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soft-mafia · 5 months

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Very Wrong Place, and VERY Wrong Time

warnings: nsfw, oc insert, fem reader, smut, VERY risky sex, established relationship, fingering, daddy kink, Buggy detaching his dick, kind of short, not really proof read

a/n: I’m backkkk I’ve finally came out of hibernation and burnout and I decided to whip up sometime spicy

Buggy still couldn’t believe that Y/n was on a lower level than he was. I mean, he was glad he hadn’t been freezing his butt off in level 5, but how was his girlfriend’s bounty higher than his?! What the hell did she even do?! It wasn’t fair, and frankly, emasculating. That all wouldn’t matter though as soon as they got out of here. Buggy was running up the staircase to level 2, with Y/n, and Mr. 3 in tow.

Galdino had to make one of his wax boxes for them to hide in until all of the beasts cleared out of the way.. which proved to be longer than initially thought. “Why the hell are they just sitting around?!” Buggy growled in a whisper, looking through a little peep hole. “We can wait until they’re asleep, then we can run.” Y/n suggested. “No way. That’s too risky, they’d wake up to a pin drop there’s no way all three of us are getting past them.” Mr. 3 replied.

“I can fight them off. I can keep them distracted while you two can run-” Y/n started, but Buggy quickly interjected.

“WHAT?! There’s no way in hell I’m letting you do that!” He growled, looking down at her. She furrowed her brows and squinted at him, “‘Letting’ me?”

He pressed his lips together, breaking a nervous sweat before looking back out through the peep hole, “Uh— let’s just wait for them to go away. There’s no harm in waiting, all of the guards are busy somewhere else anyway..” he gulped. Y/n sighed and leaned against the wax wall.

They had been sitting there for what seemed like forever. Galdino had taken a nap, Buggy was leaned against the wall, and Y/n rested on his chest, nestled between his legs. One hand rested on her waist while the other was gently brushing his fingers back and forth on her cheek, occasionally messing with her hair. It felt so nice to hold her in his arms after all of this mess, to have her cuddled up to him like the old times.

She moved her head up to rest against the crook of his neck, her hands coming up to rest on his chest. He swallowed quietly, perhaps he was a little pent up from being in this prison, or a bit frustrated from all of the bullshit he had to go through, but the way Y/n was rubbing up on him right now was making him antsy. He gently put his hand on her jaw and tilted her head up, placing a kiss on her lips, it was such a relief, like getting a sip of cold, fresh water after a good run. She looked up at him with her big eyes. “You ok, baby?” He asked quietly, softly, his words ghosting against her lips.

“Yeah.” She whispered back at him, hands moving up to hold his shoulders. “You’re so warm. I haven’t held you like this in so long..” He chuckled quietly, giving her another kiss, holding her jaw, his other hand moves lower down her body, down her hip, fingers moving into the hem of her pants, “Captain- not here.” Y/n whispered, looking over to where Galindo was napping. “Come on he’s sleeping!!” Buggy hissed, “Just a quickie, please!” He squeezed her hip, a pleading look in his eye.

“F-Fine.” Y/n bit her lip, moving back to straddle Buggy’s lap, she kissed Buggy’s bottom lip then looked back up at him, “Let’s hope he’s a heavy sleeper.”

Buggy grinned before pulling her in for a sloppy kiss, “Oh Y/n, you beautiful, beautiful girl.” He whispered, pulling her pants down below her hips along with her panties, “Be quiet for me?” He smirked. Y/n nodded and bit her bottom lip, watching Buggy detach his hand so his fingers could toy with her clit easily, she buried her face into his neck again to stifle her moans, whimpering against his skin, making him shutter and let out a soft breath, “Atta girl.” He kissed the side of her head, moving his fingers back and forth, his palm cupping over her pussy as he got her clit nice and wet, “Yeah, I know you’ve missed me.” He smirked, gently slapping her ass with his free hand, then rubbing soft circles around the area.

“Look at how wet you are for me, such a little slut, ready for my cock huh?” He teased, whispering in her ear as he continued to toy with her clit. Y/n let out a muffled whimper while grinding against Buggy’s finger, her hips moving on their own to get more pleasure, twitching and trembling. Buggy’s free hand moved to pull the hem of his pants down, low enough to where he could free his hard, throbbing cock, his thick blue pubic hair was a fluffy mess, “Gotta stay quiet for me, ok?” Buggy whispered to her again, before slowly guiding her hips onto his member.

Y/n had to squeeze her hand over her mouth to stifle her noises, his cock was thick, it had been so long since he’s fucked her she’s forgotten how girthy he was. Buggy grunted softly under his breath at the way she clenched around him on impact, “Shhh shh, relax.” He whispered, rubbing her back gently with one hand as he slowly eased her down to the base with the other, “There we go.” He grunted, then swiftly pulled Y/n’s hand away from her mouth so he could replace it with his lips.

As he moved her up and down on his cock, silently yet rhythmically, their lips molded together, sucking on the other like they were each other’s life support. Y/n’s hands slung around his shoulders, she moved her hips while bouncing on his cock.

He groaned quietly into the kiss, letting his penis detach so he could get deeper into her, hitting all of her sweet spots, letting her whimper into his mouth, “Fuck I missed this.” He growled into the kiss, giving her ass another gently slap, gripping onto her hips as he thrusted his cock deeper into her. “Ah..~ Captain..” Y/n moaned, their eyes locked for a moment before their lips locked again. Buggy had to make sure to keep her quiet, to make sure they could get away with this for as long as possible, but to also hurry it up to save himself from the embarrassment. His new friend wasn’t going to be napping forever, after all.

Buggy groaned, letting Y/n rest her head against his chest to stifle her noises while he leaned his head back and grit his teeth, picking up his speed, perfectly concealed within Y/n’s walls whenever he would thrust deep. He kept her steady, feeling her trembling and twitching beneath his grasp just urged him to keep going, the feeling of her trembling on his cock made him go crazy, closer to orgasm. “Captain.. I-I’m gonna cum.” She whispered breathily.

