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OC Meme - Vharloth Zal'arin
(Baldur's Gate 3 version)
Tagged by: No one directly, but @ex-textura's gorgeous boy Ilztaufein inspired me to do this for yet another OC
Tagging: Everyone who wants to do it and hasn't been tagged directly!
B A S I C S
Full name: Vharloth Zal'arin. He chose the name for himself. He'd rather cut out his tongue than ever speak his birth name again, since he associates it with nothing but misery.
Gender: Cisgender male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Pronouns: He/him
Class: Oathbreaker Paladin
O T H E R
Birthplace: One of the greater cities in the Underdark, but I haven't decided on a specific one yet.
Job: None at the moment. Before his escape, he was being kept as a slave and gladiator.
Phobias: He bears an intense fear of seeing loved ones suffer or die, but since that fear isn't irrational, it's not quite a phobia.
Guilty pleasures: There's not much that brings him pleasure to begin with, but he doesn't feel guilty about anything that does.
Hobbies: He doesn't know himself well enough to have many real hobbies yet, but what he does know is that he enjoys singing - mostly where nobody else can hear it, though.
M O R A L S
Alignment: He still has to figure out where his free will will land him, but probably along the lines of chaotic good.
Sins: None of the classic deadly sins fully apply to him, but negative traits of his include jealousy, apathy/reluctance, as well as a tendency towards judgmentalism, all of which he's aware of, and actively trying to overcome.
Virtues: Patience, tenacity/resilience, hope, and the willingness to learn and improve
T H I S O R T H A T
Introvert / Extrovert
Organized / Disorganized
Close-minded / Open-minded
Calm / Anxious / Restless
Disagreeable / Agreeable / In between
Cautious / Reckless / In between - strongly depending on the given situation, and whether or not there are lives at stake other than his own
Patient / Impatient / In between
Outspoken / Reserved / In between
Leader / Follower / Flexible
Empathetic / Unempathetic / In between
Optimist / Pessimist / Realist - not quite applicable. His past has left him with a pessimistic streak, but he's actively working on getting rid of that, forcing himself into a more hopeful mindset.
Traditional / Modern / In between
Hard-working / Lazy
R E L A T I O N S H I P S
OTP: None so far
Acceptable Ships: Vharloth x Halsin. They're not an absolute OTP, but they'd work nicely together, at least from Vharl's point of view. Halsin's grounded, wise, and kind nature is something he'd feel himself strongly drawn to.
Maybe even Vharloth x Astarion. I don't think they'd last for very long, but they could bond over some of their past trauma, and misinterpret their understanding of each other's emotions as romantic feelings.
OT3: Vharloth x Halsin x Lythia (another OC of mine). Lythia is a young half-elf, her father being Aozhan, my main OC. She's sweet, gentle, kind, accepting, and has a strong heart. Halsin and Lythia are the actual OTP here, but since they've agreed to let each other roam if they wish, and since they've both got elven blood, I can also see them with Vharl.
Brotp: Vharloth x Karlach. Vharlach, if you will. Vharl gravitates towards people with a positive mindset, since he himself is actively fighting to allow optimism into his own life, so he'd probably enjoy spending time with her. There wouldn't be romantic feelings from his side, though, since he only feels those towards other elves or half-elves.
Notp: Probably a good few, but the most obvious one is Vharloth x Minthara. Being not only a female drow, but also a Paladin of Lolth just like he himself used to be, he'd be terrified that she'd make an attempt to take him back to the Underdark and have him punished for his insubordination, to a point he'd refuse to stay with the group if she was part of it.
B A C K S T O R Y
I don't have his full story developed, but here have some facts about him that I do know for sure - in no particular order.
He's the firstborn child of a rather well-respected family, but not of noble background.
He used to have a younger sister. She was his everything, but she was killed during an attack at a social event hosted by one of the high houses, which he was also present at. His parents never forgave him for failing to save her, and neither did he.
After those events, he was pretty much disowned by his family, and eventually ended up enslaved under another matriarch.
"His one redeeming quality," as his parents often stated, was that he was talented with the sword, which led to his mistress sending him into coliseum fights for the upper class's entertainment, and eventually he was encouraged to swear the Oath to Lolth. He didn't keep it out of true conviction though, but for the fear of consequences.
For almost his entire life, he's secretly dreamed of a life on the surface. The only person he ever told about this was his sister, whom he used to have a close bond to.
Having made it to the surface now, he's in a strange mental place, having bouts ranging from internal emptiness, to radical longing for any sort of experience for experience's sake.
A quote of his is: "I'd rather go blind from seeing the sun just once, than never getting to see it."
At some point in the future, he will renew his oath, but this time he'll swear it to Lathander, and this time, he'll mean it.
#Tristan talks#My OCs#OC meme#Vharloth Zal'arin#He's my edgy trauma baby#In the middle of his character development arc#And I love him to pieces
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Hi btw being trans does not automatically grant you supernatural understanding of all esoteric trans knowledge. You actually need to put effort into learning or put effort into keeping quiet about things that don't pertain to your specific experience
#my cishet brother has a better grasp of transgender theory than my transgender bisexual sister because he like... did some basic research#meanwhile my sister confidently told me 'oh youre nit trans youre neutral' the ither week and i almost slapped her#miss maam i am nonbinary and i have been out as some kind of trans for ten years i will politely ask you to shut up ONCE#also in no universe am i 'neutral' but even if i WAS by definition i would not be identifying wholly with my assigned sex#WHICH WOULD MAKE ME TRANSGENDER ANYWAY#apparently shes been portraying herself as the only trans in the family despite the fact that ive BEEN OUT FOR A DECADE#like ms maam when i came out you were TEN YEARS OLD. i taught you what transgender meant! i know for certain i taught you better#i DEFINITELY taught you better than to TELL PEOPLE WHAT THEY ARE#like okay i guess if youre not into research and history and you just wanna exist without having yo be an expert that is fine#but DO NOT present yourself as an expert. you are an expert in YOUR BODY and YOUR EXPERIENCES#like. shes got severe 'no one has ever done it like me. i am the weirdest girl at the party' syndrome#while also having the personality of an edgy piece of toast#i love her but i have. been very angry at her and i cant even say anything about it#like. baby girl you are a very generic case of autism and transgender and bisexuality. youre not the most random unique case#'how could you understand?!' meanwhile im sitting there wildly neuridivergent and transgender and i got eldest daughter/third parent trauma#like hmm yeah i wonder what id know about it. i wonder how i could possibly understand. i wonder how i could possibly offer relevant advice#i give up#shes a fucking edge lord and our mum feeds into it rather than being like 'some of your experiences are actually universal'#anyway rant over#my brother is an angel and i eould die for him. worlds best ally#he has never once misgendered me or made me feel weird about it. unlike some other siblings who demands i punch her if she gets it wrong#like... no? stop being weird about it youre making me more uncomfortable than using the wrong pronoun did#mums like that too 'oh i messed up hit me!' like no#how old are you?#grow up im not gonna hit you back why would hurting you make me feel better? does hurting people make you feel better?#cause that sounds like something you should see a licensed professional about. i dont care if its a therapist or a bartender#just do it away from me#rant#personal#delete later
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one of my most outstanding achievements I like to be aware of is that I am a "adachi tag most used tag" blogger and I haven't drawn edgy villain "I'm sick of the world" art of him once
#kommento#// no bored looking lazy tired expressions nor him posing him in front of a tv#// like I gave him TV trauma already and the best youll see is that ive hit him w a bat and cruelly kicked him around like a stray animal#// hes far from a poor little murderer meow meow ive made him a sad crying sopping wet cat who lost everything after learning to let things#// fill his emptiness which makes him severely regret that and why he doesnt do that in the first place#// I don't say 'posted' because I've gone through archives of all my art and doodles a million times to look for something to eat#// even at the start of my persona phase 2017-present there is NOTHING of me making him look like That#// I don't find it in me to ever draw him like every edgy anime keyart he's in or the general genre of how he's depicted in canon or fandom#// closest thing to source is that I can draw him as a goofball. and at the opposite end of the spectrum is me making him cry like a baby#// there's so much to do with tohruadachi than. uhm. whatever rokurosaito does. im the girl filling a niche THAT IS THE MOEL HONOR ‼️‼️‼️
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I love how Malleus is misunderstood in the truest of sense not because he's a typical kuudere who likes animals but just happened to always pick the most offensive language known to mankind every time he wants to praise the mc, but because people are literally making up shit about him that he's never done before.
"He'll kill you on sight," "He eats babies for breakfast," but when you meet him he's a genuinely happy person. Like, not even because you accidentally triggered his gap moe and you see the golden heart he's purposely hidden from the world because of trauma or some edgy crap. Literally just someone who smiles the entire time he's talking to you and guffaws at your jokes and gets excited at the thought of going to places with you.
Like, that's not a kuudere, that's a normal person.
And it's not even that he doesn't have trauma. My guy accidentally got cursed by his own mom. It's just that he thinks the prospect of a precious present moment weighs so much more to him than a past he has no control over.
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Resident Evil Characters - A Summary
Note: This is entirely my own opinion and said with a heavy dose of humor
Please enjoy
Chris Redfield
OG
Started as a twunk
Became an angry gorilla man???
Alpha Male™️
Punches boulders
Wants you to marry his sister
Smoker
Hide yo kids, hide yo wife
Rude to wait staff
2/10 - Just a guy. Hit him with your car
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Jill Valentine
Other OG
Arguably better main of RE1
Master of Unlocking
Bisexual Bob™️
Butch
Supercop
Once got mind-controlled into going blonde
Rocket Launcher babe
PTSD
Big Strap Energy
Giant anime gun
10/10
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Albert Wesker
OG Baddy
Sunglasses
Thinks he’s cool
A little too into Chris
“What are we going to do this game, Albert?”
“What we do every game, Alex: try to take over the world”
Matrix jacket
Maybe a vampire?
