#if he didnt care/love his children at least she was supposed to be the one he CHOSE

[hellcifrogs]

About the bad dads debate: Rasa neglected his elder two children too, and saw them as nothing but disposable soldiers. There's plenty of evidence of that in the series. In the manga, before the final stage of the chunin exam, there's a scene of the 3 sibs looking up at their dad (or whom they thought was their dad, it was Orochimaru in disguise but they didn't know that), and it's clear from their faces how stressed, scared and uncomfortable they felt just looking at him. Kankuro and Temari were even sweating. In a semi canon filler anime eps (ep 388 I think. An ep that expanded on what happened the day Gaara lost control of Shukaku). We can see Kankuro completely alone, taking charge of the situation, before his dad appeared. And once he did, Rasa at no point made any attempts to get Kankuro to safety, he just stood and stared. In the scene right after that, Rasa had no problem leaving them in a room alone with Gaara, fully knowing that Gaara could lash out at any of them and kill them. In that scene, Kankuro himself says that Gaara killed their friends, and Gaara threatened him, which ended with Temari taking Kankuro out of the room. It's a canon fact (stated by Temari), that they underwent emotional training, so who knows at what age did he force them to start ninja training to become soldiers. Probably as soon as they could walk. It's just, Temari and Kankuro didn’t have it easy. Just because their dad never directly tried to kill them, doesn't mean they had it easy. And I'd say that he did try to kill them indirectly. Putting them on a team with Gaara at that stage alone, knowing what he could do to them, could be considered a suicide mission. So yeah. Rasa fucked up 3 children not just one, so I'd say he's the worst.

And I'd say you really don't need to argue against Rasa to me! I hate him the most already 😤

[dragon-prince-6-3]

Dragon prince season 6 spoiler

I thought viren would have done something much darker to save soren than what we have seen. My Theorie was that he sold his soul and his ability to love or killed lissa because she agreed to it ( she know he was a dark mage from the beginning and what mother wouldnt give her live for her child, viren would need to stay alive to performe the spell and afterwards just lied to his children their mother left them to keep them guild free )

Instead she is angree because of his looks and the forced tears. I wouldnt care how my husband looked if he did this to himself, not because of some addiction, but because he tryed to save our son. And i would happy give him the tears to finish the spell. Afterward i would ask what else he did and than decide if i want to go, but i still would have given my tears first. That viren forced the tears from her is not nice, but it was just tears, he didnt touch her or stole blood, etc. Just tears. I wouldnt mind giving someone i know my tears or hair, if they give me a good reason. If a family member would get sick and they would need an organ from me, i would spend it. Water is the least lissa can give when viren already ruined his looks for sorens health.

Next comes the stealing of the staff. That too is not bad. Viren is the student of a master who no longer wants to teach and burn all knowledge of his subject to the ground. I would be already dissapointed in my teacher for quitting. He is allowed to change his mind about his job, so i wouldnt hold it against him. But it is a loss that a Position which needs to be filled with one Person per Generation, where everyone could tecnically qualify. Gets settled with a guy who will not continue the Tradition, after he got a good house and money from it. If he never applaied someone else would have gotten it, who could have actually liked it. Since he liked it in the beginning and now hates it, it is a loss but understandeble, nobady sees the future. So if he doesnt want to teach, does viren get the chance to at least learn everything on his own. No, because kppar trys to hide or destroy as much as he can. Disliking a subject is one thing. Destroying it so nobady else can learn it another. It is not just his own knowledge he would have a right over. But centurys of people and their collectice knowledge he is destroying because of his own reasons. The staff beeing the highlight. It is not a family airloom of kppar, nor a tophy he won. But a relict, which is supposed to go from one master to the next. He has a right to keep it if viren wasnt ready in his power. Instead viren was already a master and would have earned it long ago, if kppar didnt plan to destroy a century old attefact. The only reason this stands in a good light is because dark magic and the staff are evil. If it were sun magic it would be bad.( the dark magic is evil even if it does good things, is an Argument for later ). What is important is that it is centurys old and not for kppar to decide. If it did something to him like posess him or unleash some unspeekable evil on the world, his desire would be understandeble. But aaravos was not at play here, nor does the staff do this. It only increases dark magic, which destroys your own Body, but you know about it and can decide. Kppar only wanted to destroy it because he hates dark magic, not because using it would destroy the world. If you want an example immagen avatar where katara and pakkun where the only water bender alive and he would refuge to teach her because he hates water bending. We would cheer katara on to change pakkun mind but understand if he doesnt want to teach. If he starts to destroy water bending scrools and a secret healing Tool because he doesnt want anybady else to learn from it, we would be pissed. Especially if we would need the tool to save aang and he refused. So yeah viren stealing the staff is not really evil. Especially with the mind of saving soren.

The only evil thing viren did was trapping kppar. He should go into prison for that but i wouldnt hate him for it. Because he is not a monster for this. Viren stole something what should have been his and was needed to save his son. Kppar threatened that he would expose viren to a king, who will take kppar side no matter what and could punish the whole family for it. Even if only viren gets the blame, it still could leaf his children fatherless for a crime he had a good reason to do. We dont know how evil the past king was, but i wouldnt count on him taking virens side or treating him with understanding, considering how much the kingdom seems to fear dark magic. In short viren should not have trapped kppar, but i can see why he did it.

The only thing i can not forgive viren for is blaming soren. I understand where it came from but unlike the Others ( where he has good reason to do what he did ) it is not forgivable.

Virens Action are supposed to stand in a "i did something bad for you light." But i find it to mild. Maybe i saw to many series where something evil for the greater good was worse than stealing, trapping and getting tears. Or i am right and some deeper and more disturbing things would fit dark magic better. Because if this is all he did i would have done it for my family too, if i was a dark mage. If dark magic is so unforgivable and evil make him do something nobady would have had the guts to do, not even all mages before him. Let him Kill his wife, with her agreeing so we dont hate viren.

[alicentsgf]

I want to like Rhaenicent but I feel like Alicent protects Rhaenyra and cares for her way more than Rhaenyra does for her. Adult Rhaenicent seems rather one sided to me ngl. One way Rhaenyra betrayed Alicent was by marrying Daemon, a man who absolutely despises the Hightowers and who wouldn’t hesitate to slaughter Alicent’s children. Does Rhaenyra really not realize how ruthless Daemon is? Daemon is arguably the biggest threat to the Green kids who are Rhaenyra’s own siblings. It just kills me that Alicent stood up to her abuser for Rhaenyra’s life in 1x09 and Rhaenyra has never done anything of that severity for Alicent. And Rhaenyra will likely never know how much Alicent fought to save her. Idk, I just feel like Alicent deserves someone who will love her completely. I can’t see Rhaenyra being that person with the way she’s disregarded Alicent’s worries and feelings.

I'm going to be totally honest and I say this with love... a lot of it becomes easily justifiable for me when i acknowledge that Rhaenyra is just a bit dense. like shes always been sheltered and naive, to the point of genuine stupidity sometimes. she isnt inherently so but her father stomped all over her developing any kind of critical mind early on and she did nothing to overcome that mistake. she became far too comfortable with Viserys waving his crown and magic-ing her problems away and its just a fact shes never managed to see things from alicents perspective... but that doesnt mean alicent isnt as equally important to her as she is to alicent. please bear with me because i promise i will explain this fully.

but first of all, to answer your question 'does rhaenyra not realise how ruthless daemon is?' I mean, giving her the benefit of the doubt ...maybe not? shes pretty much always always seen the best side of daemon. with viserys. with her. with their children. what does she know of daemons genuine ruthlessness? we cant say for sure. once again, giving her the full benefit of the doubt, we dont even know if rhaenyras aware that daemon murdered rhea. like daemons not exactly gonna bring it up and who else would dare suggest that to her of all people? sure shes seen him fight at tourneys she knows hes capable of killing but thats a controlled enviroment where its expected. and she clearly feels safe enough with him personally otherwise she wouldnt have laughed in his face after her grabbed her neck.

its going to be very interesting to see what they do with B&C for this reason. because if rhaenyra isnt involved, at least in the Details... will she be shocked by what daemon is capable of? depends on what version of rhaenyra we get post-luke i suppose. but i dont know if i believe they're likely to have her go That dark so quickly that she'd agree to B&C. (sorry. tangent.)

imo you have to try and see her perspective - rhaenyra is deeply Confused. she thought for many years alicent just suddenly Hated her on the basis of her /loose morals/, like purely hated her, the girl she loved is Gone overnight right when they'd begun to reconcile, and she couldnt really understand why. she just does not understand alicents perspective and she cant begin to fathom alicents situation. and in a way, how could she? shes never faced similar limitations theres an argument to be made she wouldnt be able to even conceptualise it without alicent taking her by the hand and walking her through it. even when they were friends i doubt rhaenyra thought about the privileges she held over alicent (after all, she was a child, it was just what she knew and as far as she could see alicent got to do everything she did so there was no visual imbalance). from rhaenyras point of view, all those years alicent was being unnecessarily antagonistic over something that didnt effect her. this girl she loved and in rhaenyras eyes she is betraying her again and again and again. and rhaenyra thought all that because she couldnt see the bigger picture. how could she begin to understand 'alicent fears what my reign could mean for her children' when viserys actively disencouraged her political interest - her opinion on that point would likely only be 'well obviously i would make sure nothing happened to them', not understanding that That isnt the reassurance she thinks it is.

so yeah. rhaenyra truly doesnt understand what went on or whats going on. but alicent Does (and this imbalance is perfectly demonstrated by the dialogue in the knife scene because, lets be honest, alicent pins down the situation and how rhaenyra fits into it kind of perfectly... whereas rhaenyra incorrectly attributes alicents rage to 'righteousness', not fear.). and personally i think thats why it seems unbalanced or one sided, especially in episode 8. alicent could afford to be genuine, rhaenyra isnt hard to read, whereas rhaenyra still had her guard up because she was just so fucking confused lmao. she briefly saw the gentle, beautiful, kind girl she was in love with in alicents treatment of a dying viserys at the dinner table - and upon realising alicent actually Does still have that side to her rhaenyra doesnt know what to do except subtlety apologise for perhaps not truly Seeing alicent and for accusing her of trying to harm viserys. she thought the alicent she knew was long dead until that moment - the girl has got emotional whiplash. so its not that rhaenyra loves alicent less. her reactions in episode 10 make it very clear there is still A Lot going on there for her (and we know emma d'arcy's pov on it was that rhaenyra genuinely considers conceding the throne with the hope of alicent 'taking her back'). shes just very very Very muddled about whether the current version of alicent is Still the person she loves...

and i think maybe 'love' is the wrong word for what they have when theres so much piled on top but its definitely a devotion. its this constant need to reconcile and be close that they just cant shake because a part of them will always desire the other.

tl;dr rhaenyra is just... kinda dumb god bless. and their imbalance is in their ability to understand the situation, not in the amount of love thats held.

