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dozyrogue · 4 months

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Ok im still thinking of the philza and tubbo fight cuz it reminds me of the marvel fandom when talking about the ending of cilvil war

Bucky killed tonys parents and tony tried to kill him, some where mad at tony cuz he tried to kill bucky but bucky was a victim. Others agreed but still pointed out that he still killed people. It goes into more details but I don't wanna do that

Philza says that we should help him cuz hes a friend and we should help each other, cuz hes a victim an doesn't have a choice. Lock him up and find a cure like last time. And yeah that's phil to a T, phil would travel to hell and back to protect his freinds. And he knows he has friend's who would do the same for him. Man's disappears and the island panics. Bolas would flock around their leader to protect him from the other teams

There's also the added fact that it does take a bit to earn philza's trust and forever has that trust. So to him he sees forever is clearly not himself and he knows how MUCH HE LOVES Tallulah and would never ever purposely hurt her. So something's wrong with forever obviously. And of COURSE he wants to help out forever back together again.

Like when he told tubbo we help forever and then said he would expect tubbo to help phil if he was ever in this position shows so much about phils character to me. Like u help each other so hearing someone u trust doing something as quick as killing him would freak me out lol.

Then theres my sweet traumatized tubbo, he can trust so easily but take his trust away just as easily, his self estime is so low that he expects everyone to be against him. then it was evern worse after purgatory 1 and fred things keep getting worse. And worse of all hes kidnapped from the island most people didn't know he was taken and was forced to leave his kid. In purgatory 2 mans finally had his targaryan moment and took them all down with him.

Then hes back and hears that forever suddenly is different...again. corralled all the kids into following him and that he hurt Tallulah and tried to kill chayanne. Sent ramon into a panic to the point man's PUT ON HIS ARMOR. he himself believes that the island would turn on him immediately if he did something wrong. So if course he would think the same if someone lost it AND HURT THE CHILDREN. he went into purgatory with the only thought of helping the children, and questioning why the other islanders forgot that the point of this. He even said himself that he would choose his godchildren anyway over fred. NoW HIS DAUGHTER IS IN THE MIX. AND ITS NOT EVEN THE FEDS GOING AFTER THE KIDS ITS ONE OF THEIR OWN.

So of course!!! To tubbo the only choice for forever is to kill him so he himself doesn't hurt the eggs again. For any of the islanders the idea of hurting the children even if they were the victim would probably ruin him.

I agree with both yes we should help forever but i agree with tubbo a bit more if forever is so possessed with whatever that hes going after the children???? Kill him, jail prison, lock him away.

And phil expecting for tubbo to help him if he was ever in the same position but tubbo made a promise to care for his godchildren if phil was ever in a place were he couldnt tubbo would fucking kill him.

Idk I really liked the fight shows the difference between the characters and specifically how tubbo changed as a character.

I probably have more thoughts on this but this is it??? Me thinks??

#qsmp tubbo #tubbo #qsmp philza #qsmp sunny #qsmp tallulah #qsmp chayanne #i feel like im saying a lot and its just words im so sorry #i cant sleeeeeep

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innerunderrain · 2 years

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Paladin [Yan! Knight.Childe x Princess! Fem.Reader]

Paladin: a determined advocate or defender of a noble cause

Warnings/tags: Yandere themes, infantilizing behavior, mentions of slight gore and minor characters deaths, war and battles, implied physical and mental abuse, implied neglectful family, beliefs on God, non-consensual touching, apathy, implied non-con towards the end, forced marriage, mass genocide, slightly longer story than usual.

Word count: 2k+

Minors DNI

Part 2 [NSFW]

Childe was far from a hero.

How could he be hailed as a hero when he was a key contributor in destroying the prosperity of an insignificant nation that had never disrespected the Tsaritsa nor any of their pledges to Snezhnaya? It wasn't his place to dispute commands given by greater authority; he simply did what he was ordered, seeing no issue with the notion considering that it would help him further enhance his combat experience and learn of new worthy opponents. In fact, he was rather overjoyed to have been given the opportunity to serve as a sword in the Tsaritsa's army!