Looks like my uncle (derogatory)
4/10
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Barry Burton
Bear
A+ line delivery
Just happy to be a part of things
Wishes his daughter would talk to him
Comes through in a pinch
Got lost on his way to The Last of Us
Father figure
Not dead out of sheer dumb luck
8/10
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Rebecca Chambers
Baby butch
Sees the best in everyone
Autism be damned, my girl can work a shotgun
Sporty
Mommy Domme/Babygirl switch vibes
Sweet coffee addict
Doing fine, thanks for asking
Awkward thumbs up
9/10
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Billy Coen
Bad Boy™️
Never bothered to take off his handcuffs
Tattoos
Mullet???
Moral standards
Strong silent type
Whole situation could’ve been avoided by just talking about his issues but no
Queen fan
7/10
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Leon S. Kennedy
If a golden retriever became a human and then got kicked every day of its life
Having a really bad first day
Into dominant women
Dumb 90s haircut
Uses comedy as a coping mechanism
Hair grows in direct correlation to his level of angst
“Hey demons, it’s me, ya boi”
Sexy
Dog lover
Certified Good Boy™️
Fucked up a perfectly good rookie is what you did. Look at it, it’s got depression
15/10
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Claire Redfield
College student stuck in the zombie apocalypse
Soft butch
Humanitarian
Forced her brother to teach her how to knife fight
Really into motorcycles
Leather jacket
Rocket Launcher babe #2
Always has at least one adopted child with her
10/10 would ask to babysit
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Ada Wong
Mommy. Sorry. Mommy- sorry. Mommy-
Grappling hook
Badass spy
Emotionally distant
Soft spot for cute cuddly things (Leon)
Femme fatale
Book lover
Chaotic neutral
Crossbow 😍
Could step on me and I’d say thank you
Rocket launcher babe #3
10/10
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Sherry Birkin
Goosebumps protagonist
Worst parents ever tbh
Surprisingly good under pressure
Please someone get this girl some therapy
Supergirl
Smartest person here
One hell of a shot
The trauma is immeasurable
Somehow still doing fine
Loves her weird adopted family
8/10
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Carlos Oliviera
Himbo
First POC main?
Went from three polygons and a white boy haircut in the original to actual gorgeous South American hunk in the remake
Lost his accent along the way for some reason
#1 Jill simp
If Dug from Up was a guy
Only trustworthy person in the whole series
Just wants to help
Gorgeous gorgeous hair
Loves strong women
Hakuna matata
Touch-starved
10/10 would peg
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Steve Burnside
Twink
Who is this sassy lost child?
Hot Topic employee
Into Claire (she’s too old for you bud)
Choker
Thinks he’s edgy
Whiny
Daddy issues
1/10
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Luis Serra Navaro
If Puss in Boots was a human
The Most Extra™️
Luscious flowing locks
Definitely into bondage
Used to work for Umbrella
Trying to make up for it
Don Quixote references
Bisexual
Good with his hands
Praying for a threesome with Leon and Ada
10/10
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Ashley Graham
Basic white girl
Always getting kidnapped
Master of Unlocking #2
Razor flip phone
Ada Wong bisexual awakening (same)
Good with a wrecking ball
Makes Leon catch her every time she has to jump a ledge (also same)
Would like to go to Hot Topic, please
7/10
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Sheva Alomar
Player 2
Second POC main
Bad AI
Too good for her game
Willing to go on a suicide mission with a guy she just met
Left handed
Deserves a better stylist
Only good part of RE5
Literally my girl got done so dirty just give her another chance please
10/5
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Moira Burton
“It’s not a phase, dad!”
Probably gay
Weak arms
Skillz
Box dyed her hair at least once
Simple Plan playing in the background
Childhood trauma
7/10
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Piers Nivans
Trying his best
Appreciates a good steak
Sick of Chris’ bullshit
Good with a rifle
Just a good man
German Shepherd boy
Self-sacrificing
8/10
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Jake Muller
Wesker’s son
Daddy issues
Who invited Ronan Lynch here?
Quips for days
Bad boy
Loves the type of woman who can kick his ass
The Most Edgy™️
9/10
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Ethan Winters
Husband of the year
Trusting
Surprisingly chill
The most basic white man in all of RE
Hands? What hands?
Functionally a lizard
Would still love you if you were a worm
Just casually knows how to craft bullets
Moldy
8/10
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Mia Winters
Toxic girlfriend energy
Literally possessed
Dark sense of humor
Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss
Casually working for a bioterrorism organization
Does actually care about her family
Definitely doesn’t have a penicillin allergy
If you can’t be the girl of his dreams, you can at least be the feral swamp witch of his nightmares
2/10
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Zoe Baker
Lesbian
Mold intolerance
Southern accent thicker than grandma’s gravy
Picked last on the playground
Somehow okay despite her brother being Like That
Joe’s favorite
Science skills
8/10
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Lucas Baker
Jigsaw
Didn’t even need the mold
Probably got at least one true crime documentary made about him
Working for Mia’s bioterrorism organization
Left his classmate rotting in the attic
Just the worst
0/10
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Alcina Dimetrescu
Mommy
Please step on me
Elizabeth Bathory vibes
Just fucking huge
Can turn into a dragon
Lesbian
9/10
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Karl Heisenberg
Grimy
Tumblr Sexyman
When robotics majors get weird
Fights with his siblings
Doesn’t actually care at all about Miranda
In cahoots with the lycans
7/10
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Rosemary Winters
Mommy and Daddy issues
YA protagonist
Badass
Childhood trauma
Into the Mold-verse
Alternate universe Sherry Birkin
8/10
#resident evil#luis serra#carlos oliveira#chris redfield#jill valentine#leon s kennedy#leon kennedy#albert wesker#ethan winters#moira burton#barry burton#ada wong#claire redfield#re8 village#re4 remake#sherry birkin#karl heisenberg#alcina dimitrescu#mia winters#rosemary winters#rose winters#ashley graham#jake muller#piers nivans
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SEMIFINALS
GAARA vs SENJU TSUNADE
Reasons for submission under the cut
Gaara
he overcame his incredible loneliness and childhood trauma with a lot of grace
he acknowledged the people he may have hurt (rock Lee) and did everything in his power to build up from there
he was always very caring (like when he brought the girl he accidentally hurt an apology gift when he was a child)
he was someone who understood Sasuke and shed tears for him
he motivated an entire army of shinobi that were fighting amongst each other, and he did it purely with love for Naruto, showing how powerful his kindness is
serial killer turned babushka. Quite possibly the sweetest and funniest character transformation [submitter]'s ever seen
he enjoys succulent and cactus gardening, based as always
his gardening outfit is the cutest shit ever seen
he has cat eyes which are very cute
nothing but respect for my goth teenaged president 🫡
he's so polite,,
his character development is amazing, he went from being a crazy murderer, to gaining the trust of his whole village and becoming the Kazekage
despite how drastic his character development was, it still feels understandable due to how badly he was treated as a child, and how deep down he always wanted to love but was simply punished for it
eeeing him recover from his trauma thanks to Naruto is really heartwarming
one of the best redeemed villain characters ever imo
very cool character design
storyline that made [submitter] cry like a baby three different times
he's so full of love
has a cool transformation
enjoyable demeanor once he got the help he needs
nice to see a quiet but social introvert succeed in life, overcome his trauma, and learn his self worth
he was an edgy 12 year old who talked like shadow from shadow the hedgehog (2005) how can u not like that
he's funny
he's pretty cool when he's older, a good leader
his arc is [submitters] favorite in the series
lovely to see how far he came and how hard he worked to overcome his demons
Tsunade
milf….
was the best hokage
the regulation she created to include medics on every team saved so many lives
she's funny and a complex and interesting character
is a bad bitch
probably THE most competently written female character in the entire series
she has a very rich history that plays into her character's actions and motivations
wanting to be the best medic-nin possible in order to save more lives because she lost her love Dan, and also change the way ninja squads operated to always have a medic to save more lives did so much for the better during the war to reduce casualties
after being broken down by so many people she cares about dying, she dips and leaves behind ninja society, which has taken everything from her (including wiping out her clan)
because Tsunade is also one of the most legendary/strongest ninja alive, no one could really stop her or chain her down. It takes the conviction of a child who wants her to save the village and heal his friends to get her back to Konoha, despite the all the trauma she's endured
she's a medic with a fear of blood that overcomes that to fight her own teammate and beat his ass so Orochimaru stops killing and maiming people
she steps up to be a leader because it's what the new generation need and someone has to fix all the stuff broken by her selfish teammates and old teacher
the strongest female character both in physical strength and the strength of her writing. It's like she was written first as a character versus most of the other female characters being written first as Girl and Love Interest
Tsunade is vain and a chronic gambler and drunk, she is really brash and abrasive, she is traumatized. But she's also deeply caring, an incredibly accomplished woman, one of the smartest people/medics in the world, and a great leader
she's multi-layered. She is a woman, but her entire character isn't just Woman
finally finished the job on Jiraiya on previous poll
strong arms
she is strong and smart and quick as a whip but still soft and caring when it comes to her loved ones. Characters with rough exteriors who are mushy inside are very good
#kage vs kage#bestnrtcharapoll#naruto#polls#gaara#sabaku no gaara#senju tsunade#tsunade senju#id in alt text
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Why change matters and how Amphibia did it better than The Owl House.
"Watching and Dreaming" made me cry a lot during its premiere. I was amazed and, I'd say, dazed by it. Then I forgot about it for a while. Now I finished re-watching Amphibia for the first time since TOH ended. My hype died down, and I have some thoughts. A lot, actually.
Amphibia's ending was incredibly painful and made me sob like a baby for two whole weeks the first time I watched it. That's because it was not only beautiful and heartbreaking, but truly GOOD. Brilliant, actually. I absolutely agree with a statement that any other ending would literally be a contradiction to the whole main plot, especially Anne's arc. The girls had to learn to let go in order to grow as individuals - the thing they had the biggest problem with. Saying goodbye was the only logical option, plot-wise. It still hurt like hell, though. Separating the multidimensional, against-all-odds relationships (especially my beloved spranne. Ouch, ouch, ouch). The Owl House does no such thing - everybody stays together. They live happily ever after.