“Do it.” Buggy growled softly, commanding her to spill her juices on him, even though he loved her to bits, he was still her captain. Y/n arched her back, biting down on her bottom lip as she came, her walls clenching and fluttering around him, a sweet feeling between her legs as her pussy squeezed around his fat cock. Buggy smirked, that helpless look of orgasm on her face made him feel pride, he was really the only man who can ever see Y/n like this after all.

“That’s my girl, now let daddy do his work.” Buggy chuckled hoarsely, gripping her hips, his fingers gripping into her ass, he groaned deeply at the feeling as his cock moved in and out, he knew he had to be quick as he could hear the faint slapping noises grow louder. Y/n was still fluttering around him, still trembling on him, he grunted behind grit teeth as he tilted his head back again, beads of sweat running down his forehead and smearing his makeup.

He growled, then buried his mouth into the top of Y/n’s head to stifle a guttural grunt before releasing his thick load deep into Y/n’s pussy. They both panted heavily, Buggy was drenched in sweat and seeing stars. Y/n was leaning against him, still trembling, holding onto his slightly damp prison shirt, he smoothly pulled his cock out of Y/n and attached it back to his body, pulling up his pants shortly after. “Ahhh.. that felt so much better.” Buggy groaned, forgetting to whisper which led to Y/n quickly covering his mouth, pulling her pants up with her other hand, he did the same thing— although his hand was placed over top of Y/n’s.

“Shut up!! He’s still sleeping and we’re a fucking mess!” Y/n hissed at him, her cheeks still flushed from sex. “Sorry! Sorry!” Buggy croaked, his words muffled by her hand slapped over his mouth.

They both glanced over at Mr. 3, who was thankfully still asleep. They both sighed quietly in relief. Y/n fanned herself with her hand, “This is awful.. they had no showers here in the first place now I’m even more sticky thanks to you.” Y/n’s complaints couldn’t help but make Buggy chortle, he leaned back against the wax wall with his arms behind his head, tufts of fluffy blue pit hair peeking out from his torn sleeves, “Oh don’t be such a drama queen. I promise I’ll run you a cold little bath once we get back to the Big Top.” Y/n gently slapped him on the chest, “Put your arms down, your pits stink.” She frowned at him, putting a hand over her own face. “Don’t talk to me like that when you’re sitting there full of my cum you little brat!” Buggy snapped loudly, which earned a small groan from Galindo across the box.

Y/n and Buggy both turned to look at him with wide eyes as he stirred awake. “How long was I asleep? Are the beasts gone—“ he quickly covered his nose, “Buggy put your arms down, we’ve talked about this!!”

Buggy growled and sat up straight, “YOU GUYS ARE SERIOUSLY JERKS!!!!”

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talas-starlight · 2 months

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Scarred Spirits - Zuko x fem!reader (pt.7)

Summary: reactions from team avatar when they find out your ozais assassin

warning: mentions of scars, not very happy gaang, mean katara!, angst

masterlist: here!

most previous part: here! (all other parts can be found in my masterlist!)

authors note! hello!! idk if anyone will be reading this but if you are welcome!! i haven't posted to this series in YEARS so please forgive me as I'm very rusty at writing but please enjoy!

Unified screams erupted upon Appa. “YOU’RE WHAT!”

“Aang what have you done! You literally let a murderer on Appa! She’s going to kill all of us! Katara was right, and I can’t believe I ignored her.”

“I KNEW IT! Quickly Aang, land Appa and let’s get her off!”

Unable to take it anymore, Toph lost her cool. “Can you knuckle heads shut up! I highly doubt that she will kill us, why the hell would she listen to you guys fighting all the time when she could end her misery by taking you out.”

Reality hitting Sokka and Katara, they finally piped down, allowing Toph to continue.

“Look, what you said is highly questionable. I’m not saying that I trust you, but you’re going to have to give us more information than that or else I’ll throw you off myself. Got it?”

You sighed. At least someone in the group had more sense. “Yeah, of course. What would you like to know?”

“Well for starters a name would be great. Oh and maybe, I don’t know, how and why you’re the Fire Lords Assassin?!”

You almost wanted to pull Katara’s braid for the irritating look of satisfaction on her face. “Right okay… well my name is y/n. uhhh and I was forced to become his assassin when he caught me after I broke into the palace three years ago.”

“That’s it?! Nuh uh lady. I know he’s the Fire Lord and had done some awful things but why would he do that to a child?! You’re either lying or somethings still missing.”

There was a lot to weigh up. To suddenly reveal everything about you would be too much and would get you thrown off Appa anyway. Yet to reveal nothing wouldn’t let you gain enough trust to even last a day. Leaving you to share the one thing you knew so little about yourself that you didn’t care if they knew and hopefully enough of a miserable, pitying tale that they’d let you off the hook for the time being.

“My parents aren’t in my life, they never were. I don’t know who they were or why they did it. All I had was my trainer, Zemin. In his time, he was the most notorious Assassin in the entire Fire Nation and when he retired, he never took on any students to carry on his legacy - if you could even call it that. Every other trainer was ecstatic because this meant that their students would earn the most bounties. Until there was me. I don’t know why he took me in… he just said that he found me as in infant and regretfully took me from an islands rocky shore maybe to sell me off somewhere. I suppose he realised he could make even more money from me if he trained me until I could pay off debt for him raising me. I did the one thing assassins could do, kill. All the money I ever earned from each bounty went straight to him. Luckily enough, I learned quickly, and I got to my final payment when I was 13, then he would have set me free.”

Horrified, Aang couldn’t believe what he was hearing. There was nothing like this in the Air Temples growing up. “Luckily enough?! How in any universe is that lucky!”

“Most assassins in the Fire Nation, and others, are stuck paying off their guardians or trainers well into their adulthood. Because of… certain tactics and advantages, I became quite popular if you could put it that way and most of the people, I had to take care of were…” Halting, you knew that if you verbally said some lives are worth more than others, Aang would probably go into cardiac arrest.

“Well, some had more people wanting them gone so the bounty was higher.”

“How does this have anything to do with you working for the fire lord! I don’t see why Zemin would let you go if you were doing so much for him.”

