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sprout-fics · 1 year

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on my knees begging for more brat tamer ghost

Ask Nicely

(Simon "Ghost" Riley x F! Reader)

Word Count: 2.4k

Rating: E (18+)

Tags: Brat Tamer! Ghost, AFAB Reader, Cockwarming, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Dirty Talk, Dom/Sub undertones, Overstimulation, PiV sex, Smut with some feelings, Just a touch of Soft! Ghost at the end, Unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it!)

A/N: Beg and thou shall't receive

Summary:

To all outward appearances, you went to help Ghost with the paperwork piling up on his desk, relegated to the task as the newest member of the team. To everyone else he had picked you because you were the newbie, the grunt. They had shrugged it off, grateful Ghost had volunteered to squirrel away and deal with the red tape himself. They didn’t see the way he had given you that look through his mask, had leveled his gaze at your rigid form, dark and telling.

You’d hidden his radio that morning, had found the best hiding spot for it in the tile above the showers. It had taken him forever to find it, cursing and stomping through the barracks. Soap had teased him for it, and Price had gotten on his ass about losing valuable equipment. You had feigned to help him look for it, all the while pretending you had no clue where the damn thing was. Yet the lieutenant had seen straight through your bullshit, and at one point boxed you into the exact shower stall where it was hidden, away from the eyes of the rest of the team as he growled at you to give up the charade.

The mission had been a success, and now the rest of the crew was headed off base into town for a pint, leaving only you and a silent, cold, infuriated Ghost.

Ghost had taken his time, had quietly sat down to do exactly what he had told the others. He’d wordlessly pushed a tower of files at you, instructed you to look at them and mark any potential errors you found. Puzzled, you had done just that, and for a while it seemed like this was your punishment after all, the boring minutiae that came with being in the intelligence field.

You should have known better.

He’d waited until the sounds of the base began to die down for the evening, until the mid-November chill had begun to creep in through the blind-drawn windows and curl against your skin. You watched each and every move of his from the corner of your eyes, tensed like a prey animal and waiting for his terrifyingly silent patience to snap.

And snapped it had.

“Up.” He’d told you, the word firm, unquestioning- an order. You’d slowly, nervously, gotten to your feet. Ghost rose alongside you, each footstep measured and precise as he circled the desk between you, crowded you back against it and wordlessly shucked you of your boots, your gear, had tossed your tac vest off in a dusty corner and dragged your pants down your legs until you were bare from the waist down.

You’d let him, a little hesitant but also morbidly curious as to what this was, wanting to know what consequences your actions were about to bring you.

That was, until Ghost had simply left you, leaned back in his squeaky, ancient office chair. Toes chilling against the peeling linoleum, you watched as he regarded your exposed form, he himself still dressed head to toe in all his gear from the mission. You felt your mouth dry as you watched him loosen his belt, fish his cock from his boxers and nodded at you with a single, devastating command.

“Sit.”

He’d had to prep you first of course, as you straddled his thighs with his dick bumping against your stomach, his fingers slick with lube as he’d spread you open on them. The entire time you had balanced on him, had clung to his shoulders and shivered from the sensation of it all, from being exposed and open for him, cold despite the warmth at the apex of your thighs. Your eyes had found their anchor on the sight of his cock, thick, pink, hard in his gloved fist as he pressed a thumb to the flushed, beading head.

It had taken a few minutes to get settled, and all the while Simon had to hush reassurances against your trembling form as you took him inch by devastating inch. Thumb circling into the meat of your thigh, face pressed against your hair he murmured praises at you- good girl, there we go, doing so well- until he’d bottomed out with nowhere else to go.

And then, he went still.

You’d waited a minute at first, thinking he was simply giving you time to get adjusted to his girth. Simon had reached for another stack of paperwork, the sheets shifting and fluttering in front of you both- your back pressed up his front, tac vest and all, his arms on either side of you and legs spread to accommodate the weight of you on his lap. When it became clear he wasn’t moving, had no intention of moving, you had whined, gave an encouraging roll of your hips and gasped at the feeling of him twitching inside you.

Only for a single, heavy, black-gloved hand to settle on your thigh.

“Don’t. Move.”

You went rigid, mind reeling as you finally understood exactly what his method of attack was for your earlier stunt. You tried to protest, tried to plead with him but Ghost had simply ignored you, his eyes roaming over the intel reports that you could tell weren’t even fucking relevant to your mission.

He was so big inside you, filling every inch you had to give and even then there was still more of him. It felt like he was making space for himself inside you, pushing your lungs up to your throat and stifling the air from your body. He was burning you from the inside out, the heat of him too much to bear you’re your chilling limbs and sensitive nerves. When you had lifted your hips just enough to relieve at least some pressure Ghost had wordlessly forced you back down, meeting the motion with a singular thrust of his hips, as devastating as his aim- fast, precise, brutal.

“Steady on, corporal.”

It had been what seemed like hours since then, and with every passing minute you could feel something inside you slowly begin to fracture- impatient, hungry, devastating. Yet when you whined at him, when you had tried to give yourself some, any type of friction it was met with his arm settling you still once more, his cold, silent regard as you whimpered and tried to writhe on him.

It’s too much.

You can’t stand it, the stretch of him, the sheer size taking up all you had to offer and offering nothing more than a steady, unrelenting pressure inside you. You’re sure you’ve ruined his pants, dripping slick down the remainder of his shaft and staining the fabric underneath. Every time you shift, try to move it only drives him deeper, and you can feel the head of him bumping up deep inside you, against the curve of your cervix. It’s delicious, it’s maddening, it’s not enough.

Ghost is frighteningly still. You’re sure he’s read the same page at least twenty times over now. You know he’s just pretending at this point, refusing to budge a single inch and give you the friction you so desperately need. The self-control he has is terrifying, with his hard cock buried deep inside your wet heat but refusing to move, simply content for your cunt to keep him warm for what feels like hours. Never once softening, never once going limp inside you.

You yourself are shaking, trembling, shivering from the sensation of it all. You feel like you’re running a fever, too cold, too hot, skin flushed despite the chill. The radiator crackles over in the corner. You don’t notice, your hands gripping his forearms and you breath heavy and hard, overstimulated and raw.

When Ghost finally sets the file he’s looking at down he shifts, leans forward, and you moan like you’re taking him for the first time all over again, wet and needy and open and fucking desperate.

You can’t do this. You’ve stayed quiet, stayed still and it’s earning you absolutely nothing. You don’t know how much longer you can take this, with him nestled inside of you scorching your insides and occasionally jerking in response to the desperate little grind of your hips or the whimpers pooling across your mouth.

“Ghost.” You hiccup, casting your eyes over your shoulder to look up at him pleadingly. “Si-Simon.”

Ghost merely hums, reaches for another report before settling backwards once more, the arm wrapped around your waist securing and anchoring you to his lap. The little motion allows him to shift inside you, offering the slimmest bit of friction that you crave before it’s there and gone again.

You sob.

Ghost seems to notice you then, his fingers tapping on your thigh as he keeps you there, and all at once he’s regarding you with the same intensity as the report he has in his opposite hand.

“Simon, please.” You try again, words babbling now that you have his attention. “P-please, need you to move, it’s so much. You’re so big, c-can feel you in my fucking throat, Simon, please-“

“Bloody keen on talkin’ now, aren’t you.” He murmurs at you in that lilting, British accent of his, and you suck in a sharp breath at that, entire form taut like a bowstring at his words. “Where was that this mornin’, mm?”

You crane your neck to look at him, to stare up at him with your open, needy gaze. Ghost tilts his head to look at you, seeing your trembling lip and wet, doe-like eyes. There’s a flicker of hunger there for just a moment- dark, ravenous.

