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whirlwindimagines · 1 year

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I wanna give vash a comforting head pats and some loving head scritches, tell him he has been working hard and needs to rest sometimes, the world not going anywhere, he can rest. May I request a scenario of vash sad he didn’t save everyone again and is sad, so reader hesitately reaches up to his head before deciding to give him a head pat, telling him he did his best with the circumstances he had, it’s not his fault for being unable to save absolutely everyone, and all that matters is he saved at least someone, and that’s enough? Plz and thanks

Okay but same ;p; Like let me hold Vash and tell him everything is gonna be okay! Studio orange let Vash be happy challenge, please. I’m a little sad, so lol this reflects that for sure This definitely got out of hand and turned into something else

Lol you can tell I wrote this after my therapy session.

‘I’ll stare directly at the sun, but never in the mirror’

Vash x Reader

You wonder how Vash can continue like this, the gunfight had been as usual destructive and deadly. Neither of you made out of it unscathed and the town had suffered as well, it broke your heart how much Vash tried to make things right. How he didn't want to hurt anyone or let anyone get hurt, but you can't save anyone and especially not alone.

Vash had gone off on his own, he checked you for injuries and was distressed to find one. You brushed him off, saying you were fine and that you would take care of it and now you have no idea where he went. He wouldn't leave you here by yourself, you weren't worried about that. But you were worried about him.

Briefly, you wondered how Vash would handle this, but you knew it would be fake smiles and white lies, he must be tired you were tired of it. The suns were setting now, casting the desert in a purplish red light. You sigh standing and brushing the sand from yourself, you’ve done all you can to help the people here and they didn't want any more help from Vash the Stampede.

Wandering around the town you found Vash with the Thomas, he’s petting it gently Vash was much better with the creature than you were. You join his side quietly and he greets you with a small wave and a light smile. You try to greet him with one of your own but you can’t you are tired of the fakeness God you want Vash to express some emotion, sadness hell you’d take anger something.

“Are you okay?” you don't know why you ask; you could repeat his response word for word I’m fine are you okay?

“I’m fine are you okay?” his response pisses you off, you knew the words were coming but you were sick of it. You clench your fist at your sides, wanting to get angry, but you know that’s not what Vash needs right now. You can be angry on his behalf later; he stares at you confused as you deflate.

“No Vash I'm not okay.” he looks startled, his hands hovering over your body unsure if he should touch you, wishing he would, you step closer to the blonde as he speaks, “Where are you hurt?” shaking your head, he only looks confused you don't know how to express your hurt to Vash. Because it’s not your physical pain that’s hurting you right now, it’s his hurt you care about. You want to cry for him, to scream out and curse the world, because you know he never will, and that’s what hurts.

Taking a step closer your bodies are nearly touching, you reach a hand up and place it gently on his head. “You did your best, you know that right?” you ask and you can hear the stuttering breath he takes in, he looks directly into your eyes and you can see his begin to water. You smile kindly at him, patting his head gently before running your fingers through his hair so your hand is resting on the nape of his neck.

He may not want to hear this, but you know he needs to. “Not everyone can be saved, and that is not your fault. God Vash, you do your best every day, and if no one else sees that I do, I see you. We will get through today.” You pull him in closer, gently resting your forehead against his, you can feel him tremble as the tears slowly drip down his face. You hold him to you lightly, giving him a chance to pull away if needed. You don’t want him to, but you know you can only push Vash so much.

He doesn’t pull away instead he raises his hands and cups your face, holding you there so you can't pull away. You startle a bit when you feel his thumbs wipe your own tears, you didn't even realize you had been crying yourself. “It’s just….” You don’t say anything while Vash struggles with what he has to say. You’re hoping he’ll be honest, and not bottle up all the pain.

“I don’t know how to move forward” the words are whispered against your lips, as if he’s afraid to admit it out into the open. you close your eyes, and your heart breaks. Vash moves back, you think he’ll pull away completely but he doesn’t instead he places a kiss on your forehead, and it makes your heart skip a beat.

Vash pulls you into a hug then, his arms going around your shoulders while yours wrap around his waist, he cries softly and you let him holding on to him tight for as long as he needs. Your hands rub his back under his red coat, “I know, but you are not alone I'm right here and I’ll be right here as long as you need me. Let me help you anyway you need.” you answer trying not to choke on your words, putting as much emotion as you can into your words.

He sobs, gripping you painfully tight but you don't mind, letting him take all the comfort he can get and asking for nothing in return. His hands shift down your back squeezing again, the action jostles your wound and you let out a pained cry because of it. Vash lets go instantly stepping back. You're shocked by the sudden coldness, your hands hanging limply at your side. He’s looking at you wide eye, “I'm sorry.” he chokes out, he looks like he's going to run you can't let him.

You move forward quickly, he sees you coming and steps back right into the Thomas the pack animal moves forward startled it causes Vash to lose balance, injury, and boundaries be damned you grab him by his jacket and surge forward he falls straight onto his back and you let the momentum take you with.

He lands on his back hard, and you land right on top of him straddling his waist you still have a hold of his jacket, “Stop! Don't you dare run away.” you say it a little frantically, “I'm okay really just… stop.” you whisper, he looks up at you his eyes filled with tears. How did you even get here, you didn't mean to be forceful with Vash but you couldn't let him pull away when he was so down on himself. Blaming himself for everything, you know he blames himself for you getting hurt. But these things just happen.

“I just can't seem to do anything right,” he says it with a light chuckle, and you fist the material of his jacket leaning in, you watch his eyes go wide and a blush settles on his face you choose to ignore that. “Vash.” you say his name sternly, and he gulps at your tone, “I am going to say this in the nicest way possible, but if you say one more bad thing about yourself, I'm going to hurt you.”

You don't really mean it; you could never hurt Vash, but he does this light laugh that sounds real and it makes your heart soar. He grabs each of your wrists, and you loosen your grasp blushing as he looks at you softly. “Okay, I get it… I just don't deserve you, you’re always doing so much for me, and you're so kind! I just feel like-” You cut off his rambling by grasping his hands and intertwining your fingers with him, and you lean forward pressing into him it shuts him right up.

“What did I just say? This world doesn’t deserve you, don't ever think you don't deserve nice things, and comfort. You deserve the world, and I wish I could give it to you.” you pause, your heart beating wildly in your chest, thinking your next words carefully, but you want him to understand. “Can I show you?”

“Show me what?” his voice drops to a whisper, the suns have long since set and his eyes seem to glow in the moonlight, “How much you mean to me, how much I care.” you wonder if his heart is beating as fast, he nods and you drop his hands they fall limply to his side as you cup his face. “I need you to say it.”

He takes in a deep breath, the words leaving him in a whine, “Please show me how much you care about me.” he looks so embarrassed, but you smile brightly as you lean in kissing his forehead, “I love how kind you are.” you mutter, he makes a startled noise, but you keep going moving to kiss under his right eye, “How you see the good in everyone.” under his left eye next, “How strong you are, but only use your strength to help those in need.”

You pull back to check on his face to make sure you're not overwhelming him too much, his eyes are watery again and there is a slight tremble to his lips but he doesn’t ask you to stop or pull away so you continue, kissing him on the tip of his nose, “You put up with me and I appreciated it, even when I'm being difficult.” he lets out a light chuckle at this, and you smirk. Your eyes flicker to his lips and then to his eyes asking for permission to continue, your voice quiet in the night.

“Please,” he asks and well who are you to refuse, you lean in pressing your lips to his gently, he touches you now finding the courage to do so, his prosthetic resting on your waist, while his other hand comes to rest on the nape of your next.

You pull back barely out of reach, “And I really love how you never give up, even when it would be easier. You are so good Vash, and if I need to spend every day reminding you of that I will.”

He lets out a whimper, you lean back into to give him another kiss he holds you close, you feel his grip tighten on your waist. You don’t mind, letting him take as much as he wants. You don’t know how long the two of you stay like this, sharing soft kisses and shy touches. But eventually you pull back, resting your hands gently on his chest.

“Are you okay? Was that too much?” You ask softly, he opens his eyes to look at you, you can see the blush covering his face, and making you smile. He removes his hands form you, instead covering his whole face to block his blush. “Is that a yes then?” You tease lightly.

“Thank you…” he says it quietly, and it makes your heart melt, you grab both his wrist and pull them away so you can see his face, placing a soft kiss on the inside of each wrist you smile softly at him. “You don’t need to thank me; I’ll do this every day if you want.”

“Then it really will be too much.” He whines and you laugh getting to your feet and pulling him up. Once he’s standing you drop his hands, “never, I’ll never run out of love for you.” He’s blushing again hands covering his face once more, you love when he gets all shy. You step around him reaching up to tussle his blonde locks, “we need to find our Thomas now.”

He sighs dropping his hands, “I’ll find her.” You laugh he tells you to wait here and he’ll be back. Watching him leave, you hope that you were able to bring him some comfort. You hope he understood how deeply you cared for him, and that you would continue to be by his side no matter what.

Eventually, Vash came back he held out his hand from the top of the Thomas, you grabbed his hand and he pulled you up, settling you in front of him. You thanked him as you grabbed the reins, Vash settled his arms around your waist. Resting his chin on top of your head you smiled, as you moved the Thomas forward, you didn’t know where to head next but it didn’t matter as long as you were together.

#vash the stampede x reader #vash imgaine #vash imagines #vash x reader #vash the stampede #trigun #trigun stampede imagine #trigun stampede x reader #trigun stampede #trigun x reader #trigun stampede headcanons

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juyeonszn · 6 months

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I WANNA SHOW YOU OFF

PAIRING ju haknyeon x f!reader

WORD COUNT 1.65k

GENRES smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, idol!juhak and non-idol!reader, stupid man not getting the hint, jealous juhak 🤭, DOM JUHAK !!!! this deserves its own warning phew, marking, no foreplay bc we ball like steph curry, little bit of exhibitionism but also not really, unprotected sex, sex against a wall?? standing upright?? what is that position called, creampie lol

SUMMARY you hated when men flirted with you, but god if it didn’t result in such a thrilling experience.

MORE im actually yelling like no way i’ve done 9 of these…. each time a fawntober fic goes up i rattle my brain around in my head to make sure it’s not empty 😭 ANYWAYS!!! if u enjoyed, please reblog <3

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri

You couldn’t wait to get out of here.

Your feet were starting to ache from the uncomfortable heels you were wearing. Your faux smile could only handle staying on your face for so long. Your head was throbbing from all of the superficial conversations. You were just about ready to crash.

That was the thing about being the girlfriend of a successful idol, you had to accompany him to these company parties despite everyone being so fake. The only genuine people were the idols themselves. All of the higher ups and staff members were just too vain and shallow minded, you could hardly talk to them without feeling like you’d lost multiple brain cells.

To be fair, you weren’t required to attend these. Haknyeon technically wasn’t even supposed to have a girlfriend, for the sake of maintaining his image for the fans. But everyone at his company knew of your existence and he liked having the excuse to parade you around like a little trophy.

His group members often teased him for being the first to get into a relationship. The two of you had been friends way before he even began idol training and preparing to debut. During that time, you’d lost touch, thanks to his rigorous training process and dedication to his craft. But a couple years into the limelight and you found your way back to each other. Fate was a funny concept.

You were currently standing at a high-top table, mindlessly chatting with some guy from the PR department. Haknyeon had disappeared to grab you some drinks to kill time before you could finally leave. Sunwoo stayed back to keep you occupied while he was gone, but at some point, you heard Eric calling for him and he, too, had wandered off. You kind of wished you went with him, now stuck with this random man you didn’t know.