Your strength was fading. You hated yourself for how much you scretly enjoyed having people around that weren’t as idealistic as those in the Fire Nation. “He didn’t. I got an anonymous mission to take out a high general in the palace. So high, that it was going to be enough for me to finish my debt.” After not being met with screams you felt reassured to continue…. they seem to be taking this well…

You took a deep breath. Here goes nothing. “On my way out, I got caught in the middle of an Agni Kai. The fire lord wasn’t too pleased I killed one of his generals or interfered with punishing his son. Yet somehow in his psychopathic mind he saw it as an opportunity to pledge my allegiance to him.”

The silence amongst the group was short lived.

“YOU MEAN ZUKO?”

“YOU KILLED SOMEONE.”

“AND YOU ACCEPTED?”

You scrunched your face. Maybe this was a bad idea to tell them. But it was too late to go back. “Yes, it was Prince Zuko in the Agni Kai, that’s how he got his scar. Yes, Aang I did kill the general, but to be fair I haven’t killed anyone since then… And Katara if you were being tortured every day for 8 months, I’m sure you would wear down too.”

The waterbender was unsatisfied with your answer. “Unbelievable! Of course, you did! Everyone has a choice in this world, and you chose the fire lord. You’re nothing but a coward.”

“My life was on the line! You don’t know anything about me.”

“Oh please, y/n. I do. I know everything! Sure, you were raised to assassinate others, but you can’t expect me to believe you didn’t know what you were doing when you were standing before Ozai. I would have stayed in a life of suffering than go with him.” Shaking her head, she pierces you with a disgusted look, “You’re no better than Ozai. No better than Azula.”

As Appa continued to glide through the ever-ending expanse of the sky, it seemed nothing could break the suffocating tension that encompassed everyone upon his saddle.

Toph was the only one to speak up. “Didn’t you hear her Katara? She hasn’t killed anyone since then! She’s surviving. If you ask me… she’s braver than any of us, you never know what could have happened to her if she got caught not actually killing her targets!”

Irritated Katara only grumbled, turning away while leaving the two boys to think about how they felt about you. Despite giving them answers, they still had so many questions.

It was undeniably clear that Katara has made her mind up about you, and you were sure everyone else was the same despite the earth benders attempts at comforting you. Hence, as you sat there across from the four of them, you were the first to break eye contact, turning your head to the side as you searched for something to focus on out there in the sky. Bird, a cloud, anything. You didn’t have the heart, the courage, to argue against what she said.

Unknown to you, Aang shuffled closer to you scared that his angry friend might hear him going towards you. His words only just loud enough to hear above the wind he whispered to you… “Its okay y/n. I don’t really understand what you’ve done or what you’ve been through but when youre ready.. you can tell us.

That was the first time your heart ignited a comforting warmth.

As Appas soft paws skilfully landing on the hard earth, you felt your heart drop inside you. What do I do now? Mind racing through all the possibilities, Toph seemed to have decided what to do before you could even stand.

“Hey! Come with me.”

Jumping off Appas saddle you landed on your feet with such a skilled silence, Toph had to sense your heartbeat to even realise you were next to her. Setting off towards where she’d set up her sleeping area, it was best you stuck closely behind.

“Don’t think about what Katara said, she doesn’t get it.”

“How so?”

Stalling in her tracks, she turned her unseeing gaze towards you. “She doesn’t know what its like to be born into a life that you don’t want. And she definitely doesn’t know how hard it can be trying to escape it.”

Unsure with how to reply, humming in understanding was the best you could come up with.

“Just stick with me and you’ll be fine. I know you most certainly don’t need me, but I’ve got your back.”

The next day had gone by agonizingly slow. With Toph trying to teach Aang earth bending you were left to your own devices since Katara decided to tag along. Although you found yourself tailing Sokka as he went his own way looking for food unaware of your silent giggles seeing him get stuck in the ground.

“...big things eat smaller things. Nothing personal. But this time, it didn’t work out that way…I admit it, you’re cute…”

You decide to finally reveal yourself, tired of your lack of entertainment. “What are you doing down there Sokka?”

Letting out a girl like squeal, he’s horrified at getting caught in this position. “Nothing!”

“You look like you could use some help.”

“I don’t want help from you!” You dismiss it. Surely he has no other choice but to make himself acquainted with you.

“Yeah, right. It’s funny, you’re probably the third person that has ever said that to me. The second in about the span of 48 hours.” you cant help but divert your attention towards the cute animal annoying him. “Aweee look at this cutie!”

“Get away from it!”

“Why should I do that?”

“Because I don’t want you to hurt it!”

“Please, I actually quite like animals. They’re a lot better than humans anyway.”

“I- well… fine! Just go away?”

You scoff, “Why’s that?”

“I don’t like you!”

“Hmm… is that so.”

“Yes, of course it is!”

You’re done feeling sorry for yourself. “Are you sure you don’t like me, or do you feel that way because of your sister?”

“I- well… argh! Fine! I don’t know.”

“Well… why don’t you talk to me and work it out for yourself? If you still dislike me so much I’ll leave you be and get someone to come help.”

A silence fills the distance between the two of you.

He sighs, caving in, “So.. this Zemin guy. Did he REALLY not give you a choice?”

Looking up, you stare at the clear sky. “I learnt early on in my training that I didn’t have a choice or options in life other than what he wanted. Any exercise I rushed through, half assed, or tried to skip through when he wasn’t looking came with consequences.”

“What kind of consequences?”

“The kind that keeps all of my clothing and bindings on so I don’t constantly get pitiful looks or too many questions.”

He scoffs, “prove it”

Staring at all your layers you sigh, “don’t say I never warned you.”

Peeling off all your layers one by one until your down to just your tank top and pants, you decide to take off your face mask last. Your eyes meeting Sokka’s, you notice him swallow thickly. But its you to break the ice first. “In all fairness, most of them are now from Ozai. The older they look… well I’m sure you can work it out for yourself.”

“b-but-“Fuck why did I have to make him uncomfortable.

Unable to take it any longer, you pull him out from the hole in the ground. “Its fine.”