Paradoxically, I think that it's the main reason why I'd choose "The Hardest Thing" over "Watching and Dreaming" every single time. I know we shouldn't really compare them in EVERY aspect, since TOH had way more things to deal with in the final episode, but the fact that Luz got to not only stay, but to freely travel between worlds as she pleases really took the whole "growing up and finding your true self no matter what the other people do/say about you" thing out the door. Luz from season one, episode one, and Luz from the finale are not really that different. Well, she certainly became more traumatised and depressed than before, but in terms of personal growth? Nope. Luz - from the very beginning - was cheerful, open, caring and very selfless, willing to literally help every stranger she met no matter how it would affect her. She had little to no boundaries, but, well, you can't argue that she was A GOOD, SELFLESS PERSON. Now, we could say that her arc here would be learning that sometimes you should put yourself before others, that you can't save everyone, that you can't trust every person you meet. And she learns it! She fucking does! She helps Philip not knowing who he will become, and then suffers from the consequences, because she helped the wrong person. And then it's all erased, when she saves Collector's life and meets Papa Titan (or whatever we call them).
I have so much to say about this. All of TOH's "villains" (Amity, Lilith, Hunter, The Collector) that were given a redemption arc literally get turned into lifeless, edgy trauma dumpsters, that suddenly loose all of their previous character, quirks and sass (well, maybe except for Lilith, she just started to express them differently, I think, but still, it was WAY too big of a change). I won't dwell on it (since many, many fans called it out already - as they should), and will focus on something different. The only one marked as irredeemable is Belos. Good. Okay. He's irredeemable, because he's a white, christian puritan who won't listen to anyone but himself. Also a genocidal maniac. That's the lesson for Luz here. "You can't save everyone. Some people are just straight up evil". And it's very, very true. But.
From all of the "villains" I mentioned before, Belos is the one that had the most reasons to, let's say, take a dark turn. Those reasons are what makes him irredeemable - he's just too convinced he's right, because, in his mind, he has evidence to prove it. But how do we learn about this? Maybe by seeing his part of the story? Maybe by learning about his brother and Evelyn, about their relationship? It couldn't be straight up awful, since Philip literally brought his brother back to life over and over again, he wanted his brother, or at least the picture of Caleb that satisfied him the most. There was more to it than only "you betrayed me and now I will hate you forever". Do we get to see any of that? No. Instead we get an all-knowing, all-doing being that literally choose Luz as "the one" for being kind and trusting, that convinces her that Belos is, indeed, a lost cause. Do you see where I'm going with this?
Luz, the person that on the literal episode two was told that there is no such thing as a "chosen one" and that she can't always hop into action to save everybody, because, it's, well, not always possible, DOES EXACTLY THAT in the finale by taking a bullet for The Collector, the, you know, very freshly redeemed and suddenly cute and funky villain, whom Luz trusts immediately. AND SHE IS REWARDED FOR IT BY BEING MADE THE CHOSEN ONE. BY A GOD-LIKE BEING THAT CLAIMS TO BE ALL-KNOWING AND CAN DECIDE WHO IS RIGHT AND WHO IS WRONG, BECAUSE OF PERSONAL (King) REASONS. Just like, you know... Belos? The irredeemable villain? And then Luz lets go of the moral dilemmas that's been keeping her up at night for the past months, makes up her mind, defeats the bad guy, learns nothing, and gets to stay in the Boiling Isles and on Earth. With her beautifully redeemed girlfriend and friends whom she kept secrets from and lied to out of fear of being ostracised (you see the pattern here, right?) for, again, months.
I love Amphibia. I love The Owl House. But Amphibia handles it's "villains", generally wronged characters and the whole change/no change thing way better. Well, maybe besides the Core - they got a bit wasted in my opinion. But still. Sasha. Grime. Marcy. Andrias. Anne herself. They learn and change. And more importantly, they face consequences and come to understand and accept them. There's no "chosen one" here. Anne gets the proposition because she's the first one to use the music box for good in literal millenia. A fact, plain and simple (not an opinion based on personal motivations), that makes sense plot-wise, and adds so, so much to Anne's arc. Because Anne from season one, episode one wouldn't care. The one from the finale cares very damn much. And that's the biggest difference.
Saying goodbye makes the message way stronger. The more I think about it, however, the more I'm starting to be afraid that there's no The Message in The Owl House to begin with. Luz learns very little, yet ends up with everything she ever wanted. There's no power behind it. The "find the right people and choose to trust them, not everyone will be your friend" and "some things are out of your control, some people are just bad" aspect is even weaker, as proven by basically the whole season 3. I will end it by my favorite quote from Amphibia, that I think about on daily basis. Have a good day, y'all.
"Change can be difficult, but it's how we grow. It can be the hardest thing to realize you can't hold on to something forever. Sometimes, you have to let it go; but, of the things you let go, you'd be surprised what makes its way back to you."
#the owl house#amphibia#watching and dreaming#the hardest thing#luz noceda#philip wittebane#anne boonchuy#sprig plantar#toh critical#kinda?#i love this show too much to fully criticize it but i had to write this#it was cathartic
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Hello, and welcome to another installment of niche content containing another mash of my two special interests. Written out of boredom at the airport. Today's edition, fueled with my excitement of being able to go to none other than Miku Expo 2024, I give:
The Brothers As My Favorite Vocaloid Songs!
Yes, I know, please, quell your excitement. I know everyone was waiting for this one. I will take no criticisms or judgments, only enthusiastic additions.
Warning: While nothing stated in this post needs a full content warning, if anyone decides to look up these songs, many songs themselves have plenty of individual warnings, so please search with caution.
Lucifer:
Now, the song I think he'd actually enjoy listening to is Daughter of Evil. It's got tragedy behind it, the song is a bit more classical/waltzy, exactly the kind of thing he likes. However based off his vibes alone, I'm gonna say Honey I'm Home. Mostly because I love Ghost and Pals but also because religious trauma. And I know other people agree with me because I've seen fanart of it.
Mammon:
I think Mammon would listen to Sand Planet. Oo, or Bring it On. Do I have a detailed explanation as to why? Not really in so many words, but it just seems like something he'd listen to, I feel it in my bones. I will not be taking any questions. Now the song I think he embodies? Wildcard. I mean, the whole motif is about playing cards, it's upbeat and fast paced and I love it and I love Kasane Teto even more.
Levi:
I will physically fight anyone who doesn't think Levi listens to Rolling Girl at least once a day (I won't actually fight anyone but I feel very strongly on this matter). It helps him get through hard times but it also makes him cry. Which...same, Levi, same. But if Leviathan were to be a song itself, I'd have to pass it over to Volt Tackle by Deco*27. Pokémon, talking about fighting and struggling at first to capture someone's love? Oo, or Digital Girl. It's got him written all over it. (Or if I want to be sad, give him Anthropophobia)
Satan:
See, Satan is hard because I never know if I envision him listening to heavy metal or if he prefers soft melodies. And, I mean, I know he can like more than one genre at once, but picking THE song I think he'd listen to is hard... but if I'm going off of what I like as well as gut instinct... Abstract Nonsense. Now, selected off his character, I'd have to pick Hikari Yo. It's just very emotional and desperate and the poor demon boi is like that on the inside quite a lot. WAIT or Pathalogical Facade! Oo, lots of options for Good Ol Satan.
Asmo:
Easy, he'd love Gimmie×Gimmie and I don't think I need any further explanation on this opinion. I actually think Asmo would unironically like a lot of vocaloid songs, personally. And as for his songification, I handpick Aishite, Aishite, Aishite. And I know there's a lot of different people's interpretations to this song and everything and people get very... I guess territorial when it comes to this song (at least from specific corners I've seen) but it makes sense to me. It's a really popular song and it's hauntingly beautiful and it's about wanting to be loved and adored and this is MY post so I can say whatever I want about it.
Beel:
Beel is another one that's hard for me to pin down... I think his music taste (joke not intended) is rather eclectic. He probably actually has no real preference other than more upbeat songs to make it easier to work out to. In which case I get to pick whatever I wish. For him I would make him listen to Happy Halloween. I don't care what time of year it is, it's cute and upbeat and about getting treats and it's one of my favorite songs ever. Now one to embody him?... Goodness that's even harder. I would love to say Appetite of a People Pleaser, but Beel's not a people pleaser... I actually don't know! Maybe I am a sham of a fan. I am open to suggestions for my baby Beel.
Belphie:
You know I have to pick Tokyo Teddy Bear. This mans is too edgy not to listen to it all too often. Plus, it's a classic. And, you know I have to make this all even sadder by giving him the song Error. Because I like to make myself cry. And Belphie needs a good cry, let's be honest with ourselves.
I'm also going to add the Distortanist as an honorable mention for unhinged Lesson 16 Belphie.
#legitimately so worried about posting this for some reason#oh my god#but im gonna do it anyway#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me nightbringer#obey me headcanons
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Learn To Love Again - Chapter Twenty-One: Spanking Redux (Daddy Kink)
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Work Summary: You have a hard time letting go. Pietro helps you out. An exploration of kink with Pietro Maximoff. Each chapter from chapter 2 onwards will be a different kink.
Chapter Summary: Your vacation is drawing to a close, and you decide to give spanking a second try.
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Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 4634
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I've decided to stop apologising for the long breaks between chapters of this fic. I love this fic, but my mission has always been to update it sporadically, whenever I feel like. That hasn't changed.
I hope you enjoy this chapter, and have a happy New Year.
warnings for daddy kink (if you're not into that, I recommend you stop reading at the *** so you don't miss any plot), spanking, mentions of trauma/PTSD, nightmares, anxiety, maybe being a tad co-dependent, scars, mentions of past injury, using spit as lube, rough sex, neck grabbing, slut shaming, possessiveness, overstimulation, creampie
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Pietro had been acting edgy all day, so it wasn’t exactly surprising when you were jolted awake by a hand grabbing at your arm. You blinked, disoriented, as the world around you came into focus.
Your boyfriend was sitting upright, staring off into the distance, unseeing. His chest was rising and falling heavily. The thin strip of moonlight that fell from between the curtains was enough to see how pale he looked.
“Pietro?” you murmured sleepily, and he looked down at you suddenly, like he hadn’t realised you were there. His grip loosened on your arm at once, and he grimaced.
“I’m sorry, my love. Did I hurt you?”