“You’re really pretty, Y/N,” the guy says, smiling at you. “Haknyeon is very lucky.”

You laugh awkwardly, thanking him for the compliment. He kept inching closer to you, making it palpable that he was flirting in spite of his awareness towards your relationship. The dude clearly couldn’t take a hint, oblivious to your uncomfortability. You didn’t want to be rude, though. These were the people who worked with your boyfriend on a near daily basis.

Where the hell was Haknyeon?

“Does he treat you well?” He asks, clearly steering the conversation in a specific direction. You know what he’s aiming at, but you pretend to be ignorant to his attempts.

“He’s an exceptional boyfriend, actually. He treats me like a princess.” You state, eyes darting around the large event hall in search of said boyfriend. If he didn’t come to your rescue soon, you feared you’d say something worthy of putting his career on the line.

“If that’s truly the case, why is he nowhere to be found? How could such a good partner leave his girlfriend all alone like this?” The gaslighting is hilarious. The fact that this guy genuinely felt he was so much better than Haknyeon, that he was much more attractive, was laughable. He sincerely thought he was powerful enough to come between your secure, loving relationship.

“Here you go, baby,” a drink is placed in front of you, a kiss left on your temple. “What are you and Seojun talking about?”

Haknyeon’s arm wraps snugly around your waist. To anyone else, he’d look normal. He was remaining neutral, lips pulled into a thin line but curved at the ends so it appeared that he was being nice. But you knew otherwise. You knew this calm was just a facade to hide how pissed off he really was. His jealousy wasn’t because he didn’t trust you. His jealousy was because he didn’t trust others.

Namely Jung Seojun, the PR department’s resident fuckboy.

You glance up at your boyfriend, surprised there wasn’t any drool rolling down your chin. You couldn’t help but be drawn into the darkness of his eyes and his clenched jaw. The best part of this was what lies ahead of you once you get home. Maybe this night wasn’t a total bust.

“Oh. Um. Just, you know, the usual pleasantries…” This dude was a shitty liar. He was fortunate that he hadn’t actually made a move on you, lest he wanted to keep his job. Ju Haknyeon didn’t play around when it came to you, the love of his life.

Thankfully, you don’t stay at the party much longer. He tried to keep his cool until it was deemed acceptable to make his exit, but at a certain point, he just couldn’t anymore. The drive home wasn’t uncomfortable, but there was a thick tension filling the atmosphere. If it weren’t for the driver in the same car, you’re sure his hands would’ve been all over you.

So, the moment you step through the threshold of the dorms, door barely locked, Haknyeon’s pinning you to the surface. His lips are searing on your own, rough but soft all at once. His fingers don’t know where they want to rest, first tangled in your hair and then digging into your hips only a second later. Your head is dizzy, spinning around a mantra of his name and nothing else.

He bunches up the fabric of your dress, pulling back slightly to catch his breath. “Who the hell did he think he was? Talking to my pretty girl like he was deserving of her presence?”

“Hak…” You sigh, his mouth trailing down the side of your neck. He nips and sucks at the base, and then again where it meets your jaw. You hated when men flirted with you, but God if it didn’t result in such a thrilling experience. Your regularly sweet, gentle boyfriend becoming someone nearly unrecognizable drove you crazy.

“Hmm?” His hands hook under your thighs, picking you up so you can wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. You can feel him this way, already so hard and ready for you. You don’t think you can handle waiting for all the foreplay, your entire body tingling with want and desire.

“Need you to fuck me,” you whine, head lolling to the side when he sucks at that particularly sensitive area on your throat. “Want you so bad…”

“Yeah, princess? Gonna fuck you so good that you’ll be ruined for anyone else. No one can give it to you like I do.” He chuckles into your skin, pushing your dress up further and kissing your shoulders after the straps have slid off. Ju Haknyeon might actually be the death of you.

That was your favorite thing about sex with him. He was so uncharacteristically cocky, so uncharacteristically aggressive in the way he manhandled you. You moan when he shoves aside your underwear, undoing his slacks enough to slip his cock free. He presses into you slowly, forehead falling to your shoulder with a groan.

One of his hands comes up to fist at your hair, yanking back so he can bite at your jugular and exposed chest some more. He thrusts up into your cunt with what feels like ease in spite of your walls squeezing him. His hips snap up and meet your ass with every kiss of his cock to that spongy spot deep inside of your pussy. Everything is moving too fast, but not fast enough at the same time.

“W-What if someone comes home?” You gasp, fingers getting lost in the hair at the nape of his neck. As much as you were enjoying this, you don’t know what you’d do if one of his members walked in on you. For sure, you’d be mortified, unable to show your face around the dorm ever again.

“Who cares? Let them see how well you’re taking it,” he mutters, sucking in your supple skin and ensuring bruises are left in his wake. “I should let everyone witness how good I fuck you, right baby? Marking you all up so the world knows your mine.”

A loud moan rips from your vocal cords, his cock so deep inside of you that you’re starting to see stars. Haknyeon grins against your sternum knowing that you’re enjoying this as much as he is. You wanted him to stake his claim on your body, wanted anyone who could see to know that you were his. Even the way he fucked into you had that same purpose, like his dick was meant to be there. It was almost as if your cunt was acclimating to the shape of it.

“Fuck, feels so so good, Hak…” You whine, lower half squirming when that knot in your stomach is about to unravel. Your toes curl and your back arches off of the door, legs spreading wider in an attempt to suck him in further. “I’m gonna— oh god— I’m—”

You don’t even finish your sentence, your orgasm washing over you without a moment’s notice. The feeling of your cunt fluttering around his cock has Haknyeon groaning, twitching and spilling into you seconds later. He fucks his own release back inside of you, teeth sinking into your collarbone to steel himself.

The two of you stay like that for a minute, catching your breaths in spite of his cum beginning to leak out of you. He kisses the crown of your sweaty forehead. “You did so well, princess.”

Just like earlier, you’re interrupted before you can reply, the sound of keys jingling on the other side of the door. You share a look of terror, scrambling to his room so you don’t get caught. You both flop onto his bed in a fit of giggles, recalling how he’d said he didn’t care who saw you in such a compromising state.

“You’re all talk, aren’t you?” You tease.

“Oh, just you wait, baby,” he shakes his head, moving to hover over you. “I’ll make you regret that you said that.”

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smiggles · 8 months

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This is gonna be abit of a mouthful, but I need to get it off my chest now that years have passed and we've (hopefully you have too) matured by now.

I once looked up to you, but that was a very long time ago. The trauma you caused me is irreversible. tbf I used to be a brat and if I could go back in time to backhand my younger self I would, I own up to that. But I was only a teenager, still growing and learning about myself and how to talk to others properly. Turns out I was pretty much autistic, so communication wasn't my strong point at all back then.

But even then, your two-faced behavior of proudly shitting on and bragging about how much money you were ripping off the furry community, the people who actively supported you, loved your work and paid your bills, was appalling. I had every right to call you out on it. Instead of accepting it was wrong, you sent your roommates out like attack dogs to fight your battles, defend your toxic behavior and harass me. Every time I blocked them they would find a different site to attack me on. I struggled to make friends for years after that incident, I felt I couldn't trust anyone because of what you guys did.

Years passed, and I genuinely hoped you had changed for the better, only to see a callout post during pride of all times, about your grossly acephobic attitude. I had friends who were blocked by you and didn't understand why. You need to understand your damaging actions have severe affects on real people, and when you make public apologies, the people who comment saying they forgive you don't count if they weren't the ones hurt by you. They don't speak for those affected.

I'm not looking for an apology, even if given one I probably wouldn't accept it after all the damage you've done to me. I have zero interest in you being in my life again. I just wanted to give you this perspective to get it off my chest and for you to mull on, I want you to use it to improve yourself as a person moving forward. See the wrong in your actions, how badly it affects others, and make the choice to make things right.

But that's up to you now.

Hey, I know who this is an I want you to know that I think about you often.

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Sometimes your stuff shows up on my feed or someone shares something with me that youve made because we have common interests and I think to myself Im glad theyre doing well and I hope youre surrounded by people who support you. I dont say this as a way to like Save face because this is a public anon. I would say this to you in private if I could. I was a very nasty person years and years ago and no apology will take back the pain Ive caused others from that. Especially not you. But I am sorry. I wish things could have been different. I do. For the acephobia. Yes. I was acephobic and horrible about it. I hurt a lot of people from that and cant ever take that back but know that Ive learned a lot about how to treat others and unpack the internalized hatred towards my own ace'ness and how others present themselves. I also want to say I never sent my roommates on you. That was a choice they did on their own without my knowledge. I never ever want someone to go after anyone on my behalf and while it is likely hard to believe that those who have known me these past 5-6 years can vouch that as true. I have on multiple occasions asked my friends to leave people alone I end up disagreeing with. I never name drop people I dont get along with. I dont even tell people besides my very very private close friends about what happened between me and you and that might be about 3 or 4 people at most. As for blocking? I block very liberally LOL and its almost never personal. I block people for the smallest things just to curate my social media experience. If you ever wanted to reconnect and try again Im here. And I have no hatred in my heart. I have held myself accountable all these years for things I should have done better. Handled softer. In the end Truly. Im glad youve made a beautiful career out of something you love and no matter what happens between us I hope you continue to thrive. With all my heart.

#smigglesask #I often tell anyone who asks about the callout on me that it is 100000% warranted and that I was a piece of shit and people deserve #to know what kind of person i used to be #I dont want to hide and pretend Im perfect or that I never hurt people

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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ok this is a bit complicated so bare with me

spence is a medical doctor but still works at the bau. the bau have to get like an annual medical test and one of them is a blood test.

moreid centric so reid is the one drawing the blood and morgan's scared of them. (derek said that he's gonna pass out and spence said things like i can take your blood when you're unconciouss") emily, jj, and everyone is watching and laughing but derek's nearly having a panic attack. spence then ordered everyone to get out and calm him down. he stopped mocking him and just being so gentle with him like he handle a lil kid who's afraid of needle.

this is kinda complicated and i just taught ab it in my daydreams lol it would mean a lot if you can write it for me, you dont have to though. luv ur writings, ty!!

<3 moreid <3 omg i want more characterxcharacter requests

"Spencer," As if the lack of professionality in using Spencer's first name wasn't evidence enough that Derek was panicking, his eyes were wide and intense too, locked on the needle in Spencer's hand, "I'm not kidding. I'm gonna pass out."

"It doesn't matter," Spencer shrugged, a soft smirk on his lips as he watched the usually cool, calm, and collected officer fall apart, "I can still draw blood even if you're unconscious."

Derek's eyes snapped shut, a grimace taking over his expression. And suddenly, it didn't seem funny. The shallow breathing that the man exhibited no longer seemed like grandiose dramatics put on for entertainment purposes, to get a few laughs. Instead they seemed real, ragged, and desperate.

The tightening of his muscles didn't seem like an effort to show them off, instead, his chest was stiff and his arms were pressed up against the wall behind him, holding on for dear life.

The way he'd scrambled up and out of the chair wasn't Morgan making Reid's job more difficult, it was Reid making Morgan's life more difficult.

Spencer finally snapped out of his discerning trance, hearing JJ's voice from across the room, "Oh, come on, you big baby. It's just a shot."

"Yeah," Penelope giggled, "I've seen seven year-olds take that more gracefully than you."