“What did you say this morning?” He asks, and it feels like his voice is scraping against the inside of your skull and leaving black paint smeared in the corners of your thoughts.

You swallow, try and remember past the haze of feverish need and the burning ache inside you.

He had caged you in, his hands planted on either side of you on the grimy tile and had pinned you with his stare. Voice hard, furious, he’d asked you where the radio was, where you’d hidden it. And you, smiling despite his frustration and his wide, frightening stare, had merely shrugged your shoulders and answered:

“Ask nicely?” You try, and your voice is a mere squeak, unsure and a little terrified at his potential response but needing him, all of him.

“That’s right.” He purrs, and he’s setting the report down, his arms shifting across your lap as he adjusts you, seated on him as you are. His eyes are watching you from behind the mask, intent and piercing, flaying you open for him and only him to see.

“Go on then.” He encourages, and there’s a tone of mockery there but you don’t care. “Ask nicely.”

You swallow. It feels like there’s sand in your throat, grainy and choking out whatever sound you’re trying to make. You can feel him inside you as your walls flutter helplessly around him and you know he feels it but he doesn’t make a single move and somehow it startles you even though it shouldn’t. He’s in control, he always is. He’s a blank slate, empty and lifeless, unreadable except when it comes to you, only ever you.

“Please.” You try, trying your best to keep your voice steady despite your urge to squirm against him and just take what you want. “Make me come on your cock, Ghost.”

Ghost groans, and instantly you’re rewarded with a perfunctory jolt of his hips into you so sudden you yelp before he sets a steady, rolling pace. Your sigh turns to a series of shuddering gasps as you take him, meet him thrust for thrust and feeling him grind something inside you that feels like the ground-shattering aftershocks of an IED.

“Fucking filthy, annoying, pretty brat.” Ghost grunts as he plants his feet under you both, his thick, veiny arm securing you pressed against his chest. You sob at it all, at the relief but the unfilled need, at his words and the feeling of him, carving a place inside you, etching his name into your bones, your breath as it spills his name into the darkened, dusty silence of the lonely office. “You’re lucky I put up with half the shit you do. Drive me fuckin insane with this tight little cunt of yours.”

“ ‘M sorry.” You hiccup, clutching onto his arms, desperately trying to find an anchor against the unstemmed tide of pleasure that’s suddenly sweeping over you like a riptide. “ ‘M sorry, Simon.”

“Shush.” He hushes, before he’s reaching up to his face, rucking his mask up to his nose and twisting you halfway so he can seize your lips in an unexpectedly gentle kiss.

You moan into his mouth, melt into his touch as his hand sneaks up your shirt, palming the swell of your chest under a single, massive hand. You fall apart under him, under the grip of this hardened killer who has the ability to render you helpless with a few short words, has you squirming and all but crying for his cock when you two are alone. He’s brutal, he’s terrifying, he’s dyed as dark as they come, soaked in the blood of his enemies so many times it’s tinted the shade of his soul. He handles you like he wants to feast on you, wants to drink the remnants of your cries from your waiting mouth. Yet there’s moments where he’s like this, where there’s a touch of softness that bleeds through and gingerly touches the sharp edges of your heart.

“You know better.” He murmurs against the corner of your mouth as you clamp down on him desperately, and you nod fervently, feeling his warm breath curl against your cheeks. “Know better than to try and get my attention like this.”

You should. You should know better, but it’s hard. With every little stunt of yours you feel like you’re pulling pieces of him from a pond, dark and shiny and obscure. Bit by bit he’s revealed to you, and with every instance he lets himself relax just a little further into your arms after he’s devastated you and it’s sinfully addictive. You know there’s better ways to get what you want, to be able to see him for what he really is. This isn’t a game you can play forever, as much as you want to.

So, for now, this’ll do.

#simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #afab reader #f! reader #asks #requests #my fic #smut #18+#apologies I kinda gave up at the end it's very late

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darkshadowduelist · 18 days

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Animation Chronicle 2024

点の悪魔 Tokuiten no Akuma (Singularity Fiend)

Level 1 DARK Fiend Effect Monster

ATK 0

DEF 0

You can only use the effect of this card’s name once per turn.

(1) When your opponent Special Summons a monster(s): You can discard this card and 1 Spell; destroy that monster(s).

古代の機械像（アンティーク・ギアスタチュー）Antique Gear Statue (Ancient Gear Statue)

Level 2 EARTH Machine Effect Monster

ATK 500

DEF 800

You can only Special Summon with the (1)st effect of this card’s name once per turn. You can only use the (2)nd effect of this card’s name once per turn.

(1) If your opponent controls more monsters than you do, you can Special Summon this card (from your hand).

(2) You can Tribute this card; Special Summon 1 “Ancient Gear Golem”, or 1 monster that mentions it except “Ancient Gear Statue”, from your hand or Deck, ignoring its Summoning conditions.

ワクチンゲール Vaccingale (Antidote Nurse)

Rank 3 LIGHT Machine Xyz Effect Monster

ATK 1800

DEF 1200

Materials: 2+ Level 3 monsters

(1) (Quick Effect): You can detach 1 material from this card, then target 1 monster whose current ATK and/or DEF is different from its original value; its ATK/DEF become its original ATK/DEF, then, if you targeted a monster you controlled at activation, it cannot be destroyed by battle or card effects this turn.

(2) Once per turn, if another monster(s) is Special Summoned to your field and this card has 3 or more materials: You can make that monster(s) gain 900 ATK.

魂を刻む右（エングレイブ・ソウル・ライト）Engrave Soul Right (Soul Fist)

Equip Spell

Equip only to your Dragon Synchro Monster.

(1) “Red Dragon Archfiend” equipped with this card is unaffected by your opponent’s activated card effects.

(2) Once per turn: You can change the ATK of all face-up monsters your opponent currently controls to the equipped monster’s.

(3) Once per turn, when an attack is declared involving the equipped monster: You can target 1 monster in your opponent’s GY; banish it, and if you do, the equipped monster gains ATK equal to the banished monster’s until the end of this turn.

Alternate Artwork of “Silent Magician LV8” in Quarter Century Secret Rare!

#yugioh #ygo #yugioh zexal #yugioh arc v #yugioh vrains #yugioh gx #yugioh 5ds #yugioh sevens!#yugioh go rush

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tuna-core · 3 months

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One piece 1104 thoughts

Fucking finally.

The panel of Kuma right before he punches Saturn is so well done. The bold yet unstable linework, the wide lens on Kuma's grimace, how it feels like everything is being pulled into his fist, it's honestly kind of scary. I love it. And Saturn finally getting hit was easily the most satisfying panel in the whole series up to this point.

And then BONNEY HUGGING HER DAD AND TELLING HIM SHE SAW EVERYTHING???? Naturally i was crying the whole time and she's right, he is the coolest person ever

Okay so, I'm guessing the Buccaneers were the people who inhabited the ancient kingdom to some extent, but how does that correlate to Kuma's willpower here? I dunno, something something will of d etc etc, bartholomew d Kuma agenda still going strong

It's nice that Atlas is carrying Kuma to the labo-stratum but frankly I don't think either Kuma or Atlas are living through this arc

Kizaru is a CAPITALIST BITCH I thought he was the one who brought Luffy food. But then I got thinking, maybe he did bring Luffy food and is playing the game until he comes back in Gear 5, then he'll do a heel turn. BUT if that's the case, who ordered the Buster Call? I wanna hold out hope that Kizaru will flip at some point but I'm doubting it now

Franky, Sanji, and Luffy are definitely fighting Kizaru and Saturn soon, everyone else is setting up an escape, but I KNOW Devon and Lafitte are here somewhere. I'm so excited for next chapter

#tunapost #op 1104 #op spoilers #one piece 1104 #one piece spoilers #bartholomew kuma #saint jay garcia saturn #jaygarcia saturn #saint saturn #jewelry bonney #dr vegapunk #kizaru

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 11 months

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So in ancient Irish mythology there was a warrior named cu chulainn who was the son of the God of Light and spoken oaths,

Born under the name setanta, He was bound by prophesy to live a glorious but short life,

He got the name cu chulainn after killing a ferocious. Possibly demonic or deific guard dog and swearing to its owner to take the dogs place.