You were tempted to say, “I’ve had worse,” but you had a feeling that that wouldn’t make him feel any better.
Instead, you said, “I’m okay. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“Pietro…” Sleepiness had worn away at the tact you usually would’ve used in a situation like this. “What’s wrong?”
You understood that Pietro would tell you things in his own time. He would share his trauma when he was ready to share it. You knew all of this logically. That didn’t mean that it wasn’t sometimes frustrating. He knew everything about you, but you still felt like you’d barely scratched his surface.
And right now, you were tired, and you just wanted him to be okay.
He let out a little frustrated noise. “It’s nothing. Just a nightmare. Don’t worry about me.”
“Baby…” You stroked a hand up his forearm. His posture relaxed a little. “Lie down with me?”
“I…” He hesitated for a moment. “I don’t want to fall back asleep.”
You knew the feeling. Sometimes you had to stay awake long enough to chase the nightmare away fully before you could bear to go back to sleep. You understood that.
“You won’t. Let’s just talk, okay?”
He didn’t respond verbally. Instead, he shuffled backwards so that he was half-propped up against the headboard. You supposed that was a reasonable compromise.
Wrapping both arms around him, you leant into him, squishing your cheek against his stomach.
“You can sleep,” he said softly, carding his fingers through your hair. “I don’t mind.”
“I’m not tired,” you lied. In truth, you just didn’t want to leave him to deal with his nightmare alone. “What was your nightmare about?” You felt his muscles tense against the skin of your face.
You were ready for him to brush you off, but instead, he said, “The usual. The night my parents died. The battle in Sokovia. The car explosion.”
His hand had drifted down to rest against the back of your neck. You could feel him tracing a scar there, the remnants of the damage that that explosion had done to your body. Tony had done an excellent job with the skin grafts, but your scars were still visible if you knew where to look.
“You still dream about that?” you asked, trying to keep your tone light.
“I dream about every time I almost lost you, or Wanda. It has happened… far too many times.”
You shifted so that you could sit up and look him in the eye. His hand fell from your neck, so you grabbed hold of it and guided it back up there.
Under the moonlight, you took in the sight of him. Although he looked nowhere near as exhausted as he had done at the beginning of your vacation, he did look sad. His eyes were glassy. In that moment, you wanted to destroy everything and anything that had ever hurt him.
“I dream about the battle of Sokovia too,” you breathed. “I barely knew you then, but I knew I didn’t want you to die.”
“I was a little bit obsessed with you from the moment I first saw you,” he said, huffing out a laugh. “It would be embarrassing if you weren’t my girlfriend now.”
“Really?”
“Really. I thought it was just a stupid crush that would go away with time, but then you had to go and save my life, and I knew I was screwed.”
You giggled, feeling suddenly very warm. His skin was hot everywhere it was touching yours. You pressed your lips to his. His free hand skimmed up under your vest to rest on the bare skin of your waist.
“For the record,” you murmured. “I thought you were an arrogant asshole when we first met. An annoyingly sexy, arrogant asshole.”
He tipped his hand back to look at you again, a half-smirk on his lips. “And now?”
“Now? Now you’re my annoyingly sexy, arrogant asshole.”
He pinched your hip and you squealed, jolting forward so you were half in his lap. Your thigh brushed over his crotch, and it was clear that his dick was starting to take an interest in the conversation.
You pressed your hand against him through his boxers, watching the way his eyes fluttered shut momentarily. He wasn’t hard yet, but he was getting there.
You shifted yourself into a kneeling position and slid your hand under his waistband.
“Prinţesă- Ah.” He cut himself off with a gasp.
“What was that?” you asked, batting your eyelashes at him innocently. The hand that was at your waist moved around behind you and slipped down the back of your underwear, squeezing your ass hard. It was your turn to gasp.
“You’re a little slut, aren’t you?” he murmured, kneading at the dough of your ass with one hand. You tipped forward, pressing your forehead against his as you redoubled your grip on his cock, sliding your hand up and down. “Just wanted to play with my cock, didn’t you?”
What you really wanted to do was suck him off, but he didn’t seem keen on relinquishing his grip on you, and the lube was out of reach, so you let go of his cock for just long enough to spit in your hand, and then went back to jerking him off.
“You can’t get enough of it,” he said, and then kissed you, drawing you closer to him. You were straddling his thigh now, using both hands to jerk him off, and he was letting out little breathy moans that were driving you insane.
You rocked down against his thigh, feeling the muscles flex and move to meet you. He was tugging at your vest. You reluctantly let go of his cock to let him yank it off you with more force than was strictly necessary.
He was kissing you hungrily now, hands cupping your breasts. You grasped his cock again, jerking him off as you bounced up and down on his thigh.
Without warning, he hooked one arm under your thigh and pulled you closer to him until you were straddling his crotch. He slid your panties to one side, and, when his searching fingers found you dripping wet, he grabbed hold of his cock to line it up with your entrance.
You didn’t miss a beat. You took him in one thrust, barely pausing to adjust to feeling of him inside you. You were really fucking wet. He held onto your hips, pounding up into you with reckless abandon.
Tangling your hands in his hair, you rode him, clinging to him like your life depended on it. He pressed his face into your neck, licking and sucking and biting at the skin there, drawing deeper moans from you.
“Fuck. Fuck, I’m close,” you murmured, and Pietro took that as his cue to speed up, biting down hard on the skin of your neck. The moan you let out was frankly embarrassingly loud, but Pietro seemed to enjoy it.
“Mine.” His voice rumbled over the skin of your neck. You felt his stubble scratching at the sensitive area, but it was the authoritative timbre of his voice that pushed you over the edge.
“Pietro,” you keened, voice high and strung out. He held onto you, continuing to bounce your body up and down on his cock even as all the strength went out of you. You grabbed his shoulders, pressing your lips to his as his thrusts stuttered.
“Oh my god,” he moaned, and then let out a string of what you assumed were expletives in Sokovian. He came inside you.
“Fuck,” you murmured again.
“Fuck,” Pietro agreed. He wrapped his arms around you and rolled you over so that his cock slipped out of you, and you were lying beside him again. You nuzzled into his neck.
Neither of you spoke for a while. After a few minutes, you heard his breathing slow, and you knew that he had fallen asleep. You squeezed him gently, hoping to protect him from bad dreams.
*
When you awoke, the sun was out, and the bed beside you was cold. You sat up, confused. You were sweaty and sticky from the sex and a hot night’s sleep, so you got to your feet, snagging one of Pietro’s t-shirts from the floor, as well as a fresh pair of panties.
You dressed yourself quickly, and stepped out into the living room. Pietro wasn’t there. You wandered into the kitchen, and found a note on the counter.
Gone for a run – P x
That was interesting. At home, Pietro ran a lot. It was a part of his training. But since you’d been on vacation, both of your workouts had been limited to walks on the beach, the occasional sparring session, and vigorous sex.
Figuring he couldn’t be long, you went and showered. Once you were clean and presentable, you went back into the living room.
Pietro still wasn’t back. You felt a prickle of anxiety, hot on the back of your neck. Quietly, trying to calm your nerves, you made yourself breakfast.
Pietro was fine, you were sure. There wasn’t much that could hurt your superspeedy boyfriend. Most of the time.
Still.
You went to your nightstand. Your phone was in the top drawer. You hadn’t used it much since you’d been away. You were trying to limit your social media use, given the shitstorm you’d left behind you.
You tried to switch it on, but it was out of battery, so you unfurled your charger and plugged it into the wall. The screen lit up with the low battery symbol. It would probably be a few minutes before it was usable. That was fine.
You went to Pietro’s nightstand next, where you knew he’d been keeping his phone. It was missing. You supposed he must’ve taken it with him. That was good. You could text him, once your phone was charged.
You shut the drawer and left the room. Through the windows, you could see the trees blowing in the wind. Your heart was starting to speed up. You had no good reason to feel the way you did. Pietro was probably fine. The weather outside didn’t mean anything.
You checked your phone again. It still wouldn’t turn on. Feeling jittery, you made yourself a cup of tea and went out onto the porch.
The wind was cold and it was starting to drizzle, but still, you sat down at the little table and sipped at your tea. Your cup was half-empty and you were starting to shiver from the cold when a familiar silver blur zoomed towards you, and then Pietro was standing on the porch, looking down at you.
“What are you doing out here?” he asked, a little amused. He was dressed for a run, wearing grey sweatpants that hugged him in all the right places. His vest was stuck down with sweat and his hair was wild, from the running or the rain, you couldn’t tell. He looked very hot.
“Enjoying the fresh air.” You didn’t want to admit that you’d been worried about him. It was silly that his absence had made you so anxious.
“You’re shivering.” You shrugged. “Why don’t we go inside and watch a movie or something?”
“That sounds nice,” you said shyly.
“I need to shower first… Care to join me?”
A smile spread across your face, and you drained the rest of your tea in two gulps. He held out a hand to you, and you let him lead the way.
*
In spite of his run, Pietro was restless and fidgety while watching the movie. It was some romcom from the early 00s. He wasn’t really paying attention. It was hard to focus with you sitting beside him, looking like a wet dream, even though you were just wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants.
You didn’t say anything as he insinuated himself further and further into your space, but you accommodated him, letting your fingers brush lightly through his hair and down his arms. Your touches were affectionate, not sexual, but they still made him feel hot.
“Are you feeling okay, baby?” you asked.
“Of course. Never better. Why?”
“You seem distracted.”
He hesitated. After a moment, he picked up the TV remote and turned the volume all the way down. He could’ve muted it with one button, but watching the volume bar shrink gave him a moment to gather his thoughts, and figure out how to tell you what had been on his mind.
“I never thought I’d say this,” he said, “But I kind of miss New York. This place is beautiful, and getting to be alone with you has been the best couple of months of my life.” You were looking at him, your expression unreadable. Sometimes he envied Wanda always being able to know what people were thinking. “But I think I will be ready to go home soon. I can’t keep hiding from my responsibilities forever.”
“You know…” You shifted closer to him. Instinctively, he put an arm around your shoulders. Your face was so close to his that he could feel your breath on his cheek. “You don’t have to be an Avenger, if you don’t want to. It’s a hard life. You already have more than your fair share of trauma.”