(besides they were never exactly going to be a healthy equal deserving love thats not the point of them imo. they are a missed opportunity. a greek tragedy. starcrossed lovers. etc)

[cosmic-walkers]

a wolf hall series that specifically focuses on the childhood of thomas, kat and his bet would be interesting. there is something so special about the three of them coming from an incredibly abusive house hold where their father tried to kill one of them at least twice, where the siblings (at least bet and thomas) would throw things at each other and fight, and where kat probably had to play mother more times than she wanted to, all to end up under the roof of their younger brother. and even when kat and bet die, thomas takes in all of their children, raises them, finds them good marriages, good jobs, etc.

it's as if they made a pact with each other, that in their own way, they'd take care of each other. and i think they were all fighters, they all had to be, but thomas was probably devastated when kat and bet died. because they were all fighting this war that only they were so unique to. no one in their immediate family and circle had dealt with the abuse they'd dealt with growing up, thomas probably could only relate to his big sisters.

and then there is the role reversal; they probably protected him when he was younger. when the sister left and married, they probably attempted to take him with they, but were either beaten or chased away because of it. they wanted to take care of him, but they couldn't - gender also has a lot to do with it. they were women, and married into good families, but they could still only do so much against their father, a well known man, who wouldn't give them back their brother.

but toward the end of it all, it's thomas who is their care taker. he literally becomes a man and cares for them. it's thomas who houses them when their husbands die, who watches them, who is probably devastated when they die because in his mind they're all supposed to be fighting this war together, surviving together, etc.

also, in a strange way, to him, they were probably what walter was supposed to be. even if they didn't think it, they were his parents in a way and even as an older man, who didnt have his father's love, he knew he at least had the love of his sisters- so he wasn't alone.

but then they left him, and for the first time he was truly alone.

it doesn't matter if he got taller, stronger and richer - he was still their baby brother.

[baby--b4t]

Could I get a mini fic of cg!Kaeya with a shy little one? (Toddler regressor) where the only people the little one will actually speak to are Kaeya and Diluc [for reasons unknown to everyone but Kaeya, Diluc can sing the little one’s favorite lullaby and has], everyone else gets whined and ‘no’ as responses.

of course you can get a kaeya fic >:D hes so squishable and big brother coded (even if hes little too)!!!!!!!

live laugh love kaeya <3

Today started out like any other day for Kaeya. Morning patrol, grabbing a bite to eat at Good Hunter, then retreating back to his office to go through any paper work he had assigned to him. Well, thats how it usually goes, at least. Today he had a little friend accompany him with his tasks.

Kaeya had first seen you on his morning patrol, you rushing to him in a panic. You had a small run-in with a pyro slime and wasnt prepared to deal with it. Kaeya quickly took care of it, though, checking that you werent badly hurt before he arrived. Upon seeing you were okay, Kaeya offered that you stay with him until you both got back inside the city. Of course he knew you would end up staying longer.

Kaeya got you a bit of food from Good Hunter before taking you back to his office. He already had a few items in there for you since he seemed to babysit you so often. He got you set up and playing with a few wooden figures so he could give the small pile of papers on his desk some attention.

You had started to wander a bit, something Kaeya never worried about. He knew you would stay inside the building and wouldnt enter anywhere you werent supposed to be. It didnt take you long to find yourself in the library, gazing upon all of the books available. You crouched down in the childrens section to look at a book that caught your eye. A deep blue book with silver accents. You were caught up in your own world with the book, not noticing when Lisa approached you. She knew about your regression, keeping an eye on you when Kaeya couldnt.

“Well hello there, darling.” Lisa greeted, crouching down to get on your level. “Have you found a book?” Her head tilted slightly as she spoke. You seemed to just stare at her as if she had just told you she was Barbados herself. It didnt take long before some small whines began to come from you. You moved away from Lisa a bit, clutching a small stuffed animal in your arms.

“Noo- Wan' Dada..” You whimpered, looking around the library as if Kaeya would magically appear and save you. Lisa gave you an empathetic look, knowing you practically refused to speak to anyone except Kaeya.

“Its alright, sweetheart. Kaeya is just in his office.” Lisa started, contemplating offering to read with you. She figured that would scare you more, so she gave you a better offer. “Would you like to take this book to him? Im sure he would love a little break from working.” Her hand outstretched to you, giving you an choice in what she would do.

It took a bit of courage to do, but you took her hand and stood up with her. Lisa made sure to be gentle with you, understanding your hesitancy to even look in her direction.

“Oh, Kaeya~” Lisa called out in a sing-song tone, opening the door so you could go charging in. “I think theyve found a book I think they would like you to read to them.” She explained, a small chuckle leaving her as she saw the way you looked at him.

“Is that so?” Kaeya asked. He looked back at you, then looking down at the book. “‘A Captains Stormy Night’? Well, seems like were going to have to get cozy for this one, wont we?” He gently helped you into his lap, keeping one arm around your waist to keep you steady. The book opened and revealed some of the pictures within.

“Once upon a stormy night…” Kaeya began reading to you, his tone changing depending on the mood of the page. He read the story of a pirate Captain who had gotten lost at sea and had to push through a nasty storm. You kept asking questions, scared for the pirates safety, but Kaeya reassured you the story had a happy ending.

The storm would pass and the Captain would see land on the horizon, now having hope instead of spiraling fear. Kaeya closed the back cover of the book, looking down to see you curled into his arms, eyes closed. He let out a soft chuckle before giving you a small kiss on the forehead.

“Sleep well, little flurry.”

[seldomscilence16]

Whumptober day 12:

"I haven't slept in days, but who's counting?"

Red | insomnia | "im up, im up!"

Fandom: Voltron 

Prompts used: All

Alrighty! Part 2 of day 3! Hehehehehe! (This turned Klancey on me so fast i didnt even see it coming…) As always the timeline is screwed, I am pickpocketing the moments I want and placing them on a conspiracy board to my aesthetic liking. This deals with the aftermath of isolation, and its effects- to the best of my limited knowledge- so please tread carefully. Would love to hear from y'all if you like it! Thanks! 

Ps: Since alien measures of time are slightly longer I'm going off of someone elses calculations of what they may be. (Spiralled_Fury on A03) so a movement is 1.23 weeks which is roughly 8 days and something hours. 

…

The observation deck is quiet and dark, nothing but that soothing blue glow of Altean technology- nothing like that yellow of-

The stars, foreign as they may be, are nice to look at. The castle hums, and Blue is present in his mind, and it's a calm night in the open space. In a few minutes he'll make his rounds, check on each inhabitant of the castle, each of whom he sent to bed about a varga- hour- ago. It's been about a movement- a week since the pod, and that extra day and a little that he was in it- since his… rescue. He's tried his best to return to what was, but sometimes he wonders if he even should. 

He loves his team, he has been 'loverboy Lance' since practically birth. He cared so deeply about others, in detriment to himself typically, that even as a baby he knew when something was wrong with his family. They worried about him and his horrid taste in people, Hunk had barely made the cut and he's… well Hunk. But he just knows that if his Mama had been here watching their lives, he'd have gotten smacked upside the head, hugged to death, and whisked away with only the destruction her Chancla left behind them. 

That other voice in his head however pipes up, reminding him that they are children in war, lost in space and far away from all they have ever known. This team of teenagers is being led by two young adults, with one actual adult juggling a million duties behind them. This is a battlefield, and in a castle meant to house so many many more, 7 people barely fill a corner of it. 

Lance knows that they are good people. The thing that scared his family the most, was not that he could not discern the good and the bad people, but that he cared for them anyway like it would do something. (That's not true, he went to them because they gave him the time of day, you can only be used if you have a use after all…) 

But with the team, he knew they were good people. But they were also tired, traumatized and thrust into the turbulence, trials and tribulations of war and adulthood in one go. Lance had chosen who he was going to be the minute they'd all met in the desert. For kids lost in space needed something to ground them, something to make them smile, and remind them to rest, and to reminisce on home and what they fight for. But that apparently also made him the least, it felt like he was always coming up short or failing all together. That what he was doing was nothing to the team. 

He… didn't want to go back to that. But if he had to choose between that and the room, well… it wasn't a hard choice he supposed. 

His knees creak as he stands, he has to consciously straighten his back and neck- he doesn't have to duck or crouch anymore, there's room Lance, remember- his legs wobble for only a second before he takes his first step. He reminds himself that that's okay, he was gone for… a long time, and he sat or crouched or layed for all of it, his legs needed time to adjust to walking again. 

Bare feet pad slightly as he makes his familiar route. The Alteans are first, he can hear Corans snoring outside his door, and a small peek shows Allura curled up with the mice slumbering in her hair, her brow is relaxed and form loose, she needed the rest. Shiro is next, and he frowns at his leader's tense form, fist clenched in his sheets. He leans against the doorway, wracking his brain for a tune, and hums the first one he thinks of softly. He doesn't know why it works, why Shiro's whole form melts into the bed after a few moments of it, but he won't complain either, Shiro deserved good sleep. 

Hunk is next, and like Coran he can hear his snores through the door, though a deeper timbre and slightly quieter. He wants to peek in but Hunk is a light sleeper so he allows himself a few moments to listen before moving to Pidges room. The little gremlin is stubborn and Lance always has to prepare for the possibility of her being awake, so he braces himself as he opens her door. Her breaths are soft and though he has to maneuver around her heaps of who knows what, he finally finds her sprawled like a broken starfish in her bed, glasses askew and laptop haphazardly on her lap. He smiles at the drool at the corner of her mouth and shakes his head, carefully slipping off her glasses and placing them atop her laptop on her side table. He pulls the covers over her as she curls up on her side and lingers for only a moment, he still has one more person to check on. 

Keith's room is empty, two warring feelings hit him at once- a wave of panic and a tired sigh of exasperation. He makes his way to the training room, hearing the sounds of the gladiator from down the hall. He's too tired to interrupt this time round, Keith's chest is heaving so he'll probably be done soon anyway. He leans against the doorway watching mullet maneuver around the sparring section, more aggression than tact in his movements than usual, and finds his eyes feeling heavy. 