He was trained by a warrior woman named scathatch to use a 7 barbed spear called gaebolg which, when launched with his foot. Would spread its barbs through the dangers body and gore them from the inside out.and in battle often lost himself to bloodlust so strong he would turn inside out into a giant monster of rage an sinew.

In his personal life , despite being married he was a tremendous womanizer. Even if his heart belonged to his wife he seemed quite liberal with sharing the love

And he died shortly after killing his best friend in battle, though the reason depends on the telling of the story, in the most famous version though, after grieving the loss of his best friend he was fed the flesh of dogs. Which weakened him physically and spiritually. Allowing him to be killed by a spear to the gut.though not before tying himself to a large stone by his guts so he could die standing like a warrior

Theres a lot more to his story, obviously but I wanna know how this guy would do fighting for the humans in ragnarok, with goll as his partner.

-In Valhalla, there were many who regarded you as a hero, one who fought bravely and valiantly.

-However, you didn’t feel like a hero, you had killed your best friend and allowed yourself to be killed; despite dying like a man, tying your own intestines to a rock so you could die standing, you didn’t feel like one.

-You spent years lamenting your fate, you didn’t deserve to be in Valhalla, you didn’t train with others, choosing instead to live life as a hermit.

-It was then, when your friend, whom you didn’t realize was also here in Valhalla, sought you out and delivered a major ass kicking to get your rear in gear!

-He could see your remorse, your guilt, he knew your feelings were genuine and for that, he forgave you and forced you to start training again, getting back into shape and get back to your former glory so you could surpass it.

-You came back like a wildfire, training your body as well as your mind and spirit, regaining the name you had earned so long ago.

-You spent your days how you should in Valhalla, fighting against other warriors, getting challenges in fearsome fights, you were finally happy again.

-When you were selected as a champion for humanity, you didn’t hesitate to prepare, ready for a fight, but when you saw your valkyrie partner was the youngest, only a child, you felt a fire, a rage, deep in your belly.

-You had to win, to keep Goll safe. You weren’t going to let an innocent die for your weakness.

-Goll was scared at first until she fused with you and your determination, your silent declaration to keep her safe, soothed all of her fears almost instantly.

-The other champions all respected you, as many had fought against you before, Lu Bu and Raiden being the most frequent partners, they knew you weren’t going to die without one hell of a fight.

-Your fight was definitely one of the highlights of the whole tournament, you refused to give up, even after loosing an arm and your right eye, your ferocity was almost intimidating to the gods.

-You were the victor at the end, but not without cost, you had gotten your ass kicked. Goll couldn’t help you when she unfused with you after you collapsed to your knees, as she was half your size.

-You chuckled, reaching a hand up to ruffle her hair before you collapsed, falling face forward, which made Goll panic until she heard you snoring, fast asleep.

-She was pouting deeply when you woke up, angry that you had made her worry, her little fists hitting at your uninured arm, calling you a jerk which made you laugh before she hugged you tightly, thanking you.

-You were quite cranky, being stuck in the infirmary, as you couldn’t have any booze, but you were just happy you survived, you accomplished your goals. You could rest easy now.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror goll

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leaderoffestivals · 9 months

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GET ISLAND: Prologue

Nazuna: Fishing!? HOW are we gonna do that when we don’t have any fishing gear!? Besides, what we really need are weapons, right?! We’re facing a SHARK, you know!?

Season: Summer Author: Nishioka Maiko (With Akira) Characters: Nito Nazuna, Shiina Niki

<Sha~… … Shashaaaaa~…>

Nazuna: … … … … Siiiigh…

I can’t hear anything except the sound of the waves… …

Niki: … … …

Nazuna: Uwaaah. To my right, there’s only the sea as far as I can see… … and to my left, there’s nothing but the sea, too! The sky’s clear and the weather’s fine … … Under normal circumstances, this would’ve been the most wonderful of locations, and yet—

Because we’re stranded out here, our situation’s the utter worst right now. I don’t even have the strength to move… …

Uuuuu… I’m soooo hungry… and thirsty, too… …

Other than that bit of candy I had on the bus ride here, I’ve not eaten anything for the entire day. That’s gotta be why I’m so hungry… …

Niki: … …

Nazuna: Er... Speaking of which, Niki-chin hasn’t even twitched once in the past hour. Is everything alright with him?

Nazuna: Hauuuu… Oi~, Niki-chin… … Are you alright~?

Niki: … … …

Nazuna: Ahhh… Niki-chin? Seriously, are you alright over there? Ooooi~… …

——Auuu, this is bad. I can’t even muster up the strength to crawl over to Niki-chin’s side… …

Nazuna: It’s about time for the sun to set. Soon, it will be evening, and night will fall, before long… …

Oh no... At this rate, things are gonna end really badly here... Can it be that we might actually die…?

Nazuna: Huh? What's that over there? There's a triangular shape sticking out of the surface of the sea. There wasn't anything like that earlier though…

Ah! It's coming towards us at an incredible speed!

Hmmm. Somehow, this feels like something I've seen in a movie before—

Hehe! Of people having fun playing in the ocean, and a large shadow sneaking up on them from underwater, and then a triangular fin appears…

Da-dan, da-dan, dadadadada~—like that ♪

… … I say. THAT'S A SHAAAAAARK! EEEK!

Niki: HWAHHH!

Nazuna: UNYAAA! You—you scared the heck outta me! Niki-chin, don’t sit up so suddenly like that! I’m glad you’re still alive though!

Or I should say—we’re in big trouble! There’s a shark heading towards us right now!

Niki: Shark… … A cartilaginous fish belonging to the subclass Elasmobranchii. Its meat is often dried, smoked or salted, and the large fins of sharks, also known as shark fins, are often used in Chinese cuisine and other dishes.

Nazuna: Woaaah, that’s NikiPedia for you. I’ve learnt something new, huh?

Niki: In other words… … THAT’S FOOOOOOD!

Nazuna: HAAAH? Wait, wait, WAIT! That’s impossible, right?! It’s impossible, so stop it!

Niki: No, no! Don’tcha stop me, Nito-kun! This is a chance for us to go fishing after all!

Nazuna: Fishing!? HOW are we gonna do that when we don’t have any fishing gear!? Besides, what we really need are weapons, right?! We’re facing a SHARK, you know!?

Niki: NYAHAHA! Weapons… …? If it’s weapons ya want, we have these babies with us right here! See! FISTS! Humans have been hunting with their bare fists since ancient times, you know!

Nazuna: OI! You ridiculous, nonsensical idiot! Your fists are gonna be toast, Niki-chin! There’s no way you can win this with your bare fists, there’re reasons why sharks are still feared by humans in this day and age, you know~!?

Niki: NYAHAHAHA! READY OR NOT, HERE I COME~! MY FOOD~!

Nazuna: AHHH! LISTEN TO WHAT I’M SAYING! UWAAA~N! WON’T SOMEONE—ANYONE—COME AND STOP THIS IDIOT~?!