Pietro exhaled. “I like being an Avenger,” he said. “And without the Avengers, I never would’ve met you.”
You moved towards him and he opened his arms to you, letting you crawl into his lap. You pressed a kiss to his lips, his cheek, his jaw, and then hugged him close, burying your face into his neck.
“You have me,” you said, turning your face so your words wouldn’t be muffled. “Wherever you go, whatever you do now, you have me.”
“I have been texting with Wanda for the past few days,” he admitted. “Everything seems to be going fine in New York. Quiet. And…” Again, he hesitated. He was glad you weren’t looking at him right at that moment, because that would’ve made it all the harder to get the words out. “She told me that she’s been seeing a therapist. For the grief. And trauma. She said I should talk to one too.”
You shifted back to look him in the eyes. The judgment he feared was nowhere to be found. Your expression was open, curious.
“And what do you think?” you asked, carefully. “Do you want to?”
“I think… I think it might be a good idea, yeah.”
You nodded. “That’s good. I’m glad Wanda is getting help. And I’m happy you’re thinking about it too. You deserve to be happy.”
Pietro’s relief was palpable. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. He smiled against your lips, hooking his hands under your thighs and dragging you towards him so you were straddling his lap. You let out a little gasp, and he dove into your neck, laying tender kisses down the column of your throat.
“So…” you said, trying to sound casual but biting back a moan. “When do you want to go home?”
“I don’t know. A few days. I want to wreck your pretty pussy a few more times before we go back to New York.”
Your face flushed with heat. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
His teeth grazed against a sensitive patch of skin and you moaned softly, grinding down against him.
“Bedroom?” you asked.
***
He nodded, wrapping his arms tight around your waist so he could stand up without putting you down. You tightened your legs around him as he carried you to the bedroom.
He dropped you onto the bed unceremoniously, his hands tugging at the hem of your t-shirt. You let him pull it off over your head, revealing your bare breasts.
You looked so pretty like this, your tits still bouncing from the impact of landing on the bed, your soft skin laid out for him like the most delicious buffet he’d ever seen. He couldn’t help but bury his face between your tits, relishing the soft gasp that fell from your lips as he did so.
It was times like this that Pietro had to make a conscious effort to slow down during sex. If he wasn’t careful, this could all be over in five seconds.
He grabbed you by the hips and pulled you towards him so you could grind against him. Your head tipped back against the bedsheets, releasing a ragged moan as he swirled his tongue around your nipple. You were always so responsive to his touch.
He swapped to the other nipple after a moment, holding you down against the bed. You were rocking against him, desperate for some friction, and that was when he decided to put you out of your misery.
He sunk to his knees, tugging on your sweatpants and panties. Realising what he was doing, you lifted up your hips to help him pull them off.
Now you were naked in front of him, unabashed and staring at him with undeniable lust in your eyes. That was something he’d grown to love. At first, you’d been a little shy about him looking at you and touching you. Now you were impatient for him to make you cum over and over again, and he was happy to oblige.
He spread your legs, splaying you out in front of him, and starting kissing your inner thigh. Your skin was so soft. It was something he marvelled at.
Usually, you kept your pubes pretty neatly trimmed, shaved and/or waxed, but you hadn’t maintained them much in a while, and they were starting to grow out. Truthfully, Pietro didn’t mind what you did with them, but he liked them a little bit messy, because it meant that you trusted him.
He parted your lips with his fingertips and moved in to kiss your clit.
“Piet,” you whined, and he decided to be nice, because he was magnanimous like that.
You were already so wet. His tongue dipped between your folds, tasting you. He would never get tired of this. The way you tasted, the pretty noises that you made, the way your skin felt against his.
He pushed his tongue inside you, meeting minimal resistance. As his nose bumped against your clit, you gasped and ground back against him.
He pressed his forearm against your stomach, pushing you back down into the bed and holding you still. You let out a shaky exhale as he wrapped his lips around your clit again.
“Pietro…” you breathed. Your fingers found their way into his hair again, fingernails scratching lightly across his scalp. His eyes drifted shut. He let himself get lost in you, just feeling the movements of your body and the pleasure of your hands tugging at his hair.
When he opened his eyes, he had no idea how much time had passed, but you were practically mewling, your knees drawn up either side of his head, torn between holding his mouth against your pussy and pushing him away.
He didn’t stop. Your toes curled against his shoulders, your whole body trembling as he made you cum one more time.
This time, he let you go. Your body went limp as he pulled away from you, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. He was covered in traces of you, but it wasn’t enough. He needed to be inside you right now.
At superspeed, he stripped off his clothes. From his perspective, you were lying on the bed, almost perfectly still, a freezeframe of a moment between breathes. Slowly, your hands made their way down onto the bed to push yourself upright. He paused, letting time normalise again.
Your hair was wild and your eyes had a mischievous glint as he crawled over you, ready to fuck you until you forgot your own name. He had almost closed the distance between you when you put your hands on his shoulders, stopping him.
“Can we try something?” you asked, smiling at him almost shyly.
“Anything for you, my love.”
“Will you spank me?”
Pietro felt his cock give a little jump. The last time you’d tried spanking, he hadn’t been able to go through with it, because you were in an emotional state and he was scared that you’d wanted him to hurt you for real. Now, with you comfortable and post-orgasmic, staring up at him with love in your eyes, he couldn’t resist you.
“Are you sure?”
You nodded. “Please?”
As always, you had your safeword. You leant up to kiss him, but he grabbed your hips and rolled you onto your stomach. You let out a choked off gasp as he climbed on top of you, wrapping an arm around your neck from behind.
His forearm was pressed to your neck, as if he was choking you, but without the actual pressure applied. He knew you liked when he took control like this, and from the way your breathing hitched, he was pretty sure you were enjoying this.
He laid one hand against your ass. “Is this okay?” he murmured, lips almost pressed to your ear.
“It’s perfect,” you breathed. He slapped at the fat of your ass, watching the way the flesh jiggled. You moaned softly. He did it again, and you whined, “harder,” so he obliged. He loved your ass, and he was especially loving the way it bounced with every spank.
You were practically grinding against the bed, babbling a bunch of horny nonsense that was making drops of pre-cum leak from Pietro’s cock. One word stood out from the rest. Pietro paused.
“Did you just call me daddy?” he asked breathlessly.
“What?” Your eyes snapped open, and you turned, looking at him over your shoulder.
“You just called me daddy.” Pietro gave you a shit-eating grin. You started trying to stammer through an explanation, but he pressed a thumb to your lips, silencing you. “That’s really fucking hot.”
Your eyes were wide. “You like it when I call you daddy?” you asked, your lips forming the words against his thumb. Before he could respond, you grabbed his hand with both of yours, sucking his thumb into your mouth and looking up at him through your eyelashes.
“Fuck,” Pietro groaned as your tongue swirled around his thumb. If he didn’t put his cock in you right now he was pretty sure he was about to explode.
“Do you wanna fuck me, daddy?” you asked, eyes glinting.
Pietro swore again. He spanked you hard, making you yelp, and before you’d had time to recover, he’d rolled you onto your back and lined his cock up with your entrance.
“Prinţesă,” he murmured, and then he pushed inside you. You released his hand and wrapped an arm around his neck again, your free hand affectionately brushing the hair away from his forehead. He had never felt so in love.
Time slowed down. Your head was tipping back slowly, revealing your neck to him. He was torn between kissing your neck and watching the way your eyes rolled back in your head. Your pussy was wrapped around him, so tight and wet and warm. He would never stop marvelling at the way you invited him inside you. He could stay here forever.
He watched your face. He was desperate to start thrusting, but he was still going so fast, and he didn’t want to hurt you. He took a few deep breaths.
Time was starting to normalise again, and you were looking at him expectantly.
Just as he was about to start moving, you batted your eyelashes at him, and said, “Fuck me, daddy?”
How could he resist that?
He started thrusting, feeling your body clench around him. Your eyes fluttered shut, and he didn’t know where to look, or touch. He wanted all of you.
Your boobs were bouncing with every thrust, looking so juicy and enticing. He squeezed them, kissed them, and then moved back to your neck. Your legs were wrapped around his hips, encouraging him deeper, and it must’ve felt good because each thrust was fucking a moan from your lips.
He was on his knees, his forearms either side of your head. You opened your eyes and looked at him, a smile playing on your lips. You guided one of his hands to your throat, so he wrapped it around your neck loosely, watching the pleasure overtake you.
You were about to come. He could feel it.
“You like it when daddy fucks you like this, don’t you? You’re daddy’s little slut, aren’t you?”
“Pietro,” you squealed, tightening around him. He clung to you, fucking you through your orgasm, letting the pleasure wash over you like a wave.
His whole body felt hot. He was torn between wanting to cum and wanting to stay buried inside you forever. Your fingers were in his hair again, tugging and scratching at his scalp.
“Cum for me, daddy,” you purred, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He felt his balls tighten as he released inside you, a few more deep thrusts to fuck all of his cum into you. You exhaled shakily, and then patted his arms, signalling for him to release you.
As he pulled out, he couldn’t help but look at the way his cum dripped out of you. Your pussy was so pretty, especially when it was coated with the evidence of what the two of you had just done.
“Pietro,” you whined softly, making grabby hands at him. You could wash up later, he decided. He crawled over you, hugging you to him, and then rolled so that you were lying against his chest. You nuzzled into his neck.
“How was that?” he asked. You made a non-descript noise of pleasure, which drew a chuckle from him. “Yeah? Me too.” When you didn’t say anything else, he said, “I’m gonna get you a glass of water.”
You groaned, but didn’t argue. He detangled himself from you carefully, and then sped into the kitchen and returned with the water so fast that you hadn’t even had time to sit up.
He knelt beside you as you did so, passing you the glass as soon as he was sure you weren’t about to drop it. You drank deeply, eyes falling shut as a drop of water rolled down your chin. He wiped it away with his thumb.
“Do you need anything else?” he asked. “A snack?”
“I’m fine,” you said, half-chuckling as you set your glass down on the nightstand.
The two of you got back under the covers together. This time, you faced each other, instead of cuddling.