It's not a new feeling, he's felt strangely heavy for a while now despite his ribs doing their best at being one of those wooden frogs that you can make croak. He's only been able to get a few hours in this week, not that the team knows, or they haven't said anything. But everytime he closes his eyes…

The walls glow yellow and seem to creep closer every time he blinks, but if he doesn't blood starts to seep from the crevices he could never peel open and flood the room. He'll float there, eyes unblinking as he screams but no sound reaches his ears. The not bread and the not water dance a tango in front of him before launching down his throat as pain erupts from his very bones and his head expLOADS-

"LANCE!" 

"I'm up, I'm up!" He flails, wobbles backwards, falls-

Finds himself looking into Keith's frazzled eyes as the sweaty samurai holds him to his tense form. The image and sensations are too real, it was just a dream, he must have dozed off, he's fine, Keith is here and he's fine. 

"Sorry, I uh… was here to make you sleep ha…" Lance's body refuses to cooperate, but Keith seems to read him well enough, moving them until they're both simply sitting in the entrance. 

"You were… uh, you didn't look er no, I mean that it just seemed like something was freaking you out." Keith to his part, is even more awkward than Lance, but he's also actively working his sentences through so that's something. 

"Oh yeah… I'm fine, sorry." Lance looks away, rubbing at his face to stave off what he saw. 

"You look exhausted, I thought you were already in bed. What are you doing up again?" Keith ducks his head to see his face, sweaty mullet hanging in a scraggly mess. 

"I look awesome." Lance scoffs halfheartedly, definitely not saying what he was going to say because 'I haven't slept in days, but who's counting?' Would not go over well.

"What!? What do you mean days??"  

Oh well, maybe he's more tired than he thought. Lance laughs stiffly, moving to stand, but only accomplishing a weird half crawl wobble before Keith moves to keep him in place, they naturally fall into a tuffle because like hell is Lance going to have this conversation when hes so artfully avoided it and no ones brought it up and everything is FINE! 

And he's pinned. 

Keith is slightly winded- Lance's boney knees had a few purposes thank you- but he has Lance's wrists pinned on either side of his head, and legs pinning the rest of him in an annoyingly cool move that Lance will be learning later. But there's no triumphant grin or banter, instead worry still clouds his expression. 

"Have you slept at all since you've… been back?" He- like everyone on this ship- have refused to really bring up what went down. And it's not like Lance did either! But he's scared still, of things that happen again before his eyes. Keith's finger presses gently on his cheek, turning Lance's teary eyes towards him once again. "Talk to me, Sharpshooter." 

And Lance's soul, tired and weary, breaks open like a flood gate. Tears leaked down his cheeks- warm, they were always so warm against his cold skin- and he trembles- shivers, it was cold there, he was so cold. 

"I'm scared." He utters the words like a secret, and really it is one. Even if they saw him broken and at the end of his rope, Lance had tried so hard to return to his role when he got back, to be useful… “I don’t want to go back Keith.” 

“We will never let that happen! That guy isn’t going to hurt anyone ever again, and I promise to keep anyone else from doing it too!” Keith’s adamant response and determined eyes are enough to make him sob again, Keith falters wiping some of the tears absentmindedly. “What did I miss?”

“I don’t,” he swallows thickly, trying to get his thoughts in order, “want to be the seventh wheel anymore. The least. I don’t want to be alone. Please don’t-” he chokes on another sob and Lance is hurriedly pulled into a warm embrace. 

He’s startled for only a moment before heat chases away his cold, and safety wraps around him, and he burrows into it, hands gripping tightly around shoulders, afraid the moment will end too soon. 

“I’m sorry we made you feel that way. We were an absolute mess without you Lance, you have no idea how lost we were, I think I was literally ready to kill one of them. And I wasn’t alone in the sentiment. We can’t do this without you, and I don’t think we’d want to either.”

“I think,” he sniffles, voice muffled in Keith’s chest, “that’s the most I’ve heard you say at once in a while.” He squeezes tighter, voice softer, “thank you.” 

“I don’t know exactly what you went through, but I’m here if you need anything. And the team will be too, I’ll make sure of it okay?” Lance is hesitant in his nod, worry still deep in his chest. “Alright dork, movie night on the couch. If you’re gonna be awake so am I.” 

Keith stands and Lance yelps as he’s lifted, gripping Keith’s throat tight enough to choke. His face burns a brilliant shade of red to match his swollen eyes no doubt, and he can only give Keith’s little grin a petulant look. 

“I can walk.” 

“You could.” Keith agrees as he turns and starts the journey towards the common room. 

Lance watches him as they walk, aware of how out of character this was for them, How much Keith surprised him. He even worries this is a dream, that he’ll wake up alone in that cold dark room, or worse yet, that something terrible will happen next and the team will- but Lance doesn’t think even his mind could imagine these strong arms and abnormally warm chest. He’s set down on the couch, his fingers tighten on Keith’s shirt unconsciously. 

“I’m staying, I promise.”

And that meant more than Keith will ever know.

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[noeggets]

Fellow scan2go liker.... what do u think about the JET Kids.....

😢 THEY ARE MY CHILDREN

I watched the English dub of the show so ima use the English names

KAZ - love him, hes trying his best me a d my friend talk about how we understand this is a kids show but it would have made him such a different person if he lost some of his battles. Like it would have helped him learn something but he never lost any of his races. And I still have a whole ask to answer about Tiga and his brother so I'll leave that out of me talking about Kaz lol

Remember the ep where they were at the racing school and Kaz wanted Shiro on his team but he also wanted his friends on his team? I feel like his friends were a little over reacting because they know hes dumb and he didnt mean he wanted a new team he meant he wanted Shiro and them on his team which he couldn't have and it was later explained to him but aggressively cause they were all mad at him I understand this is a kids show but c'mon! Me and my friend have long conversations about this little kids show and how it could be better alot

FIONA - alright squirrel girl, I enjoy Fiona but I feel like they always had her jealous for no reason like she would just always get jealous of things she never cared about. Like when Titi wanted to race or when the boys just wanted to get a autograph from her, there was never any indication that Fiona liked any of her friends so it makes 0 sense for her to be upset that Diego and Myron wanted to see Titi and then later they had a rivalry that made 0 sense but before that I believe Tete did get mad at her and tell her at least she gets to race whenever she wants or maybe I'm crazy and I just imagined that

HOWEVER I will say I do enjoy Fiona and Hebina having a Rouge and Amy kinda thing going on I just wish they would let Hebina win sometimea cause I feel like Hebina never wins but shes supposed to be a treasure hunter pirate thing

I LIKED WHEN THEY WERE ON TEAMS AND HEBINA SHARED A ROOM WITH FIONA AND SHE WAS PLAYING WITH HER PWT SQUIRREL IT WAS THE FIRST STEPS OF THEIR FRIENDSHIP

MYRON - this child has o business being this sassy and hes supposed to be the Tails character but I'm here for it. Love how he lashes out and doesnt stay in the stereotypical nerd character he will put you in your place as he has done Kaz and many others the sass on this child is out of this world lol I don't remember a whole lot of things besides this but he had his moments that's all I can say love him

DIEGO - gotta say I was concerned about this boi because when he left the team that one time and he was walking the train tracks me and my friend was on high alert cause we thought he was looking to get run over BETTER NOT

Also it was really funny when Taiga was talking to Ryu Kaizel and Digeo went into like Tigas head or whatever d he told him talking to him wasn't worth his time and Tiga was like yeah you know you right

Dndhdndjfnfh Diego is the goat

[blookmallow]

so i went after benny. walking through caesar's camp was a thoroughly unpleasant experience, i do not care for a single one of them but i didnt want to start shit since i knew there was no way i could fight them all off and i figured if they're gonna be stupid enough to invite me in im gonna take advantage and steal as much information as i can (which... unless im forgetting something i dont think i ever actually got to do anything with any of the info i found?? maybe there's more if you progress further in the ncr plotline than i did i guess)

this is how i feel about legionnaires 💖

god. they have children in here. i truly hate to think what a generation who grew up like this would be like. i dont even know what the solution is here. how to you even approach something like this

i dont know how i was supposed to feel about finding benny like this. it didn't feel vindicating or satisfying to me at all. it just felt kind of pathetic. i know this man tried to kill me multiple times but i just had no desire for revenge. i honestly wanted to let him go but i tried a few times and he just kept getting dead immediately so i went to like. research if its Possible to get him out alive and it seems like even if you're REALLY determined nothing really happens and he just kind of vanishes from the game anyway. seems like he was Supposed to die here one way or another. i decided the machete duel was the most in line with my character - if i cant choose mercy (whether he deserves it or not, doesn't matter) im at least going to make it fair

fighting him with a knife and nothing else felt very. barbaric somehow. i did not like how it made me feel. but i like that it made me feel that, if that makes any sense. i dont know if it was supposed to feel like a victory or revenge but it just kind of felt like "what are we doing here, what is any of this for, why are we fighting like animals" and i feel like that goes... pretty well with the overall vibe/message of this game. war never changes and nobody ever wins, eye for an eye leaves everyone blind, etc, etc

i dont know, something about this whole section felt real heavy to me. i think my courier has some pretty serious trauma over it. i didn't go back to talk to caesar after the fight or anything. i just left. i just wanted to get away from them all

im headcanoning that the legion gave my courier benny's stuff as a like "to the victor go the spoils" type deal since, like, i wasn't just gonna leave it there but it wouldn't really make sense for her to go out of her way to go grab his suit lmao

anyway she kept them but doesn't use them for anything. she has no desire to Display them like trophies but felt the need to keep them anyway. i think probably she still uses his lighter. claims its just useful and she doesn't care where it came from but i think it means Something to her. reminder of the past. i dont know