—————-To be continued——————-

Chapter 1

Translator’s Notes:

If you wanna learn more about sharks, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elasmobranchii

#Ensemble Stars #enstars tl #Nito Nazuna #Shiina Niki #GET ISLAND #pop culture reference #Jaws

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breakonthroough · 14 days

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Rewatching Skypiea.

I just recently finished rewatching the Skypiea arc and now I'm just bursting with thoughts about its significance and foreshadowing in One piece plot. I will try to summarize them briefly. And yes I'll eventually reduce all my analysis to the Donquixotes problem again, you guessed it.

I’ll say right away that I’ve already seen some of the theories in Twitter before but I didn’t really read into them. Therefore all these thoughts about the parallels, foreshadowing and Chekhov's guns that Oda generously sprinkled in this undoubtedly important and simply stunning One Piece arc came to me quite independently of existing theories. However they refers on them I think.

There will be a lot of text and chaotic thoughts that I will try to formulate into something readable. Get ready! And do not pay attention to possible translation errors (sorry). Let's go.

The most obvious foreshadowing here is primarily references to the current Egghead Island arc. I will wrote about this down below and it's about the Gear 5. There are also obvious parallels with Dressrosa. Here I was interested in seeing with a fresh look to the abilities of the priests of Enel. ''Skyrider” Shura with his "Ordeal of String" reminds me Doflamingo and the power of his fruit. Also "Skybreeder" Ohm: his barbed-wire cage made of iron clouds again reminiscent of Doflamingo and his “Birdcage”. And Ohm's flexible attacks of sword with the shape-changing cloud blade are so similar to the Diamante's fighting techniques. But priests use all these techniques without using the power of any Devil Fruits. And also they do not use the coating with Haki, using only Mantra (the variation of Observation Haki).

Well now I just say a few words about some of the oddities of Luffy’s behavior on Skypiea and all the obvious harbingers of Nika’s appearance. I just note how impressed I was by the scene of the final fight between Luffy and Enel - how much it has in common with the climax of the Wano arc and the battle with Kaido. Here was Wyper, who like Law and Kid who have seeing the power of Gear 5 later finally believed in Luffy and his strength and so similarly was desperately shouting "Come on, do it, Mugiwara!" And here was the common people of Skypiea who also supported Luffy with the power of their prayers.

And finally the “weapon” with which Luffy delivers his final blow to the enemy. This is still just a huge golden ball on his hand and not a real «Bajrang Gun»-fist, but it looks so much like it!

And also the ancient faith of the Shandians in the Sun God, allusions at the mysterious connection of the heavenly people with Imu, which is reflected in the idols of Varsa. And of course the Enelface which most likely was not just a joke of Oda. Oh yes I really believe that all these strange and funny faces of Luffy’s rivals and comrades at certain moments are not just a gag, but the tricks of the insidious Oda Nika acting independently of Luffy's will.

I won’t dwell on this too much. Let's talk about something else.

First of all I saw enough hints confirming the fairly well-known theory that Dragon (like the entire Monkey D. family) may well be connected with the Shandians. Though it is still unclear why in this case they do not have wings. Dragon himself looks very similar to Kalgara. And the tattoos (paint?) on his face - by style of patterns - are stylistically similar to the patterns on the faces, bodies and clothes of warriors of Shandora. In addition Shandian chief priest traditionally wears a hat with a dog's head on it, strongly reminiscent of Garp's headdress. Another remarkable fact is that Dragon and Kalgara are voiced by the same VA - Hidekatsu Shibata! Knowing the One Piece trend this may be more than just a coincidence.

In parallel with this theory I can assume that Dragon may not to be the one of the Shandian race directly. He may be connected with them by some common affairs of the revolutionary army. After all his tattoos appear on his face after some incident. Possibly related to matters on Sky Island. After all when the Strawhats arrive on Heaven's Island an old lady with a camera at Heaven's Gate asks them whether the arrivals are sightseeing tourists or fighters. This means that Skypiea is visited not only by tourists but perhaps also by people with other purposes (such as revolutionaries).

In addition I noticed that the bazookas and pistols of the Shandians have a very recognizable design of the weapons of the Blue Sea inhabitants. And most likely also have a silicon mechanism enhanced by the action of Breath and Flash Dials.

And we know two main organizations, although they have radically different goals, but are related to the circulation of weapons: the revolutionary army and... the criminal organization of the Joker (that means Doflamingo again). This may well mean that one of them could supply weapons to the Skypiean rebels, based on some of their still unclear plans. Because the Skypieans themselves practically do not use such weapons. Although they clearly know how to handle them, according to the combat skills in handling the Burn Bazooka of pretty Conis.

Next I have a lot of very questions about the god Enel. But it’s difficult to build theories about it without fully understanding what exactly the initial conflict between the inhabitants of the Sky and the Earth was. What goals Enel pursued in trying to throw Skypiea and all the sky islands off their “illegally” (in his own words) occupied places. What were his motives and reasons for destroying the sky islands?

However I am almost sure that there is again a connection with Mariejois. Firstly Enel is the owner of an extremely powerful fruit (logia and perhaps even the mythical Zoan of the deity Raijin). After all there are practically no Devil fruit users on the Sky Islands. Excluding Enel and a couple of animals that are also clearly not local to begin with.

In addition Enel does not have wings although he must to be a Birkans. We don’t yet know how he lost them, but perhaps it has something to do with the eradication of his native island Birka (by Enel? That’s also a question).

Here I should note that the mysterious monk Urouge is similarly looks like the Birkans too, according to the images of the three winged races on the lunar fresco. And with this remaining undisclosed representative of supernovas, there will clearly still be some important story about the oppression and extermination of races and nations by people calling themselves gods. And according the way Enel organized Survival games among the Skypieans in the likeness of those games that the Tenryubito organized for fun, exterminating various races, he probably should know about this firsthand. Well in general I want to say that his story as a whole is somewhat reminiscent of John Milton’s “Paradise Lost” in its symbolism. Where a fallen angel challenges God.

And here begins the most interesting part of the analysis for me.

Who is called God on the island of Skypiea? Even if he’s already an former? Gan Fall.

And who as we know are the gods in the world of One piece? Tenryubito.

Gan Fall also does not have wings. And he is clearly not a Skypiean. And he is not at all from race of the sky people.

He was clearly appointed by someone to play the role of God there. That is mean he is literally the God's vicar on Skypiea and he even calls himself a mercenary.

Well the most interesting thing is what image did Oda choose for this character???

A recognizable image of Don Quixote from the Spanish epic novel by Miguel de Cervantes. Naturally I immediately got the distinct impression that he is literally … Donquixote.

It’s no coincidence that Doflamingo already appeared in the story before Skypiea. We've already heard this name! And after that we suddenly see such an obviously recognizable image from mass culture of a new character with an unclear mysterious past.

After all Gan Fall has almost all the characteristics of this peculiar family (we don't attribute here Doffy). Gan Fall is also a little not of this world and for some reason he is similarly drawn to the ordinary peaceful life of a common man, as he himself says reporting that he voluntarily renounced the title of god.

He calls himself a Knight of the Sky. Is it possible that he is one of the God's knights like Saint Figarland Garling and one of the World Noble? May be just former, but it's still impressive. And of course he is well aware of D.

Well in him if desired you can see some external similarities with Donquixote Homing (just look how funny his watering can is).

Here I again remember Doflamingo’s possible involvement in the appearance of Blue Sea weapons on Skypiea, but I don’t yet know how it can all be connected into a single whole. This may seem far-fetched.