“So how was it for you? Really?” you asked.
“Seeing you turned on turns me on,” said Pietro. “And you have a very nice ass.”
You giggled, covering your mouth with one hand. “And the daddy stuff?”
“It was hot,” he said. “But I think I prefer it when you call me Pietro. I like the way you say my name. So maybe only sometimes.”
“Uh-huh.” You leant into him so that your faces were inches apart. “That’s good to know. Te iubesc, Pietro.”
“I love you too, prinţesă.”
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Ichigo Kurosaki,Percy Jackson and Hobie Brown are my favorite kind of male characters because they're all super strong and tough guys with brutal childhood trauma that made them become actual punks instead of just EdgyTM(as in being anti-authority because it's corruptive instead of for the sake of it and taking direct action all the time)but Ichigo's also a Shakespeare nerd who's favorite food is chocolate and gets pouty when he's not percived as edgy despite being goth and is down bad puddy dog eyes in love with a bubbly pastel weirdgirl who's name means 'princess' and her superpowers are literally fairies contained in her flower shaped hairpins,Percy's main coping mechanism is being super silly and is obsessed with blue food and loves kids things and acts like a doting dad and mom figure thanks to his transfem bigender swag to the two kid mcs of his cast because their bio ones can't or won't and Hobie's a big ass dork who salutes babies and is physically incapable of not making stupid jokes that are somehow hilarious and is openly gnc and it's sold in-universe as making him attractive instead of played as a joke and the best part is that is that he does all this while being one of the blackest character's ever in every way.They should be standards for male characters AND irl men,i'm deadsass
#ichigo kurosaki#percy jackson#perseo jackson#persephone jackson#hobie brown#orihime inoue#ichihime#t4t ichihime#nico di angelo#hazel levesque#mayday parker#ghostpunk#punkflower#punkbyte#t4t dating routes#bleach#pjo#atsv#spiderman#black percy#latino percy#punk!percy#transfem percy jackson#bigender percy jackson#autistic percy jackson#autistic hobie brown#perlex#x black!reader#pastel punk tag#summerposting
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PROPAGANDA
Flowey
Everyone always calling him edgy and evil. I mean. Yes. He is edgy. But evil? No. He's just a bit silly. Besides, what would you do if your best friend died at a young age, AND it was planned by the two of you only to regret it. Anyway. I'm not saying anything more. Because at that point I'd be infodumping about him, because that's literally just how much I like Flowey as a character. LOOK, I know nobody else will agree with me, but he is MY blorbo. At least. (And I hope other's also have him as a blorbo)
Jonathan Sims
Half the fandom will vilify him and call him stupid or an irredeemable monster for his choices, which he made because he was a little sneaky. The other half will woobify and baby him and act like he had no agency or choice in his actions and every other character is to blame for the consequences.
The classic monster/human struggle of finding one's humanity after doing unimaginable harm, Jon Sims is often morally misinterpreted as being a "good" or "bad" person, instead of someone who has done good and bad things in his very human experience of having the world's most toxic workplace and being in his 20s.
Fandom constantly asserts he’s done nothing wrong and can do no wrong however the entire podcast is about how trauma fucks people up. 4th season of the show spends a lot of time on him having a crisis about the morality of feeding off people’s fear in a way that deeply hurts them. Fandom ignores this season apart from to talk about how mean the others characters were to him in it. Characters he’s hurt are described by the fandom as ‘whiny’, ‘self-serving’, ‘a tantruming child’. He has a female narrative foil with a story arc that mirrors his. She is hated by much of the fandom
#misrepresented morally grey#bracket a#did nothing wrong bracket#undertale#flowey#the magnus archives#jonathan sims#yea I'm realising now that flowey should have prob go in the DEW bracket but oh well this bracket needed characters
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Dad, I'm sorry I stopped calling: Jack Chambers:
*Mentions of slightly abusive father/parenting, harsh words, trauma, discipline and generational abuse. Also some offensive terms and mild cursing.*
"Waahh!" Four year old Roger had fallen off the slide at the playground and was now wailing from his skinned knee. "Roger!" Jack had shot up from his place on the bench and ran to his little boy, arms wide open. "It's okay, shh, daddy's here," He cooed. "I know it hurts." Jack wrapped his arms around Roger and kissed his knee a million times.
"There...isn't that better?" He said with a baby voice. Roger gave his dad a toothy smile, leaving Jack to steal another kiss to his cheek. He helped Roger up and sent him back to the slide again; Jack walking back to his seat. The sweet interaction happened to revive memories of his own childhood. His father contrasted in many ways to Jack.
"Walk it off!" He would bark whenever Jack had a scraped knee or elbow. Jack couldn't even think of his dad kissing or hugging him for comfort. Jack wouldn't even receive regular compliments for his achievements from his father. In fact, Jack could count on his fingers the time his dad showed genuine affection, one of them being when he was moving out and another was when he found out Jack had settled down with Alice and had Susan.
He was taught to bottle up his emotions. Jack recalled one incident were he cried over being pushed down on the ground by the school bully. His father chided him harshly: "Stop crying like a jellyfish and knock him down back!" Jack shook his head; he knew it would be wrong....even for a six year old at the time. Those times were met with: "Sit up straight! Be a man! Watch your mouth! Say that again and I'll smack you boy!" A shudder penetrated Jack's spine...the thought of him speaking that way to his own children was inhumane.
Jack's mother just took her place in the back; not daring to speak a challenging word to her husband about his behaviour, but would instead take Jack in the back and shower him with her undenying love. "He loves you Jack....remember that." She would always say. But......he couldn't. Even at the tender age Jack was, he understood this wasn't love. Constant criticism, harsh words, condescending remarks, getting berated in public and chauvinistic slaps were the usual for the lad.
His dad was never physically violent; never daring to lay a finger on his son or wife....but his words were so jarring that any 'smack' across the face would be more bearable. And....there were some smacks. Jack cringed remembering getting a spanking for crying over something. "Suck it up Jack! A real man doesn't cry....don't be a bastard! And don't embarrass me like that in public, you hear me!" Jack was always a hothead. It escalated in his early teens when his dad had went too far and duressed Jack with a baseball, throwing it at him to 'dodge'.
Jack grabbed the ball and shot it at his father with a brisk arm. Eyes full of fire and steam shooting from his ears like a boiling volcano. Jack felt someone grab his collar and shake him. "You wanna be a tough guy? I'll show you a tough guy." His dad sneered bitterly with enrage. He still could remember the feeling of his heart sinking into his throat and then dropping to his stomach. His father always punished out of anger rather than love.
"Daddy?" Jack snapped out of his cantankerous thoughts and turned to Roger. "Ready to go home now?" Roger lifted his arms up for Jack to latch onto. "Jack?" He looked up, still in a crouched position about to pick up Roger, he spotted a gray haired man walking to them. He picked up Roger anyway and held him tightly in his arms, still looking and waiting for the man. That's when Jack recognized the codger. "Son! What a surprise!" Jack pressed a tight lipped smile and gave a nod.
"Who's this little monkey with ya?" He smiled, making his way closer to the father and son. "Roger. This is my son....my youngest child." Jack's voice a little edgy but still polite. He clutched onto Roger tighter. "Well I'll be damn! You and the Mrs. had another one! He's looks just like you." Jack kept his artificial smile still; secretly exasperated with his father's potty mouth. Especially in front of his grandchild. But he stayed tight lipped and just looked his father in the eyes. "So what's changed? Are you still that larrikin that you were?" Jack sucked in an eyeroll. He was never a troublemaker......just a little choleric at times....well, still was.
"No, I'm just pretty busy with the kids you know....and Alice," Jack tried to be bright. His dad nodded, "What happened to being in New York? The kids would go to a solid public school, and you and the wife could probably get away for a little while and come visit us,"
"I wanted a change of scenery...San Diego is perfect- what are you doing here though?"
"Me and your mother stopped by to visit. She's in the hotel right now, but....I just had to come see you.....I thought you'd call once you got to California?" Jack gave a small smile, but no response. "What could I say?" Jack said, jokingly...but his dad got the message...there was nothing to talk about with him.
Roger gave way to a whine. "What's wrong with him?" Jack's dad had this pang of annoyance in his voice, making Jack shoot him a look quickly before turning back to Roger. "I think he's ready for a nap- aren't you puppy?" Jack said; softness ricocheting in his voice with cooing sprinkled through. "Whining won't help. Remember that's what I taught you Jack right? And what type of nickname is puppy anyway? He's a dog now?"
Jack furrowed his eyebrows. Puppy was an affectionate nickname he came up with because Roger to him was like a little puppy: hyperactive and followed you everywhere. Not to mention, you had to watch him with eyes in the back of your head. But yeah he did remember being told not whine. Five hard smacks to the backside.
"It's just his way of communicating," Jack hissed a little, "He's practically a baby." Jack cooed to Roger; gently rocking him back and forth in his arms. "You're going soft on him Jack, I'm telling ya, he's gonna be a twinkle fairy," He continued, "He ain't no baby anymore...it's time you teach him how to be a real man." That did it. That was the last straw.
Jack could feel his teeth clenching, his eyes becoming red with thick fury like a preying shark about to attack, becoming entranced in the smell of blood. His eyes; white that roll into these big black lifeless eyes like a doll and then....he bites. Hard. Jack showed his murderous fangs; his claws protruding about to swipe deeply into the flesh like a whetted knife. Steam poured from his ears and his skin became red and sweaty, cheeks hot and moist; burned with rage of agony. Eyes were thin slits of a snake, but dark and lethal like dinosaur. But just as Jack was about to rip his father into a new one, Roger let out a cry.
Instead, Jack bit his lip, set Roger into his stroller and saif goodbye to his father, internally flipping him off. He mumbled and grumbled all the way home; mind still racing over those nasty words. Twinkle fairy.
He might as well said Bastard. Well no....then Jack would have even more of a reason to slaughter him for that. Words couldn't describe the ire and resentment he felt in that moment. The very ground he stepped on became like acid; it burned up dry as the anger of Jack was too toxic for it. But underneath all that rage, was sadness. Deep heartache of the offensive words that slithered from his father's tongue.