Although, the battle ended quickly, with Tsaritsa troops massacring the majority of the village's residents and vassals, with not a single domicile remaining due to the smoldering inferno that devoured the town, producing large fumes to swirl into the sunken sky. The scenery reminded Childe of the illustration of the underworld the Church would often display to the young children, in an attempt at manipulating them into a devoted believer.

Childe proceeded towards the palace's grand hall, whistling a nursery tune that Teucer had regularly loved to recite, wiping the metallic liquid off his face with the cuff of his black coat, wondering if the blood could somehow be washed off. It was crucial to ensure that every member of the royal family were to be executed, considering Capitano had earlier commanded him to apprehend and slaughter any individual who was still present within the palace. Childe nearly felt bad because, from his recollection, none of the royal family were particularly competent fighters, they couldn't even regulate their elemental abilities. Perhaps the Tsaritsa had a point when she had decided to eliminate this good-for-nothing nation. While it was depressing, what else could he do about it?

He threw open the entrance to the council chamber anticipating to see a considerable number of Royals huddling together at the rear of the room with a fearful expression upon their pitiful faces, ready to hear their pleas of wanting to live.

But the room was empty.

Childe held his breath while the eerie silence persisted, listening for any ruckus in the hopes of overhearing someone gasping for air, quietly mumbling a way to escape.

Nothing.

It's just fantastic. Capitano will not be delighted with him when he discovers that all these pesky nobles seemed to have fled, betraying their people and leaving them to die within the scorching flames. Childe turned away in a huff, preparing to leave the room, disheartened but also expecting a brilliant lecture from his idol once he receives the chance to file a report. The sound of soft yet frantic footsteps awakened his excitement, whilst did a flash of white from the edges of his vision and a loud whoosh. Which prompted him to take a quick step back, avoiding being injured by a small knife that was held by a pair of gloved hands, rather small hands in fact.

Childe charged forward, shoving the perpetrator to the ground, a high pitched howl escaping their lips as his knee prodded into their back.

"Oh? A soldier?"

He whistled before noticing the white gown that complemented your figure, the hair accessories that scrunched up the majority of your hair, and the white satin gloves that encased your flimsy fingers.

"No - a Princess?"

You didn't say anything but looked at him as you squirmed all over the ground beneath his knee, trying in vain to get the man to loosen his grip on you. Childe merely stood still, savoring your facial landmarks and appraising how charming you appeared whilst under his grip, seemingly pleased at the way that ungodly fear began to form within the pit of your eyes. How cute, if rabbits were capable of personifying themselves, he was sure that you would be the perfect epitome of those little things.

Childe briefly releases his firm grip on you before lowering himself to your level to grab your face harshly to examine your expression. Really pretty, indeed. You were quite fitting for your title of _'Princess,' _Childe mused.

"Where are you taking me?"

You questioned, your voice apprehensive, as Childe encouraged you to stand, his hand nudging your left arm forward, dragging you along as he leapt out into the hall. A warm liquid seeped into your worn-out shoes, and you grimaced as you realised it was indeed blood. A substantial amount of blood coated the floor, and you nearly threw up when you noticed the gory carcasses of troops strewn throughout the walls, their eyes rolled into the back of their head, not a single life seemingly spared within the blood massacre.

Childe merely gave you a fleeting glance before responding, his tone sounding strikingly chipper despite the horrifying spectacle that was unfolding out right in front of you two, prompting your suspicion to be more evident towards the old man.

"I believe you'll be accompanying me, Princess."

The Tsaritsa promised that she would grant Childe any request, having allowed him to partake in the combat with the other harbingers. Childe honestly didn't know what to wish for before commencing the fight as, apart from that motivation to fight, which again is simply his own little private ambition, he pretty much had everything he sought. Although, The Tsaritsa remarked that after partaking in the mission, his attitude seems to have changed.