Well.. I can say that Skypiea arc is definitely underrated by some fans and incredibly significant for the plot of the One Piece at the same time. Much in it remains unclear until Oda reveals the main mysteries of the history of the Void Century, so I think that Skypiea will definitely need to be reviewed and re-read when everything falls into place. I'm sure there will be a lot more that will surprise us about her after this.

P.S. I was also very surprised by the view of the Lvneel Kingdom from the flashback story of Mont Blanc Noland. This location in North Blue turned out to be surprisingly familiar from Law's flashback. Cora and Law stopped on this island when they have received information about the current location of the Ope-ope no mi fruit from Doflamingo. This was the place where Law's illness finally and irrevocably got worse. The place where the fateful direction of their joint path to its completion was outlined.

This once again proves how living, breathing and permeated with numerous intertwined connections is the world invented by Oda. The Kingdom historically the place of the shameful execution (so obviously similar to the execution of Gol D. Roger) of the great liar and the trickster Noland, who in fact never really lied to anyone, also became the place of a turning point and a decisive moment in the destinies of Law and Rocinante, a kind-hearted and selfless man who was forced to become a liar with many masks, sharing Law's "checkered fate" and giving his life to save a dying boy carrying the burden of the mysterious initial D.

How much is it amazing.

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Пересматривая Скайпию.

Буквально на днях я закончила пересматривать арку Скайпия, и теперь меня просто распирает от мыслей по поводу значимости ее сюжета! Попытаюсь вкратце их изложить.

Скажу сразу, некоторые из теорий я уже встречала раньше в сети, однако, особо не вчитывалась в них. Поэтому все эти мысли по поводу параллелей, предзнаменований и чеховских ружей, которые Ода щедро развесил в этой, без сомнения важной, да и просто потрясающей арке Ван Пис, пришли мне в голову вполне независимо от существующих теорий. Однако, думаю, будет честным признать, что они опираются на них.

Будет много текста и сумбурных мыслей, которые я попытаюсь сформулировать во что-то удобоваримое. И да, в конечном итоге я снова сведу весь свой анализ к проблеме Донкихотов, как вы уже могли догадаться. (¬‿¬) Поехали!

Очевидные параллели тут, прежде всего, отсылают нас к арке острова Эггхэд, выходящей в манге в настоящий момент. Также есть вполне очевидные отсылки к Дресс Розе. Здесь мне было интересно взглянуть свежим взглядом, прежде всего, на способности жрецов Энеля. «Скайрайдер» Сюра с его «Испытанием струн» напоминает мне, естественно, Дофламинго и силу его плода. А еще «Небесный заводчик» Ом: его клетка из колючей проволоки, созданной из железных облаков опять же отсылает к Доффи и его «Птичьей клетке». А гибкие атаки меча Ома с изменяющим форму облачным клинком очень похожи на боевые приемы Диаманте. Но жрецы применяют все эти техники, не используя силу каких-либо Дьявольских плодов. А также они не используют покрытие Волей, используя только Мантру (вариант Воли Наблюдения).

Сразу скажу, про некоторые странности поведения Луффи на Скайпии и все очевидные предвестники появления Ники я скажу всего пару слов. Отмечу лишь только то, насколько меня поразила сцена финального боя Луффи и Энеля — сколько там общего с аркой Вано и сражением с Кайдо. Тут и Вайпер, который, как и Ло с Кидом (лицезреющие мощь Пятого гира), наконец-то уверовал в Луффи и его силу, и так похоже кричащий, давай, мол, действуй, Мугивара! И мольбы простых жителей страны, наполняющие мощью и поддерживающие Луффи силой своих молитв. И само “оружие”, которым Луффи наносит свой финальный удар по противнику. Это пока ещё просто золотой шар на руке, а не настоящий Bajrang Gun, однако, так сильно на него похожий! А ещё древняя вера шандийцев в Бога Солнца, намеки на загадочную связь небесного народа с Иму, имеющая свое отражение в идолах Варсы, да и сам Энельфейс, который, скорее всего, был не просто шуткой Оды (о, да, я верю, что все эти странные и смешные лица, которые выдавали соперники и соратники Луффи — это не гэг, а проделки коварного Оды Ники, действующие тогда ещё против воли Луффи). На этом я особо останавливаться не буду. Поговорим о другом.

Прежде всего, я увидела достаточно намеков, подтверждающих довольно известную теорию о том, что Драгон, как и вся семья Манки Ди. Вполне может быть связана с шандийцами (правда, пока непонятно, почему в таком случае у них нет крыльев, если они родом из Шандоры). Сам Драгон внешне очень похож на Кальгару, а тату (рисунки?) на его лице – по стилю и начертанию – стилистически похожи на узоры на лицах, телах и одежде воинов Шандоры. К тому же, их главный жрец традиционно носит шапку с изображением головы собаки, что сильно напоминает головной убор дедули Гарпа. А ещё примечателен тот факт, что Драгона и Кальгару озвучивает один сейю Hidekatsu Shibata! Зная тенденцию Ванпис, это может оказаться больше, чем просто совпадением.

Параллельно с этой теорией я могу предположить, что Драгон может и не являться непосредственно представителем расы шандийцев, но при этом может быть связан с ними какими-то общими делами революционной армии. Ведь татуировки появились на его лице не сразу, а после каких-то определенных событий. Возможно, связанных с делами на Небесном острове. Ведь когда Мугивары прибывают на Небесный остров, пожилая леди с фотоаппаратом при Небесных Вратах спрашивала у них, являются ли прибывшие туристами (sightseeing) или воителями (fighters). Это значит, что Скайпию посещают не только туристы, а, возможно, и люди с иными целями, визита, например, революционеры.

К тому же я обратила внимание, что базуки и пистолеты шандийцев имеют очень узнаваемый дизайн оружия жителей Синего моря, и, скорее всего, также имеют кремниевое устройство, усиленное действием ракуш. А мы знаем две главные организации, хоть и имеющие кардинально разные цели, но связанные с оборотом оружия — революционная армия и… криминальная организация Джокера, то есть, снова Дофламинго. Это вполне может означать, что кто-то из них вполне мог поставлять небесным повстанцам оружие, исходя из каких-то своих, неясных нам пока, планов. Потому что сами скайпийцы подобным оружием практически не пользуются, хотя явно умеют с ним обращаться, судя по боевым навыкам обращения с Burn Bazooka милой Конис.

Далее, у меня много очень вопросов по поводу бога Энеля. Но о нем сложно строить теории, не до конца не представляя, в чем именно состоял изначальный конфликт жителей Неба и Земли, какие Энель преследовал цели, пытаясь сбросить Скайпию и все небесные острова с “незаконно” занимаемых ими мест (по его словам). Каковы вообще были его мотивы и причины уничтожать небесные острова.

Однако, я практически уверена, что это как-то связано с Мариджоа. Во-первых, Энель является обладателем на редкость мощного фрукта (логии, а, возможно, даже мифического Зоана божества грома Райдзин). Ведь на Небесных островах фруктовиков практически нет. А может и нет вовсе, не считая его самого и пары животных, которые также явно не местные изначально.

К тому же Энель не имеет крыльев, хотя является биркийцем (бирканцем). Каким образом он их лишился мы пока не знаем, но, возможно, это как-то связано с уничтожением его родного острова (Энелем ли? Это также вопрос). Тут должна отметить, что и загадочный монах Арудж аналогично похож на биркийца, исходя из изображений трёх крылатых рас на лунной фреске. А с этим, остающимся до сих пор нераскрытым, представителем Сверхновых явно еще будет какая-то важная история насчёт притеснения и истребления рас и народов персонами, называющими себя богами. И, судя по тому, как Энель устраивает игры на выживание среди скайпийцев по подобию тех игр, что устраивали ради забавы тенрьюбито, уничтожая под корень различные расы, он, вероятно, должен об этом знать не понаслышке. Ну и вообще, хочу сказать, что его история в целом, чем-то напоминает своими образами и символизмом “Потерянный рай” Джона Мильтона. Где падший ангел бросает вызов Богу.

