it all. maybe im just exaggerating but i think its a shame, especially with how in the original 1961 movie bernardo is portrayed as much more level-headed and a more responsable leader to his community. i wanted more of him, generally, and i feel that especially when comparing his screentime to that of riff he really got the short end of the stick.

i love chino!!! so much!!!! and i adore how he was given this little moment in which he told bernardo that he wanted to join the sharks, that he wanted to defend his barrio from the jets. there was something really interesting in how he helped tony push up the gate to enter the rumble place, showing how he has... Had a certain code of ethics, knows the importance of mutual help, and that he wouldnt just fuck him up for being a jet, not at least until they all get in the rumble. and then theres the super cute moment in which he really wants to dance at the gym dance and does this silly little dance thats not half as showy as the one the other sharks are doing... its super sweet and how he actually does want maria to like him even if it seems like he doesnt actually "love" her and its doing it mostly out to please bernardo.... i loved that so much. and his actor (cant remember his name) was great. i love chino so so much and the first half of the movie was just. chefs kiss. each time he showed up i grinned. but then... when bernardo is killed, he kind of does a one-eighty?? like I Get it. they were best friends. chino wants to join the sharks and protect his community. he has a very rigid code of ethics and that probably means he believes in eye for an eye, so it makes sense for him to think, hey, this dude tony should totally get killed and pay for what he did to bernardo. but still... it felt weird?? like there was so little to suggest chino could really be able to go ahead and kill someone. i dont know if there was meant to be a scene in which this was meant to be tackled but was cut, but i really felt that his murderous side came kind of out of nowhere -or, if not nowhere, at least could have been given more room to develop.

lastly, i think this may make me seem crazy since its the accepted take by almost all critics it seems, but i thought *nsel *lgort was pretty damn spot on casting for tony. this comes from someone who finds tony bland at best, and annoying at most, and who Loathes that actor. but, like in baby driver, *lgort made him at Least understandable. its still a goddamn mystery what maria sees in him, but i guess thats one for the ages. the adding of that tiny tiny scene of maria and tony actually having!! a Date!!!! made wonders for me to actually grow to like him. hes still pretty entitled and more than a little bit of an ass, but actually taking maria out to a date, making an effort to learn spanish, having a conversation with her that isnt only declarations of endless love... it just helped me a lot to see them as actual kids in love instead of just romeo and juliet expys who are going through the motions. his development was pretty good, i think, and the adding of both him almost having killed someone else/going to juvie/that being the reason he split from the jets, and of him having valentina as this sort of maternal figure, and of the Cool scene being rewritten to be about him trying to get riff to "cool down" from engaging in the rumble... it was all just excellent, a reminder of how good tony kushner can be as a writer. it just made me a bit more bitter to compare all of this excellent development when compared to my favorites, bernardo and chino :(

[burnedbyshoto]

just with everything that’s happening in the manga right now, I just wanted to write this as a sorta indulgent thing because my heart hurts for izuku. platonic relationship + recent manga spoilers below, beware:

i’m thinking of ua, recently turned class 2-a, student!reader being assigned to go out and gather lingering citizens in the city. you have your licensing, and even if your hero costume is still partly torn, you have a duty to save those in need.

you just never expected that while on lookout you’d run across an even more beaten, trodden, and torn midoriya izuku. it’s your first time seeing him since he was in the hospital, he had, after all, recovered and left within the same week. and all you knew is that he looked worse.

there were purple eye bags under his eyes, deeper and darker than even aizawa’s, shinsou’s, all might’s, and recently bakugou’s. his typical green delighted and excited gaze looking slightly hollowed, scared, as if you being near him spelled danger and he was a tired, wounded prey. you understood why, however, his written letter that had been placed outside your dorm room spelling out everything about his quirk... his given quirk...

midoriya izuku was quirkless apparently, strange.

“deku?” you whisper, confused as smoke seems to suddenly lift off the ground, covering the area to your ankles with it. “oh my — are you okay?!”