"Jack was better than this at three." Hotch piped up, an amused, seldom-seen smirk on his face.

"Guys," Reid spoke up, his voice much less light and airy than before, now grounded and strong, "Enough."

He didn't think he'd ever spoken with that much raw authority to his coworkers before. Sure, he'd given orders, he'd interrogated suspects, but he'd never silenced his team with two words before.

"Reid, we were-"

"Just give me a minute alone with him." Spencer glanced back at Derek, who was tracking everyone's movements with anxious eyes.

His coworkers, blissfully unaware and unrelating to the raw panic radiating off of Derek, shared a confused look. One by one, they stood, faces much more serious than when they'd been taunting Derek only moments ago. A few even mumbled out a mediocre apology to Spencer, as if he was the one that needed it.

"Derek," Spencer mirrored the man's former unprofessionalism, his voice soft and gentle as he set the needle down, stepping forwards a few steps, "I'm sorry for teasing you."

"It's stupid," Derek gritted out, his chest still heaving, "Hotch said- I'm in my thirties."

"It's not stupid," Spencer shook his head, walking closer and closer to Derek, "It's a phobia. I'm sorry I didn't realize before, I thought you were messing around."

"Don't apologize," Derek shook his head, screwing his eyes shut again, "I just- I can't do this."

"You have to," Spencer grimaced, finally standing in front of Derek, "I'm sorry, I wish there was some other alternative."

"I can't," Derek urged, "You don't understand, my brain won't let me-"

"I do understand." Spencer admitted, "Phobias can be crippling. And any situation seems better than this one right now. But this is mandatory, you have to complete these tests if you want to keep working here. If you don't do it now, you'll have to do it later, and I probably won't be the one administering the shot. Can I please help you with it today? I don't want you to have to do this again."

Spencer swore that he'd never seen Derek look closer to tears without actually crying. His chin was wobbling, his eyes glassy as his fingers clenched into fists to ground himself.

"I'll go slow," Spencer crooned, keeping his voice sweet and soothing, "Or- or fast, if that would help. You call the shots here- sorry, bad phrasing. But you know what I mean, you're in charge. Just because you need to complete the end goal doesn't mean you can't dictate the process."

"Nothing you can do will distract me."

"Actually," Spencer strode back to his desk, picking up an envelope from inside of his drawer, "I think these will keep you entertained for hours."

"What-"

"Baby pictures." Spencer pulled out a thick stack of photos, a slight blush on his face as he looked at the one on the top, "My mom sent them to me the other day. I kept meaning to get them out of here so that no one else could see them, but I guess it's good that I didn't."

"You can't possibly think that a few pictures of you as a kid are gonna distract me from a needle in my arm."

"I'm wearing a tie at age six," Spencer brandished the photo in question, one eyebrow raised, "You just told me the other day that you would bet money that I came out of my mom with a sweater vest on. I thought you'd want to see them. But if you don't want to," Spencer teasingly slipped the photos back into the envelope, heading back for his desk, "I can just-"

"Give me the pictures." Derek sighed, shakily peeling himself off of the wall he'd been leaning against, "Damn you and your stupid little baby glasses."

"I was six," Spencer chuckled, "I wasn't a baby."

"You're still a baby," Derek scoffed, "You're afraid of the dark."

"You're afraid of needles." Spencer deadpanned, leading Derek to his seat, "Did you forget what this was about?"

"Right," Derek sighed, his breath trembling in his throat, "Sorry, I-"

"Don't be sorry," Spencer shushed him, "That means the pictures worked. You were distracted, and you forgot about the shot. Keep looking, I'm pretty sure there's one in there of me reading War and Peace at far too young an age."

"Anything before sixty is far too young to read War and Peace," Derek grumbled, sifting through the photos in his lap "But, uh.. Thanks, Spencer."

Spencer smiled softly, the expression barely discernable as he rolled up the sleeve of Derek's t-shirt, "Just don't tell anyone else about the pictures."

"I can't promise that," Derek laughed incredulously, brandishing a picture of Spencer standing outside his university, two feet shorter and ten years younger than all of the other students there, "I'm keeping this one."

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Okie well I can't shut up ever so I'm going to compile my thoughts here on Tumblr as I rewatch nnt fom the beginning !! Also pls feel free to scream and/or rewatch with me👉👈👀

Kinda long so more thots below the cut

Season 1, episodes 1-6

I forgot how good the writing and animation are in the first season, like they truly thrived under aniplex😔 the brief white blood period in I think season 3 shows us just how good we had it

I love seeing Hawk and Meliodas's relationship, and his star Boar earring😭 plus having the Boar hat as the main location is just so comforting !!

Also I JUST realized his name is hawk because of a ham hok😭😭 this is like when I realized toe mater's name was tomato at the ripe age of 18

I miss the holy knights being powerful. Like I get that the Sins are always more powerful than them, had a long way to go in terms of power ups, and meliodas straight up had most of his power sealed but like DAMN. They were so cool in season 1 !! Gil was such a badass😭 I guess I just wish that the holy knights powered up along with the Sins

Seeing the very first episode got me thinking about the original pilot Manga (chapter 0) and how cool it might have been !! Like I love the story we got, but I do think those versions of Mel and Elizabeth maybe would have been better than the ones we got😳 like I just really like Meli's original design, I feel like he looks a bit older, and chapter 0 Elizabeth is simply superior ngl. She's funny, brave, and assertive - a lot more like Liz and goddess Elizabeth, except funnier

The first half of season 1 has one of my fave intro and outros like damn I forgot how fucking cool they were. Some of my fave songs to !! (my all time fave is def howling from season 3 part 2 (i think lol) tho)

Like look how cool this is !!! It reminds me of this pic from the manga

Speaking of intros, I miss the title cards !! Like look how cute this is !!

Everytime the fiddle (?) Music plays I get SO FUCKING HYPED BRO like damn Ik it's through all the seasonal and I'm so glad it is because it's rlly the perfect hype song - here it is on Spotify

Also Gil is such a badass in early episodes, I love his strength !! This moment is the fucking coolest and you can't convince me otherwise

Overall, I think the attention to detail is just better, the sounds the armor makes, the animation and drawings (esp background characters), Meliodas just sounds a bit older too (and I have theories on his voice here if u want them 👀)

The whole perv thing is really exhausting really quickly. Almost surprised 14 year old me made it through this as the 2nd anime I ever watched and the 1st I watched alone

I feel like Diane got shorter through the seasons. Like she doesn't compare to Hawk Mama like she did in season 1, and I think that's a damn shame. Let my giant girl be giant !!

She's also a decent bit more violent and I enjoy that thoroughly. She's just a silly goofy kween😌

Also her original costume is superior, her boots are just👌

Just realized that Meliodas was like an older brother/mentor to Gil and now they're brothers in law 😭😭

Also young Elizabeth and Gil are so cute😭 I always forget that they grew up together too

I love Hawk, but I feel like kicking him would just be so satisfying 😔

HOLY SHIT I forgot how badass Ban is when weren't first introduced to him !!

The humming while impaled and bleeding out he really is that girl tm

He's such a masochist. A damn if it isn't kinda hot.

Wow they really introduced Diane's body issues and then almost never bring them up again

Also my plus size Diane headcanon is so real like damn. Body issues girlies are being represented by her fr😔

Ban's slutty waist. That's it. That's the thot.

Also his pre series hair. First season reminding me why I love Ban sm

Lowkey miss the dragon handle sword. The broken blade was so cool:( Lostvayne still cool tho

I think it's so funny how they always wore their armor as holy knights, and yet anytime they wear armor in the present time line, it just immediately cracks off😭

Really anything except pants is going to be blasted off🤪

Okay SO in episode 5, when Ban is about to get his scar from the dragon handle sword, he tells Meliodas "you and me have been hanging together for a lot of years now." This scene takes place 12 years before present (bp). Does this mean Ban and Meliodas were friends before the formation of the Sins? Or was Ban the first after him and Merlin? Ban has been immortal 20 years BP, leaving 8 years in between present and the flashback. 8 years before this scene, Meliodas was still in Danafal/Danfor and would be for another 4 years. What does any of this mean? Idk, just thot it was intriguing lol.

Also how did I not notice this is the first time we see demon!Meliodas !! Baby's first sighting as an unnatural creature with otherworldly rage🥰🥰

Also the fact we never see the scar Gil gave him again lol. Plus him presumably needing to do demon mode so hellfire can heal him is actually rlly cool

Just thought about how Elizabeth laying her hand on his chest to check the scar was the first time in years his love touches him with gentleness or concern🥲🥲

The fact that it took me 6 years to realize that when Meliodas says he'll keep the promise he made to Elizabeth, even if she should die is referencing the promise he made to her originally to break their curses🥲😬😤😭😭😭😭

6'11 Ban thinking that he even had a chance in fitting in Jericho's armor is just so... him

Diane calling Elizabeth kiddo is so fucking cute🥺

Also they definitely get away with a lot more innuendos and swears. The words badass and foreplay in the same episode? Impressive

#tess rambles #rewatch nnt with me #I'll be making this a series and organizing soon #seven deadly sins #7ds #bandit ban #nanatsu no taizai #nnt #ban nnt #meliodas #melizabeth #melban #diane nnt #gilthunder #season 1 #manga #anime #hawk nnt #7ds fanart

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Hi Andie!

I've been on tumblr for a while now (though still a newbie compared to others) and I think you're the most logical, unyielding creator who isn't afraid to speak your mind and be yourself.

In this month alone, 3 of my favourite creators have talked about the discourse on their blogs (hate from other writers, drama, death threats even) and the prospect of archiving/deactivating, 2 of which have already done so. Many creators have also talked about how tumblr is different from before and from what I see, some people on this app can get really petty, hostile, insensitive and straight up delusional. I initially joined this app because of all the fics and thirsts, but knowing the nature of some people here makes me disappointed.

With all this negativity swirling around, I was just wondering, how do you handle any hate you receive?

p.s. can't wait for updates on sitw!

Hello my love! I'm sorry to hear you also feel like the vibes are off!! I think we've all sort of been feeling this way lately, and I know it's all made especially unmanageable by the dark cultural moment we're in. This is supposed to be a fun, safe, collaborative space, and instead many of the writers I know are being plagiarized left and right, receiving totally batshit anons, or going on hiatus because of burn out.

And I appreciate you saying that I speak my mind, because I do on occasion. But honestly barely a fraction of the things I feel make their way onto the dash because I try to keep the vibes fun here. I'm still sort of formulating my own ideas on how I think we as a community can collectively deal with the bad vibes on here, but I think it's a spicier take and I want to take the time to get it right before I say anything, if I say it at all. Because it might not be worth it in the end, and it might just be better to keep trying my best to add fun to the space instead!! But we will see!!

As for how to deal with individual hate, I really do think it's up to the individual what their comfort level is in addressing the things that come their way. For me, there are two types of mean messages I think you can get: people out to take their own issues out on you, and people who express themselves badly but have a genuine question or concern. And to me, I think possibly those messages are worth addressing in separate ways.

For the first type, my main m.o. is basically just to delete and block anything I get. For every anon you have seen me address, there's probably ten times that amount with far meaner messages that I've just blocked, deleted, and then bitched about in the group chat lol. In cases where they've made it obvious they are another writer or at least associated with another writer, I will also go block that writer. I think it's important to protect your individual space from people who don't mean you well, and it's honestly usually not worth giving them your energy. Because their end goal is just to upset you, not to express any sort of genuine concern, and any energy you direct into that is just feeding into what they want. So in my opinion the best way to stop this particular type of anon in their tracks is to just ignore them.