И тут начинается самая интересная для меня часть анализа.

Кого на острове Скайпия зовут Богом? Хоть уже и бывшим?

Ган фола.

А кто у нас, как известно, в мире Ван Пис считается богами? Тенрьюбито.

У Гана Фола также нет крыльев. И он явно не скайпиец. И вообще не из небесного народа.

Он явно назначен кем-то исполнять там роль бога. То есть, он буквально наместник богов на Скайпии, и сам себя называет наёмником.

Ну и, самое интересное, какой же образ выбрал Ода для этого персонажа???

Узнаваемый образ Дон Кихота из книги Сервантеса. Естественно, у меня тут же сложилось отчётливое впечатление, что он ... Донкихот.

Ну, то есть, мне буквально кажется, что это абсолютно прямой намёк Оды на то, что Ган Фолл может быть представителем семейства Донкихот! Ведь не случайно в сюжете уже появился Дофламинго, и мы услышали его фамилию! А после этого мы внезапно видим настолько очевидно узнаваемый образ из массовой культуры нового персонажа с неясным прошлым.

Ведь Ган Фолл обладает почти всеми особенностями этой злополучной семьи. (Не берём в расчет Доффи). Ган Фолл также немного не от мира сего, и его аналогично, по какой-то причине, тянет к обычной мирной жизни простого человека, о чем он сам и говорит, сообщая что добровольно отказался от титула бога.

Он называет себя Рыцарем неба (возможно ли, что он один из святых рыцарей, как и преподобный Фигарланд?) И, разумеется, он прекрасно осведомлен про Ди.

Ну и в нем, при желании, можно даже увидеть некоторое внешнее сходство с Донкихот Хомингом.

Тут я снова вспомню возможную причастность Дофламинго к появлению синеморского оружия на Скайпии, только пока не знаю, как это все можно связать в единое целое, чтобы не выглядело притянутым за уши.

Что ж.. Могу сказать, что Скайпия однозначно недооцененная некоторыми фанатами и невероятно значимая для сюжета Ван Пис арка. Очень многое в ней остаётся пока непонятным — до раскрытия Одой основных загадок истории Потерянного века, поэтому я думаю, что Скайпию однозначно нужно будет пересмотреть и перечитать, когда все встанет на свои места. Уверена, нас ещё многое удивит в ней после этого.

П.С. А ещё меня очень удивил вид королевства Лвниил из истории Монблана Ноланда. Эта локация в Норт Блу оказалась удивительно знакомой по флешбеку Ло. На этом острове остановились Кора с Ло, когда узнали информацию о точном местоположении фрукта Опе-опе от Дофламинго. Место, где Ло окончательно и бесповоротно стало хуже. Место, где обозначилось роковое направление их совместного пути к его завершению.

Это ещё раз доказывает, насколько живой, дышащий и пронизанный многочисленными переплетающимися связями мир, придуманный Одой. Королевство, исторически являющееся местом позорной казни (а ведь как похоже ее исполнение на казнь Гол Д. Роджера) великого врунишки Ноланда, который на самом деле никогда не был никаким лжецом, стало и местом поворотного и решающего момента в судьбах Ло и Росинанта, добросердечного и бескорыстного человека, который был вынужден стать лжецом с множеством масок, разделившим “пёструю судьбу” Ло и отдавшим свою жизнь на спасение умирающего мальчика, несущего бремя загадочного инициала Ди.

Как же всё это впечатляет.

#one piece #one piece meta #my thoughts #one piece analysis #skypiea #donquixote family #mont blanc noland #skypiea arc #skypiea analysis #long reads

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Ortho - Wish Upon A Star

“What do you wish for, Yuu?

Ortho knew that technically Grim had used the Wishing Star accounted for him and Yuu by the headmage. And technically, Ortho wasn’t actually a Stargazer, so he really shouldn’t be gathering Wishing Stars without his brother. And technically all of the Wishing Stars should have been hung and accounted for on the tree two days ago.

But technically, the Wishing Star he had just given Yuu was technically for one student, who just so happened to have thrown it across the courtyard when Ortho and Idia (admittedly, more so Ortho) demanded he make a wish and hand over his Wishing Star. By that logic, Ortho was actually doing a good thing—making sure all the Wishing Stars were shining with wishes for the Starsending. It would be an atrocious waste if the Wishing Star never shone with a wish.

Crowley would be absolutely pleased by Ortho’s benevolent logic!

Yuu spun the dark Wishing Star between her fingers. Ortho was almost upset he hadn’t thought to help her design her own version of the Starsending robes like he and Idia had with his gear. It served a bigger purpose than just a fashion statement, but it was almost sad that the only festive piece Yuu had was a thin scarf with a starry pattern wrapped around her neck. She wasn’t an official Stargazer, but she had worked just as hard with Deuce to collect Wishing Stars.

“I gave my Wishing Star to Grim,” Yuu said. She extended the Wishing Star to Ortho. “Why don’t you use it for your wish instead?”

Ortho shook his head. Instead of taking the star back, he curled her fingers around it just tight enough to keep the sharper ends of the star from poking her. “I already made my wish where Trey and Deuce could hear it, so that counts! You haven’t had a chance to make any wish at all.”

Yuu’s mouth pursed, but she took back the Wishing Star without a fuss. She twirled it between her fingers again. Behind her, the other students on campus gathered around the Ancient Tree. Most of them stared up at the darkening sky with dubious expressions, but a few didn’t appear very concerned at all. They watched Deuce, Trey, and Idia get into their positions under the tree, Idia mostly hiding behind the large drum while Deuce and Trey stood on either side of him. Ortho would have to run across campus to the launch pad if he waited much longer, but he didn’t want to leave without Yuu’s Wishing Star.

“I wish...” Yuu paused. Her eyebrows came together like she was having a difficult time actually thinking of a wish. “Are you sure you don’t want to light it up with your wish? There’s not much I can think about wishing for.”

Ortho stubbornly shook his head. “What’s important to me is having Idia’s wish come true, and I have his Wishing Star right here.” Ortho patted the small compartment of his hip where he kept all the Wishing Stars. Once he reached the right altitude, he would release them into space. “No more stalling. Make a wish!”

Yuu’s mouth puckered more. She carefully cupped the star between her hands and lifted it to her face. Ortho knew it was probably a little rude of him to lean in closer to hear her whispered voice, but he wasn’t a saint. He really wanted to know what Yuu wished for.

“I wish...for everyone to find their happily ever after.”

The Wishing Star glowed brightly between her cupped fingers. She held it out to Ortho again, her face becoming a faint red. Ortho happily accepted her star and placed it securely in his hip compartment. He puffed out his chest and pumped one fist into the air. “I’m gonna make sure everyone’s wishes come true!”

The red tint in Yuu’s face darkened a bit more, but she smiled at his promise. She pumped her fist to hover next to his. “Show that storm it can’t stop us!”

Ortho giggled despite the angered thrum of thunder that challenged them. With a final wave, he took off across the campus to the sports field. He patted his hip compartment every few steps.

He was getting these Wishing Stars into the sky, and no whale of a cloud could stop him!