You turn to walk away after helping him, but he grabs your scarred wrist, the feeling of the textured skin making him internally wince. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have made you expose yourself like that. Its horrible that you had to experience that… hell we look the same age!”

“Everyone is on different paths. Look, lets just forget about it..”

Sokka feels like he could bust into tears “No! you don’t understand. I’ve seen the effects of the fire nation… hell they took away my mum. I still remember it, sometimes I have weeks where I keep reliving it in my nightmares, only finding peace when im awake. Its like im being haunted. But- but you?! You have to face it whether you’re awake or asleep”.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you can’t handle the intensity of his words. Theres nothing you can do. Nothing you can say. You hug him. You don’t remember the last time you held someone. It feels weird, almost wrong. But as he squeezes you back, tightening the embrace, you understand one thing. You have an understanding with the water tribe boy, despite how dark it may feel.

Hours pass by as you sit with sokka talking about useless topics until the other three join you once more. Feeling weariness in their gaze, you realise you forgot to put your layers back on. Now everyone can see your face and scars.

Only Aang has the courage to speak with you.

“Hey. Uhhh, y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“I just… I’m sorry for not speaking much with you since yesterday. I didn’t mean to, it was just a lot to process personally! Growing up with the Air Nomads, I was taught that killing is wrong and that under no circumstance should that be the answer. If I’m completely honest with you, I still stand by those teachings and to have someone who has… killed… so close to me and the people I care the most about is… unsettling.”

There it was. You knew despite how much he was trying; you knew he wouldn’t be able to see past what you did. What you are.

“I understand. I don’t blame you, or anyone for reacting the way they are, and I know what it feels like to want to protect those who mean something to you.” You glance at Sokka, remembering how he understood.

“Just… please understand that I’ve realised what I did was wrong and while I can’t change everything that I have done, I’m trying to move away from that way of life. I don’t want to be a killer anymore. I’m trying my best to fix it.”

“I know…. Its just-“

“You don’t trust me.”

“What?! NO! I mean…. I don’t know. You clearly have good inside of you but it’s hard to look past.”

“I get it. I’ll head off then, the world needs you Aang and I won’t be the one to stand it your way.”

“No! stop! Please! I know I said it’s hard for me to do, but I clearly see you trying your best. I know you won’t hurt me. I just… I suppose I need to open my eyes more. See you for who you are now, what you’re doing now.”

But what if you can’t? What if I’m still that person, no matter how much I try to shove it away. This is what I have been made to become?

“Okay.”

Letting out a nervous quiet laugh, he glances back to everyone. “okay well… lets eat!”

Zuko stares at the sky in the heavy downpour. “You always through everything you could at me. Well, I can take it. And now I can give it back!”

Lightning cacks in the sky before his eyes.

“Come on!”

“Strike me! You never held back before!”

Met with only the sound of the world around him, he feels helpless. Lost. Alone.

Screaming out, Zuko falls to his knees as the rain and guilt encompasses all of his senses.

His voice scratchy from screaming, he can hardly croak out… “You never held back from her."

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subbing-for-clones · 1 month

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The Defective Jedi

Chapter 1

Word count: 2.2k

Trigger Warnings: None really, just some fighting

Every day you tried to forget and yet almost every night you remembered. Wandering through the crystal caves of Ilum was horribly cold and felt so lonely. You were never particularly strong with the force but you always felt it. That connection between all things living and the energy it permeated, but when you entered the cave you felt, nothing. Why did you feel nothing?

You heard the other younglings yipping in happiness and laughing in triumph as one by one they found their kyber crystals and still, nothing called for you. Time was running out before the entrance became a wall of ice with no escape and even as a child you accepted defeat before you accepted death. You were the last to leave and the only one who was left empty handed. You would remember the disappointed look of Master Yoda forever, his eyes turned to the snow beneath his feet with a pained look before he looked back up at you.

It wasn’t long after that you were sent back home to Lothal. You had taken your parents pride and sullied it with failure and you don’t think they ever forgave you for it. It was true, you had failed before you even really got started. Your connection to the force just wasn’t strong enough to be a Jedi.

Still, you refused to let the connection go. You spent your formative years practicing the techniques you were able to learn in your short time studying under the jedi. Hours meditating every rotation searching for that warmth. You did find it; you could still feel it and so you taught yourself as much as you could.

Once you were able to venture out on your own you left Lothal and your parents’ resentment behind. Never really setting up a home; you joined a bounty hunter’s guild instead and used your abilities to become a fairly prolific hunter. It was during these years that all hell broke lose as war erupted all over the galaxy.

Only one year in and it wasn’t looking good. Hundreds of Jedi had fallen to the separatist forces and they needed help. This was when a desperate plea rang across the galaxy for the aid of anyone with force sensitive capabilities to come and join the fight for the republic. Whether it was out of the desire to help or need to prove yourself to the ones who threw you out you weren’t sure; still you answered their call.

You were tested and trained in a group of others with similar stories to your own under several rotating Jedi. At the end of your training, you were assigned to be exactly what you already were; a fighter. You were assigned to various squads as aid and back up; using your intuition, strategy skills and your fighting expertise on the battle field with the clones. You’d never hold a rank above a grunt but you didn’t care. Every victory was a curse on the Jedi for giving you up.

After months of rotating between battalions you were about to receive your permanent assignment. Clone Force 99, a rag tag team of four, apparently defective, clones. The irony didn’t escape you.

“Why are we getting a Jedi?” Hunter asked the hologram of Cody. The others standing back but still in view of the commander.

“She’s not a Jedi, she’s one of the force sensitives the Jedi asked to join the cause. She doesn’t hold rank over you, you’re still in charge.”

“I don’t like it.” Sneered Crosshair.

“Well, you don’t have much of a choice. The higher ups want these people sprinkled out through all the squads in case of a Sith attack. The Jedi worry about them rising up with the appearance of a few and quite frankly, no clone stands a chance agianst them. They can wipe out battalions.”

“When is she joining and for how long?” The Sergent was growing impatient and didn’t like the idea of a new member being added to their group.