“I-I’m fine!” deku says loudly, almost shrilly as he stumbles backward, hands motioned in a sign that screams: don’t come near! “I was just in the area for my own patrol! I was just taking a small break because i’ve been up since one a.m. and I am a bit tired, but if you’re here then it’s okay! i’ll go away, please continue on this way! had i known that yuuei was sending all you guys out here i definitely wouldn’t’ve come out here! not that i’m avoiding you all! i just think you all are so capable and i wouldn’t want to ever impose on your area and accidentally bring you all danger. in fact, that’s the last thing i want to do! so I think there’s a group of people—”

“you’re not sleeping much, are you?” you whisper, heart aching as you easily read the painful, forced, and oh so tired smile on his face. it’s not his typical smile full of hope, excitement, determination, and a fierce drive. it’s quiet, muted, as if he’s barely holding it all together. “...midoriya-kun, are you okay?”

it wasn’t the most intrusive question, but it was the only thing you could manage out because the grief and guilt that seemed to entrap you both like a too tight blanket was making you tear up.

he wasn’t okay.

his green eyes look at you, blinking hollow and blank.

“we miss you,” you plead pathetically, your eyebrows furrowing. “I miss you. come back already? w-we can deal with it together! there’s nothing that us in class 2-a can’t survive together! and I know that even if that’s true you won’t come back, and I know that you want to leave me right now immediately but I... I need to know! are you okay?!”

and like that, he breaks.

green eyes become glassy with tears and izuku snaps his gaze away from you as unshed tears refuse to fall from his eyes even if they gather at the corner. his nostrils flare as he sniffles quietly and you wonder just where that crybaby boy you used to know went? he never cries anymore, not even now, it seems.

“i’m exhausted,” he laughs bitterly, looking at you in a way that makes him seem to have aged twenty years while also making him look like a child in tattered clothes hoping to play heroes. “i’m the worst successor to all might... he wouldn’t have failed to capture all for one and shigaraki... but I can’t go back... not when they want me, I won’t let people get hurt because of me again.”

“no one got hurt because of you!” you exclaim, tears welling in your eyes because this isn’t your classmate! this isn’t midoriya izuku who laughs and smiles at every joke and every word because he likes making sure everyone is acknowledged. the midoriya izuku who has sat down with practically every member of class 1 now 2-a to discuss a proper workout routine. the midoriya izuku who still gets star eyes whenever all might enters the room. the midoriya izuku who verbally jabs at bakugou katsuki and never fails to get them both into some altercation only for them to be friendly moments later. “that war was us going up against them! we did it, not them!”

“but their end goal is me,” izuku says with a frown, not looking at you.

“it would be anyone holding one for all right now!” you snap. “it couldve been all might still! but it happened to be you and it’s not your fault that people got hurt!”

“then why did kacchan get hurt!?!” izuku wheezes and you startle to see the tears flowing from his eyes despite the angry, desperate, near wild look to his face. “I-If this all isnt my fault, then why did kacchan get hurt?!”

you swallow, unsure what to say to that as his green eyes show desperation, self hatred, and sorrow for his childhood friend who was nowhere near right now.

“because you needed saving,” you swallow, eyes downcasting. “even heroes need saving... and i wasnt there when that happened but,,, knowing you, you were probably doing exactly what you’re doing right now.”

“and that is?” izuku snaps, but there’s no fire to it, just a man who is thoroughly exhausted but with no place to call home.

“trying to win on your own,” you whisper, head shaking as you look down.

it’s silent for a moment, maybe two.

there’s a small sniffle and a quiet sorry and by the time you decide to look up, deku’s gone with nothing but clouds of smoke left behind.

“you better come back!” you find yourself screeching to the setting sky. “i’ll never forgive you if you don’t come back!”

[fe-semi-decent-scenarios]

Hey! I wasnt the one who requested it, but I loved your how would the Blue Lions react to killing their SO! May I ask the same but for the Golden Deer if its alright?

{That was actually one of my favorite requests to write! It’s been a long time so I might be a bit rusty, but let’s give this a shot :)} 

Claude: 

 He had accounted for the possibility of you betraying him. Your disappearance had not been something he took with ease, yet the lack of contact or declaration of death for so long had him thinking 

Emotions are fleeting...the human mind was complex. Your loyalty was never something he wanted to question but he could never put his complete faith in you 

Even when you stood at his side protecting the crests, befriended his people, treated him as a true partner...he just couldn’t completely put his faith in you. Not with so much on the line 

 He wonders if that’s where he went wrong. Heavy rain clouded his sight but the sound of your voice rang dominant across the field. As you stand at Gronder with your weapon focused on his friends- your friends; Claude could not help but momentarily reminisce over the times you instead showed him your smile. The one that temporarily alleviated the weight of his dreams and expectations from his shoulders 