ANYWAY. that's. that on that

i dont think that counts as a bed

i really dont understand the brotherhood of steel, like, they kinda weird me out and i dont get what their whole deal is but they haven't really done anything ive observed that was like... blatantly Evil or anything. i ultimately chose to just leave them alone bc i dont want them as my enemy and i just didn't see any good reason to kill them all. mr house told me to kill them. the ncr told me to kill them. yes man kinda went oooookay! terrible idea, but you're the boss! when i said i didn't want to. i dont understand what they're trying to do but i don't see why mass murder is necessary here either

i love super mutants though. i love this guy

i love this guy as well. i also feel like i probably shouldn't have supported the great khans, i know they're drug dealers who frequently work with fiends and raiders but like. when i tried to negotiate peacefully they were willing to work with me and i convinced them not to support the legion so i feel like that's a win. i dont know i really just went into most conflict situations in this game from a "how can i resolve this problem with the least amount of unnecessary violence possible" standpoint and was repeatedly quite impressed with the number of times i had that option. new vegas really gives you a lot of different ways to deal with a situation before you have to pull a gun on someone. i have connections all over the mojave, i have a lot of science/medical skill points and can usually find a way to pass a skill check one way or another, you really don't have to kill people all that often if you're willing to pull some strings

i pretty much only directly oppose/kill on sight if it's legion or fiends. both of which have a history of Known Rapists. legion has slaves. fiends mutilate people and leave their bodies hanging outside their camps. i feel like im justified there

i found some aliens??? wake up america

i really appreciate whoever felt the need to update this old sign

people making use of whatever busted up remains of civilization they can find is one of my favorite parts about fallout games i still love the novac thing

the textures on this entire section of ground broke. thanks bethesda

and this. as well

and that robot over there which was awkwardly scooting backwards for a good 30 seconds before it finally got back on track

what is happening here

this was a weird wasteland perk thing but i dont understand it in the slightest

[stars-in-our-skies]

rant warning-- so thinking about it again, that whole “hawks killed twice & everyone hates him” thing (but also, the ENTIRE war) still makes me mad but not even because he killed twice in specific. i dont care that he killed a villain. I just want to know why society cared that he killed a villain. it was him or twice, the fuck did you want him to do? die? you’ll sleep better at night, in your evacuation shelter, knowing the number 2 hero is fucking dead? if the point was “bluh all might made people feel safe and now theyre stupid :(” oh so it’s all mights fault? the hell do you want him to do about it, NOT save people? that’s kinda in the job description of a PRO HERO. why are you mad that villains are dead. do they think the villains just... disappear? would you rather the villains NOT die? because only a few days later those same villains that were apprehended got released from fucking prison. you know, nearly ALL of the villains that caused the war? Oh that’s soooo much better. i feel much better knowing that we didn’t kill any of the villains that would later be released from prison! So that was pointless.

and then they have the gall to blame THE HEROES for the destruction THE VILLAINS CAUSED. Like i’m no hero apologist (quite the opposite, i think criticizing the way hero society works is correct) but why are we blaming them for something they didnt do? Is it because they didnt prevent it? Mount lady couldnt stop him and she was his size. I would like to see the civilians try to apprehend a GIANT FUCKING MONSTER. If we should be mad at anyone we should be mad at the 20-something highschoolers that couldnt stop him -- but logically, society doesnt even know that they were there, so I get that. better question: how do the children sleep at night knowing THEY caused mass destruction by not stopping machia first? Why didn’t momo just create a bomb? She made an entire fucking canon before, she can surely make a hand grenade, right? It doesn’t even have to be something destructive, there were so many options, why a sedative? She’s one of the smartest people in her group to the point of being temporarily the leader, and that’s the best she can do? Even so how did NOBODY, out of a group of 20-something kids, have the aim to get the sedative in his mouth the first time? God i hate those kids. And i’m reading my hero academia! I’m supposed to like them! Let alone the fact that we barely see the kids these days. what’s the point of having them there if they barely do anything? If you’re going to have a series focused on kids essentially enrolling in the equivalent of military school, at least have them do actual things that the school teaches them? Or at LEAST let them be in the spotlight, not the fifty thousand heroes that teach them? But I digress before i blow an artery. -_-

I love this series but there’s not a single part of that whole arc that made sense. it was a while ago at this point and i still dont get why this was written this way & literally everything afterwards hinges upon it. It’s so stupid. gahhhhh

[tiodolma]

"if merlin didn't listen to the warnings then he and morgana would have worked so well!" you mean if merlin turned to the dark side and didn't care that morgana became a cruel and mercilless person trying to kill everyone and destroy everything? then yeah. but that's not merlin. he turned his back on morgana for a reason. after trying to help her for years she still just wanted them all dead, including ppl who had always tried to help her like merlin and gwen

I don't understand your reasoning. what you want is for merlin to have been another cruel person killing all of his friends just bc he and morgana liked and respected each other in s1. the reason they stopped liking esch other is precisely bc morgana became a horrible cruel person who wanted him and his friends dead and tried to accomplish this multiple times

merlin knew about morgana's true nature waaaay before anyone was putting pressure on him to distrust her. he knew about the things she was doing and planning before even arthur knew. merlin's distrust didn't come from a bunch of people repeatedly telling him to distrust her

you're giving morgana fans a bad name with these takes

you guys are so funny tbh.

morgana wanted uther dead first and foremost. morgana saw that uther delusional rule is causing more harm than good. She had run out of options to counter him. S2 showed how much she bargained, pleaded, used the system, used her priviliege, anything just to get the king to listen. She had no allies in court, no one powerful or magic-inclined publicly on her side. What was she supposed to do in the face of the tyranny and injustice? She already knew she had magic. She was scared for her life. Merlin and Gaius shunned her and made her think she was mad. Ofc she'd turn to the radicals who offered her a way out. There was no more option left. Morgana had to take up arms. No one else was showing her a way out of the misery under Uther's rule.

Merlin, Arthur and Guinevere already knew how energetic, how spitfire, how driven she could be as well as her kindness and justice. She always used her privilege to help others even before Arthur did. But tell me. If you were in her place. If you watched the people of camelot not bat an eye when the king ordered children, their neighbors, innocent people to die, would you have still wished the best for camelot? i ask that in your heart. what would you do to the city who would just allow the king to murder innocents, your friend's father or YOU DEAD just for existing?

What was needed for merlin, especially merlin was to, really show morgana THAT HE UNDERSTOOD. THAT SHE WAS NOT ALONE. THAT SHE WAS NOT CRAZY. THAT HER HATE FOR UTHER WAS JUSTIFIED BUT HER METHODS ARE NOT. but did he ever do thi in s2? NO. HE DIDNT.

Look I don't want Merlin to exactly be like her. But Morgana was still human, she deserved to be given the truth, she deserved to feel bitter, to be angry, to feel hate and resentment, to be told that someone IN CAMELOT really truly did understand her and can help in a concrete and tangible way. She needed to be assured that the injustice will stop in a definite way. She needed to understand that Merlin was working for a definite (?) goal and not just stopping her in the name of "Friendship." Morgana was and has always been fighting against the State, against systemic injustice. Friendship and Love aren't enough gravitas for her to stop the fight anymore.

Morgana was scared for her life jfc. She didn't want to die for being who she was. She felt alone. She needed someone WITH MAGIC to console her. It's the least anyone could have ever done. BUT OUR PROTAGONIST HAVE BEEN WARNED REPEATEDLY NOT TO TREAT HER KINDLY. THEY TOOK HER AGENCY AWAY FROM HER AND SHIELDED HER FROM THE TRUTH.

come on man. you anons are as paranoid as the stupid dragon. You dont treat scared and desperate people like that. you tell them the truth. you tell them they're not alone. you dont drug them and tell them their fears are just in their head for their own safety. you dont use their nightmares of you against them for your advantage. you dont brag about killing their family and friends on their faces. that will just make them vulnerable to further manipulation and madness. you'll just push them away. desperate people with no choice will usually have one way out left. drugs, violence, reckless behavior, insurgency. jfc. look at the real world. systemic injustice always creates more criminals and dissenters. thats why decent prison systems hear them out, put them on rehab, on therapy, grant amnesty and give them better chance at life. LET THEM HEAL. PROVIDE THEM AN OPPORTUNITY TO HEAL. ACCOUNTABILITY, UNDERSTANDING, TRUTH AND HEALING IS THE OTHER WAY.

Just admit it man. Merlin did wrong by her. He really really fucked up. Gaius and Kilgharrah fucked Merlin up so bad he abandoned all the goodness and fairness he had in Ealdor and turned him into a ruthless vigilante and kililng machine that has the power to decide who to eliminate or save just because of their potential as threat while acting above and beyond the law of the soveregin he swore to serve and protect.

[mithliya]

Hi Mena. This is gonna be long. I'm an 18 year old girl and it's been a year since I'm utterly unable to study. I've dedicated my childhood and most of my teen years to studying mostly, to the point where I barely leave the house for any other reason than to go to class and school. My elementary school was especially vicious even though there was no need for me to spend most of my childhood studying to the point where my homework wouldn't end even at night. I was insanely stressed because the amount of homework they gave us was so much that I'd call my friend 6, and yes 6 times a day to make sure I haven't missed any homework. Teachers at elementary would usually take advantage of the quiet students' lack of self confidence and unconditional politeness to be absolutely vile to me and quiet students like me. They'd legit passive aggressively or aggressively lecture me for an hour for something I had no part in and was done by my other, more confident and vocal classmates who'd clap back at the teacher if lectured. Once one of them beat me and my friend up for using the restroom at the same time. No we didn't goof around. We just used the restroom and came back...and she gave us the permission for it!! Students were vicious to each other and even more vicious to me as I couldn't stand up for myself. That's my fault, but anyways. I do not know if I should blame the teachers, but some of them visibly self harmed in our presence and now that I'm older, I realize they had sadistic tendencies too. But I don't think that's their fault. I hope they're doing better now.

Fast forward to high school, the homework was still too much, still had shitty classmates, but at least they didn't attempt to murder me twice. But teachers were excellent! They didn't try to bond with us or have heart to heart talk with us about anything. Didn't try to act like we're their children. Didn't pretend to care about us. Didn't do "tough love" or whatever the fuck that means; they just didn't let anyone disrespect them and that's it. Didn't act like they owed us anything other than teaching. Didnt try to teach about morality or religion. They'd teach, help us with our academic problems, and then just leave. It might sound bad, but I don't care. I loved my teachers for being teachers, for being good at their jobs, not more or less. I'm still in contact with some of them and they are absolutely awesome. I told about my experiences in elementary school to my classmates and they told me to stop midway because it upset them. That was when I understood what I experienced wasn't normal.

In Corona, our online education was basically torture as it lagged 13 times per session, so I had to study on my own. Now the school is finished. I haven't had legitimate education for I suppose two years now, and I'm actually privileged to not be one of the girls in villages who can't and couldn't afford the technology to be connected to the exams at the very least, and had to give up on education. My heart absolutely goes for them, but I'm powerless.