“She’s waiting on Kamino for you now so you’ll meet her upon arrival, she’ll be with you until the war is over or until she runs as fast as she can away from you.” The commander had a small smirk on his face that Hunter mirrored. The idea of sending a Jedi, or whatever, running amused him.

Once they touched down on Kamino three out of the four were sightly on edge with the exception or Wrecker who seemed rather excited. He was generally the most welcoming. The worry melted away as soon as they laid eyes on you. You really didn’t look like a Jedi at all. You looked like an operative. Instead of a robe you wore black armor and in the place of a lightsaber at your hip, you had a blaster and a large curved vibro-blade.

Crosshair couldn’t help but eye you up and down the armor looked good on you. You took each of them in once you took your helmet off and introduced yourself to your new companions, a dance you’ve done before. Wrecker was kind enough to grab the two crates of your belongings and load them onto the ship. There wasn’t much time for pleasantries before you received your first mission. You were to extract data from an outpost on Teth and upload it straight to Cody. Information about prisoners of war and where they were being held was your main objective. Anything else was an added bonus. You all loaded onto the ship after eating a hearty meal in the cafeteria.

In the back of the ship next to the bunks you unpacked a few things from your crates.

“Whatchya got there?” Wrecker asked excitedly.

“Ill eat a loth cat before I sleep in GAR issued blankets.” He laughed heartily at your response and left you to continue. You didn’t have any photos to hang or many personal items at all for that matter but that’s how you’ve lived for the last few years anyway.

Once you were finished you made your way to the common area where the clones were discussing strategy. Quietly you took the empty seat between Tech and Crosshair. The outpost was situated in the middle of the jungle. Intel reported minimal guards as it wasn’t a main base but still enough that you all decided stealth was your best option.

Once the plan had been formulated they all looked at you expectedly.

“What is it?” you asked.

“So why didn’t you become a Jedi?” Tech asked outright, Hunter elbowed him but didn’t faze the goggled soldier.

“I tried but, well they decided I wasn’t strong enough. I’m closer to the force than most people but not close enough to be a Jedi.”

“You’re defective like us!” Wrecker shouted with glee, earning an elbow from Hunter as well. You actually laughed a bit.

“Yeah, you could say that. I’ve used my abilities as a bounty hunter since I left Lothal until I joined the GAR.”

Crosshair watched you out of the corner of his eye. You really weren’t what they thought you would be at all. You weren’t a religious zealot you were just someone trying to find their way in the galaxy like the rest of them. He admired that, the honesty too. You weren’t trying to be something you’re not.

That night in hyperspace you tossed and turned in your new bunk. Nightmares from close calls on a hunt filled your mind. You were often reminded of the times you came close to getting killed before a mission. Eventually you gave up and made your way toward the cockpit. You enjoyed meditating under the blue streaking lights. You were surprised to see that someone had beat you to it. The lithe handsome sniper sat in the pilot’s chair cleaning his fire puncher and mouthing a tooth pick.

He looked up at you slightly taken aback by your appearance. Quickly he composed himself and half waved his arm at the other seat as a silent invitation.

“Sorry for intruding, I just couldn’t sleep.”

“You’re not.”

You were starting to like the way words seemed to slither off his tongue. You nodded a thanks to him and turned to watch the stars soaring by at light speed. Both you sat in silence for a few minutes before he opened and shut his mouth, wanting to ask you something but Cross wasn’t sure if it was out of turn.

He mentally shrugged and asked, “So why did you join the GAR?”

“Is one part brave three parts fool a believable answer?”

“I doubt you’re a fool.”

“Well, we’ll see if you keep that opinion,” you chuckled and earned an upturn of the corner of his mouth.

“Honestly? I found it ironic that the Jedi needed our help now. I don’t hold too much resentment agianst them but I do want to prove myself as valuable. Besides, things make sense out here.”

“How so?” He turned in his chair to face you and put his rifle down for a moment. You glanced at him and shrugged your shoulders.

“There’s no confusion right now. We fight agianst Separatists and clankers. I’m sure there are good people on those planets but this is the side I chose to fight for so that’s what I’m going to do.”

Crosshair digested your words and offered “We didn’t get a choice.”

“If you did, what would you be doing?”

“That’s a difficult question to answer, I’ve never let myself be hypothetical like that before because there isn’t a choice. I.. We’re property of the GAR just like my rifle and this ship. Don’t tell Tech that though, it’s his ship in his mind.”

You giggled a bit at that and nodded your head in understanding.

“I spent so much time hunting and fighting bounties that this just seemed like a natural course of action. I can’t see myself doing anything else instead now.”

Crosshair picked up his fire puncher again and resumed cleaning it. You watched him for a while before turning back to the lights and closing your eyes. You reached out through the force trying to feel the Purgill you swore you heard. What you didn’t sense was Crosshair watching you intently.

You were going over the mission plan one last time while Tech was putting down the ship a few clicks away from the objective point. The jungle terrain was difficult to get through but not too much of a problem. The closer you got the more the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. Cross left your group close to the outpost to climb one of the giant trees for a better vantage point.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” you whispered to the Sergent.

He nodded in response, seemingly sensing something as well. The post was supposed to be guarded by droids with a few officers scattered throughout but something was off. No perimeter defense and no guards posted outside. Your group made their way around to a side door shown on the schematics and while Tech was overriding security, you Hunter and Wrecker kept watch. You could Feel Crosshair’s eyes on you and it gave you an overwhelming sense of security knowing he was watching over you.

Three droids were posted on the inside of the door and as soon as you were in Wrecker crushed one agianst the wall, Hunter stabbed one in the chest and you took the last one’s head off with your long viroblade. Quickly you dashed in and made your way through the base looking for a data port. Tech found one on a lower level and plugged in, searching the database until he found what he needed.

“It seems there are around fifty clones being held captive for questioning on a moon in the outer rim. There are also schematics for the spider droids here…” Tech prattled on interesting things he was downloading until Hunter shushed him and signaled for him to hurry up. That’s when the alarm sounded.