#twisted wonderland #ortho shroud #twstober #day 1 wish

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rejectclone · 7 months

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I’ve been on a huge Splatoon kick for MONTHS at this point, so I’ve finally decided to make a Coroika-like OC team! Because since they’re kinda Coroika themed, they have two names, so they’re either named after their gear OR have a codename they use while battling! 🎨🔫

🦑💙🌀 Low-Vis AKA Reject 🌀💙🦑

* Female inkling, she/her

* Natural ink color is is a bright turquoise, which is almost blinding when it’s caught in bright sunlight

* Hairstyle is the iconic Hippie cut, and she’s never changed it in her entire life

* Noticeable facial feature is some near-constant dark circles under her eye mask, even though she does get a full night’s worth of sleep every day. Additionally, the shaping of her eye mask is quite odd, as it’s almost shaped like a pair of sunglasses and is ‘flat’ on top, akin to a straight line

* Sloshing Machine main, secondaries Octobrush (biased towards Sloshers and Brushes + Rollers in general, and they absolutely LOATHE Splatlings and Blasters)

* Hails from Inkopolis, born and raised there for their entire childhood and young adult years

* They’re a indie sofubi artist who moved into Splatsville to sell her original (ancient human culture inspired) sofubi figures to some solid success so far. She does make ends meet by working at Grizz Co., but she has been making good money with her tendency to win small Anarchy tournaments at a good rate

* S+ ranker, pretty big Splat Zones and Tower Control fan, but does enjoy playing Turf incredibly causally

* Leader of the team and is a excellent all-rounder type player, but tends to be a bad sore loser though when suffering from multiple losses in one day, ESPECIALLY after getting a real bad pull from the Shell-Out Machine *cough* pulling a meal ticket *cough*

🐙💗🎛 Aux Box AKA Spare 🎛💗🐙

* Male Octoling, he/him

* Natural ink color is a soft light pink, almost cotton candy-like

* Hairstyle is the Afro cut, but he does have a small X shaped scar on the back of it

* Noticeable facial feature is that due to years of using his favorite main weapon, there is a noticeable ‘dent’ below his right eye socket, on top of his eye mask. Additionally, there are faint scars on top of his knuckles, due to how often his fingers would hit the backside of the trigger guard….. plus getting into occasional fist fights with other competitors

* ONE-TRICK E-Liter 4K Scope main, as he refuses to secondary anything (you’d have to literally kill him to make him just TOUCH any other non-special weapon)

* Hails from Splatville, as he was born and raised there his entire life, amongst other incredibly lucky Octolings whose families dodged being forced to fight in the Great Turf War. Hence, his appearance and demeanor is radically different when compared to Octolings who were in Octavio’s army and defected, and he also seems to be totally disinterested in learning more about his culture’s history

* Once projected to be the next breakout Turf War star in the world, he had suddenly became spiteful in playing that mode and began to dominate Anarchy instead. He seems to be very closed off when being asked why he changed his initial goal in life, and becomes easily agitated when pressed even further on it

* X-Ranker, VERY BIG Rainmaker + Clam Blitz fan and he still absolutely crushes it in Splat Zones and Tower Control

* Second member to join the team, as he was impressed by Low-Vis’ prowess in a random Splatfest match, and was shockingly open to making a causal team, although he does overtake the leadership role every one in awhile (and he does rule with a iron fist, either to incredibly positive success or devastating failure)

🐙💜🌫 Yamagiri AKA Haze 🌫💜🐙

* Female Octoling, she/her

* Natural ink color is a bright lavender, but she can also turn it into a deeper red, essentially on-command

* Hair style is a mixture between the ‘traditional’ Octarian hair cut, and the Pony cut

* Noticeable facial feature is that oddly enough, her eye’s sclera are still tinted green. Additionally, she wears black eyeliner on top of her naturally purple eye mask, to try to fit in more amongst other Inkfish

* Mains Splatana Stamper, secondaries Octo Shot (the LEGITIMATE REAL thing, not at all the replica version)

* Hails from Inkopolis square, but she initially came from Octo Valley and moved into Splatsville for a fresher start in rebuilding up her life

* A former Octarian Army member, she has become disillusioned by the actions of her past and now deeply craves normalcy, once she heard the Calamari Inkantation

* Diehard Tableturf player, as she has a near-complete collection of every card that’s in active play and is a very tough competitor to beat. She makes a living off of the thrill of buying card packs and selling off the rares and secret rares she pulls, and does box set unboxing streams (although she only shows her hands when opening up the card packs, and even wears gloves when she does it to help obscure the shape of her fingertips)

* Third player to join the team, as she genuinely dislikes playing Turf or Anarchy, but does do it for the extra money and tickets at least, as she’s also addicted to the Shell-Out Machine, just like Low-Vis

🦑💛🎣 Paintball AKA Delta 🎣💛🦑

* Male inkling, he/they

* Natural ink color is a muddy yellow, but it can clear up to a more bolder yellow when they’re submerged in other Inkfishes’ ‘cleaner’ yellow ink.

* Hair style is the Spiky-Haired cut, but sometimes he does change it to the Buzz-Cut by just shaving off the spikes on top

* Noticeable facial feature is that the fangs on their beak are so long, that they peek through their lips, essentially causing them to have their mouth always agape so it doesn’t hurt as much. Additionally, their upper arms/upper legs/shoulders/back has some odd looking birthmarks, almost as if his natural biological ink is bleeding through his skin, and is dripping down their entire backside?……

* Krak-On Roller main, secondaries Explosher but on incredibly rare occasions

* Hails from Inkopolis Square?….. not even he himself is sure.

* Supposedly suffers from retrograde amnesia, as they lurk around Splatville at ‘dead’ hours, seemingly just ‘observing’ what’s going on in the area, with a almost dazed expression. It’s unknown where he even lives, as he’s almost always found at the Grizz Co building

* Profreshional Overfisher, as they’re UTTERLY OBSESSED with working at Grizz Co, as he works well over his usual full-time shifts to the point where the company had to tell him to literally go on vacation due to legal reasons. It is said that when out on the job, his normally dazed and meek behavior is RADICALLY changed to a more strict and intimidating aura, almost as if they’re a whole other person?…..

* Last member to join the team, as they are horrifically shy amongst others and is seemingly too scared to use his Kraken special for some odd reason?….. It is a miracle how Yamagiri managed to coax him into joining the team, as she does see potential in having a high ranking Salmon Runner who is INCREDIBLY acutely aware of his surroundings, when in the heat of battle

#these are just some very basic overall details for them! I haven’t decided on the rest of their gear (clothing + shoes) yet lol #I’ll definitely workshop them more later AND I want to explore more on their backgrounds and what species of IRL squid/octopus they are!#Splatoon #my silly cephalopods #yeah that’s going to be the O/C tag for them #vinyl scratching

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47 for icemav?

Thanks so much for sending a number! I hope you like this one, it was tough to write. I haven't done sad in a while . . .

#47: I would give up anything to see you again

Maverick cleared his throat roughly. “So, the mission was a success. Site destroyed, everyone back on the ship, three enemy fifth gen fighters shot down.” He dropped his gaze, rocking back and forth on his heels. “There were some . . . complications. Bradley ran out of flares on the way back. I covered him with the cobra maneuver. I know, I know,” a small and rueful smile split his face, “that’s too dangerous. And it was. I took out the missile locked on him but another one got me.”

The silence following his words was deafening. “I had to. You know I had to. Bradley needed me and I –” Maverick’s voice broke. “There was no way he was going down when I was still in the air. He was my wingman. And I don’t leave my wingman behind.” Maverick scrubbed a tear off of his cheek, a muscle clenching in his jaw.