But still. I'm struggling, and I'm tired of hiding it. Being a student was most of my identity. It was and is more important to me than being the daughter of my family, or being a sister to my little sibling. That was my most important identity. Please tell me how I can go back to studying the way I did? Im overwhelmed by bad memories when I try to study and I struggle to breath. I can't stand the sight of books anymore, and I'm being shamed and called lazy for it. I can't enjoy the subjects I used to enjoy. I didn't sacrifice everything that I did to be a jobless woman who will have to rely on a culum who will legally have the right to my body and more than half of my life choices under the law. Actually, my father, despite being very misogynistic on a lot of instances, cared about me enough to have a heart to heart with me and tell me what's up, instead of trying to marry me off and tell me it's safe to rely on men. He was honest with me, he told me as it is, and his biggest fear is me relying on my potential SO, and I'm privileged for it.

Now...how do I get back to studying? Do you have any suggestions? I can't bring up my issues anymore because it's used against me to justify barring women from education, while boys can unashamedly drone about their struggles with school.

your reaction to studying honestly sounds a lot like your former experiences with education deeply traumatised you. bad associations, what sounds like panic attacks, being flooded with negative memories… that’s either trauma or anxiety rooted in trauma. if seeking a therapist to help break these associations and instead associate positive things with studying is not a possibility for you, then i guess you’d have to break that association yourself. the way i’d suggest doing that is to break it down to very small steps. if you can’t stand the smell of books, would you be able to stand the smell of certain books or some papers or sth else? or perhaps have books around you (the kind u can smell) & do something positive & that u enjoy while smelling the scent of the books. this’ll at least help you not associate the smell of books with something deeply negative. the same can be said for other aspects, like if studying itself is automatically associated with negative memories for u is it possible to perhaps break down studying into very small sections, ensure you do it in a happy + safe environment and reward yourself before, after, & in between the study session? while doing these things, it also helps to write yourself notes about how it felt, if negative think of how you could think of the situation differently or feel better about the situation. if positive, make note of that too bc it’s good to show urself that its nothing too bad nor out of reach. basically i’m suggesting that u try to condition urself into associating studying with positive things rather than the very negative experiences you’ve had. it’s hard to do it on ur own, but it’s possible. trying to be consistent with this pattern and with the positive things you make the situation better with can help. besides that, practicing mindfulness around it can help. for example just dedicating some time to focusing on a book (look at it, hear the sounds it produces when u flip it and such, smell it, feel it… can’t taste it for obv reasons). while that sounds boring & dumb it can perhaps make u also associate book smells less with negative things.

those are the tips i’ve got off the top of my head but honestly it’s probably easier to find a therapist who perhaps specialises in therapy against phobias (such as exposure therapy) bc they generally can figure out how to break it down into smaller steps (better than i can at least dhdhshs). if thats possible id advise that above u trying to do it alone (requires a lot of discipline which i personally do not have & strength too). idk if that helps and i cant think of any other tips so if anyone has better advice.. pls feel free to help here 😭

[adidegmez]

sequel movies spoilers

i wrote these when i was watching the movies so they are a little bit messy.

Star wars Force Awakens spoilers

I don't like stormtroopers. I liked the movie but i cant stand seeing stormtroopers, i just cant. (I can't do it after what happened to the clones).

But i liked rey she is a good person like she didn't sell bb8.

a stormtrooper using Anakin Skywalker's and Luke Skywalker's lightsaber. I am not okay with it. Finn might be a good person in the future but for now i don't like him. He just escaped. Thats what he did during the movie.

And Poe. I love him. I love Oscar Isaac. I watched resistance s1 so i knew him and bb8. And i liked them there and here. Their relationship reminds me anakin and r2. And i like them all. They would do anything to save each other.

Han Chewie Leia C3PO R2D2 i love them. They were perfect in here too. If I had watched Star Wars a long time ago, I would have felt more nostalgia. But it still nice nostalgia, i nearly cried. And it hasn't been a month since I've watched the original trilogy.

i didnt like kylo ren. he is crazy(i couldnt find a better word). He resists the light. I am turning to the light help me turn back to dark blah blah...(i dont get it and i didnt like that scene).

I didn't like the idea of ​​their son turning evil. I guess there were different plans for this trilogy, our original trio are trying to bring order to the galaxy. luke was happy han and leia had 3 children and they were all good.(if i am not wrong it is in legends?). ı would've liked it more.

but instead of that we ended up with a stormtrooper. From what I understand, they conditioned the stormtroopers since they were little.

sad but i dont care. that doesnt change the fact that finn lied to poe and rey just to get himself to safety.

han died. he didnt deserve this. han and leia didnt deserve a son like ren.

visuals of the movie was decent. i saw bad things about this trilogy this wasnt too bad but I too would prefer legends story(I suppose) as well.

Newt is in first order🤔

last jedi spoilers

first scene was perfect. it was funny. I love poe.

In the scene where Luke takes the lightsaber, I thought he wouldn't pick it up and throw it, right? yes, yes, he wouldnt. he did.

finn tried to run again. but at least this gave them a good idea.

i like maz (she will probably die). nice, she didnt die.

reys first lesson is funny.

ben solo being their last hope. no. luke is.

yoda...

how did mark hamill let that happen

i thought rose's plan would work too.

i missjudged holdo but. poe. how could ı not trust poe's desicion.

ben solo helped rey. i liked how he killed snoke but they could heve write a better story.

and of course he turned again. well he never turned to the light side he just wanted power. and maybe rey.

they destroyed the lightsaber...

woaw holdo did it. i realised what she was doing at the same time when poe realised. scene was amazing.

there might still be a hope for finn yet(maybe). he acts more decent now. but still i dont like him much.

rose saved finn thats good but why? by saving your loved ones blah blah blah... It would have been more meaningful and better if he had sacrificed herself. well i kinda hated that scene. Maybe it would have been a little better if Rose had at least lived. But if she was going to die anyway, if she sacrificed herself in his place, even one look would be enough instead of the empty words she said during this unnecessary sacrifice. (I thought like this, but she wasn't dead anyways, but it still wasn't good. (I thought, but he wasn't dead anyway, but it still wasn't good. It was done to make Luke's scene. It would have been better without that scene) and dont get me started with the kiss. everyone is at risk because of what you did rose.

luke returned. "no one is ever really gone" thats the man who convinced darth vader. are we supposed to belive the man saying this line tried to kill his student just because he saw his future. i cant belive it.

wow luke it was cool. how did you do that. and he died. (of course) but at least he gave us one last hope. he gave the rebellion hope.

leia is proud of poe they are like mother and son i loved their relationship.

rise of skywalker spoilers

somehow palpatine returned. finally i saw the meme. thats funny.

maul survived why cant palpatine. but they say he died that i dont know. he could have been like maul. survived because of his hatred.

ı didnt see lando coming.

and of course chewie died. no he didnt. chewie is alive.

c3po lost his memory. i think r2 bring some of his memory back?

this trilogy doesnt left many things from the past.

of course hux is the spy. like kallus but kallus was better. he had a story he had a character development he fighted for what he thought was right. hux ... i dont know what else could happen but i didnt like it.

rey is palpatine's granddaughter i already knew it, i saw spoilers before i watched the movie.

and again leia died too. i knew she would die. they will probably kill chewie too. they didnt How nice of them to do that.(!)

han, leia and luke is together again.

poe why. i know finn is your friend but there are better people. more capable and experienced than he is. he was a stormtrooper, come on.

luke returned.

finn you are not a jedi. you cant just launch an attack based on a instinct.

ı am sure palpatine gives power away(!). (he wouldnt imho).

ı didnt like kylo's story it was bad written. why did he turned good? because his mother died?

most of this sequel movies are not wellwritten. i dont hate the actors i liked them but the story was bad so...

in the end rey did kill palpatine. maybe not because of hatred but she did kill him.

is finn a forcewielder?

ben died.

finn didnt even had a proper character development(imo)

rey skywalker. i dont have anything against rey i loved rey. she is good. but i didnt like how she called herself skywalker. like; luke and leia did show up but still something was not right. it would have been better if someone else say that.

voices of jedi past ,

i knew i heard hayden christensen, but they also brought ahsoka and kanan!!!

there maybe things that i didnt understand well because its my firts time finishing star wars but thats my opinions for now.

[the-geek-librarian]

Have Sparda family Archives Au bc I love hitting the lil fucker ( Vanica)

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Vanica Persephone (P.) Zogratis age 5: her magic had just developed, it was supposed to be a happy moment right? Every other kid in town was looked scared of her, many Mothers grabbed their children and pulled them away with looks of horror on their faces

"What is wrong with that child"

"Look at her magic its- oh lords"

"Why hasn't the royal family gotten rade of that godforsaken family yet??"

But that didn't matter to her ( for that moment at the very least) because when she looked over at her Mother she was smiling, a look of pure pride on her face. As if she any worry she mare have had was wiped way.

Vanica P. Zogratis age 6: it had been a year since she developed her magic. And it was hell. Everyday in and out. Mother had told her she was special she was different from Dante and Lucius-nee, she told her she would make her into a proud warrior worthy of her name. It sounded good... Mother never prezed her or her brothers for anything-

SMACK

A hard hit on her stomach she didnt even have time to process what had happened. One moment she was up on her feet (it felt like she was walking on nails) and the next she was coughing up saliva on the floor as hot tears rolled down her eyes and shot ran to her lips

"Come on now Vanica, Stand up"

She coughed and cried harder "M-Mom please,-" a loud 'Tch' escaped her Mother lips "A Sparda dose not beg"

Vanica P. Zogratis age 15: She had just gotten her Grimwore... It felt weird holding it her hands, but something about it made her feel nice.... Made her feel safe

However, that feeling was short-lived as she felt the way everyone else looked at her and whispered filled the room. She pulled her Grimwor close to her chest. Should I just kill everyone in here? She wondered to herself, she can. She was the second strongest person in here and god knows she wouldn't care and she was certain Mother wouldn't either.

"Vanica, come we have what we wanted. Now let us go." Her Mother ordered and without missing a beat Vanica quickly turned her heels and walked towards her. Mother percents demanded respect, she always cared herself with such pride she was unfazed by most things and never really raised her voice. Not even in all her arguments with Dante where he would shout his lungs out and she just looked... Annoyed? Sad? Like she was disappointed at him.