Jack looked down at Roger, almost in tears. He loved his little boy so much that it was killing him. Killing him in the sense of Roger not understanding the loathsome putrid meaning and intention of those words that he didn't understand either. Jack had to stop. Despite being halfway home, he bent down and kissed Roger's forehead deeply. "None of what grandpa said was true....you're perfect the way you are and I wouldn't change that for anything."
Then they continued on home.
Alice, was busy visiting her friend, Margret, with Susan. The house painted a thick muteness. Only the sounds of the key being turned and Jack's footsteps along with Roger's stroller being wheeled into the house echoed. Roger was halfway asleep, so Jack carefully took him out of his stroller in tucked him into his bed. "Have a nice nap litt one." He kissed his cheek and tiptoed out of the room.
After storing the stroller away, Jack sat down on the couch; smashing his face into his hands. Jack's eyes were glossy upon ruminating thoughts over the intricate he had with his father. He had insulated Jack's parenting and Roger simply for being gentle; for Roger being able to cry freely in the arms of his father when he was hurt or something didn't go his way after a bad week.
Jack wouldn't lay a finger on Roger for simply expressing human emotion or yell or scold in for being a 'sissy.' It was those memories that made Jack assay to be a different type of father: one that wasn't respected just for the merits of being an authority, one that was loved for being the best version of himself for his kids. Jack would give a right arm and more for them.
Click! The front door opened; Alice appeared with a sleepy Susan in her arms as well. "Someone wore themselves out blueberry picking." Alice softly giggled. She petted the back of her head and softly rocked her. Jack got up and went over to Alice, eyes surveying the sleeping beauty. Alice furrowed her eyebrows, noticing the weariness and anguished look on her husband's face. "What's wrong?" Jack shook his head, sending a rictus to convince Alice to drop the subject.
But Alice quickly whisked Susan into her bed, before coming back to Jack with an answer to her conjecturing reckon. She guided him to the couch; twiddling her soft hands with perfectly manicured red nails into Jack's more bulky one. "What's up baby?" She smoothed his face with the back of her hand, "I can tell when something's bothering you....you just get this look.." Jack turned away, eyebrows furrowed wondering what look it could possibly be that would give away his secret.
"When me and Roger were at the park.....my dad came up to us; my parents were visiting for the week. All those memories of everything he did; the way he treated me just blew up in my face! And then he criticizes my parenting, tells me that I'm too 'soft' on Roger and that he'll grow up to be a twinkle fairy!" Jack gritted his teeth, slamming his fist down on his thigh. Alice listened patiently. "That did it...I was just about to give him a piece of my mind when Roger started crying. It was his nap time so I took him home.....Gosh, dad really would've deserved a good chide. I pride myself on the way I raise Susan and Roger and how I don't follow the same pattern of my upbringing. Your stronger than my mom in many ways Alice and I'll always be thankful for the way you nurture the kids."
Alice rubbed Jack's back. The lump in his throat was becoming thicker and more suffocating the more he recalled moments of his father. He shook his head, a single tear finally hitting the cotton of the couch cushion. "I could never do that to them," His voice cracked, "They deserve to feel safe....everyone does." Alice snuggled her head into Jack. "Some parents....just don't deserve the rich blessings of being one at all. If they can't give their child the best parts......then they shouldn't even bother."
Jack nodded, pressing a small kiss to Alice's hair. "I love you," She looked up, eyes filled with profound esteem for Jack. "
I love you too. And you know what? You are so much more of a father than your father could've ever been. You teach Susan and Roger and guide them with love and compassion beyond what is possible. You're never afraid to show them how much you love and appreciate them and it fills my heart everyday to know that you truly love being a parent and giving them all of you. You were meant for that Jack....what could he say? Your very presence says enough for him to know that it was you who chose to be the man who is Jack Chambers....a man your father could only imagine of being. You had the guts to do what no other man would've done.....teach a boy what a real man is in love," Alice kissed Jack's lips passionately. "God couldn't ask for more."
Jack sniffled. His faith was reassured again. He was an exclusive rare type of father. And a real man. So Jack got up, and marched into his car and drove down to the hotel his parents were staying at. "Hello, I'm looking for a David and Lucy Chambers?" Jack asked the young man at the front desk, "Of course, they are in room 307."
"Thank you." Jack marched into the elevator and channeled his steadfastness. It was time he needed to confront his parents once and for all. "Jack!" His mother opened the door and threw her arms around Jack's neck. "Oh I missed you so much!" She peppered his cheeks with kisses leaving Jack to smile in warmth. "I missed you too mom." He hugged back. "Where's dad?" Lucy pulled away and looked toward David, "He's in the bedroom."
Jack marched over to his father; shadowing him in his discontent. "Well hey son! You shoot off so fast from the park." He chuckled. Jack gave a tight grin, "Roger had to take a nap. He was getting cranky."
David shook his head, "Being at a child's beckon call won't help...you gotta teach em who's boss and Roger's gonna be a schlemiel if you don't you fix him rig-"
"That's enough dad!" Jack barked, "Roger is not a schlemiel or a twinkle fairy or a gutless person the way you portray him....and me to be. Roger, much like Susan is on the right track to becoming an honorable member of society, and the reason why is because I love them.....I will never be afraid to show them that and to me that is what a real man is......that's what makes character of the person, regardless of gender. I came down here because I wanted to set things straight....whether or not you chose to believe that men can be emotional is between you and God, but I'll be damned if I'm gonna stand there and let you call my child weak because he cries, because he shows his emotions and doesn't bottle them up.....like.....like someone who's brainwashed into believing that a man's sensitivity is nothing but a mere setback; funnily enough when it comes down to taking what he wants- a woman- then it's okay. But I don't give anyone that much control over me and tell me how or when I should feel things. Then I would be gutless......so no dad, I don't want you talking about my family like that anymore. I'm proud of myself and who I am and what my family's turned out to be, and if that's weak to you.....then......I am a twinkle fairy."
Jack clutched his car keys and walked out, feeling satisfied with everything he said. David followed Jack, conscience stricken with the same pangs eating out the strings of his heart. "Daddy!" Jack, who was halfway skirted out the door, turned to see his little Roger running break neck speed to him. Jack stretched his arms out and tackled him into a hug. "Oh, hello Rogie! Your mommy and sissy are here too!" Jack cooed, upon looking and seeing a tired Alice with Susan in one arm and an assumption of Roger was supposed to be in her other.
"We came for moral support," She kissed Jack's cheek once approached, "We took the trolley, I figured we could all drive home together." Jack noticed his father looking out the door a little, looking pitiful at the interaction with his son and his family. They were never that happy. "I was thinking....maybe we could go out for dinner?" Susan and Roger jumped up and down excited, leaving Alice to shush them. "Well....it is getting late, and it's not like anything's thawed." Alice agreed to the suggestion.
Jack escorted his family out of the hotel and into the car. The family drove out to dinner with Jack feeling his sense of pride again; fluttering at the gospel that he finally broke the cycle.
#jack chambers#jack chambers imagine#jack chambers son#jack chambers daughter#harry styles#harry styles imagine#dadrry#dad!harry#roger chambers#susan chambers#alice chambers#dads love#dads#harry one shot#harry styles one shot#harry styles blurb#harry styles dwd#dont worry darling
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Hi all thanks for letting me infodump about my new kids <3 Anyway here’s their general info and personalities. They don’t have names yet so suggestions are welcome. Also elemental power suggestions are welcome (remember, this is within the ATS verse so it’ll have to be 1 of the 15 elements). Some of them are already set but not all of them so ;)
Protag boy: THE boy of all time. He’s lovable. He’s stupid. He’s absurdly powerful. He’s really chill UNLESS you mess with his friends then he goes apeshit. He’s got a boyish charm that every single member of the group is attracted to. He’s the official leader of the group and they would do ANYTHING for him. His childhood friend passed away due to an incurable illness so whenever someone gets sick he mother hens to the EXTREME. He rarely ever cries so when he does the entire group flips their shit trying to comfort him or trying to beat the hell out of whatever made him cry. And most importantly. He is BABY
(Yes I got inspired bc I’ve been watching too much shounen lately. I NEEDED to make the boy ever)
Mute girl: Originally she was a VERY famous singer but she “vanished” five years ago. She’s kept this a secret from the group. Due to trauma she has chosen to go mute and has not sung in a long, long time. She communicates solely through sign language and eventually the rest of the group picks it up. Is generally closed off, but opens up to the group as time passes. When she does finally get the courage to use her voice and sing again, everyone absolutely loses their shit at how beautiful her voice is and they all cry and it’s very emotional.
Rabid feral girl: Little feral child that is just a gremlin and was taken in by the group bc she had no family. She thinks of protag boy as her big brother and absolutely adores him. She’s also a BEAST in battle, one of the strongest members of the group. She has no memories of who she was before she met the group, and has a mysterious past that will soon catch up with her. She’s probably the most blunt out of everyone and can sometimes say rude things without meaning to. You want to get roasted by a 10 year old? Yeah she’ll roast you alright
Edgy boy: He’s stoic and strong willed and stupidly powerful. Has more of a physical fighting style rather than using magic. Was the first member of the group to fall in behind protag boy. Would do ANYTHING for protag boy, even betray the other members. Is surprisingly a really good dancer, but will only dance in public if it’s with mute girl (who’s also had dance training). Everyone is jealous of this. Is one of the few people to have known sign language from the get go, so he translates for mute girl a lot at the beginning. Might also secretly come from high society.
Standoffish mechanic: He’s a jerk, but he’s so lovable. Would die for protag boy. Protag boy gushes over his inventions and it boosts his ego way too much. He comes off as arrogant and cocky but he’s a real softie deep down :’) He butts heads with edgy boy a LOT. There’s some weird sexual tension going on there that nobody else wants to bring up. The “everyone is so not worth my time except for the people I love and care about” kind of guy. He will be brutally honest with you.
Non-binary parental figure: The oldest one in the group who watches over all the others. Very gentle and kind hearted, but willing to be strict if necessary. Acts as a sort of mentor figure to protag boy (and p much everyone else tbh). Is arguably the most powerful member of the group, but rarely ever uses their magic. They’re the kind of person that lets their kids learn their lessons the hard way. Is the first one to figure out mute girl’s story and acts as her confidant.