The anons I usually end up addressing publicly are those that I think have phrased things badly but might actually mean to ask a genuine question or express an authentic concern. Those to me are possibly worth the time spent digging into their concerns, although to be honest this can be exhausting as well because people can be extremely caught up in their own feelings and get incredibly nasty. I wish this wasn't such a common method of interaction these days, but it is what it is.

If you can stomach it, I think addressing these sorts of questions can help you learn about things you yourself have done badly (see: that time I utilized common smut phrases to try to clarify an ask and ended up sounding like I was making fun of smut writers :/) or help the anon understand where you are coming from if they feel you're on the opposite side of a particular issue. It doesn't always end positively but it has for me more than once, and I think it's worth it in the interest of fostering a patient and good-faith culture of interaction on your blog. I think it can also help prevent such interactions in the future if people come to understand you are trying to be open and trying your best.

Anyway that's what I think is best done on an individual level. Unfortunately, I think real, wide-spread change is going to have to come from a collective mindset shift but again I'm not ready to address that in full. I don't even know if it's possible because I think a lot of the issues we see in the community are direct results of hyper-competitive, materialistic, individualistic capitalist culture seeping down into the fandom. But I'll think on it more and maybe share my thoughts if I think they're worth it after some careful consideration.

In the meantime I am forcefully beaming you good vibes in hopes that they mitigate some of the crap we've seen on here recently!! I am manifesting a nice, calm, healing weekend for you and everyone who reads this!!!!! ❤️✨🌴

#ask andie

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Run-Away (Obi-Wan X reader)

Requests: Open

Warnings: I’m a little rusty so give me a break lol

Angst lol

Genre: Obi-wan x reader

Summary: After years of spending time with Obi-Wan, He finally decided to confess his feelings toward you, but things don’t go as plan. They dont go as plan at all.

Also this is hella short so bare with me for this lol

You finally finished another mission with Obi-Wan, He really saved your ass this time when you almost fell out of the ship during an unlucky hit to the side of it. As per usual, You and Obi-Wan decided to grab a drink back at his apartment to relax. You always admired Obi-Wan, Specifically they way he dedicated himself to his work. You admired (hell loved) the way he worked with younglings and encouraged them to help each other. It was part of the reason you loved him, he loved being a jedi and he was damn good at it.

“Did you see the way that droid fell like dominos after you pushed one, I’m surprised no one around us laughed!” Obi-Wan says, as he takes another drink from his glass. These late night conversations were frequent after long mission like these, being able to feel the cold air on the balconey may have also helped but you always thought it was Obi-Wan himself that made it better.

“I know! I wish Anakin was there to see it! He would’ve keeled over!” You cover your mouth to hide you smile as you laugh. “But honestly if Anakin was there, we might not of been able to get out in one piece if there was three of us.” Obi-Wan nods as he holds his drink up.

“To somehow surviving another near death experience!” Obi-Wan says, as you both clink your glasses together. Your face curls in disgust as you down the liquor, the burn causing your throat to burn and cough. You rush to the kitchen and turn the faucet on, drinkning out of it. Obi-Wan follows as he laughs sitting leaning against the counter.

“You’re able to fight five men at once but are still unable to handle liquor?” You shut the water off roughly, wiping your mouth. “I’d rather fight ten men at once than have to feel that burning sensation everytime I attempt to get drunk.” He smirks, as his fingers drum on the counter. “Sorry that when I almost experience death I tend to want some of the hard stuff to relax.” You hum in response, adjusting my clothes as I sit on the counter.

“You know, One of these days I’m going to get away from all of this. Take a vacation and bathe in the sun. At least, That’s what I tell myself everytime I think of why I’m doing this.” Obi-Wan’s eyebrow raises, a quizzical look across his face. “Are you saying you want to leave? You don’t want to be a jedi anymore?” You blow air out through your mouth, picking at the counter.

“Maybe I just feel like there’s more to life than almost dying every week, but that’s the type of thing that if I say around the council I’d be put on watch.” Obi-wan sighs as he looks at you. He attempts to speak but cuts himself off.

“So why not leave? You could run away and no one would think a thing, could fake your death and move to a planet where no one would find you.” You snort, looking up from the counter. “And be all alone? I’d rather fight droids every day then never be able to see you again.” He sighs, before leaning over toward you on the counter.

“I’d leave with you, I mean you’re the one who makes these missions survivable and who else would I have take the wheel while I’m piloting and almost have us crash.” You both laugh, bumping shoulders as you lean into each other.

“You could never possibly leave.” You laugh,using a hand to cover your mouth. “You’d miss Anakin too much, He’s like your son, and plus you like it here.” Obi-Wan goes silent for a moment, his breathing increases before he begins to speak.

“Yes, I like Anakin but I love you.” Your face drops as you realise what he says. He clasps his hands together leaning against the counter. “I’d do anything for you. I always have. We would leave the council, if it meant that you and I could be happy. You know that. You’ve always known that.” Your eyes can’t seem to leave the ground as the silence fills the air.

“You love being a jedi, you love the missions, the people, and you love the younglings. You love knowing that you have an impact on the future of the force. I’d never ask you to give that up.” He steps forwards his fingers, wrapping around your arm as he pulls you closer. You don’t seem to realize how close he’s pulled you until you are able to feel his breath on your jawline, sending shivers down your spine.

“So you’re saying you’d force me to give you up? You mean more. I’d give it all up if it meant we’d be safe, together.” Your breath hitches into your throat if that wasn’t enough to stop you from speaking, the lump in your throat sure did.

Silence fills the air as you feel him come closer, you put your hand on his chest to stop him before talking. “I wouldn’t force you to give me up because you won’t have me. I don’t want you to wake up one day and resent me for holding you back.” His voice is a soft whisper when he speaks. “I could never resent you.” More silence fills the air, as Obi-Wan leans in, your lips almost touching as he gazes into your eyes for a response. “You don’t know that.” Your hand lands on his chest, gently pushing him away as you head for the door.

“I think it’s best if we both have some time apart, for your sake. I think you’ve been drinking too much. ” He grinds his teeth as the words leave your mouth. “No matter what’s in my system I will never not be sure about how I feel for you!” His voice is raised at this point, a vein popped in his neck.

“I have to go.” You attempt to leave to find Obi-Wan’s hands cupping your face, his eyes seem conflicted. “Tell me you don’t want me. Tell me that all of those late night on the ship meant nothing. Tell me that everytime you reached for my hand when we were in near-death situations that you just needed support.” Your eyes flicker across his face, your thoughts running a mile- a minute as your unsure what to do, at this point. He lets at a deep breath as his eyes linger on yours until you can finally bring yourself to speak. “I can’t.” His thumb grazes your lips, as they slowly part. “Then stay with me.” You shake your head and take a deep breath.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You grab his wrists and lower them being walking out of the door. Obi-Wan sits there as his arms fold into each other, as he swallows the lump in his throat, downing the drink he left on the counter.

Obi-Wan never did see you tomorrow. In fact, He never saw you again. he spent the whole night attempting to formulate a way to speak to you after that night but he never got the chance. You left that night, stealing a ship in the process and never found again. Time passed without you, Padme and Anakin got married. Anakin turned to the dark side, Anakin died, Padme and Anakin’s children were born. He knew you’d like Leia, She was a like you and he’d have to stop himself from talking about you frequently. You ran away without a trace, without him, but not without his heart.

You were doomed to always stay, his run-away.

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dimiclaudeblaigan · 9 months

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(Part 1) (Part 2)

Part 3 of the insanely long posts where I discuss the messy writing for Edelgard, why it failed her as a character, and how they had every opportunity to write her well but didn't.

This part continues my comparisons from the previous post. The post was already extremely long and I felt that it would be difficult to read it in one sitting if it wasn't broken up (it might even still be lol).

Like before, the Tellius games are used as examples that discuss what went wrong with Houses and how smoothly the story handled itself, versus Houses' push and pull story, particularly regarding Edelgard (as compared to Ashnard and occasionally Micaiah). That is to say, Tellius knew what it wanted to do and succeeded at doing it. Houses on the other hand wanted something and kept holding back.

It's notable how most characters refer negatively to those who joined the Empire, or there's indication that they were forced to do so.

"Deluding" being a very fucking good word used here, and by Ignatz of all people which says a lot on its own, let alone that he's saying it to his best friend. Basically, the general response to fighting characters from the Empire or who joined the Empire willingly is "you made your bed and now you have to lay in it", whether that's killing your friends or regretting your choice, etc.

"If I wish to live" is a very heavy thing to have to say. Lorenz is basically in no better a position than being a hostage at this point.

This is when attacking him with anyone but Byleth, so it's more difficult to say if he's talking to them or referring to himself (i.e. why would you attack the Empire at a time like this because doing so is reckless). Based on the above quote though, it's fair to assume he's referring to himself, indicating he wants to oppose them and plans to, but at the moment he can't.

Similarly, we have this from PoR:

Forced into service for Ilyana.

Implication by Oscar that Daein is a questionable choice. Shinon explains that he can rise to the top with good skill (which he has) and so chose Daein. This reflects Ashnard and Edelgard's "rise to the top" mentality.

Something else worth noting a bit off this particular topic is that Ashnard and Edelgard both refer to their rule as their vision for "the world". However, as far as the residents of Tellius are aware, Tellius is the world because the rest of the world save for their continent was drowned in a flood a long time ago. Edelgard refers to Fodlan, the continent, as "the world" multiple times in both games. Very notably, all main characters on all other routes refer to Fodlan as, well, Fodlan. When they speak of their ideals for its future, they still refer to it as "Fodlan", thus expressing their desire for the future of their continent, but not implying anywhere outside of Fodlan is beneath them (which would be true to Edelgard's character, as she believes all non-Adrestia lands are beneath her, which is literally one of the first things she ever says in Houses depending on your response selection).

Other than that, here we go with more similarities:

This is very reflective of what characters feel toward Edelgard. What Bryce says is also a reflection of CF's ending cards (those of you reading this who are here for this content and not hate reading know what I mean I'm sure, so I won't put in a full list of examples, but for some: censorship, assassinations, watching the citizens, Caspar's JP CF ending (implied to be no better than Miklan's old group), etc.

For the next one, Ashnard's line is basically the concept Houses gives off as a whole and is also even referring to a few times, that history will decide if someone's actions action were just or evil. It depends on the victors, and that's what Ashnard is saying here.

There's also the fact that he's being told, by a former Four Rider no less, that his path is "so incredibly stupid" (in the most polite, knightly way possible even LMAO. Points for Tauroneo for that one). Considering Ashnard and Edelgard have identical goals and motivations across the board (aside from genocide, as Ashnard doesn't care about genociding any race (i.e. Nabateans for Edelgard) and has no desire to) and this is dialogue given directly to Ashnard, who literally does not respond to the actual comments and pivots to something else (which is exactly what Edelgard does throughout all routes in Houses, be it her own or the others), imo it says a whole lot about Edelgard as well and the intentions the writers had for her as a character.

So effectively, Jill's words here are dismissed by her enemy. I don't recall that Edelgard does this quite so directly to people, but she does use words that dodge the comments aimed at her. She makes it a point to let her enemies know that she does not care.

Granted, at least Ashnard is funny about it! Come back some other time I'm busy is a lot funnier than no u.