They walked back home in silence Vanica looking down at the Grimwor at her hands, though the silence didnt last long. To her right she heard the cry of a child and turnd to look, a kid with a bleeding knee siting on the ground crying its eyes out as its Mother ran over to them pulling them in their arms. When she would bleed her Mother would tell her to keep moving, to stand up and continue...

She didnt know how to feel.

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Pain... It was a familiar feeling, one she knew too well. But this- this was different white-hot agony ran through her body blood was runing down her nose, her forehead and a bit on her mouth.

When they had gotten home Mother had ordered her to go against her in Kombat to see what Vanica can do with a Grimwore. Vanica likes to fight. She really does!! The adrenaline that gose through her when she fight Anemona is godly. But this, no, no, no fighting against Mother was just torture.

"Is that all?" Morther's voice rang through her ears, gods Vanica knew that tone too well for her liking. Mother was dissatisfied with her "If that is truly all you can do... Then I wasted my time with you" Vanica moved her eyes up from the floor, looking up at her Mother.

Disappointment.

That was the only thing on her face and Vanica's Heart was caught up in a knots She is not weak no,no,no she is not like Dante not like Lucius not like Zenon. She barely managed to stand up, something was boiling in her Chest. Maybe in some other life this was her breaking point, the moment where she became a beast and tore her own Mother to shreds. But Vanica knows better, Mother had made sure of that.

Vanica P.... Zogratis? Age 15 and a half: Father and Mother are getting divorced. The house was quiet, she had heard stories about what went on in the houses of people going through a divorce. It wasnt very pleasant. But things in Vanica's house were calm, no shouting, no fighting Father had a look on his face... Like he saw this coming as if it was long overdued. Lucius looked mad but she couldnt care to figure out at what. Dante was in the military so she didnt get to see him. Then theres little Zenon the baby of the family he hadnt the smallest idea of has going on, but a part of Vanica told her he didnt really care.

When everything was set and done Mother and her would be leaving to go to her Grandmothers home, were Vanica whould take on a new last name: Sparda... She liked Zogratis better.

Vanica P. Sparda age 17:

She had watched. Both she, Melina and Katana had watched as their mothers ripped each other apart like- like some wild animals. All for the title of Grandmaster of the Sparda, the honor to serve directly under Grandmother, to be her right hand in her work to serve the god that had made them. Vanica had looked over to her cousins they were both scared, worried about their Mother's life, they were holding hands through it all. Then she looked up, to her Grandmother ever since she had first arrived at this madhouse her face was constantly covered by a thick black veil but her body league was calme and steady. Despite the shouting and the howle of agony that had escaped her Mothers lips Vanica couldn't tell if her Grandmother just did not care or if she had seen this happen so many times before she simply stopped having a response. But when it was all said and done Vanicas Mother had won. Having lossed an eye in exchange for the title of Grandmaster, Melina and Katana were relieved, happy that there Mother was not dead but they dear not show it. Vanica... She wasnt sure she could say the same.

[cynettic]

I just read Kitsune reader x yan Scaramouche's fic, may I have gotten hooked on it? and of course, it's just perfect and that's why I'm here to lose a part two with nsfw, thank you in advance and understand if you refuse:3

Link to Part 1

Summary - Taking you captive, Scaramouche continues to see you as a pillar of support. Coming back home to have you there, always. Even if it meant chaining you up.

Pairings - F!Kitsune!Reader x Yan!Scaramouche

Warnings - Smut, slight noncon ( I tried to make it as consensual as possible but its difficult with yandere themes ), fingering, electricity play

Rating - NSFW

Penpal - Ahhh I'm actually beginning to get attached to this series, might end up writing a couple more posts with different hc and stuff. I hope you liked the post though, have a great day <3

A/N - The literal definition of the ‘stoic cruel boy who’s mean to everyone but you.’ Oh well, Scaramouche is ooc af, but I did change a few things in his backstory so its supposed to make sense for this story ;) Also- since we dont know Scaramouche’s actual name, I have the reader still… yknow, call him Scaramouche. Which is kinda weird cause its his harbinger name but oh well. Also, credit to @cycletr4in for proofreading it ;3

Taglist - @cursedraiden

Stay with Me pt.2

Scaramouche was a gentle captor.

In contrast to piercing eyes and harsh stares when it came to others, he had a soft spot for you. Like the ice that encased him whole melted at your touch, craving for the warmth only you could give him. For your arms around him, to play pretend and imagine he were a child, free, fearless, unbound. A child in your arms, safe and protected.

But you were held hostage, which meant that the chains around your wrists and legs held you down and secured you. Like you were bound to one spot like you’d always been, except this time you didn't have a choice.

You weren't waiting for the Kitsune Saiguu.

Hell, you didn't even have your vision.

This brought on resentment for the dark haired boy. You hated him, you despised him for holding you down under his own judgment. But at the same time, all you saw in him was a child, a little kid who hadn't had the time to grow up. The one who refused to do so because it was his only way to survive in the type of world he lived in. Hide behind that same facade he developed as a kid, snide remarks and unrelenting cruelty.

Just to come back to your arms, sobbing because he was still that child. Sobbing because he was still hurt. Sobbing because you were still his beacon of light, of hope.

He depended on you.

And as much as you built up harsh words to use against him, they dissolved in your mouth when you saw him. His vulnerability that he saved for you and you only. A deep part of you cared for him, a little too much.

Gentle fingers brushed through the locks of Scaramouche’s hair, twirling it around and playing with the strands. It was smooth, a small detail no one would have the chance to notice from the distance he put around himself and others. A quiet hum left his lips as he leaned against your chest, eyes fluttering closed against the soothing feeling of you against him.

The lavish silk sheets were soft against your skin, pillow pushing your form to sit up. Just enough to have Scaramouche in your arms, knees on either side of his body as his head rested under your chin. His chest rose and descended, almost on beat with yours, if not just a tad slower.

You hoped he wouldn't hear the way your heart thrummed against your chest.

Warmth, his body flushed against yours, the luxury of a bed and the small candlelight on your bedside. Different from what you’d grown into just on the side of the trail, sitting for decades. Or with your time with the Kitsune Saiguu, it was never this warm, never this gentle.

But this warmth ended at your beating heart, furiously blazing. Sending an urge of adrenaline through your body, whispering ‘run’ through your veins. A primal urge that would've had your hands around Scaramouche’s neck, till he was wrangling and dead.

Till you could escape.

Hand slowly sliding down his jawline, you let your gentle fingers ghost along the soft skin of his neck. Claws outstretched and ready, sharp and pointed with a deadly intent to kill. You could end him so quickly, overturn his trust and make an escape. You deserved it, you deserved freedom. Not a delusional boy who thought himself protector against someone who’s lived decades more than him.

Jolting at the sensation of a soft grip on your wrist, you watched with idle fascination as he simply cupped your wrist in his hold. Not stopping you, not restraining you, he simply brought your hand to his face. To his lips where he pressed the softest of kisses into your palm. So heartfelt and genuine that all you could do was freeze, not even considering clawing his face.

“I love you.”

You both stayed in that position for a few moments more, silence cradling the tension that slowly dissipated from your body. Forlorn eyes watching as he shift the angle of your wrist to kiss your fingertips. He wasn't waiting for an answer, basking in these soft moments where he could hide in your hold. Like a child, forced to grow up too quickly, yearning back for his foolish naivety, yearning for the childhood he missed.

You were that childhood.

Which is why he clung to you so dearly, showed expressions he didnt know he could make, hold you captive under the impression that it was ‘right.’ What he was doing was okay.

Claws retracted, you pursued your lips, holding back the tears of frustration that burned at your eyes. You hated him, hated him for the chains on your wrists, for the disappearance of your vision that you’d given so much value to. Hated him for the warmth he still made you feel.

You hated him.

You felt like a housewife in some respects. Not with the cleaning and cooking part, and of course no children were part of the equation. But in terms of support, you stayed rooted to that room, loose chains too strong for you to break or tug holding you down. Window was too far, and you were stuck moving around the bed and the desk that sat just a little farther away.

Attempts at having your vision back or more freedom in movement had been discussed with Scaramouche, but as childlike and free as he acted with you, he was not an idiot.

“I don’t plan on underestimating you,” was his answer, head resting on the plush of your chest. “You’re strong, always were. But I have to take extremes to make sure you don’t get hurt, some people out there are stronger than you.”

You wanted to point out that there were a ton of people stronger than him as well, but you kept your mouth shut. “Can I at least see the house? I’ve been cooped up here for so long…”

And he cant say no to such an innocent request as that right?

So he unlocks the chains, the vision at his side reminding you that he was strong. You solely knew that he’d been tough as a kid, and under the intensive training he’d seemed to endure, he was much much stronger. You werent willing to give it a go and lose his trust just yet.

Not like he really trusted you anyways-

At the very least, you’d hoped to get some sort of blueprint of the house, and all you’d received was confusion and your mind making up that the house itself was a maze.

“Didnt we… just pass through here?”

Glancing at the obvious frustration on your face, Scaramouche chuckled, pulling your arm through the hallways you swear you’d seen three times prior. “Nope, most of the hallways look pretty similar. The house wasn't built for dumbasses.”

You flashed him a look and were about to make some snideish rebuttal before you saw the smirk. You knew what he was doing, trying to comfort you with casual arguments you both used to have. Consisting of you telling him to work on his people skills, and him calling you a lazy ass. Of course you missed it, but you also knew you couldn't go back to it.

And then there was the issue when you learned that he was a harbinger.

A scene you didnt want to replay in your head, when a maid burst into your room, Scaramouche acting a tad more intimate. He had an awful tendency to do that, hug your waist and press his face against the crook of your neck. Press gentle kisses down the length of your shoulder that had you shuddering. You weren't used to intimacy, and considering you’d watched him grow up, it was just weird.

Stuttering, the maid had demanded that he was requested by the Tsarista. You’d seen the fear in her eyes when Scaramouche slowly turned to her, seen the unshakable immobility of standing under his gaze.

“Do not enter.” He said, “It’s on the door.”

That was the first time you’d seen Scaramouche kill.

You hoped it’d be the last.

But you’d seen death before, so much death in the time of the Kitsune Saiguu. And for a few seconds, you found yourself fearless as you yanked against the chains, yelling at his figure at the doorway.