Violin boy: Has a history with mute girl and went through a similar trauma as her. Due to a misunderstanding he holds a serious grudge against mute girl which is eventually solved. He probably ends up joining the group. Or just runs into them once in a while. He’s socially awkward and can’t hold a good conversation to save his life…unless it’s with mute girl. Is actually very attractive but hides his looks due to low self esteem. Thanks trauma.
Himbo: I’m holding out for a himbo til the end of the night
(Dumb and strong and respects women and ride or die. Also gremlin girl’s best buddy and unofficial guardian. I really don’t have much else to say about him I honestly haven’t given him a lot of thought yet.)
Healer girl: Soft spoken and kind, she takes care of the group’s injuries and provides support in battle. Everyone’s a little intimidated by her bc she’s scary when they don’t immediately come to her for medical treatment after battle, or brush off their injuries. Grows close with mute girl. Is the calming presence of the group, and everyone comes to her when they are stressed. (This causes her to have a complex about being the calm one, the cheerful one, the one who always has their shit together. This is unhealthy. Lmao)
Smart girl: “I’m surrounded by idiots but they’re MY idiots” kind of person. Brilliantly clever and quick witted and has a sharp tongue. Thinks protag boy is SO dumb but she loves him anyway and has absolute faith in him. Has a loving family back home and gets embarrassed when her softer family side is brought up since she’s kinda arrogant and cold. Regularly spars with edgy boy. Gets easily flustered and then gets angry about it.
Cute baker: His pastries are SCRUMPTIOUS. He wears glasses. And has freckles. And he’s nerdy and kinda shy and awkward and he’s perfect. He’s more of a behind the scenes kind of strategist. He works with mechanic boy a lot to improve on their gadgets and gizmos and also on food related things. Is also wickedly smart but more in the book smart kind of way (while smart girl is street smart. Life experience smart.)
Now that you’ve met the squad…
(Also pssst tell me who you voted for in the tags/comments if you wanna!! I’m curious 👀)
#Shima speaks#Long post#Among the Stars#ATS#Honestly I love all these character concept so much idk how I’ll be able to narrow them down#I might just keep them all. Who knows. Who knows…#Shima’s OCs#Poll#Polls#Tumblr poll
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One thing I think Sega has really missed out on is reminding everyone that Shadow is the same age as Sonic. Like, okay, Shadow is more mature because trauma has a way of maturing people but he is still a teen like Sonic. What's more uncomfortable than everyone realising that Sonic is just a kid? Everyone realising that Shadow is just a kid.
G.U.N comes marching into the local hospital because they have reports on having a man down and want to check him out to take him to their military hospital, they search up and down all the different wards in search of him only for a doctor to to lead them to the pediatrics ward were they see Shadow sitting in a brightly coloured room with a plastic mobile over him and a pair of neon coloured cast on an arm and leg. He looks so out of place but also so small in that bed.
i think a lot of why that hasn't gotten highlighted recently is because shadow just. hasn't been in a lot of games after 06. he was only in forces and that game is already a bit of mixed bag in many ways so it's hard for me to say anything concrete on shadow's portrayal there especially when it's not fresh on my mind. on the contrary i think shadow 2005 did a really good job at showing shadow as the teen he is, i talked about it before when i was hot on my playthrough that i should resume at some point honestly, and that game does it in ways that remind me of the way RoL did the same with team sonic. shadow acts all edgy to the point it goes a bit over the top the way a teen would do it, he swears excessively like a kid who just learned that saying "fuck" might not get them grounded anymore would, and despite the tone of the game shadow sometimes says some absolutely goofy shit from what seems like nowhere ("this is like taking candy from a baby, which is fine by me!" among others) that often comes across as him trying to make some clever remark that doesn't quite work because his sense of humor is immature and also the amnesia beams probably don't help the cause. i think there's a similar flare to sa2 and heroes, though it's perhaps less in-your-face since there are other characters to focus on, and 06 is an overall a more serious game so naturally it would focus more on the way shadow has grown over the last few games as opposed to highlighting his childishness
i know that the mysterious writing guidelines sega has for these characters have most likely evolved since and i feel like their current stance is to focus on shadow's apparent maturity in comparison to his friends, and i think that's probably fine, it fits in with his position as the resident edgelord anti-hero "im so evil and fucked up but my heart is in the right place and i only hurt people who deserve it and my rival sometimes maybe but not for realsies" type character. i definitely wouldn't mind a good old reality check that hits you like a brick while reminding you that the dark and mysterious hedgehog that enamored you is actually 15 and going through his most emo years
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My Opinion on certain dead wizards Part – 1
Regulus Black:
Was he a complete saint?
No. He was from a blood supremacist household and had same believes as them for most of his life. He idolized Voldemort and and joined the death eaters, which I think was on his own choice. But he did change his views later on his life and atleast tried to stop Voldemort.
Died in a cave alone drinking potion that shows you your worst trauma and making you feel guilty and then being dragged by dead brainless creatures into a lake. One of the worst ways to die imo.
But was he a complete douchbag?
Now here we have to keep in mind how a person's family background and views can shape that person's own thought process.
It is clearly obvious his parents had fed him all the muggleborn hate things since he was a baby, even more since Sirius turned out to be a rebel. So ofcourse it must have had a huge impact on him.
Clearly he grew up to become the perfect pureblooded son his family had taught/wanted him to be, and to a certain point he even agreed with his family.
Did he deserve redemption?
Yes. Even though he had practically been a Voldy fanboy since forever because of all the above factors, in the one year he spend being a death eaters he had s change of heart. Most probably witnessing all the horrible inhuman shits they actually did.
Something to be noticed – It is canon the process of creating an horcrux is so disgusting the editor vomitted.
Regulus had found out about the horcrux and must have done enough research to know how they are made. So he atleast had his own morals of what is wrong and what is right. He was a Slytherin, and Slytherins are known for following their own rules.
So he did what he could have done at that time and sacrificed himself. Would he have lived should he have been given a second chance? Yes.
(Here I am doing a little comparison with Snape)
His realisation came a lot earlier than it did to Snape. Whose only motivation to be in the light side was because he felt guilty for Lily's death.
But Regulus left the dark side on his own and not because of someone or something. Sure Kreacher was there, but Kreacher had already returned safely and there is no canon proof he did all this just because of his house elf.
I think he deserved redemption more that Snape.
Do I like the fanon version of him?
Debatable. Some of the versions of him in fanon makes sense and I have no problem with them. But some are straight annoying.
Portraying him as a helpless boy who was forced by his family into all the bad things he did or a edgy ray of light boy just takes away the entire point of his redemption.
He will only deserve redemption when he have already spent some of his years being a shitbag.
Regulus x James?
Ohh God!! NO PLEASE NO! I can go on for ages about why don't like them together.
Like if you ship this stay 5 km away from me.
It's just not in his ( or neither James') character to fall for each other.
What makes you think an initially arrogant so called 'blood traitor' Griffindor who had no problems with werewolves or muggleborns will love a initial blood supremacist who believed in Voldemort's views? And vice-versa. That also in their teenage years, the prime time of showing both of their different values.
It's just so annoying.
His relationship with Sirius?
I think they used to be quite close when they were kids but for sure had lots of arguments because of all the Sirius being a Gridfindor rebel thing and him believing his family values.
Might have atleast felt a little bad when Sirius left home and they deserved a chance to reconcile.
Do I love him?
Yes. He had so much potential to be a complex redeemable character if he was written about more. He was grey and that's what makes him great. Atleast in my eyes.
He is one of my favourite characters.
Do I have any headcannons about him?
Ummm quite a few, like
I like the idea of him and Pandora being friends but I also think Pandora was a bit older that him like by two or three years and was in Ravenclaw. So it's interesting how I see him befriending an older Ravenclaw student.
I like to believe both him and Sirius had inherited their looks from their mother, thus making both of them look a lot similar.
He very often got lost in thoughts and would constantly need to be pulled back, because his head was kind of a mess.
There are more but they are minor ones and irrelevant to this post.
Whom do I fancast him as?
On this one I completely agree with the fandom.
It's Timothee Chalamet as R.A.B for me
#regulus black#sirius black#james potter#anti jegulus#anti snape#regulus is to afraid to do the right thing#he deserves redemption#slytherins#anti severus snape
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Idk if I ever posted a redesign for my vessel oc Razor but here he is
He cut off his own horns and ears and wears a mask all the time to pass as a human. He also has a lot of scars because he doesn't use soul healing. He is NOT coping well with the baby pit trauma. (Some more info under the cut)
He used to have a normal name but of course this all edge no point motherfucker would rename himself Razor after becoming a bandit
He dyed his hair with his own void, not to be edgy but because that's the best pernament dye around and white hair made him stand out
He's also a bandit leader. This and the fact that he makes himself pass as a human makes him pretty safe-ish from a certain dickass moth oc of mine, just in comparison with my other ocs/canon vessels
He's looking after 3 other vessels who are my friend's ocs, but eventually takes them to Hallownest after he realised he couldn't protect them and it's the furthest safe place he knew from their previous home
He also did NOT get along with Flower at first, accusing them of abandoning them all and kissing up to their father. The claw scars on his left cheek are from Flower, in fact, who was forced to defend themself after he attacked them.
#spooky arts#faaf au#he absolutely hates their parents and everybody assiociated with them which is very understandable but its how he goes about these feelings#thats wildly unhealthy. For the record him taking his 3 siblings to Hallownest isn't some sort character journey about forgiving his#parents he just knows as much as he hates their guts they'll keep them safe. Especially after he killed his abusive brother in law when he#caught him hitting his little brother. Which is how he realised he couldn't keep them safe by himself#his actual character arc is realising he cant always handle everything by himself and learning to ask for help. but he never truly grows#out of that habit. just gets slightly better. and learns to respect the fact that just because he feels very strongly about PK and WL#doesnt mean his siblings will and its alright if they want different things than him. but hes always gonna be this angry guy who doesnt#fully heal from his trauma and doesnt handle it well. sorry razor </3
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