Renee

Okay so if you’ve seen this, it’s just slight edits and broken down into proper scenes. I’ll specify if it’s smth new and link the og. But yeah giving Ragno and oc family because I’m a young ho

“He’s up to something, but I don’t know what just yet.” Ssyelle said, pacing in their renovated clubhouse.

She was stressed enough with having to clean up and remodel the entire island, worrying about Ragno was not something she could afford to do.

Key sat precariously on a branch that had grown through a window, crowding the seating area. He looked towards the land of Mestras beneath him as he tossed a ball between his hands.

“Yeah, but he hasn’t done anything! What happened to benefit of the doubt?” Key said carelessly, catching the ball and looking towards Ssyelle. He shrugged as she glanced at him, the look in her eyes slightly crazed. “Hey, who knows, maybe he turned-“

“-Turned a corner, yeah. Remember last time? Or was almost falling to your death not enough?” Ssyelle hissed out, both surprised and exasperated at the young boy’s words. It was asinine to her that he could be so naive after all that the dragon striker had done.

“I’m worried Key,” she said sighing.

“We can’t always be there for you, no matter how much we want to.” She said placatingly, to Key who had his brow furrowed in contemplation.

“We have so much to do, training, cleaning the clubhouse, we need to prepare for our next game, you need to master your tama.” By the end of her mini rant, the orange haired goal keeper was running out of breath, looking more and more frazzled as she considered all they had to do.

“We don’t have time for sabotage.”

“Heh, time.” Key said jovially, finding humor in the unknown time pun.

When Ssyelle immediately rounded on the pink-haired juvenile with a glare, he shut up, miming zipping his mouth and throwing away the key.

He immediately broke his silence

“Okay, I see what you mean.” Key added, seeming to finally grasp how serious Ssyelle was with her worries.

While she didn’t want to assume the worst, their blond upperclassmen didn’t seem to have the best track record when it came to his underclassmen.

The Knights specifically.

Well—more so Key, but her point still stands. She was elated to hear Key’s agreement, but the orange-haired girl’s hope was quickly crushed by his next words.

“But, we’ll just handle it like we always do.” He said, punching his palm with his fist, sparking his tama a little bit.

She slapped her face, dragging her palm down, as the pink-haired boy completely missed the point of their conversation, despite his earlier agreement.

She ignored his useless flailing, as he tried to put out the minor fire he had started on his sleeves.

Milo speaking up snapped Ssyelle out of her contemplation of their friend’s intelligence.

“Aren’t you going to help him?” He said hesitantly, having already moved most of Ameline’s books away from the boy as he was thrashing around, only allowing more oxygen to the fire.

She spun quickly on her heel, slapping down on the fire with a newly gloved palm. She hissed, as the fire burned her lightly. “Don’t go around starting a fire in the clubhouse. We just fixed it.”

Key rubbed the back of his neck, charred sleeve rolling up his bicep, smiling sheepishly. He began to speak but stopped as she continued, seeming even more panicked with the blasé attitude.

“You’re not getting it! Just because we’re not playing him doesn’t mean that he can’t target us. What if his goal is to harm you before the next game and you can’t play. We’re a five-person team. We can’t afford to be down a person, especially not one of our strikers. Even if you’re not good enough now-”

The girl ignored the small protest of “hey!” The boy pouted as Milo tried to comfort him and continued on with her tirade.

“You’re supposed to be training.” Odward cut her off, having walked into her room.

“I know! But I’m worried about Ragno!” She said, throwing her hands out towards her side, as though inviting Odward to agree with her.

“And why would you be worried about our opponent?” He questioned, spinning around a chair to sit, leaning back and crossing his legs.

Ssyelle’s hands went down to her sides, as she stared, aghast at Odward’s conclusion. “What?!? No? Why would I care about him? I mean in regards to Key! What if he’s planning something? We can’t risk it.”

“And what are you gonna do about it? Spy on him?” He scoffed, setting down his chair, uncrossing his legs to cross his arms over their chest, still slouched in his chair. “All we can do is train hard enough to make sure we don’t lose.”

