Pirate AU! Pt. 2

I'll never believe your tears, Sunday.

edit: i was given a great analogy to zuko from avatar, and now i'm not so critical. thanks everyone for your attention

I want to say this upfront: as a character, Sunday works perfectly fine for me. But I absolutely can’t stand how the fandom obediently swallowed such a stupid retcon of his character. And I can’t stand fandom stripped him of all blame. Time and time again, I see posts like: “Oh, my precious little sunshine! Don’t cry... Oh no, he’s crying in his ultimate! He didn’t deserve this, poor thing!”

And I’m left wondering: what the hell?

What the hell was HoYoverse thinking when they gave us a dictator with a god complex (borderline chūnibyō syndrome) as an antagonist? A character who defended someone who sold children into slavery. Someone who mocked a slave for their origins. Someone who placed himself above the local police and even above the very creator of Penacony. All while chaos reigned under his (and Family’s) rule in Penacony. Within Penacony, everything’s a mess: banditry, alcoholism, shady financial dealings. Criminals hide from the hounds in the Dreamscape, and Sunday defends them, driving the hounds away. Many people work for pennies, losing any chance at a better future. And some have even been dragged back after death, turned into lifeless husks just to serve as local attractions.

Sunday knows how to act righteously, but he chooses to do things his own way instead. That’s his whole arc. He became a god (boss version) for the Dreamscape and felt zero guilt over the fact that Penacony under his rule remained a pit of sin and filth, far from any kind of paradise.

And then, we defeat him. He regrets... but only regrets losing. His remorse isn’t about what he did—it’s about being beaten. He’s ready to do it all over again, just with a different strategy.

So again, what the hell?

Why does HoYoverse give us a character like this (admittedly fascinating because he’s ridiculously stubborn, manipulative, selfish, and unhinged), only to suddenly turn him into a martyr, a lamb, and a tragic victim we’re supposed to feel sorry for? Poor Sunday, who only wanted the best but ended up dooming everyone to suffer. They’re so insistent about making us pity him that it’s disorienting. What’s the point? No one’s going to believe it. He locked his own sister in a cage, justified slavery, carried out vigilante justice, and controlled the fates of millions. No one’s going to believe he’s a victim...

Except they d i d. And that’s what pisses me off the most. People have forgotten that just a year ago, he was the thorn in everyone’s side, deliberately hurting those around him with glee. Now they call him “sunshine,” “poor thing,” “precious baby.” They wipe his tears during his ultimate move, saying he doesn’t deserve to be imprisoned, doesn’t deserve to face the consequences of his actions. Are you all out of your minds?

Why didn’t Kokolia get a chance? Why didn’t Tisok 2 get a chance? (Tisok 2 is from a side quest about a ruler whose memories were erased. In it, we’re shown that she was a tyrant before losing her memory. The NPCs ask us, “Does she deserve redemption?” And no matter what, the NPCs will yell, “No, absolutely not!” Funny. She doesn’t deserve it, but Sunday does?)

The idea that he isn’t to blame is also questionable. He and Robin grew up under the same person’s wing. Robin was constantly told her perspective was wrong, yet did she grow up as a submissive follower? No, she grew into a truly strong person capable of thinking for herself. But Sunday? He basked in the praise for his bad decisions. He’s just an overgrown brat who decided the world is his playground.

So no, I will never believe in his redemption. I will never believe he’s changed. HoYoverse can’t convince me that he’s repented or truly regrets his sins, because as long as he’s free and has done nothing for society, it’s all meaningless.

He will never have a place on my Express. The Express will never be his home. He will never stand among the people who’ve become my family.

ma perfect boii

just hear me out-

Alhaitham, but as a reserved yet loving dad to a Wunderkind girl.

He’s the type who’s always buried in his books or lost in thought, but the moment his daughter walks in with a new invention or a question about the universe, he’s all ears. He doesn’t say much, but his quiet pride shines through when he watches her tinker with gadgets or solve problems way beyond her age.

He’s not one for big displays of affection, but he shows his love in small, meaningful ways—like leaving her little notes in her lunchbox with riddles to solve or staying up late to help her debug a complex project, even if he’d never admit it.

To the outside world, he’s the stoic, enigmatic scholar, but at home, he’s just “Dad”—the guy who secretly smiles when his daughter outsmarts him and who’ll always have her back, even if he expresses it in his own understated way.

student au pt.2

anon: you look insanely like a vampire, do you bite your partners during intimacy?

Reverse AU Dr. Ratio and Aventurine p.5

He’s whispering to the girl sitting on his lap, purring in her ear, and she laughs.

In front of them, on their knees, are the subordinates who have failed. He asks her:

—  How should those who disobeyed the order be punished?

Feeling the power in her hands from a man like him, she replies playfully:

—  Kill them!

He smirks, the men sweat and tremble. Amethyst purrs in her ear, asking if she will obey his orders. She smiles with glossy lips and nods. She touches his cheek with lipstick to reach ear, caressing the taut fabric across his crotch with her sharp-nailed fingers and whispers:

— Every single one.

Taking her firmly under the thigh, he kisses her neck, under her jaw. He slips his hand behind back and pulls out a gun. A vintage revolver. He thrusts it straight into her adorable doll hands.

Amethyst breathes into her cheek, speaking and kissing her skin with his words:

—  Then kill them.

He hugs her tightly by the thigh, causing her to bend under his fingers like one of the famous statues. He looks at her as if a prayer is written on her cheek.

—  That’s an order.