Adding this in from RD since it holds relevance to the Edelgard portions of this:

This is if you don't recruit Jill and trigger this battle dialogue.

This is an example of desperately trying to defend the actions of someone you care about but can't actually defend. In this case, obviously Micaiah more or less had her hands tied because of the Blood Pact (an actual reason for the fighting that she was against and literally had no choice regarding, i.e. she wasn't "forced to do it because of the status quo" or any other nonsense used to prevent Edelgard from sounding like the villain the devs literally said she is).

Back to Tanith, boy, I wish she could've been in Houses with this line. For the people, Edelgard says? Look around you, naive classmates of hers who followed her because (insert shallow reason here that even Hopes gave more depth toward). Is all this death for the people? Well, according to Edelgard it sure is. It's deaths for the people! She sees a bright, happy future (for herself!) in all this death!

No, I'm not joking. Well, I'm making fun of it. I'm making fun of the fact that the devs actually thought to have this in the game (Houses) and still tried to pivot around her being a full on villain. Edelgard repeats many times that she will kill and sacrifice for her goals (not for the people, but for her own selfish goals like Ashnard. She uses "for the people" as her cover story, but we all know if we're not here to hate read what those CF ending cards really told us).

Point being, "for the people" is the cover up story, and Tanith is saying "this isn't for the people". Fact is, she's right. It's not for the people. In Micaiah's case as per this game, it's because they're being forced by Begnion (the Begnion Empire, mind you, which in both Tellius games has its own extreme problems among its nobility just like Adrestia) via Blood Pact to continue this fight. Tanith isn't stupid. She knows this mess isn't for the people. That's how Micaiah has to phrase it to get people to fight for her and not turn on her, because if they do decide not to fight, that means they aren't capitulating to the Empire's demands and thus the Senate will initiate the Pact. She convinces her allies it's for the people, who they themselves don't even necessarily truly believe it but force themselves to for a friend's sake.

For Edelgard, it's a cover up story, but of course it's not because of a Blood Pact. In her case, it's back to Ashnard. Her story/character/motivations/etc are a mix of Ashnard in Micaiah's part 3 situation. She's basically Ashnard but with people defending her with lines similar to what they say about Micaiah/why she's doing what she's doing. This doesn't mean Edelgard and Micaiah are the same, no - it means that's just what the characters say about Edelgard in her defense.

Also, if there's an Empire in an FE game, it's the villainous territory, plain and simple. As a few examples because I'm not going through every game:

Begnion is a major antagonizing territory in RD, and in PoR there are many things going on behind Sanaki's back because a good chunk of the nobility is corrupt. Even their army is corrupt in RD. Let's not also forget that the mastermind antagonist of the entire Tellius series' plot is the fucking Prime Minister of the Begnion Empire. He's no Duke Aegir (who is, mind you, also a villainous Prime Minister), but the way he manipulated Ashnard the way Thales manipulated Edelgard is eerily similar. Difference being, he actually cared about Sanaki and they had a very positive relationship which was genuinely real and true, but he did admit to lying to her and whatnot. He staged everything, much like how Thales staged everything to cause a continental war (the entire premise of what Ashnard is trying to do). The Begnion Empire is basically run by corrupt nobles and a guy masterminding a continental war, with Sanaki as the figurehead. It's a combination of Adrestia's corrupt nobles and Thales' manipulation, with Edelgard being the manipulated into action Ashnard who always had these ambitions but just needed the spark to begin his war.

In FE4's second half and in FE5, they are fighting, surprise, an Empire that is run by, surprise, a literal cult of shadowy, underground people waiting to take revenge on the bloodlined people. This is the inspiration they took from FE4 during Houses obviously, but that alone should tell you the Empire is meant to be the villainous territory in Houses. Jugdral had been ravaged by the Lopt Sect and the people were, and knew they were, suffering. All this to revive their god, just as the Agarthans were trying to revive their hero Nemesis. Mind you, Loptous is the villain that the bad people are trying to revive, so... that should probably tell you Nemesis ain't that great of a dude. If he's a hero the villains, anyone considering him a hero is also a villain. Edelgard just also believes anything the Agarthans feed her for some reason and parrot all their beliefs and desires despite being a victim of them. Stupid writing choice for her imo, but that's what was decided. Not to say Edelgard is anything like Alvis, boy oh sir no, that's another topic entirely but don't get me started on it. All I will say is that they're nothing alike. Edelgard says the pretty words but doesn't go through with them nor mean them. He says them and he means them, but he was blocked by the Lopt Sect who had the actual control of the Empire. Every blame was laid at his feet, but he had no real power and that was stated directly in the game.

Grado was basically an empire that was corrupt in waiting. No matter how righteous it seemed due to its leaders, as soon as those leaders died/got corrupted, the nasty people came flocking out. That means they were there all along and as soon as they got their chance, they took it. Take a look at the villains you face and how nasty of people they are. Look how bad it became as soon as Fomortiis was truly in charge.

Dolhr is a fucking disaster I ain't even getting into that internal dragon war turned dragon and human mess LOL; just know it's Not A Good Place. Also consider that Lang (a particularly terrible person) betrayed Grust (a perfectly reasonable place turned corrupt due to Dolhr's influence) to join up with them and Lorenz said Not Today, rebelled, and Lang was in charge of ordering Marth to go fend off that rebellion (and threatened Altea to get Marth to agree to fight). Lorenz continued to say Not Today to the point of committing suicide rather than work alongside them or die for them. He held no ill will toward Marth for what Marth had been ordered and essentially threatened to do (for fear of Altea's position in all this). Seeing Lorenz of all people refuse to take part in Grust's Dohlr loving bullshit, Marth also rebelled. Consider that how every time a Leicester noble sides with the Empire, it tends to be the corrupt or morally questionable ones. Like Marth, people were afraid to rebel. Quite ironically (or perhaps intentionally? who knows the devs ain't said), it ends up being Houses!Lorenz who rebels against the Empire in VW and optionally in AM if recruited (or in AM would die as, again, essentially the Empire's hostage). Like Archanea!Lorenz, he was against the Empire, and like Marth, fought with them for a short time out of the force of threat to himself/his lands and people but eventually had enough and turned on them.

So, did the writing skimp out on Edelgard and Adrestia being completely villainous? Yes. Are they supposed to be? Yes, absolutely. Both in writing and by the devs' word, she is the villain. Did they, in the game, fuck that up because she was marriage material? Absolutely! Did they reduce her character to being a love interest who was obsessed with the player character and couldn't win her war without her love interest? Yes, completely!

What I'm saying is that she had potential to be more interesting (re: I love Ashnard and I've said this many many many times and will never stop saying it because he's a great villain and probably my favorite in the entire franchise, which imo should say a lot when I view him and Edelgard on completely ends of the villain spectrum despite them being identical in all the explained ways) and it was ruined by the devs toning her down so that she could be waifu material.

She had potential to be a well written character and great villain like Ashnard is, but it was bogged down both making her an uwu sweet waifu (thus attempting to negate her bad qualities with the uwu behavior) and trying to insist that she was fighting for a good cause (which I suspect is because they wanted to make her marriage material. You don't see us being able to marry Ashnard or, as a female example of a villain, Petrine - who for that matter directly serves Ashnard).

My point in this last section is that FE Empires have been the villains since its goddamn inception, and Adrestia is no stranger to that, but Edelgard herself was written as though, because she's a woman, had to be fetish bait, marriage bait, and a cute girl. If it was a man running her Empire, we'd have the result of... -lists off every male imperial ruler in FE history-.

It's also a huge shame to me that the first time they truly had a woman in charge of the villainous territory, they completely botched it. It could have been awesome to have a good female villain, but they ended up blurring the lines. They ended up reducing her to straight man bait too, what with all her female relationships having women obsess over her (compare to the other wlw relationships, canonically optional or not (ex. Cathmir being a canon ending and Dorogrid not being an ending), which don't feature the women involved treating their partner how the women treat Edelgard). I'm not saying bi or lesbian players can't like her, but that she was seemingly written with straight male players in mind.

Other wlw relationships aren't written the way Edelgard's relationships are written, which is basically nothing but loving up on her most of the time (both male and female characters do this except Ferdinand and Linhardt, the former of which was completely rewritten to be a 180 and yet another of Edelgard's harem in Hopes). This includes Petra, who is a political hostage. She should be questioning Edelgard as to why her territory isn't free yet despite Edelgard being emperor now, or when it will happen. None of this is really touched on, and Petra just decides that she wants to fight and die for Edelgard (including in Hopes, where her feelings about that are even stronger and she literally says in their A support that she knows she's risking her life but actively desires to for Edelgard's sake, even if it means betraying her own people for it). Instead, they ignore all that for the sake of having yet another female obsess over her.

Now, does this mean people are bad for liking the better sides of her that happened as a result of this? No, people can still enjoy the character we ended up getting because of these side steps - the character we ended up with regardless of their intentions. However, I do think it's because of all these side steps that people don't see her as a villain despite every intention of that being there and being present. However, I also think people should understand why she's also hated because of these side steps. For example, why I hate the Edelgard that we ended up getting, but yet I love Ashnard despite all these many comparisons I've made.

It's just a shame that we didn't get to play on the villain's side and have it play out as, very explicitly, that the player character is now also a villain. That we made the choice for our character to be a villain to side with the villain and ultimately take part in villainous actions. It's a game with a story! That kind of thing should be explored! It doesn't make people bad for enjoying a villain's side of the story with that villain not being side stepped as a good person. If we got to play a route Ashnard I would love that! I wouldn't deny that he's the villain just because I'm playing his route though, and that's what CF tried to do - deny that the villain is the villain. It's not "everyone has their reasons" yadda yadda everything and anything is morally gray. That's what they try to push to excuse Edelgard despite her being Female Ashnard in every other regard.

There's a reason it got to the point of the infamous "no u" line - because they were trying to have a story that justified the villain, fell short of it because the not-villain they kept gunning for the idea of was committing villainous behavior/actions, and couldn't actually justify it in a way that sounded reasonable. It ended up coming like she had no excuse for her actions, which, yes, makes sense, because she doesn't have any! She's the villain! But they... tried so hard... to side step it... when they had nothing they could side step it with... and now that line is the local Houses laughing stock... in the woman's own route...

Lastly, there's the aspect of the war dialogue versus playable characters. There are two things:

Most of the recruitable students in CF only say they fight for the Empire because they fight for Byleth - their professor - not Edelgard. The only characters who specifically say they're fighting for Edelgard are the original BE students. The others claim to only be following Byleth's path (or they simply joined after being spared).

In other words, the recruited characters weren't given dialogue to imply they actually care about Edelgard's path and are not even there for her. That gives off the notion that these characters aren't necessarily even in agreement with her. Very few (such as Lysithea if recruited prior to being spared, and Constance) actually fight specifically for the Empire or Edelgard (and Constance's reason is for herself and not Edelgard).

Basically, the writers didn't bother even trying to give the characters motivation to fight for Edelgard's path, and so made many of them - let's face it - ooc in the process. I won't go over details in this post about specific characters being ooc, but if anyone is ever curious and doesn't already know, I could definitely make separate posts for those.

In comparison, RD gives legitimate motivations to the characters you fight against regardless of which side they're fighting on. Zihark is the most iffy, as his motivations to defect from Daein for the Laguz Alliance make more sense, but even he is at least given the introspection of "why am I fighting for this/what am I doing". Any character who was previously playable in PoR has a legitimate motivation to fight for the side they're on, including the possible defector characters where their dialogue makes sense on either side.