He would be the one to get it back. The professor had already converted other students to their side so there was a chance 

One you didn’t want, as you aimed at their head with tears pricking your eyes. He dismounted his wyvern instantly 

“Was it all a lie? Tell me...is this what you want for your home (Y/N)? Come fight with us” He slowly begins his approach, but the words die out as you attack him this time 

 A shrill battle cry is all he hears before he watches an axe lodge into your side. He’ll never hear the answer, but he didn’t need to. It finally clicked

White hair 

You planned to die 

His brows pressed in further as Lysithea gasped at your fallen form. Before he would have killed to know more about the hidden experiments going on in the empire, but not like this. They’ll come to collect the body before Hanneman can conduct any research, but he’ll give them more. Much more 

Raphael: 

Raphael doesn’t like to think on the battlefield. It’s not that he enjoys pummeling people without a glance, but if he looks back then he won’t look foreword. He’s confided in Ignatz many times after being scolded for running ahead, but when thinking can cost you your life he prefers not to waste the effort 

 Especially because he takes longer to process complex emotions and thoughts compared to the others. He trusts them to be tactical while he uses his muscles to save the day

Back in the day he had a perfectly reliable head to think for him. He cleared their path and they took care of all the important business. The classic ‘brains and brawn’ duo that no one would expect to ever find genuine interest in one another. Aren’t they stereotypically supposed to fight and be at each other’s throats? Not in this case 

“Haha! THAT WAS GREAT! Nice Job (Y/N), I hope today’s menu has meat because you need brain food and I need to feed my muscles!” 

 You knew Raphael and how to predict his movements, and he had complete faith in your judgements. Even at the monastery you both made the most efficient team to do chores  

 Instead of trying to change him, you worked to match his pace and became his partner. On the field and in life. Raphael knew he didn’t have to second guess with you at his side, and he felt what he wanted to feel.

He loved you. Your brains, your laugh, your heart, your cooking no matter good or bad...you. It was an emotion that came easy to him.

Though sometimes he berated himself for not thinking. Sometimes you’d get in trouble if he broke equipment or did something else out of line. Yet you remained patient and calmed him down at the same time.

It was difficult to adjust to fighting without his partner. He essentially had to relearn everything through experience, but he had full hope that you’d come back 

That hope clouded his judgement when he saw you conversing with the professor at Aillel. He was so overcome with joy that he mindlessly pushed aside enemies to get to you without actually examining the scene

His fury took over when the professor’s sword went straight through your stomach.  He tackled them to the ground and it took both Lorenz AND Hilda to pry him away. 

“You idiot! They’re the enemy!” Hilda shouted at him as he settled down. He couldn’t process it. They wouldn’t hurt their family, him.

 Yet, they wore red. Red that grew darker as their blood seeped in 

 Ignatz: 

“Can you paint my portrait?” You asked him one evening long ago. After a particularly grueling training session with the rest of class he had snuck off to sketch the trees by the market. The year was young and he still wasn’t too familiar with all his classmates 

You were new and he had took to your appearance instantly. He could replay your introduction mentally over and over. Your smooth words, slight bow, and the way your feet glided effortlessly to the closest seat you could get to the window. He was of course too shy to approach a new student since he wasn’t the social sort, but luckily he did not have to do much. 

You took the liberty of following him to his painting spot. He was flustered at being found, but you merely plopped at his side and began to eat your lunch. Where you had it stashed beforehand? He still doesn’t know 

 He had never been more aware of another’s presence, and his art showed it as the paper crinkled in his grasp. Yet somehow you seemed enamored at the picture forming on the page, so much that you asked to model 

He grew anxious instantly and decided to head back for his own meal. With no given answer you had left the topic behind, and from then on he began to find you nearby often. From acquaintances to friends, and from friends to ‘lovers without definition’. No confession was ever spoken but he knew you made decisions easier, life joyful, and the rest of his peers agreed as much as he. 

He drew that portrait. He drew it over, and over, and over, and over because he refused to forget your face. He would remember you and fight twice as hard to make up for what you couldn’t give. He swore that to Claude and everyone else when you were pronounced missing in action.

 and now? His eyes glisten as a body fitted under a white tarp lays yards away. You hadn’t tried to harm him but you were healing the enemy. It was decided that you were not with the Empire, but instead travelling through and became swept in the battle. Perhaps you didn’t know? Perhaps you simply decided to help whoever needed it no matter their side? 