As Odward continued speaking, Ssyelle totally tuned him out.

Spy, if they spied on him not only could they stop him from planning something, but maybe they’d learn something new about his tama. . A fire lit in her eyes, and as she turned to face Key, she saw him grinning as well. Nodding to each other, Key grabbed Milo, ignoring his startled yelp, and before Ssyelle could try to drag Ameline along, she was already standing by the door. They booked it out the room, hoping to make it out before Odward would try to stop them.

Odward looked up, expecting to see the determined faces of his teammates, and was resigned, when he saw the empty room staring at him instead.

He sighed as he gave chase, knowing they’d do something stupid, troublesome, dangerous or all the above, especially if Key was there.

How did he even manage to get into so many fights, Odward rid that thought from his head. As long as he wasn’t part of it, it’s not his problem.

Plus, it wasn’t like he cared for them, he just needed a team to play, and he couldn’t do that if they were hurt or in trouble. And he didn’t care, not one bit. He was just worried. If they did something stupid they’d ruin his reputation as well. That was all.

…

He increased his pace as he continued to chase his team down the spiraling staircase.

My home and lock screen cuz I’m an Ivanluka die hard

Okay. So, obviously, the orphanage is a very religious-inspired thing, especially when you consider that Fyodor believes in God. So, there's clearly, like, religious context in BSD. I just think they don't do enough with his backstory, considering they showed us there was, like, religious subtext to it. And so, I think, like, hear me out. He's always been a little bit of an oddball, but even if you have a challenging relationship, 18 years of undivided faith from your only father figure will leave you with some impressions. Like, even if you don't want to, you will be impressed. As someone who was raised in a Christian household, you will be impressed.

So imagine whenever he gets nervous he just says the Apostle’s Creed or some shit

So yeah, Agnostic! Atsushi/ Religious! Atsushi

(my certifications are beyond just personal, do not fear. This is not anything to slander Christianity or Catholicism. This is simply my take on a character using the knowledge I have gained about world religions, and psychology.)

REF DO SOMETHING 😭😭😭😭

(Yes I posted this pic before what about it 🫤)

Diluc’s home is invaded by a fatui guard, they thought he’d be easy pickings for the Knight’s of Favonius info considering he retired a while ago. Whether it was being a diplomat or simply not believing it, he forgot there’s a reason as to why Diluc is BANNED in Schneznya. The fight was easy, but rage is not. Diluc essentially blew up most of his house, and unfortunately for him, it’s a family home, so there’s not any GOOD standing blueprints. (Devastating considering it’s his childhood home) Kaeya tries to be helpful and offers him the information of an architect, who’s great at replicating and creating designs. He’s good at capturing descriptions and wouldn’t mind experiencing different architecture.

Kaveh gets the offer and is a little hesitant, but as Alhaitham starts going on with how late he is for rent he says fuck it and decides it’d be worth it. Especially with all the things in his favor. He goes

Part 1

Moral Dilemma

As Vel caught up to Ragno, they didn’t say anything. Instead they opted for walking alongside him, simply a comforting presence.

Ragno resisted the urge to lean into her side, as they walked towards a small lake, with a few koi fish circling each other.

The blond looked around, the sparks of his tama illuminating area, so covered by trees. The dark light didn’t do much to help, but a strong light began to glow from behind.

The golden-blue hue of Vel’s tama sparks helped, and as the 15-year-old gathered small pebbles, Vel remained silent, a smile on their face and followed his lead.

While he wasn’t particularly mad about something, there was this simmering rage, and jealousy he felt for almost everyone in his life. No matter how much he tried not to think about it, the hatred it caused weighed down on him.

As he sat down on a stone, Vel once again remained by his side, simply dropping the stones by Ragno’s feet, and sitting by their little brother’s feet.

“I don’t think I’m a good person,” Ragno said eventually, the unintentional sparks of his tama finally dying out.

Vel didn’t respond just yet, but they matched the glow of Ragno’s tama, ignoring the sudden changes within their own body. After a beat of silence, Vel finally spoke up.