Some characters also understand they're fighting people they care about and just won't fight them. Brom and Meg, father and daughter (a huge disaster in CF when it comes to parents fighting their children and absolutely butchering the parent characters' characterization just to somehow make the situation work even though there were better ways of handling that) won't fight each other, just as Zihark will not attack laguz - fitting right into his character. He will attack back against a beorc, but in gameplay will not attack back if attacked by a laguz.

In Houses, they didn't even bother with this and it made a lot of the relationships feel a lot more shallow. For example, Ilyana is only on the side of the Laguz Alliance in part 3, but she can talk to Micaiah - her previous commander in part 1. She attempts to talk Micaiah out of fighting, eventually deciding well okay fine we're both strong against each other's magic so it's not too bad, to her despondently giving up and saying they should forget that conversation ever happened.

On a very similar note, the dialogue in Houses is often very volatile (particularly in the localization) from recruited characters to their former friends.

They gave off the impression that the Empire is right and just, and how dare anyone be against them. The dialogue is handled in a way that makes almost every character angry (with few exceptions, one being Mercedes against Annette) with their old friends. There is very very little of characters being genuinely upset in a sad way that they're fighting their old friends.

When characters in RD know each other and have to fight, it's always respectful and/or sad. The relationships are respected in the writing - individually - and character's didn't have to be tweaked to make their situaton work.

What does this have to do with Edelgard's writing? It's the fact that characters recruited onto CF treat the war they're fighting on the side of to be the correct side in a way that tells the player "you are the good guys". Now why is that a problem? Because the intent was originally to make Edelgard a villain.

Instead of going through with it, they made it so every character you recruit (including characters who spent their entire lives prior to the war living in the lands they are now attacking and helping an aggressor army invade) didn't just become a villain along with the rest of the people on your side. They make them come off as actually justified.

I don't mean just that the characters themselves believe they are personally justified, but that the narrative itself tries to tell you yes, they are actually justified... even though we're trying to also tell you that these are the villains you're with. The narrative itself pushes against itself, framing you as being in the right, and always pushing characters to be sad about fighting Edelgard regardless of her actions.

While Dimitri has the back and forth in the second half of AM about how he feels about fighting her, he's the only character who has a justifiable reason to feel so conflicted. The narrative is always pushing how sad it is that you have to fight her outside of just Dimitri's feelings. They take it a step further in Hopes, when Edelgard basically has a harem of people obsessed with her and praises her for all she does, never telling her when she's gone too far.

Compare this to Micaiah, who Soren claims is seen as a goddess by her followers. She has the love of many people, including playable characters, who openly doubt her and her actions (specifically in part 3) - repeatedly. Micaiah is not a villain and is not written to be. Characters push against her for answers and reasons (including Sothe, who is basically the Hubert to Edelgard), leaving her in awkward positions where all she can say is that she believes in her king, because the truth is, she has no other answer.

Houses' narrative keeps trying to insist that Edelgard is justified and heroic, while constantly having her lie to the other characters/not answer their questions or concerns, ally with the other villains, invade innocent and neutral lands, conscript civilians, admit to sacrificing her own civilians for her own personal selfish goals (so sacrificing random innocent civilians just going about their daily lives who have nothing to do with her), consider all lands not ruled by her to be beneath her, victim blame anyone who fights back against her, and... the list. Goes. On.

As a character she had potential to be a great villain whose side of the story you could actually play, but for whatever reason the writers just... didn't go through with it. Whether it was for marketing, because they didn't really know what they wanted to do ultimately, felt that you shouldn't be able to marry a villain and didn't want to remove the option to marry her, who knows. It just remains that the story went in wildly different directions and ended up with people having different perceptions of Edelgard because of it.

And if anyone says "but you hate Edelgard so of course you would say all this!", I'm gonna respond to them with a picture of Ashnard and that's it. :)

Also, I hate Micaiah (and will admit she's not the villain) and have for many, many years (looong before Edelgard was even a thought in IS' mind)... but Edelgard's existence has lessened that hate somewhat slightly because of how awful her character is. I don't mean that in a love to hate way either - I mean that treating her atrocious behavior and actions as good and heroic is disgusting and abhorrent to me.

There are extremely, extremely, extremely few characters in the entire overall franchise I truly hate with a visceral hate that goes beyond "ugh they're so annoying". Of those characters, most of them are just well written villains and not characters I hate the stories of (Valtome comes to mind, but he's a very unfortunate case of evil queer villain stereotype. May not have actually been an intentional dig at queer people from IS though and may have actually been a harmless whoopsie (especially given how RD has, iirc, the first trans character in the franchise, which the localization sneakily completely cut out from its existence. Nowadays we have Rosado for queer rep, so that points a little bit more to Valtome being a big whoopsie-we-didn't-mean-it-that-way. Lekain also comes to mind, who at least isn't a big oopsie).

So no, I don't just hate Edelgard for the sake of hating her. I hate her because the narrative evidently couldn't handle her, or the fact that she was a female lead and a villain. Considering that, that's why I wanted to make this analysis - to list off the reasons that I find that the writing failed her as a character. That writing is how my feelings came to be what they are.

She wasn't allowed to be her own character and own it. Ashnard was allowed to be his own character and own it. I don't agree with Ashnard and his world would be shit to live in lol. He's an interesting and amazingly handled character though, and I absolutely love him for what he is.

I love Tellius because of how authentic the writing feels. How real, true and emotional it feels. Both its games don't shy away from putting their leads on the spot. It tackles difficult subjects and it handles them spectacularly. Characters are put into certain situations where they react as you would expect them to, thus not manipulating things here and there just to make a situation fit and work that normally shouldn't.

Yes, I am absolutely fucking telling you that Sylvain would never lay a hand on Dimitri, Felix or Ingrid that wasn't a bro hand or a flirt hand. He is their awkward flirting bro and he would not kill them. Thanks Hopes btw for fixing the recruitment issue and making almost none of the Lions able to defect - because they wouldn't based on who they are and instead of staying true to that in Houses, they changed those things just to fit the mechanic of recruitment instead of limiting who you could recruit to make sense with the characters.

Anyway, I think I'm done with this absolutely ridiculously insanely gigantically huge giant analysis that took three massively enormous parts to finish. Hopefully I don't think or anything else to add.

If you made it this far, you are the good shit.

#DCB Comments #If you managed to get through all of this good job lol #I think I just... had a whole lot to say that I'd avoided saying before bc of the fandom #but I think it's something worth looking at since they've clearly successfully written #a character like this before - exactly like this - and did a fantastic job #I felt very differently in Houses than I did with PoR and this is kind of like... a lot of the reasons why #Edelgard Critical #DCB Three Houses Stuff

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Just because I am curious, why do you hate Arl Eamon? Lol

sorry i've been sitting on this for a bit, brain no work, lol

i am also sure others could explain this far more eloquently, and i know others already have, but also i do have a lot of feelings here so… (also i am terrible with tone in text so please know that i do just have a lot of emotions here and am at no point trying to come off as too over the top or aggressive or anything)

but anyway yeah, eamon "i am going to create a child who is so unloved and unwanted" guerrin is definitely not my favorite

i won't lie, i despise isolde far more for the fact she pretty much just hated alistair on sight purely for existing (i still scream every time she does the whole aggressive "what are you doing here" shit to alistair when you first meet her in redcliffe) while eamon was just a negligent pushover, but it still pisses me off to no end that eamon was charged with taking care of this child and then isolde came along as he was just like…nah, i'm good, i choose her, surely there will be no negative consequences to this child's psyche here (and i also find it a bit cringe that he would marry someone with so much disdain towards alistair to begin with; i mean who knows, maybe she hid that part in the beginning, but it very much has the same energy to me as when the kids hate the step-parent and the bio-parent just doesn't seem to care when they should 100% be putting their children first, if that makes any sense? and i get alistair wasn't actually eamon's kid and that it doesn't seem like he really had much choice about taking him in, but then how much of his own disdain was there already and how much more complicit in how isolde treated him is he? at this rate, would it maybe actually have been better if he'd never even tried to "raise" alistair?)

and the way alistair blames himself for the fact that eamon eventually just stopped visiting him in the chantry after they sent him away because he was sad and angry and acted out—which is honestly fair because he was a child who was straightup betrayed by his guardian—like eamon as the adult should be the mature one here, as alistair was, once again, a child… and yeah it was more on isolde as far as we can tell that alistair was just thrown to the wolves chantry to start with (the way "eamon guerrin bashing" was already an ao3 tag but i had to be the one to create an "isolde guerrin bashing" tag for my one alistair/warden fic is still wild to me, lol), but it really just bothers me so much that he met alistair's hurt and not knowing how to handle that hurt with basically just being like "okay i'm not wasting any more time here then bye"

i will also acknowledge there's potentially some fuckery here from bioware's continuity errors—eamon needing to hide his parentage because his existence coming as a result of king maric having cheated on queen rowan being in the da:o codex but then the calling giving us the background that rowan had already passed and fiona didn't want alistair to grow up burdened by the knowledge of his royal blood, which eamon then presumably went ahead and told him anyway since he still knew about it—so who knows how the story could have gone if they'd thought of the events of the calling earlier and if bioware could just be consistent about their own lore, but even with just the way alistair talks about his childhood in da:o alone i spent the game wishing i could end that motherfucker's life

long and short i just think the dude sucks and that alistair deserved better, and it is very much the guerrins' fault he may well never believe that

#the trash makes noise #fthechantry #dragon age #this is an eamon guerrin hate blog

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Blue Innocence I || Bedrock Duo

Characters: Technoblade, Tommyinnit, Wilbur Soot (mentioned), Jack Manifold (allusions to him)

Summary: Every death leaves a legacy behind and his brother was no different from them, along with his journals and music sheets, Techno took upon the task of raising his brother’s adopted child, Tommy.

Tags: Blood, description of battles, monsters, character death, fantasy setting, Big and scary dad with sunshine incarnate son trope, typical cold manwha duke of the north but Techno, a sprinkle of angst, orphaned Tommy, Found Father and Son trope, not beta read we die like eddie munson :P, probably OOC ngl.

Words: 2.5k

Yes this is me coping, I haven't posted in a while and couldn't bring myself to continue my other wattpad creation lol. This might be a series of chapters ngl.

Constructive criticism are welcomed, I want to do better with my writing, other than that, enjoy! :DD

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How many deaths should befall these poor but innocent souls until they’re freed from the eternal punishment that his family should be shouldering alone?

Was it a crime for his kind to defend their lands and honour? It was unreasonable he's aware of that, he knows how heinous and bloody their path has been, but didn’t the humans strike the north first? So how come the dark elves are the only one facing the wrath of the gods?

In the heaps of disfigured bodies and disconnected limbs, Techno stood in the middle of everything with his head hung low and a dark expression on his face as his grip on the handle of the sword tightened, threatening to break under his strength.

The blizzard raged violently yet the falling whites could never cover up the crimson that stained the ground they would soon touch, the same vibrant hue that painted his skin and hair. The liquid warmed his cold skin; Techno had his skin painted with blood in his quarter of a millenia-long lifetime but never did blood feel revolting as it is now.

It's so cruel how his kind has turned into grotesque mobs that operated mindlessly, almost like reanimated corpses and to be honest, Techno would rather have them dead than thoughtless beasts continuously slain by the man supposed to protect them.

The waves of monsters outside the northern wall are unresting as they charge into the fortress. With their growing numbers that attempted to corrupt their country, anger surges in massive quantities to his veins as he watches them attack him without a single hesitation.