He clutches his bow to his chest. One arrow, and you were down. He didn’t know 

He didn’t know but the pictures would never let him forget. The pages never felt the same from then on 

Lorenz: 

Relationships should never be formed unless you have something to gain

It is a nobleman’s duty to protect the weak, the poor, the sick; yet, there must always be distance.

A nobleman must always carry themselves with a sense of professionalism. They must not display weakness, and a true leader is born of being able to separate their personal affairs from that of those they govern. 

 One day Lorenz will be the head of the Glouscer territory, and soon the Alliance as a whole if he has his way. Death must not phase him and he must be willing to sacrifice everything for the sake of his people

He follows the laws of a noble. He knows them on paper, but not in practice. 

 Only as he grew during an age of dispute and fighting did he begin to learn that actions differ from voice. All that he pledged as a young man held no meaning, because gradually he began to realize that he is not the most fit to govern Fodlan. He was incapable of completely tossing aside his personal desires or making the best decisions with certainty. Yes, he was well educated and would make a great right hand

Yet the title of leader would never be his. Why? Because he is a noble by definition 

The professor was a noble by heart. A true leader who let actions speak for them and selflessly protected the entirety of Fodlan instead of one singular portion.

 Lorenz is a noble in name, but in nature he is a man. He is a solider, a son, a friend, a politician...a human. One not immune to temptations or the grievances of loss no matter what face he may display for the public eye.

 There was a soul he once found vibrant. They were a mere commoner yet full of dedication. He placed a barrier around them immediately, one he was not allowed to cross no matter how tempted. They did not fit the criteria he sought

 Yet the night of the ball he allowed “them”  the curtesy of a dance. Their warm hand on his own, their body held tightly in his embrace, and lighthearted small talk being tossed between quips about their poor dancing skills 

They left his mouth dry as he bid them farewell to their next partner. He allowed the barrier to resurface as he went his own way

“You must rethink this (Y/N). How could siding with the empire lead to any promising future/ They will kill us all and then themselves in the process! Please, join us” 

“Spoken like a true noble, Lorenz. This social hierarchy has divided people for too long and you would realize that if you’d only look beyond Alliance borders!” 

If only he had grasped their hand longer- listened. They were the first to show him a world beyond his bubble, if only he popped it sooner. 

 Hilda:

You really annoyed her in the beginning. The way you carried yourself like some kind of prophet, or how you’d question everything the professor taught. Was it so hard to just do what was needed and move on? Even with something as simple as weeding the courtyard you always had to add your own two cents

It was like always being under analysis. She got that enough from Claude and didn’t need two people trying to read her. On many occasions she tried to gain traction over you, but somehow her efforts never bore fruit 

For a try-hard you were very accepting of her shortcomings. So long as what you were tasked with got done, the performance of others was never a secondary priority 

If only she could be that carefree about other people’s opinions. Maybe then living would be easier? 

Perhaps you were what she wanted to be? Satisfied with who you were enough to question the world around you while remaining secure with what you had 

Someone with the ability to step beyond your comfort zone and make your own decisions. Respected, knowledgeable...loved for who you are. Maybe that’s what drew her to you and lead to her envy forming into adoration 

and that adoration being trampled by sorrow 

“I still love you so no hard feelings, okay? I can’t back down” is what she told you. It was a taunt, but she did not expect your smile 

“Of course. I’m glad you’ve decided to show your backbone, just think of this as a spar like old times”

The casual talk did not fit the clash of blades that followed. Nor did it suit the battle roaring nearby 

A spar- just like old times. It was a familiar battle but this time her axe did not halt before delivering the deciding blow. 

Her hands shook as your body fell, yet you still appeared at peace despite the gash adorning your back. Perhaps you knew this would be the outcome before the day even began

Hilda did not cry, but asked for you to be buried on alliance soil. If anything she owed you that curtesy

Leonie: 

She would never forgive you. Not today, not ever. 