“We gotta go, now.” You stated with certainty. Trusting your instinct the boys packed up and started running back up to the way out. Once the door was insight, a wall of droids emerged and started firing at you. You fell back around a corner and started shooting them with your blaster looking for a weak point in the wall.

“Wrecker throw a smoke grenade,” Hunter barked.

“On it!” Wrecker tossed two creating a large fog that allowed you to step out, you reached out your hand and with a little struggle, used the force to loosen a wall panel until it flew into the side of the droid squad, pinning them to the opposite wall.

“HA HA NICE!” Wrecker shouted.

The four of you ran like hell out of the outpost to find several fallen droids, courtesy of the reliable sniper.

Once the five of you were back on the ship and Tech was taking off Wrecker was excitedly telling Crosshair how you threw a wall at a bunch of droids, taking out ten in one go. There seemed to be an impressed glint in his eye.

“That was good work back there,” Hunter told you sincerely. You smiled and thanked him, watching as the data was sent through encryption straight to Cody to do with as he saw fit.

Your first mission with the squad, a success you exchanged a smile with the sniper and sat in your victory.

#crosshair x reader #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch #crosshair #no y/n

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A chronological analysis on Twilight and Yor - Part 22

*This is part of an ongoing post series. If you missed the Introduction/Part 1, click here*

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The highly thematic and well-choreographed scene of Yor slaughtering one assassin after another as fireworks dazzle the night sky, reminded me of this fascinating post by @crunchcrunchteacakes. The post theorizes about the origins of Yor's incredible strength, particularly how she uses some form of altered state of consciousness (ASC) to achieve such a powerful command over her physical abilities. This is why her expression always seems "darker," almost like she's in a trance, whenever she's fully concentrated on feats of strength, not just during assassin work, but similar tasks that require the same strength, like when she subdued the Eden cow.

The post goes on to speculate that the reason she often seems ditzy or "spaced out" is because that's a way for her to disengage from her conscious mind, allowing her to channel her strength as needed. She's almost fully in her trance-like state at the beginning of the series (her "robotic" look that annoyed her coworkers). But once she joined the Forgers, taking on the role of Loid's wife and Anya's mother, the desire to concentrate on that mindset more often overrides her need to keep her strength peaked. Thoughts of Loid and Anya are now what can pull her out of her ASC, as we saw previously when she was keeping watch over the room at night, only for her "trance" to break when she thought about meeting up with them. But unfortunately, those thoughts can also be a hindrance when she's deep into a fight with a powerful opponent. This happened to a minor degree when she realized she was dragging her feet when fighting Barnaby, but as she fights the swordsman assassin, her lapse in concentration allows him to get the upper hand.

The moral ambiguity I mentioned in Part 21 is highlighted further when the assassin leader tries to call a truce with Yor, saying that he'll give her a share of the bounty money. Yor requests that he give up on Olka's bounty so there won't be any further bloodshed, something I find interesting since she didn't hesitate to kill all the other assassins without any negotiating. So the fact that she's willing to let the leader go proves that she doesn't just mindlessly kill everyone on a mission (even though that's what she was instructed to do). She's also staying true to what she said before that if you point a weapon at someone, you shouldn't complain if one is pointed back at you…since the leader wasn't on the attack in this case, she was willing to hear him out.

However, when she refuses his deal, he reminds her that they're all just people hired to fight on someone else's behalf, and her reason for killing – to put food on the table – is the same as all the other assassins. As Yor fights the swordsman, the thought that's holding her back this time is not only that a serious injury would mean she'd have to leave Loid and Anya, but how cruel it would be to them for her to suddenly disappear without a word. While the assassin leader continues to try and negotiate with her, she can't help but keep questioning her own reason for fighting – she doesn't want to believe it's for money, the same as theirs, so then it must be for her country…but she never thought she had some higher calling like that.

All these uncertainties distract her, resulting in the swordsman being able to knock her against the side of the deck. Surprisingly, as he stands poised, ready to cut her down, all Yor can think of in her dazed state is not her assassin job that's currently being sabotaged, but her mother/wife jobs of picking up Loid's shirts from the cleaners and returning Anya's books to the library…a clear indication that, when it comes down to her final moments, the responsibilities of Yor Forger have become more of a priority than the responsibilities of Thorn Princess. As Rebecca Silverman put it in this ANN article:

"She's more than just a big sister and an assassin now; she's a mother, a wife, and a person in her own right. Yuri's grown up, but Yor has too, and it feels like this is the moment when she realizes that she has a say in her own life. And if she wants to focus on being Mrs. Forger instead of Thorn Princess? That's a choice she's allowed to make."

When she comes back to reality for a moment, wondering why there's a man pointing a sword at her, what flashes in her mind is the reason she's in this situation in the first place: Yuri. But once again, the realization that's been hitting her over and over since getting the cruise assignment comes back one last time…Yuri is indeed all grown up and does not need support from her Garden work anymore. What's extremely tragic when this fact finally sinks in is that she's ready to die then and there…she decides not to resist and just end it all now that her main reason for fighting is gone.

As I've mentioned several times before, especially in Part 8, Yor dedicated her life to ensure Yuri's happiness, which resulted in her inability to consider her own worth besides being useful to others. Now that no one needs the one thing she excels at, she can't find any reason to keep going. Whether Garden brainwashed her into deeming her life meaningless without a reason for fighting, her crippling lack of self-esteem, or some combination of both, it's even more tragic that she can't even comprehend how sad certain people would be if she died. However, when it appears as though she's completely given up, upon hearing that the assassin leader is about to go after Olka, she throws one of her earrings at him to stop him.

She had just decided to stop resisting upon realizing that Yuri doesn't need her work anymore, so why would she suddenly care to stop the assassin? She seems confused about it as well, as she questions herself why she's even protecting Olka. I believe at this point she's formed a genuine bond with Olka as more than just a client to protect. So, despite still being dazed, she instinctively reacted upon realizing Olka was in danger. But the true reason why she hasn't completely given up becomes clear to her when she remembers Olka's words: "I just want to live a quiet, peaceful life."