His request was a clear one—he requested for the revered Princess of the exiled nation to be brought in hand for marriage. The Tsaritsa seemed rather reluctant at first, before agreeing with a sigh and stating that he must not further tarnish the reputation of Snezhnaya since she's already allowing him to marry a Princess from a traitor's land.

You were kept alive as the other members of your family were rapidly arrested by Capitano and his men and then executed in front of the whole Snezhnaya's community. While you were pardoned, the Fatuis only tossed you into a chilly, gloomy dungeon that mirrored the country you were once compelled to live in. You scoffed at the irony, huddling in the corner of the dark cell as you attempted to run your hands together to produce just any sort of heat that seemed rather useless.

But one day, you found yourself suddenly free.

No one told you anything; rather simply escorted you to a lavish chamber that was considerably exquisite than your previous bedroom at the palace. You are coerced into taking a bath by the Snezhnaya's maid, who oil your locks with a rose-scented shampoo and powdered your face to the finest quality. Every time you would questioned them what was going on, they would just look at you for a brief moment before continuing to dress you in a gown that unnervingly copied the wedding gown that your older sister wore to her ceremony. The gown was simply breathtaking, embraced your midriff, draped past your calves, and was embroidered with precious diamonds that probably coated more than your entire closet at your old residence.

But it was not until later, when you were being taken by an elderly man who had a noise that resembled something of a beak, down a corridor lined with lavender flowers and various decorations, that made you think that you were being wedded off. The corridor was lined with beautiful lavenders, and each side of the walkway showcasing a herd of people who stood with bright smiles while clapping their hands.

The man who had earlier accompanied you with departing the palace and entering Snezhnaya was standing beneath the ceremonial arch, dressed in a white suit, and beaming tenderly towards you. His face displayed an almost bashful expression, contrary to the cold expression he previously showed you while the both of you had to march over the pile of corpses within the old palace.

You were obviously livid.

The elderly man averted your eyes as you shifted to look at him, pleading with him to loosen the solid grip he had around your fingers. He appeared to be fully conscious of the absurdity of the situation, yet, he chose to do nothing about it. You were given into the care of the red haired man, who carefully took your hand and positioned you directly in front of him with a Priest waiting next to the two of you.

"Will you have [First Name] [Last Name] to be your wife? Will you love her, comfort and keep her, and forsaking all others remain true to her, as long as you both shall live?"

Childe's clamp on your hand tightened as he cracked a smile before responding to the Priest.

"I will."

Despite your obvious distress, the Priest did not spare you even a single glance as he seemed satisfied with his utterances and seemed oblivious of the forced marriage he was about to sanction.

"Do you_ [First Name]_ ensure to keep the same promises? Will you be more than willing to have Ajax be your husband?"

As you struggled to find the right tone of protest, your lips parted, and tears threatening to tumble from your eyes. This man, or Ajax, appeared to have taken a notice on the way your brows scrunched up, as if you were attempting to control your oncoming sobs, and the way your eyes appeared glossy underneath the cathedral lights. He squeezed your hand even tighter, and you nearly jumped in surprise, peering up at the man only to see him merely smiled before mouthing, 'I will,' trying to encourage you to respond to the Priest's words.

Shit, what choice did you even have?

You only stammer an 'I will' with a quivering lip, enabling the crowd to erupt in a loud, joyful cheer as Ajax draws you in close and presses his lips against yours. In front of what you assumed to be his family, his kiss was sloppy and stifling, as if he was attempting to devour you alive. You couldn't help but long to drop dead as he pulled away while smiling broadly.

In spite of the obvious laughter within the background, the redhead man leans in and whispers into your ear.

"I can't wait for tonight."

You were horrified as you stared at him, your blood running cold, feeling helpless despite being surrounded by so many people.