How dare you choose to side with the people who killed the captain? He never did anything to anybody, and if you chose to betray everyone than Leonie would return the favor

She decided that any history between you two was nonexistent the moment you lifted your weapon. Mercy was a word you forgone long ago when instead of defending Garreg Mache, you slaughtered it’s inhabitants 

She thought you felt the same as well. Yet, fate always liked to twist in ways to hinder justice 

She watched from a distance as the professor approached your fallen form. They had insisted on trying to sway her old classmates, but she scoffed at the mere thought 

What made them think traitors would be good allies? Did they want to be stabbed in the back like their father?...like the captain 

She ignored the sting in her chest as you swatted their hand away. You had some nerve to reject their kindness and it pissed her off. She wanted this entire situation to simply end but- 

Her feet moved on their own

“Why are you such an idiot? Were you always this irresponsible?” her words cut deep, clearly shown by how you turned away. She could only grit her teeth at the stubbornness and reach for her lance 

You made your choice, and clearly it was up to her to deliver justice if no one else would 

So she did what she’s always had to do, the brunt work. With one swing it was over and you were just another count among the others 

She doesn’t know if the captain would praise her for remaining strong or scold her for remaining indifferent 

Lysithea: 

Everything always boils down to one thing: people cannot be trusted. Each and every time Lysithea has allowed someone close it has blown up in her face 

and somewhere deep down, she knew this situation wouldn’t have ended any differently. The world always found new ways to crush what she cared for 

The only question that remains is how much longer will she have to endure? How much longer did she have to fight? 

because now she had to fight for two. She had to find a cure or die trying 

During the battle for Garreg Mache many had been taken prisoner. She hadn’t the empire to conduct unethical experiments; maybe torture, but nothing like what she was witnessing. 

It was a fever dream one couldn’t fathom, but the mindless husk killing without remorse kept her in reality. What had they done to you?

She noticed the white hair in an instant. One of her worst fears had come to life seeing you at the death knight’s side, but the way you hadn’t even flinched when she called your name made her terrified 

Not even a whack of thoron could snap you out of it. She began to lose hope...were you even there anymore? Is this what they had planned for her if she didn’t flee?

“Say something you jerk! Don’t tell me you’re letting some petty magic keep you grounded, fight it!” 

No matter what anyone said it did nothing. When moral dwindled the only solution left was to free you through other means 

The death knight escaped after you fell. Next time...next time he would die at her hand. 

Lysithea instantaneously moved to further her research after your burial. Not for herself, but to find out if you were gone long before they found you. She needed to know if your death was peaceful, if you could see that she tried 

If you would forgive her 

Marianne: 

“This is Nova. I have to leave for a mission, would you watch him for me Marianne?”

 Bright blue eyes bored into hers as she gingerly took hold of the bunny. It’s fur was soft, well groomed. She took notice of how it snuggled into her arms as if it feared no human. Marianne knew instantly that the animal was well loved and cherished. The though made her almost refuse the favor in fear of hurting it, but her classmate’s insistence wasn’t something to fight. 

  Despite her warnings (Y/N) never listened, and at some point Marianne gave up on pushing them away. Their company was appreciated yet she would never say it, and the cuddly creature in her arms truly proved their trust in her 

 She could only nod in agreement as they skipped off to prepare the bunny’s necessities to bring to her room. Marianne hoped she could care for the animal properly, and that nothing would happen to it

She worried for the wrong reasons, as (Y/N) never returned home. They were sent to face Solon and avenge the death of the Professor’s father. Marianne was asked to remain and help in healing injured soldiers from the most previous confrontation. 

·If she knew that would have been the last time (Y/N) would show up in her room, she--no, she wouldn’t have done anything. She may have tried to convince them to stay home but Marianne knows she would have not confessed anything

  Not that she valued their friendship or that she worried for their wellbeing. Not that she was grateful they trusted her with Nova, or that they help her care for her horses. She wouldn’t have even thought it. 

 She didn’t think of it afterwards either. Her fondness for her deceased friend wouldn’t have been noticeable at all if not for the bunny. Despite everything she cared for it as if it were (Y/N) themselves. 

When she sees a familiar figure take charge at Gronder, time freezes. She remembers the bunny sitting in her dorm without an owner. She wonders how abandoned it must have felt to never see it’s best friend again. She feels for the bunny because it’s how she felt.

Without thinking she shoots a blast of magic their way and watches them crumple on the floor 

Why did they abandon their precious bunny? Did they give up on it? Did they give up on her? 

Did you...finally realize you had befriended a monster?