“Landing was hell. Hit my head funny and blacked out for a minute. I got lucky and landed near the enemy base. There was a helicopter out to find my landing site. That would have been the end of me,” Maverick chuckled darkly, “but Bradley wouldn’t go back to the carrier. He defied direct orders from command and circled back. Shot the helicopter clean out of the sky. His first air combat kill.”

Maverick glanced up at the sky. His stomach twisted as he registered the familiar blue/grey color. “He was shot down right after that. So that’s two F-18s lost, the other two with frames bent all to hell from the climb out. Do you think Cyclone will deduct that from my paycheck?” He tried to laugh but didn’t quite manage. “I saw his chute, so I ran to him. Bradley was fine, just a little banged up, nothing major. We infiltrated the base and they had a Tomcat gassed up and ready to go. Just like old times.” The ancient creases around his eyes deepened as a genuine smile bloomed.

“Somehow we got it in the air. Everything in the back was gone, so we were flying blind, and I took out the landing gear on takeoff from the taxiway because the runway was bombed. There was a roving patrol we had to deal with, too.” This time Maverick’s laugh succeeded and warmth lit up his face. “God, it felt good. Nothing I’ve ever flown has ever felt like a Tomcat in a dogfight.”

Maverick was lost in thought for a long minute. He chewed on the inside of his cheek and closed his eyes, steeling himself, as deep grief settled on his face. “I finally talked to Bradley. About the Academy, and Carole, and everything else. He was angry, of course, but not in the same way as before. I think we’re finally getting somewhere. Maybe . . . maybe this is the start of something new. He’s grown so much since then, and I wish I – but maybe there’s a place for me in his life going forward now. And that’ll be enough.”

He wiped his face again, needing several deep breaths before he could talk again. “I didn’t think I was coming back. As soon as Cyclone made me team leader, I knew that was my fate. On the carrier, going through pre-flight, choosing the team, I knew it was the end. It was finally my time. But now,” Maverick blinked fast to clear his eyes, “now I’m not so sure. Somehow, I’m still here. I would give up anything to see you again, but you were right. I hate how you’re always right.”

A sob burst out of Maverick’s mouth. He bit at his fist to fight back the sound, but his shoulders shook with the force of his tears. “You should be here. Why was I the one to come back, why am I still alive?” There was no answer in the light breeze that stirred his hair, as soft as a lover’s touch.

“I gotta go. Bradley’s having me over tonight. We have a lot of catching up to do.” With trembling hands, Maverick leaned down and touched the smooth white stone. He laid a challenge coin on top. “Bates gave me this. He figured you already had several of these old Tomcat coins, but what’s one more for the collection?” Maverick snorted wetly and then sighed. “I love you, Ice. And I’ll be seeing you, though I guess not as soon as I thought.”

#wordsonamission writes #top gun: maverick #top gun fic #pete maverick mitchell

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ldouble · 1 year

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More To It | Bucky Barnes x Reader

summary: a heart to heart with Bucky at the Wilson household

You can’t help the smile you hide behind your cup of coffee. It’s been a long time since you’ve seen such pure joy. It’s so close you could reach out and touch it. But if you make any sudden movement you’re scared to interrupt whatever battle is occurring.

AJ and Cass voice their actions with whooshes and grunts. The thing inspiring the imaginative play is far from a toy...and yet they share it like every mother hopes their kids would.

The shield looks out of place in the house. Then again, the boys aren’t in the house. They’re in war.

If only they knew.

A quick retreat on the boys’ part raises your brow. What could’ve gone wrong in their play to send them packing?

Only the movement of the enemy. Who you hear conveniently sigh.

It’s a sound you’ve heard plenty of times. Still, it somehow brightens your grin.

“Don’t fret. I gave the ok.” You round the corner with a small nod to the weapon. It sits, spilling half out of the ancient bag it lives in. It glimmers despite it being ditched haphazardly. It’s always had that effect, you guess.

Your eyes flutter away from the shield. It’s not you job to stare at it in deep thought. It’s Bucky’s.

As if he knew you were thinking of him, you catch him looking up at you. All you want to do is return the look - one of so much love - but you can’t. It’s time to talk business.

He catches your tone without you saying anything and in seconds his smile dissipates. He chips a little bit away at you every time he does that. When he hides himself.

“It’s not a toy.” He mumbles, sitting up. His dog tags move with him and immediately your hands goes to where yours once sat. You parted with them long ago.

You clear your throat. “And yet it toys with you all day.”

He grumbles, his non-metal hand running over his face. “What are you talking about?”

“Just how you see Steve in the red and white and the oceans you crossed together in the blue.”

Bucky stops - squatting in a half sitting down and half standing up. The blanket begins to fall and you’re grateful as he readjusts. There’s too much going on and that’s without him in his boxers.

“Stop-”

“It’s metal, Bucky. And you let it get to you more than your arm does.”

He flexes is vibranium fingers at the mention of them. While his eyes flare and his knuckles make a fist so tight you’re sure the metal itself turns white, you’re not afraid.

You haven’t been afraid for a long time. While it’s not as strong as it once way, the love - at least the feeling of not hating - is always between you. It’s not sleepless nights and stolen kisses or even hugs you never want to let go of anymore. But it’s strong. Stronger than anything.

At least you hope so. Or this conversation is gonna hurt you a lot more than it’s gonna hurt him.

Bucky catches your glance at his hand and he immediately tucked it under the blanket. He would never. He knew that. And he really needs you to know it too. He just doesn’t want to say it.

“I’m sorry.”

Bucky looks up at your sudden apology and honestly you’re just as shocked. It tumbled out. It always did. You were sorry for so much in his life.

“It’s all I’ve got left.” Bucky turns toward the windows, continuing the conversation you suddenly halted.

“That’s not true.” You find yourself stepping toward him but you stop yourself. The same way you don’t need him half dressed, you don’t need to touch him. A light burns between you two. You’re both a spark and one wrong move...boom.

“It’s not.” You gulp. “And you know that.”

Bucky considers you, leaning back into the couch. You see the gears turning in his head. It’s a mirror image as you both try to work one another out without getting too close.

Close scares him. It’s the reason you got here after him. The reason you slept in the guest bedroom. The reason you woke up and had coffee by yourself. The reason you stand as far away as you can without letting go.

It’s how you live your life.

And you can’t stand watching him live his in control of a pice of weaponry. It’s behavior of his old life. He left that. He knew that. So why couldn’t you two be together and get past it?

You shake the thought out of your head. This isn’t about you.

And this shield isn’t about him.

You open your mouth to tell him this but you look up to see him staring at you. Something tells you that you don’t have to say it. He knows. He knows it all. Whatever anger caused him to snap is gone.

You kick the shield gently, sliding it closer to him, in a peace offering. It’s not need as you already see that he’s forgotten you bombarding him first thing in the morning.

“With a little practice, I think the boys could toss this around just like you did back in the day.” You step on it, flipping the shield up to your arm before glancing across the room. “All you need is a partner. And I think we both know where the boys get it.”

Bucky turns, hiding his smile. You don’t need to see it to know it’s there. And what it means.

"Don’t let it make up your own mind.” You say as you set it down to lean against the wall. “Or else I’m giving it to the boys.”

“Then what’s supposed to take up all the hours in the day?”

You’ve turned around at this point and you’re grateful. Despite the amount of humor and sarcasm you throw to ensure you don’t get too close, Bucky always seems to pull you back in.

“I guess you’ll just have to find something else to worry over.”

“Or someone.”

You look at him over your shoulder and decide it’s your turn to cut the distance. “Or someone.” You repeat with a tap on the wall as your exit.

#Bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #x reader #marvel #tfatws #sam wislon #bucky barnes one shot #one shot

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