How can the gods be this cruel to their own creation?

“Sire?”

A pre-pubescent voice cuts through his thoughts and Techno pulls his sword from a corpse, blood escaping in rapid succession, spilling and staining the snow-covered land in crimson once more. He heard the teen gag from behind him and he couldn’t feel more bad that he was caught in a disturbing situation.

“Did the butler command you here?”

“Yes, he wishes to relay a message to you.” He paused, seemingly hesitant. The silence that followed caught his attention.

What kind of news is there that made this child nervous to tell me?

“Spill boy, the next wave is coming soon.”

After much hesitation, the young teen finally spoke up and never had Techno regretted asking for information. “The young master, Wilbur, has passed on”

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The rampant patters of raindrops on the broad leaves erected on the wet soil, the heavy scent of the ground permeating into the air freely, invading anyone’s nose who stood vulnerable outside felt less offending than usual.

The earth held onto healthy green grass and flowers big and small, contrasting the withering wreath of now grey lilies and sad chrysanthemums whose petals droop from the droplets and age.

The stone of the grave standing upright in the middle of the lot contrasted its surrounding yet fits perfectly amongst the other memorials.

It was funny that even as beings cursed to immortality, Wilbur passed on so easily that he almost thought of him as an imposter. How can a dark elf perish like a dandelion to a weak passing breeze?

“He was a good man, he helped me realise my potential as a tamer rather than a necromancer.”

Techno couldn’t find it in himself to bother listening to the human mage with the semi-bald haircut beside him, his thoughts a hurricane rampaging and destroying everything it touches as his emotions whirled in his chest, constricting around his heart and deliberately crushing it as it lingered.

How could you leave me like this Wilbur?

How can I revive the honor of the dark elves now?

Ignoring the signal the silence he received meant, the man beside him lets out a sigh. “What are you going to do with the boy?”

Upon the death of his brother, his journals filled with his written memories of his adventures with the humans and scrapped lyrics and notes, Wilbur left Techno his last trace of existence, a small boy whose kind blue eyes glimmered with hope and childish innocence that planted a seed of discomfort deep in his guts the first time it glanced up at him a year ago.

That boy, how could he hold that amount of naivety in such a small body? Is he a saint or something closely celestial?

“That is something I’d rather not discuss with a stranger, I’ll take care of the boy as I see fit.”

The man scoffed before looking up at the dark elf, eyebrows knitting as he frowned. “I’m just concerned about Tommy, he doesn’t even know his father’s dead and that he’ll be living with his uncle from now on.”

If Techno was any better dealing with challenges, he would have asked the human for advice but being battle hardened with centuries of experience pressing onto his existence, he stayed silent. He was dubbed with the most atrocious title that frightened every species to submission, blood god that’s what they call him.

A ferocious monster in the battlefield whose sword has been driven through many bodies that if piled up, would put the highest mountain to shame. A demon-incarnate with a terrifying apathy for lives as he slayed everyone that he crosses path with, nonchalance hidden behind a bone mask barely flinching at a passing death or unfortunate events.

“I shall head on my merry way, if you ever need help, I’ll be in the magic tower, it's the least I could lend for Wilbur's sake.”

The mage’s footsteps became a blur in the background like everything else around him, Techno felt slightly relieved as the man departed, leaving him alone with his brother or rather his headstone.

Wilbur’s passing came to him as a shiver that violently wrecked his body before the ache blossomed full in his chest, thorns of roses hugging his heart tight and letting it bleed. Techno, who was in the middle of a fight, froze as the invisible string that connected his life with his twin degraded.

The fresh scar that laid across his nose bridge was the first one he had in so long and he will hold the grudge on his twin for it.

At first, Techno was filled with disbelief and questions. How could a kind cursed by the divinities to immorality die?

From one mouth to another, he found out that the valkyries above were sent down to deliver the mighty gods' punishment and the poor victim happened to be his own blood, the sole remaining member of his family.

Soon enough, anger quickly washed away the denial and grief that flooded and overwhelmed his consciousness.

Wilbur died protecting the measly human kid that was never his own in the first place, a mere orphan he took from a dying friend to fulfil her last will. The man perished trying to pick out the forbidden fruit on the tree of life, the only existing one that guarantees to heal every disease and restore a body to its greatest condition.

Why would you do something so idiotic, brother? How could you throw all reasoning and fetch something us, dwellers of the earth, can never hope to hold nor linger a stare at?

Techno’s hands itched to curl and drive itself to the nearest flesh it can sense, the anger that boiled his very being to his soul rampaging deeply inside of him.

His eyes pierced through the six feet distance between him and the remains of his brother beneath him as he ran through scenarios of digging down and screaming his questions at the empty shell Wilbur used to be, flew around his head along with many others.

“I would trade my life for Tommy, my love for him knows no bounds. If it’s to keep the light in his eyes and the thrum of his heart, everything is possible.”

It was beyond an uncharacteristic action for the man who strategized to ruin a hundred empires built after centuries of hardship from the inside in a day or two, to act rashly; charging straight into the dark in panic like a headless chicken, not a single wit in a pinkie.

Techno could only deduce why his twin did what he did and it all leads back to the boy with the eyes colored with the innocence the clear blue sky held and its brightness.

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Sickly pale skin with limbs so thin that even after putting them all side by side would not outsize Techno’s arm, little body covered in clothes tripled his actual size with his shirt hanging down his frame like a dress, his feet hidden by the puddle of the fabric of his pants.

How can a child claimed to be catered fully by his adoptive father appear twig-like that if a simple breeze blows, he will fall to his hind?

This isn't the Tommy he saw a year ago in that blossoming field under the white willow tree, that one was bright and sweats liquid gold and rainbows but the child sitting in front of him barely resembled the past with his downcast gaze and frail, an inch of muscle covering his bone.

How long was he left in the hands of a neglective human that Wilbur trusted to take care of his son that Tommy was reduced to a stickman?

It's despicable and boils his blood at the sight.

If I tried holding him, he'd probably crumble in pain even at my best attempts to be gentle.

Sadness oozed out of his eyes in droplets as he sniffled, every teardrop trailing down his cheek, the saint-like light that highlighted his blues long gone with the chilly wind of the north.

It striked an enraged emotion in Techno, seeing the child's sadness drip from his eyes like a waterfall somehow makes him want to go on another rampage.

The weight of the child’s tears sharpened and pierced through Techno's conscience like daggers as he sobbed silently by the large window sill, the overwhelming height of the abstract glass making him smaller as he curled close to his legs.

Techno has seen many children in the middle of fire and chaos in all of his years spent destroying kingdoms and towns, sobbing and crying for help to those who lived to hear it; orphaned and helpless in a heap of flame but not once has he mustered the sympathy to aid them, their pleads muted in his ears, he couldn’t muster the pity to aid an orphaned child.

Not until he saw Tommy curled to himself for comfort and warmth in his cold manor.

“Will dad be coming home today?”

His voice heavily expressed his dismay yet held a hint of hope, eyes trained on the wooden statue of a werewolf beside the window, there’s an undeserved irritation that surfaced after hearing the glimmer of positivity in his voice.

After sustaining horrible neglect from his previously assigned caretaker and with his father's sudden departure from his life, Techno couldn’t fathom how the child could retain such an emotion alive.

“Your dad will not—” The boy looked up at him with those eyes that held the night sky’s glittering stars with hope glossing over it, rendering Techno speechless as he held the child’s stare.

Suddenly, Techno is aware of the extreme gloominess that permeates the atmosphere of his house, his senses tenfold sensitive to the child’s every sniff and sharp inhale.

Guilt pricks and poked his heart with a dagger as he continued to bask under the light of the child’s look as he questioned himself:

Is it worth telling the truth in exchange for his sadness?

“Your father will not be joining us for tonight’s dinner nor will he appear in the approaching days.” Because he’s dead.

But Techno couldn’t say that, there was an invisible restriction shackling him from ever uttering any truth to the child who held all the hope in his blue eyes. Wilbur would be livid and stirring in his coffin if he ever sensed his child’s grief and dejected aura; there’s no doubt that he already is.

“Why isn’t he coming home?”

“He’s running away from loan sharks.”

Tommy blanched and Techno mentally facepalmed. The kid must’ve thought of a legit shark with human legs running after his father with its jaw open to show his sharp mawlers gleaming with saliva.

Of course he wouldn’t know what a loan shark is, he’s a mere child what are you saying?!

“Will papa die?!”

“No no no, what I meant is uh…” Techno trails off, for the first time in centuries, he found himself speechless. How do you explain that to a child?!

“I-Is that why papa’s not coming home?”

Techno could only stare at the kid, stunned as he scrambled for words while his mind restarted. His silence only drove the kid off of his seat and ran to him, lithe arms wrapping around his leg as blue eyes glossed over with tears.

“Please save my papa!”

“I-I don’t mean a real shark, they can’t even live without water.” Techno spluttered, surprised the kid approached him even with their almost disturbing size difference. How is he not scared?

“Then what’s following papa?”

Death himself but you don’t know that. “Some angry people but Wilbur’s stronger than most so don’t worry about him.”

A knock cuts their conversation short as his butler, Steven, steps in the room. Posture regal and firm, salt and pepper ponytail lying comfortably on his shoulder, barely hiding the burn scar that stretched from his left shoulder to his high cheekbones.

At the sight of this, Tommy scrambled to hide behind Techno's cape, almost tripping on the pooling fabric as he did so.

"I see that you've met the young master's child."

"Can you assign a maid to bathe him? Is dinner being prepared yet?"

It was faint but Techno felt a tug on his cape, peering down at the child, he found him hiding as much as he could behind the adult. The butler let out a sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

Techno raised an eyebrow at him to which the man ignored as he reached into his pockets to pull out a poorly wrapped candy, most likely a caramel ball since that's the sole delicacy they have in the north.

With the harsh winter and hostile mob tribes surrounding it, their supplies are limited.

"Hello young master, do you like sweets?"

The child didn't speak nor did he move behind the burly man. This time, Techno let out a sigh before he bent down and gingerly picked Tommy up, suppressing most of his strength as he carried him.

Just one squeeze and he'd pop like a balloon.

Unaware of how to properly carry a toddler as he hasn't done such a thing yet in his hundreds years of life, Tommy hangs from Techno's outreached arm, to his butler's disappointment.

"Sire, you're supposed to let him sit on your forearm. You'll hurt him that way."

When the man made no move to change the way he’s holding the child, his butler took initiative by taking the toddler off of his hands and into his arms, handing over the candy as soon as he settled comfortably.

Techno couldn't help but stare at the child, slightly dejected as he saw Tommy nestled and got comfortable with his butler faster than he did to him, it was betrayal at its finest and innocent form; another first one after many years.

It seems like he's gaining many firsts with the boy here.

"I shall take him to the head maid, dinner is already being prepared and I believe Baroness Weald awaits you in the drawing room."

With that, the butler bowed and turned to leave.

#technoblade #mcyt technoblade #bedrock bros #dream smp #mcyt #tommyinnit #tommyinnit fics #technoblade fics #found father and son trope #bedrock bros fics #bedrock duo fics #mcyt fics

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unpopularly-opinionated · 1 year

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I really wish we could go back to the days of actually acknowledging that ghosting is a shitty thing to do, and yeah sometimes maybe it happens, but you feel bad for doing it because you know it’s shitty, instead of this place we’re at now where gays are pretending they’re morally justified because “you don’t own anybody anything”. Like you don’t have to write 500-word essays on why you don’t wanna see someone anymore but a simple fucking “Not interested, sorry” text would do a whole lot better than keeping them waiting for inevitable disappointment.