“Tsarista?” You snarled, standing just a few feet away from him. His hand on the girls neck, clenching around the pretty skin of hers. Disgusted, the chains that held you back from closing the gap and throwing the girl away from him were impossible to overcome. “Why the hell does she need you?!”

‘Let go,’ you wanted to say. ‘Let her go, she’s going to die.’

It worked, because the ironclad grip was gone, the maid tumbling to the ground lifelessly. You’d been too late, and now her blood was on his hands, your hands. This was your fault and you had half the self control not to thrash against the chains with sharp claws, hands on his neck.

The hard steel gaze vanished in an instant, and like he’d regained his senses, he took a few steps to you. Hands clenching to fists before loosening to fingertips brushing against his palms. Confusion, regret and guilt clouded his features like a child waiting to be reprimanded. You didn't back away, stood firm and fierce when standing and keeping a tough front.

You wanted to cry.

“Its… its a long story.” He finally stated to your question, and when you didnt budge, he took a deep breath. In control again, he closed the distance between the two of you, “I’m sorry.” And that same thrum of electricity jolted through your body, sending you into a spiral of the girls lifeless eyes and Scaramouche’s childlike eyes. Till everything went black.

You woke up with the body gone. Scaramouche was gone as well.

You learned that Scaramouche liked to have things his way. Which meant that he was always in control, always had control of every situation.

Even in those short stretches of vulnerability when he rested in your arms, he still held something over you. And you had to adapt, shift for his wishes, coddle him and stay as his beacon. Because he was stronger, and even if you’d find some way to escape, he would find you.

It was odd, and you slowly let go of the image of him as a child, you knew he was a lot older. He’d probably reached the age your body was stuck in, and with every sweet kiss he pressed to your lips, you knew he saw you as some sort of lover. But as someone who wasn't in control, you simply had to play along, just until you found some way to make your escape.

Without killing him.

_-_-_-_-_

“Strip.”

Laying on one side of the bed, your eyes jolted open at the commanding voice. Slowly, you sat up, eyeing the dim figure at the doorway. Without the help of a candle or the moonlight at the window, you could distinguish Scaramouche at the doorway, taking off the large headpiece as he flung it to the ground.

“Excuse me…?” Your voice was soft, rusty after an evening nap.

“I’ll make you feel good,” was his only answer. Slowly making his way to the bedside till he could properly face you. His eyes were soft, but there was an odd sort of determination that you hadnt seen before. You held back his stare, confusion lacing your features when he suddenly started pulling off loose decorations that hung on his clothes. Just till he unlaced the vest and slid off his shirt. “Don’t worry.” But you didnt know quite what he meant until he leaned further to you, catching you off guard.

So you yelped when his hands suddenly slammed down on your shoulders, shifting you to have access to the buttons of your top layer. He was quick when undoing them, simply swatting away at your hands when you protested and tried to pull him away. Throwing it to the edge of the room when he was done, you could only thrash in horror when he undid your trousers just as quickly, pulling them down before you could grab them back up.

“Scaramouche? Hey-”

And then he threw you down on the bed, exposing you in your undergarments in the cool air of the room. Shivers crept up your spine and bristled across your skin, and before you could curl up to at the very least hide away, you felt a tug at your chains. Fear finally settled in when you saw Scaramouche attach the chain to the bedpost, until your hand was lifted up and he began to do the same to the other.

“Wait wait wait, stop and explain what you’re-”

Only then did he pause from what he was doing, slowly looking down to properly face you. His eyes slid up and down your body, and he took a step towards you. “I’ll make you feel good,” were his only words, and you were forced to take them as all he was planning on giving you. Only when he sat on the bed next to you did you realize what he meant, hand settling on your shoulder, waiting.

“Alright,” you said slowly. Painfully, the words bit your tongue, but you were merciless against someone who had control against the situation. You could say no and you knew Scaramouche would stop, he was gentle to you and you only. And even if he’d been firm just before, you knew that he’d still stop if you asked him to.

A part of you felt thrilled to have that power over him.

Another part of you just wanted to escape.

But you didnt have any hope to do so unless you were willing too give him everything. Because he expected everything and would do anything in his power to obtain it. You’d let him fiddle around with this delusion, thinking that he had control. Until he didnt.

Which is why you didnt flinch when his hand gently slid up your stomach, cold against the warmth you’d had under the blankets. Rubbing gingerly against your skin and drawing smooth shapes over before he slowly slid over your body. His eyes seemed to glint under the darkness of the room, lust filled and wanting.

You didnt shift uncomfortably, you pretended to be that doll he expected you to be.

Just staring up at him as he slowly leaned down to kiss you. His lips felt like snowflakes on a winters day, idly swaying side to side to catch one in your mouth. Jolting like electricity when they melted into your touch, red and swollen when he pulled back. You now vividly felt every touch, as if a current flowed and static jittered in the places he briefly brushed his fingertips.

“You always take such good care of me,” he breathed, lips slowly drifting down your chin. Just past your jawline and right on your neck. The space between your head and shoulder, a soft vulnerable spot that had your lips humming at the affectionate pressure. “Its my turn to take care of you.”

And then his lips were everywhere, collarbone, shoulders, cleavage. Just until his teeth were tugging off your bra, face nuzzled in between both breasts. Both of his hands now resided on your hips, grabbing both thighs to hold them up and against him. You could feel him hard, pressing so close to your heated core.

You managed to keep your reactions in check.

Just until he slowly grinded against you, mouth on your breasts as he again pecked the soft mounds, molding his lips against them as if he could remember the texture, memorize the feel. It was just to that point that mindless sounds slipped past your lips, turning to gasps when his hands on your thighs suddenly buzzed, and static rushed in. Your legs felt weak, entire body thrumming in response to the electricity he sent jolting.

He was using his vision.

The realization was numb against his lips on your breasts, hands slowly stroking the skin of your sides, travelling up. He hovered over you for mere seconds before mashing his lips against you once more, different. He was no longer gentle, and it was with the contact on your tail that you lost all control. When he gently moved it out of the way, backing up.

You were a mess.

Not that you tried to be, you’d been doing your best not to enjoy his touch. But it was hard when your core heated up so fast, mashing both legs together in hopes he wouldn't notice. You knew he would, any action beyond that was just you trying to save your dignity.

He sat there like he was enjoying the sight, the first time you’d seen him actually portray any visual confirmation of satisfaction towards the chains. He’d drink dry any ounce of control you gave him, and it was impossible not to give him it all when you were visionless and vulnerable.

But the dignity you struggled so hard to keep shattered when his hands brushed against your inner thigh.

Fingers slowly made their way to the padded fabric of your undergarments, two digits rubbing the area slowly with expertise. You bit your lip, muffling any groan of anticipation, hiding the way your hips tried to rock back into the gesture. Desperate, oh so desperate. Hiding back the whimpers as he slowly quickened the pace of his fingers against your garments. “Archons Y/n,” he murmured. “I haven't even put anything in and you’re already a squirming mess.”

“Shut u-up,” was all you managed, trying to shift away from the pressure against your clit. But his other hand was on your hip, holding in place. You could only watch and press your thighs tightly together as he slowly slid down your panties, resuming hovering over you. Distracting you with kisses, his fingers gently stroked your core, two fingers slowly sliding into your cunt using your juices.

He was gentle when pumping both fingers in and out, too slow when you thrust your hips to meet his fingers, pleading for him to go faster. But he liked hearing your cries, slowing down when you begged, quickening when you whined and just lay there, taking it.

You shuddered the first time electricity jolted from his digits.

It was when he had three fingers that he sent the static up your body, back arching with such intensity that it even had him chuckling. “Oh? You like it that much?” And then it is like something buzzed against your body, fingers vibrating against your clit as your thighs tightened around his hand. So much that you thought you’d crush it, but it didn't matter, not with the electrifying feeling against your body. It felt so odd, so overwhelmingly good that it had your legs sliding up and down the bedside, toes curling as the static grew and you fell paralyzed to his touch.

It didn't take long with his fingers thrusting in and out of you to cum. Moaning mess when he gave you the time to breathe, teeth biting your bottom lip and then mashing against yours. Your eyes grew fuzzy and most happened in a haze, and all you knew the entire time was that you’d given yourself to him, and that it felt good. You couldn't see the childlike wonder in his eyes anymore, not the need of a beacon or of support. No, the look he shared was feral, the smile tinting his lips almost scary. But it felt too good to care, and you let yourself enjoy his ministrations.

He pulled out and suddenly his own shorts were undone, boxers thrown to the side of the room just like all your other clothing. You didn't see how big he was, just felt his hard shaft against your throbbing cunt, pussy dripping and legs open wide and tired after your first go at it.

You expected him to be gentle like he’d been with his fingers. But he pressed the tip against your core, and in one full motion he was in. Teeth grinding against each other, you held back a scream, shock coursing through your body, overwhelmed with pain and discomfort. It hurt. But it was quickly overshadowed by his movements as he slid in and out of you, slow when pulling his hips back, and rocking himself completely inside you each time. A pattern that let you catch your breath and lose it all the same. Like he was continuously having a go at hitting the deepest parts of you, pulling back before fully thrusting into you and sending waves of pleasure and pain alike.

It was expected, but you couldnt hear yourself.

Not with your mind trapped in a haze of how he felt, body still buzzing after how he’d pulsed his vision through you. And now you were at the mercy of his member, hips swaying along with his, no energy for you to rock with him and try to push him deeper.

Archons, you didn't even think he could go deeper.

But you were proven wrong again and again as he kept the steady pace, hands clawing at your ass and hips. Stabilizing himself and trying to press himself against you, as far as he could go. Slowly, his hands drifted up to your hair, playing with the soft sensation of your furry ears. Pinching and rubbing, fingers coaxing the back of them like a massage. So gentle, but it paled in comparison to the harsh treatment of his dick.

You came first, gripping the chain with your hands in an attempt to stay stable. Walls clenching around him one last time before you got your release, your moans turning into cries when he continued to thrust into you. Your body felt numb, all nerves centred on the way he pounded into you, chasing his own release.

When he did, he pressed his head into your chest, his own breaths heavy with pleasure. Not pulling out, you could only lay there helplessly as his seed filled you, warm in contrast to the electricity he’d shot up your body just earlier. He didnt pull out, and laying in your chest, your heavy breathing didnt stop until he was asleep, collapsing on you and using you as support yet again.

Taking only a minute later to regain control of your senses, you shifted uncontrollably at his member inside of you, sending waves of pleasure every time you moved. Your wrists were restrained and you were stuck in this position till morning.