“Ragno, you definitely aren’t,” they said simply, handing him one of the smoother stones. The boy flinched, but Vel did nothing to acknowledge it, but simply continued speaking. “But you’re not a bad one either.”

The silence persisted and Ragno stared ahead, refusing to look at Vel.

“If one bad thing makes you bad. Then one fish feature makes me a fish?” They asked jokingly, a chuckle escaping their lips at the idea of being a fish. Ragno on the other hand, didn’t seem to find it nearly as funny.

“It’s not the same and you know it,” he bit out, clearly not finding the situation funny.

Vel brought a knee to their chest, resting their head atop it as they looked towards their younger brother. His face was set in that expression of despairing anger they’ve only seen a handful of times before. His jaw was clenching, eyebrows furrowed as the gorotama player looked forward, and just threw small stones at the lake in front of them.

Vel continued to watch, waiting for their younger brother’s expression to falter. For as long as they’ve known him, he’s always been proud. Yet he’s never quite as proud as he seems. They watched, with the sounds of nature and the rhythmic plopping of the stones to guide their thoughts.

“You’re not a bad kid, just a stupid one.”

A scoff came from Ragno, but Vel didn’t stop, nor hesitate with their reply. Without looking to the side, they continued.

“Couldn’t miss that dig kid, it’s in my nature,” they shrugged harmlessly, not allowing the boy a chance to derail the conversation. “Just like it’s in yours to be a little malicious. You’re nowhere near perfect, you get angry too quickly, you don’t show compassion for others nor any sympathy. You take joy in hurting others and you seem to never acknowledge anyone.”

With every flaw pointed out, Ragno seemed to want to hide from the verbal barrage he was experiencing. But instead of shy away, he simply continued to throw stones, the force increasing with each shot.

“But you don’t tend to hurt them irreparably, your anger fades just as quickly as it comes, you don’t usually lash out at people for all that you’re angry.”

A splash of water, and a faint spark from the corner of his eye.

“You called a kid a peasant.”

The spark got brighter, the stone thrown faster.

“You bullied him the day he got into that school.”

An arm reared to the side, throwing the stone in a curve, knocking the stone wall in the center of the lake.

“You took that kid onto the eyrie, used your tama unfairly on him, threw him off, and left him there with no assurance the kid would survive. Those were bad actions, there’s no excusing that or you.”

At this point even the still arm Vel was resting on began flexing beneath him, his tama began sparking on both arms, but Vel continued, undeterred by the looming danger.

“But you’re sitting here, upset because you think you’re a bad person. Upset at yourself for doing those things. You could’ve picked any target for your anger. You could’ve picked me.” Vel said softly, their pace losing steam, voice losing passion, but not their compassion.

It was dim once again, the light of Ragno’s tama gone, the sounds of pebbles crashing gone with it. Vel finally turned towards their brother and saw his quivering brow, the confused expression on his face.

“You’ve done bad things, but you can do better.”

They pushed themselves off Ragno’s arms, and off the boulder behind them. The blue haired teen grabbed his hand, and sparked their own tama illuminating both of their faces in a golden-blue hue.

“You’re amazing Ragno, and only you can prove that. Warriors or weapons, if that’s what you truly believe, then that’s fine. Just don’t hurt them.”

They let their words hang in the air as they stood up. And dusted themselves off, heading towards the edge of the forest area they had followed Ragno into.

“Don’t kid yourself by pretending you can’t become better. Isn’t that your whole thing? Train till you're the best Bunny man?” They said with a light chuckle. They let go of Ragno’s palm, standing up with their carefree smile in place once again.

“Don’t call me that.” He said, but there was a small smile on the boy's face, and his voice was fond, as he stared at his older brother’s back.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s get to the feasting hall before they stop serving us food.” Vel replied, voice still as gentle as it was earlier.

“Race ya,” was the only thing they heard in reply, as Ragno jumped off the end of the island.

Vel paused for a second, stunned silent by the bold actions, oh so familiar, before cackling and jumping right after him.

“Oh you’re on!” They screamed into the wind, as they dived head first after their brother.

Just to clarify Ragno is not about to make some magical 180 shift, but this is a turning point no matter how minor it starts off.