A quiet, peaceful life…this is exactly why she became Thorn Princess. Not for money or for her country, but because she wanted to ensure Yuri could live a quiet, peaceful life, the same life Olka is currently seeking. Her epiphany continues as she realizes her desire to cleanse the world of needless tragedies hasn't changed, despite none of her loved ones directly benefiting from her work anymore. Yor may be naive about many things (due to her upbringing), but she's not ignorant about the sadness that exists in the world around her. And here is where she makes her decision to keep doing her assassinating, not because she enjoys killing people, not because she needs money, and not because she feels some higher sense of duty to her country – but because the result of her work will make the world a better place...because now, she has even more people whose happiness she desires to protect.

This renewed sense of purpose gives her the strength to fight back. As she goes full assassin mode on the swordsman, she tosses aside all of her previous worries about her profession and her own personal well-being – she doesn't care if she has to keep living a dangerous life, nor if she has to leave the Forgers (both of which were things she was concerned about while on the cruise). All that matters to her now is making the world a better place for others. It's also worth mentioning that Yor's inner monologue in this scene is one of the rare times I mentioned in Part 19 where she doesn't use keigo (polite speech). That's another clear indication of what a truly emotional revelation this moment is for her.

Her new resolve is fully solidified when she remembers that Loid complimented this aspect of her personality way back when they first met. She's grown to trust him so much that she confidently states he would acknowledge and understand why she does what she does even if she can't ever tell him about it.

Interestingly, she thinks of Loid in this situation instead of Yuri, who's the original reason she became an assassin. She knows that Yuri, being her (obsessive) brother and only "true" family member left, would forgive her no matter what. This is why acknowledgement from someone else, especially someone she respects as much as Loid, is so meaningful to her. And, unbeknownst to her, her reason for being an assassin is the same reason Twilight became a spy…to make a world where those they care about can live a peaceful life, where needless tragedies can be prevented, and children won't have to cry.

Continue to Part 23 ->

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#spy x family #spy family #sxf #spyxfamily #loid forger #yor forger #twiyor #sxf meta #sxf analysis #loidyor #loid x yor

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Hi if it's okay could I please ask for a romantic yandere Gojo with kianna

Like say he meets her because she's known as a sorcerer killer like she uses a curse shotgun and

she's killed so many Sorcerers it ended up with a

bounty on her head but knowing the amount of

body she's dropped no one has tried to kill her and he meets her because she worked with him on a job

And the Sorceress that don't want to try to kill her or want to use her blood she works with

By the way if you need any info about her it's on my patreon Tumblr

Pretty cool! I'll do My Best

Yandere! Satoru Gojo x Sorcerer Killer! Reader

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: female(ft. Kianna from @nunezs-stuff )

Warnings: YANDERE(kind of soft, but still yandere), UNHEALTY MINDSET, OBSESIVE BEHAVIOR, MANIPULATION, intimidation, Reader is kind of a Assasin, Minor violence, Shady things in general.

You get in the business thanks to your...father. at a very Young age.

He was a sorcerer hunter, but he was much more interested in his job than in taking care of you, so you learned to do it on your own.

You were interested in the business at first because you wanted to be close to him, but you quickly realized that you would never have a REAL trust with him, a bond.

less when he apparently had your sister, his apparently favorite daughter and the only person you really loved, killed.

It was the straw that broke the camel's back and you developed a severe trust problem.

So you mainly locked yourself into your assassin capabilities to deal with it, you practiced, you trained, you stayed as far away from people (and your father) as possible, etc.

You had your favorite mistresses, but you were a very capable assassin whatever you used.

You were proud of yourself. so you started having your own targets instead of low level sorcerers.

That's how Gojo knew about you at first.

And honestly? You give him REALLY Bad flashbacks about Toji. SPECIALLY when he saw videos of you using your shotgun.

and at first Gojo wanted to say that he absolutely hated you, how could he not? You are like a reflection of one of his biggest traumas after all, no one blamed him.

But the more evidence the higher-ups brought about you and the more he had to know about you, the stranger he felt about you.

Satoru could sense that you were weak, so how the hell did you manage to kill so many sorcerers on your own? You were truly an anomaly.

Gojo began to have the need to want to know more about you. Why had you chosen this life? Why not another? What was your life like before that? He could do whatever he wanted, so it wasn't difficult for him to find practically your entire life story.

and in some ways he is intrigued.

To clarify, a Gojo Yandere has difficulty seeing you as an individual, so seeing that you have your own reasons, motives, LIFE, is what regenerates interest.

but that interest becomes increasingly morbid.

You're one of the most uninteresting things he's had for years, something he spends time researching and learning more about, like a test subject, is as bad as it sounds.

You are something new and interesting even if you are weak.

You're entertaining enough to amuse him watching you do your "antics" (kill people) but you're nowhere near as strong as him.

but when the higher ups give the order to put a target on your head, it changes. Sure, it's something that can't be avoided, but it's not like I'm going to let anyone other than HIM go kill you and/or capture you.

so he decides that he will do it himself.

and honestly? It doesn't take him long, with the contacts he has + the 6 eyes, finding you was a walk in the park for him.

But he wanted to see if you would be as interesting as you looked on paper and in videos.

and MY GOD, you reminded him of his meeting with Toji, what happened at Jujustu Tech, so many flashbacks came to his head and he felt for the first time in a long time OVERWHELMED with emotions.

he loved it.

and he knew that he couldn't miss the luxury of having you, he couldn't kill you. let alone let someone else kill you.

Honestly, you were scared, you already knew you had no chance with SATORU GOJO, so you tried to run away rather than fight, but obviously it was of no use. Even when you decided to fight it was useless. you expected Gojo to just attack you and kill you.

...but he wasn't doing any of that and it was starting to scare you, you didn't know what he was going to do.

Being in that state of total alert and fear (even if you hid it as best as you could, it was impossible for Gojo not to see right through you) imagine your surprise when you lost consciousness and when you regained it you were in a completely different place.

to begin with, with seals on your body that did not allow you to use cursed energy, and to top it off, without being able to leave said place (a Japanese house? where the Gojo clan lives).