Achingly, you looked down at the boy, wondering how you would ever manage to escape.

[anonymous-eggy]

OKAY MORE RANDOM HEADCANONS HI

Rian

- imagine how weirded out his crew would be at your presence. I mean sure they've had royalty on board but only ever to get them somewhere on rare occasions. But you????????? You're???? You're gunna be helping around????? Okay now you're helping in securing the sails? Okay cool...wait nO CAREFUL HEY WATCH OUT ITS CROWDED????? heY HEY HEY WHY DID CAPTAIN JUST PULL A DAGGER ON YOU TF????? NO NO NO YOURE GUNNA FALL OFF DECK-

So basically they're all baby sitting you 24/7 now. They're so scared of you getting hurt because you're not used to being aboard such a huge ship plus they're not ready to see that side of the captain

Maave

- hiding fruits!!!!!!!! In all you're things!!!!!!!!!! You gotta eat bb!!!!!!!!!

- lipstick marks on government documents? Only for you <333

-basically becomes your anger translator

- LOVES LOVES LOVEESSS to kidnap you in the middle of events just to sit in peace for a few minutes with her lover,,,so cute,,,

- I feel like even as children she'd do this alot? Like just randomly come to kidnap you in the middle of the night?

- HER KIDNAPPING TOU IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT FOR A BALLROOM DANCE-

Theo

I feel like once you and Theo got together again it might be a little hectic at first??? Cause now you're both taking care of your kingdoms so it takes a little getting used to but if he ever has to leave for somewhere before you wake up he'd feel sooooooo guilty. Imagine him leaving you notes n random places on days you don't get to see him?????? Like

-you looked so stunning on the palace ground today, I hope you'll let me see that beautiful smile at dinner tonight at 7?

-you looked a little worn out after today's meetings. Would you like to meet at the balcony for a few refreshments?

Like even after you're official he'd be so polite <3

OKAY SIDE NOTE

About Sawyer????? I genuinely thought his character was so hot and had so much potential to be simp worth but I feel some ways the writers kinda fd this up would be

-made his character revolving on mc and him falling in love at first sight doesn't really suit him?? Like I get it he's a li but still that quick???

-didnt really think of lesbian players when they made him tbh-

-he had way more screentime that the other li????for what???????even if she shows up a bit later there's so many paid choices for him but not her???????????????

Not to mention how unfairly they treated tess's route

Okay this ask is already way too long so byE

-dumb bitch anon

OKAY SO THIS IS A LOT, HERES A CUT-

Rian

I THINK IT WOULD ALSO BE SO FUNNY BC AT LEAST SOME OF THE CREW MEMBERS (perhaps the older ones) HAVE TO HAD KNOWN RIAN WAS SUPPOSED TO KIDNAP YOU. AND NOW THE TWO OF YOU ARE PRACTICALLY MARRIED?! SOME OF THEM FOR SURE SAW RIAN TEACHING YOU HOW TO DEFEND YOURSELF BY THE SECOND DAY AND WENT "😏 well aint that smthn different".

i bet they definitely teased him (respectfully), but were thankful for the change of heart.

AND IMAGINE HOW SURPRISED THEY PROBABLY ARE TO SEE RIAN BEING ALL SOFT AND LOVING. SURE, RIAN HAS ALWAYS BEEN CARING TOWARDS HIS CREW, BUT THATS IN A EMOTIONALLY DISTANT SORT OF WAY.

and then suddenly you come along and they see a whole new side of caring from him. suddenly, they get to see what he's like when he doesn't keep someone an arms length away. 😭

which would only increase how much the crew respects and doesnt understand you.

first of all, theyre used to royalty being snobby or at least indifferent towards them. and yet here you are, a whole ass ruler of a realm that fought dark magic, politely asking a crewmember what their name is and how to tie a certain knot and listening incredibly intently.

second of all, it took you... like less than three days to kool-aid man burst through the walls he had built up since childhood. and some of the older crew had been trying to do that for years. JUST WHO EXACTLY ARE YOU HUH. HOW.

everything about you just goes against prior experiences and encounters and confuses the heck out of them 💀

they would do literally anything to protect you. they adore you. it rained the other night? you get a bunch of "be very careful, your highness! the deck is slippery!" and if you do slip, Rian and any crew members around are leaping to balance you. like how a parent catches a baby before it can fall 💀

not because they think you cant take care of yourself! they just really really like you and don't want you to get hurt.

Maeve

OH MY GOODNESS OFC SHE'D BE THE ANGER TRANSLATOR AHAHAHA

"i believe strongly that discussing this matter would not be the best use of our time at the moment"

"they mean 'stop wasting my fucking time and lets get this shit done bc IM TIRED OF THE BS'"

AND THE LIL FRUUUUUITS

imagine if she writes lil notes with them sometimes like "noticed you didn't have time for breakfast, take this to go, my love <3" UGH 💕💕💕💕

AND SHES KNOWN YOU FOREVER SO SHE KNOWS WHEN YOU NEED TO TAKE A BREAK FROM A PARTY 😭

DANCING AT NIGHT WITH HER IN THE BALLROOM, THE BOTH OF YOU STILL WEARING NIGHT CLOTHES

Theo

HE'D SO FIND WAYS TO STILL SPEND TIME WITH YOU. and... as much as Maeve doesn't like him, she loves you which means she really wants you to be happy, so i could see her taking care of things for you so you can hang out with Theo and spend time with him 😭

good lord dont get me started on Sawyer. honestly, his character is just... incredibly flat and his personality is one that makes me uncomfortable 💀 he just acts like the type of dude that would commit microaggressions and make terrible jokes and then tell you that you're overreacting when you call it out. WHICH IS LITERALLY BECAUSE THEY WERE SO LAZY WITH HIS WRITING. HE RLLY DID HAVE POTENTIAL 💀 i will admit, he would have been better received if Tess had gotten a proper route, but the way he's shoved onto the mc makes me really uncomfortable bc NOT EVERYONE WHO PLAYS LIKES MEN OR IS EVEN ATTRACTED TO SAWYER!

the writer for roadkill was very lazy with his and Tess's characters and it upsets me so much 💀

[tamhrayis]

Why did Ymir choose Mikasa?

"Okay, maybe im just dumb and didnt get something but couldn't ymir see the end result of EM's suffering via paths, so she already knew the lesson mikasa learnt anyway?? bc it means that this all was just completely unnecessary and eren could live... is it really a plot hole or did i not understand something?"

I've received a question and would like to answer it in a separate post rather than an ask. I have been keeping this draft since ch.137, but never really could post it, because I didn't think that my points will be concrete enough. But thanks to ch.138 and 139, I finally can touch this topic again!

So...starting with Ymir. We all know that she was a slave in king Fritz’s tribe. Someday she freed pigs and the king “freed” her, but hunters ended up chasing her in the forest. She was hurt and somehow fell into a pound inside of the tree then our infamous hallucigenia attached to her spine, and she became the first titan shifter. After king discovered her power, he used her to enlarger his tribe and eventually, the tribe became an empire. King Fritz let her have his kids and continued to exploit her.

At the very end she died in pain, because she wanted to protect the king. This moment for some people was confusing, but we all supposed that it was out of plain obedience. Nothing more and nothing less.

Before, in ch.137 Zeke said that Ymir has been obeying Karl Fritz for 2000 years, but what was the reason? Zeke said that Ymir wanted to feel connected, because she was attached to the world she left behind. But...Zeke couldn't understand her. He spent a lot of time in paths trying to find the reason why she is so obedient, but still couldn't find the exact reason besides the attachment. He also mentioned that Eren could understand her, while he didn't.

As Eren said in ch.139 during his talk with Armin...Ymir was in "love" with the king. He'd burned her hometown, killed her parents, cut off her tongue, let her wander in the forest, exploited her powers, let her breed children and at the end let her daughters eat their mother's flesh...But she still "loved" him and that's why paths were created. Ymir didn't want to die nor live. She wanted to feel and see love, and be a part of it, but she couldn't get it when she was alive.

Then...how did Ymir still love him? It was the Stockholm syndrome. She simply felt attached to Karl Fritz, because he gave her a relatively better life. Yes, the king still saw her as a slave. She wasn't his wife or at least a person he cared about. He didn't see her as someone equal to him. She was just a weapon, breeding machine and slave, but definitely not his love.

Ymir knew that her "love" was wrong, but she couldn't escape it, because she trapped herself in the endless cycle of hatred and agony that didn't even start because of her, but because of the person she "loved". Eventually, her titan powers were passed down from generation to generation and she got nothing to do, but to obey the king's blood. She wanted to escape. She wanted someone to free her.

So...Why did he choose Mikasa for that role? As many people pointed out, Mikasa and Ymir have some similarities. Both had powers, they stayed loyal and were selfless, but...Mikasa had what Ymir didn't. Free will, freedom and love.

Mikasa stayed loyal to Eren not because she obeyed him and he forced her to do so, but simply because she loved him and it was her choice. Ymir chose Mikasa, because she is the freest person. Mikasa is an Ackerman, the bloodline that rebelled against king's ideology, and the descendant of Hizuru's shogun's clan, which had nothing to do with Ymir herself. Everything Mikasa did was purely out of her conscience and the right to choose. In this case, Eren was the one who has served as the pathway for Mikasa to free Ymir.

Ymir could see Eren and Mikasa, and I think she and Eren himself were the ones who told child Eren where Mikasa is back when she got kidnapped. Because, otherwise, Ymir wouldn't be freed and the cycle would continue to exist. But she couldn't fully free herself, because hallucigenia still existed and as we saw in ch.138, it has had mind on its own and probably needed a "host" to exist, which was Ymir and her subjects. It desperately wanted to live, but of course, since Ymir was its main "host" and got freed, it also stopped to exist.

Aside from this, Ymir wanted to witness the most unconditional love that could exist. Both Eren and Mikasa did a very noble act of sacrificing their love for the sake of change and I think this is what Ymir wanted to see.

Yes, from Ymir's side, it was very selfish and to be honest, I was also a bit disappointed to see her vanishing like this, but I guess, that was the fault from my side, because Ymir has never actively participated in the whole process of rumbling. All what she did was observing and guiding Armin and Mikasa to her. After all...everything she wanted was a selfish wish to be free and see love. It was never about repaying the debt or helping someone. Probably...that's why she needed these three selfless people to free her.