The wedding had no reception or after-party, and the crowd dissipated as quickly as it formed, resulting in you being shortly separated from Ajax. A young maid escorted you to your room, chanting something akin to encouragement, as if she was overjoyed by your mishaps despite you knowing that she probably didn't know the overall story behind your life, you still felt rather angry. You wanted to scream and pull at her face as she gushed about how fortunate you were to have a Fatui Harbinger for a husband, helping you in slipping into a significantly shorter gown than your wedding dress, which almost resembled a lingerie.

You were now sitting on a king-size bed, tweaking the edge of your red dress as you tried to make sense of all that had happened today. If God even existed at this time, he seemed to enjoy compounding your suffering. The torture from your family came first, and now you had to get married to a man you don't even know. You question whether God is even the kind and forgiving deity that people have claimed him to be; after all, if he were, why would he forsake you in this situation? Yes, you've daydreamed of marrying a righteous hero a lot ever since you were a child. Your wedding would have been surrounded by pigeons and beautiful white roses, with your younger sister having to walk along the aisle while attempting to throw flower petals at your family. But now it all seems like a hopeless dream that you will never be able to comprehend. Not when you've lost your family, kingdom, people, and now even your dignity.

What more does God want from you?

Your train of thought was abruptly interrupted by the sound of the bedroom door opening and Ajax entering clothed in plain black pants and a loose collared shirt that displayed half of his shoulders, his hair seemingly still wet from taking a bath earlier.

"Look at you, you're already fully dressed for me."

He chuckled, stalking steadily towards your figure as you limped away from him, only for him grasp your ankle and drag you towards him. You shrieked, your arms failing you in a pitiful attempt at protecting yourself, merely clawing his arms. Your efforts appeared to amuse Childe even more, as he came out laughing, his voice echoing through out room.

Childe didn't mind, he liked the thrill of the battle. You can cry and scratch at him while you flail around like a determined kitten all you want; it just adds to his pleasure, and because he will be victorious in the end no matter what.

"[First Name]."

Although he made an effort to cool you down, your resentment never seemed to be soothed as you placed your hand on Childe's chest in an attempt to push him away.

"Don't speak to me!"

You yelled, slapping his arm and turning to look at the other side of the mattress.

"Oh come on, don't be like that."

He groaned as he tightened his grip around your waist, pulling you into his chest, and pressing himself against your back. You felt his fingertips gradually ride up the dress to your hip, slipping to stroke your thigh, exposing your delicate skin of your legs to the cold, a shudder ran up and down your spine.

"You!"

His other arm was still tightly coiled around your body, and he simply grinned at your pathetic reaction while placing one hand on your naked waist. He inhaled your fragrance profoundly while snuggling his face against the crook of your neck and feeling you become stiff.

"What's the matter, [First Name]? I'm simply carrying out my responsibilities as a husband. No need to be shy."

"Don't you dare use the excuse of being my husband as a reason to violate me."

You sneered, doing your best to restrain yourself from twisting in his grip and lambasting him with derogatory words.

"Although we may be wed by some unfortunate contract, my feelings for you will never be the same."

Upon hearing your words, he merely grinned.

"Considering that you have never known lasting love, my Princess, how can you already be so harsh to me? Your family did not treat you kindly, as far as I'm aware."

Childe rolls you onto your back, locking both of your wrists with one hand while sporting a sarcastic smirk on his lips, without exhibiting the slightest sign of effort. He positioned one knee between your legs and methodically rubbed on your clothed cunt, causing you to exhale uncontrollably.

"I may not be a hero that you've dreamt of, but I'm definitely determined strong-willed enough to seek out for what is mine."

He replied as he watched you pray to him to stop, uncovering your collar and lowering the straps of your dress down your shoulder. Leaning down, he placed an open mouth kiss on top of your collar, soaking the way you flinched under his lips.

"I'm certain that tonight I'll demonstrate to you both my devotion to you and what it's like to serve as a Snezhnayan Knight."

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