This isn’t even about me, this is because I saw some shitheel on Twitter unironically post a handwritten letter he received (context is they live in the same building) after going on a date with a guy, expressing clear enjoyment in said-date, and even going as far as to schedule the next date, before ceasing all communications with the guy shortly after. The dude just wanted to know what was up, but instead of handling it like an adult, the dude instead decided to post the letter online being like “omg this dude is psychotic, please call 911 lol”, and then posted some of their private text messages shortly after.

Thankfully, it seemed like most of the responses were of people calling him on his shit instead of taking his side, but quite a few people were taking his side citing: “no response is a response” which while that’s completely devoid of empathy, immature, and just an overall shitty perspective to have, I can at least recognize that sure, unfortunately no response is in fact a response, but the issue here is that the dude actually gave a response AND SAID HE WANTED TO GO ON ANOTHER DATE! So that entire point is fucking irrelevant.

These are the people we’re talking about when we say the gay community is toxic as fuck. Everyone is so mindbogglingly selfish and self-serving. It’s all “me me me” about every god damned thing. I see these people post nonstop about how dating sucks or how everything is always just about sex, but they’re the reason that’s the case! It’s because assholes like them go through men left and right with zero empathy or acknowledgement that the man is actually a fucking human being with a life and feelings. They’re the center of the universe, it’s always about them.

Anyways, TL;DR: Quit being a child and learn to communicate your lack of interest in someone or die alone.

#random rant #gay #lgbt #dating #gay dating #that post ticked me off #like the dude really thought everyone was gonna take his side #it doesn’t even matter if he blocked out the name of the guy who wrote the note #what if that guy sees this post that has quite literally blown the fuck up #if this dude is even remotely on gay twitter then he’s gonna see it #that’s gotta be so fucking hurtful jfc #gays need to be fucking humbled I stg #y’all ain’t shit to the rest of the world #enough of this ‘yOu dOnT oWe aNyBoDy aNyThInG’ bullshit #and this ‘nO rEsPoNsE iS a rEsPoNsE’ nonsense too #and don’t even give me the whole ‘I was too busy’ or what the fuck ever excuse like this dude tried to give #that shit doesn’t work anymore #we know you gotta smartphone #we know you got swipe #it takes 5 fucking seconds to send a three word text #and since you obviously don’t give a shit about them anyways it’s not like you gotta spend the time to mull it over #just send three fucking words and that’s it #not interested sorry #not rocket science

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the-sappho-of-lesbos · 2 years

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Are you living with your parents? If yes, is there any possibility for you to move out? It does wonders to get space between you and your parents, even if they are not directly abusive or something. Of course it doesn't heal or change everything but it does more than you probably think. Parents also give a sense of security (financially or otherwise) but it holds us back in our healing process. I was able to move out in my early 20s because of my therapists, psychiatrist and some disability support thing from our gouvernment. My therapist wrote something about how I must move out or else I wouldnt be able to work someday because I wasnt able to get back on my feet in that environment. I got the information about that possibility from a street worker (social service who work with homeless kids and teenagers in my area. I wasnt homeless and i wasnt actively abused). I live on the other side of the world but maybe something like that is possible for you too? Could you ask somewhere? There are sometimes therapeutic or social services that can give advice or point you in the right direction.

I fear the progress you make will be slow or not happen at all if you are still so close with your parents. If you dont live with them, still be careful of getting healthy space between yourself and them. Of course dont break the ties or anything, just being careful.

I hope this didnt come off as rude but I cant help but see certain patterns in what you write. You are a bit stuck, yes. But I dont think its entirely because of yourself but also because of circumstance. And maybe the circumstances can be altered a little bit.

Wishing you the best, whatever happens!

That’s so amazing anon!! I’m so happy for you 💕💕💕 That’s awesome that you were able to get the support and resources you needed to move out and that it helped you. I know that must have been a big change so I’m really proud of you for taking the plunge 💕💕

And I do still live with my parents. Honestly at this point I don’t even know if my reasons for staying are valid or if I’m just making excuses because I’m scared lol.

I do know one major factor is just the cost of living in Australia , and especially where I live, is pretty big at the moment. I don’t live in a major city but the cost of houses and renting here is very similar to some cities in this country, and I don’t know if I’m really ready to move to a cheaper area yet. Since all of my doctors and stuff are here.

I also just have mixed feelings about leaving my parents and my brother. My brother is only 13 and my mum’s MS isn’t getting any better. I don’t want him to have to be the one to look after her. Because I had to do that when I was a teenager - I want him to experience his youth. Not to mention my mum and dad are always at each other’s throats and fighting and my dad at least 2 times a year will have a mini breakdown of sorts that’s always stressful. I don’t want my brother to have to be around all that alone. That’s a lot got a young boy to handle and I don’t want him to go through what I did when I was younger. I’m also used to being the mediator between my parents so it helps to leave him out of it.

And also just helping my mum with my brother. He’s got mental health issues himself and he’s just going through a bit of a rebellious teenager phase and I don’t know how to say this without sounding arrogant but he tends to talk to me about and open up to me a bit more then here. And she’s not always the best at understanding mental health issues. It took lots of pushing on my part to get her to sign him up for therapy. And even now we are still on the waiting list. Not to mention she can’t really drive so if he needs someone with him at his appointment she can’t go with him. But if I’m here I can catch the bus with him.

And I worry about my DSP money not being enough to cover everything. I think maybe that’s part of the reason I have issues with spending my money so much. I think in the back of my head I know there is going to come a time when I don’t have any left over money so I’m getting as many things as I can now before that happens. I mean there are obviously other stupid reasons I do it as well but I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately lololol.

So yeah. I very well could just be making a bunch of excuses at this point , because it is daunting. But I also know it has to happen one day. And I want it to happen to. I want to enter that part of adulthood and have my own space that’s just mine. I think that would be so wonderful. I guess it might just take me a little longer to get there.

Thank you so much for popping in and giving me such lovely advice and support, it means a lot!! I hope you have a wonderful and beautiful day 💖💕💕

#asks #anon #answered

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rjalker · 2 years

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You know what? I'm not even mad. I'm just going to assume this person is being overly defensive because they've been dealing with Adrien and Lila stans and seeing the shit they say.

Here's the link to the fic, which this person has completely misunderstood.

Here's the link to part 2

Here's the link to part 3

Anonymous said:

Alright. I get what you were going for here. And before I say anything, your writing and the way you do descriptions and how the characters speak is incredible, really talented work. However, if this fic was a soup, it'd taste like the ocean.

Marinette is a horrible character, that's true. But Alya clearly isn't a saint either and Adrien is almost as bad with his obsession.

Basically, the way relationships and crushes are handled in this show is garbage.

But the way you portrayed Lila, who we as the audience knows is a pathological liar, makes her seem like you either love her and believe she hasn't done anything wrong or wrote this before her characterization took a nose dive. Not to mention it was shown within the episode of Marinette actually exposing her lies or them being shown fake. (i.e. throwing the napkin or when her disability suddenly went away when Adrien was moved to the back).

The show insults Alya's intelligence too often, but with the way you write her I cannot seriously believe you do as well. Ignoring all of Alya's (and nearly every other girl classmates) encouragement of Marinette's constant toxic behavior and the fact that Adrien is shown as uncomfortable around any girl whose shown explicit romantic interest in him, save for Kagami.

It really seems like you only wrote this for two reasons: 1. That you love Elder Scrolls

and

2. Hate Marinette.

If that's the case then by all means, vent away at how this child should have her superhero status revoked and end her days cold and alone.

But don't act like every other character is marginally better; because only a handful are, and neither Adrien nor Lila are one of those characters.

You're still an amazing writer so continue to hone your skills.

Like. I literally did not "portray" Lila or Adrien as anything. They are literally not in the fic at all.

IDK, maybe they're extra defensive beause 90% of the Marinette "salters" in this fandom are just straight up racist misogynists who will defend Adrien to their dying breaths, but IDK how to tell you people this, but rightfully criticizing Marinette does not mean I think Lila hasn't done anything wrong or Adrien's perfect or Alya's never done anything wrong (though it should be noted this fic was written in August 2020, lol).

Like. Oh my gods people. Criticizing one character does not mean I stan the other characters who literally aren't even in the fic.

How the hell do you come away from this thinking I have no problem with Adrien's behavior when I literally went out of my way to have it be a Known Fucking Fact that Marinette doesn't like being touched without permission and literally screamed in fear one time when Adrien came up behind her and touched her shoulder without warning??? Alya doesn't even have half the information going on in this series, and she notices that her friend has a problem with being touched without permission.

Anon, how about -- and I suggest this kindly -- stop interacting with Adrien stans, literally just block them on sight, wait like two weeks so you can chill out, and then come back and read this fic again when you're no longer instinctively defensive whenever someone criticizes Marinette because anytime an Adrien stan does it it's because they're being racist misogynists.

I promise you, I do not want Marinette to stop being a superhero, I do not want her to be "cold and alone" and miserable for the rest of her life. I promise you, it's possible to criticize this character without being a racist misogynist who is wishing death and worse upon her.

This fic is not about these characters being "horrible characters". This is not meta. This is about their interactions and relationships as they appear in-universe, with no omniscient audience POV.

It's just Alya, with all the facts she has at hand. Alya does not even half half the information Marinette does, and we as the audience have even more information than Marinette does!

The point of this fic is not to say "Oh Alya's perfect and has never done anything wrong, Adrien's also great and awesome and Lila's just a victim". The point of this fic is that from Alya's point of view, she has no reason to trust Marinette or take her word for it that Lila's a liar.

The point of this fic is that no matter what Lila's done, what Adrien as Chat Noir has done, that still doesn't justify the way Marinette acted towards Lila before she even met her or knew she was lying about things, and Marinette following Adrien around trying to sabatogue his relationships is not okay, no matter what other horrific shit Adrien does to her as Chat Noir.

The entire point of this fic is that Marinette is not perfect and needs to be called out, and, especially from Alya's perspective, with the little knowledge she is allowed to have (Because literally everyone, including Marinette, is lying to her!), Marinette's behavior looks like it is 100% motivated by jealously and posessiveness.

I literally did not "portray" Lila or Adrien at all. They are not in the fic. I cannot "portray" a character that is literally not in the story. What you read is Alya's perspective on them, and it is a limited perspective beacuse, again, literally everyone including her best friend is lying to her. It is not Alya's fault she doesn't have all the information when everyone, Marinette explicitly included--which is literally the whole point of conflict in this fic!--refuses to tell her the truth.

Block Adrien stans and other misogynists on sight. Block people who victim blame Marinette and say she deserves to be bullied by Lila.

Give it two weeks.

And then come back and read this fic again when you're no longer instinctively defensive because you've been trained to equate "someone criticizing Marinette" with "someone being unconscionably racist and misogynistic".

Like.

If that's the case then by all means, vent away at how this child should have her superhero status revoked and end her days cold and alone.

I don't know how you read this fic and came away thinking I want this child to "spend her days cold and alone" and revoke her superhero status, but I recommend you re-read it when you're no longer constantly facing the fresh hell that is Adrien stans, because that is not at all what this fic is saying. Even remotely. At all.

#Replies #to anons on another site lol since it doesn't let me reply to annoymous comments

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