If we go into more advanced terms of """""relationship"""" Gojo is very annoying as a Yandere, everyone knows it. But in this case especially some aspects are maximized and others are more lenient.

for example, with Gojo you can go out! but only to places where there is open space and just to be able to fight again, she seems to take some pleasure in beating you over and over again, or even giving you the chance to escape only to crush her at the last moment.

He's a sadistic son of a bitch in the emotional sense.

(You could say that since you remind him so much of Touji, it's like he's taking """loving" revenge" for everything he put him through in his youth, while also keeping you in line to that you understand "your place" so to speak).

He is VERY clingy, he cares little or nothing if you don't want cuddles. In fact, it only encourages him more to do it. Poor thing, you probably didn't receive any kind of affection from the shitty father you had, let him pamper you to make up for it~ CREEPY ASF.

About that, it's scary how much he knows about you, now that you're "dead" to the higher ups, he has a lot more information about you and he uses it against you (either to weaken you mentally or to make you develop Stockholm syndrome faster) .

He is PAINFULLY condescending, but at least he does not reach the point of infantilization or other extremes such as wanting to make you completely useless, it helps him that you are useful, NOT SO USEFUL AS TO FLEE, but enough to entertain him.

He is also a master at giving mixed signals.

I mean, yes, he kidnaps you ONLY because you entertain him and you are fun for him like a toy....but he also takes care of your wounds when you return inside his house, he makes food for both of you, he acts as a therapist so that you can talk to him on your own. about your horrible childhood and your bad relationship with your father, etc.

Obviously this is intentional, although over time he becomes more "genuine" and you could tell that he really cares about you in his own way.

and like any good yandere, he gets rid of anyone he feels is an obstacle to his goal. Even if he doesn't have any rivals, Gojo will definitely kill anyone he sees as potentially treating you in the future.

He has definitely killed your father for quite some time and you will be very lucky if he doesn't come to show you his decapitated head like a fucking hunting trophy :)

He is like a child without knowledge of suffering.

He simply has such NO knowledge of empathy that he doesn't know what he should do with all these new feelings and sensations that you generate in him.

He's not overprotective as such (he knows that if anything he should protect people FROM YOU) BUT he's definitely too possessive. As I said, he doesn't see you as an object as such, but he just doesn't know how he should refer to you. so it is very prone to using possessive adjectives.

escape attempts are received as jokes, literally, he cannot take them seriously. although in a way it is a double-edged sword, on the one hand you do not receive any punishment as such apart from a particularly sticky Gojo (isn't that a punishment in itself?) but on the other hand, again, so close and so far...

If you behave "badly" in the sense that you don't cooperate, you are rude to him, you try to escape too many times, etc. Gojo seriously thought about a severe punishment, but I don't think he'll do anything to break you... intentionally.

I think how much in this case it would scare you to death as a warning for you to start "behaving" but nothing more severe.

If you develop Stockholm syndrome, he's over the moon! His clingyness level would increase to 300% and even your life you can recover several basic rights, such as going out ON THE STREET with him and being able to have more autonomy. Even of course, Satoru dictates everything, your clothes, your food, your room, etc....

Be that as it may, for a Yandere Satoru, you are great entertainment, something worthy of his time, a wild cat that he is willing to tame, but an equal? not closely...although he is willing to try to find out what this feeling is that you have awakened in him, so you are not leaving him anytime soon.

or better yet. NEVER.

(just to clarify, TOJI IS NOT READERS DAD, ITS JUST A COMPARATION I MAKE ON MY OWN)

I hope You like it!!

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Strawhats with a Fem Reader who has the highest bounty in the Strawhats, like CRAZY high, like more than enough to make even Luffy’s the size of a peanut. The reason? She did a bunch of crazy achievements during the 2 years of training, like stealing one of the most national treasures in the world, overthrowing a corrupted ruler single-handedly, or worst (best) of all, actually killing a Celestial Dragon to save someone? When they reunite, she’s still her sweet self, but heavily stronger.

(additional note: "could you also add in that the reader has a DEAD alert on? Like no, DEAD OR ALIVE alert on her bounty, just DEAD")

Strawhats x High Bounty S/o

(SFW)

(ft. Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Nami, Usopp, Robin, Franky)

Luffy

When the new posters are delivered he is very conceited about his own bounty and expects it to be very high

Along with the rest of the crew, he is shocked to discover his s/o has a ridiculously high bounty - his jaw practically drops to the floor

Is very impressed by her efforts and begs her to tell him how she did it so he can get his just as high

Will listen very carefully to what they say and adds in some 'ooos' and 'ahhs' every now and then when it is something very impressive

Is probably one of the only people (besides maybe Chopper) who isn't horrified when she mentions she killed a celestial dragon but is starstruck and deeply more in love with her

When it's announced her poster says dead he again is one of the only ones who think it's something impressive

Will proudly show off his s/o and boast about her all the time, if someone like Usopp makes a comment, he'll say something like "well yeah but you don't have (y/n)'s bounty"

Zoro

Is probably asleep when the posters arrive so doesn't care too much - will only wake up to the massive commotion upon seeing his s/o's high bounty

Is a mixture of impressed, proud, and surprised seeing how high her bounty is but doesn't think much of it, unlike the rest of the crew that are already prying her for answers

Will stay to hear the stories but doesn't physically appear to be impressed - has a still face for everything she lists - except for killing a celestial dragon, where he, much like the crew, are horrified

When it is announced her poster only says dead he is a little fearful of his s/o but is still very proud and happy that someone so strong and powerful is his own

Decided it needs a celebration and grabs both him and his s/o a drink (if his s/o doesn't drink it's just an excuse to have two drinks)

Only privately admits how impressed and proud he is of her and how he never expected her to grow so strong so quickly - his comment only inviting a sparing match between them

Sanji

Is probably busy in the kitchen or pampering his s/o when the posters are delivered - runs out when there's commotion about her bounty

Near faints hearing her bounty but quickly recovers giving her a very tight hug and boasting how proud he is and how much he loves her

Will make some sly comment to Zoro about how his s/o's bounty is higher than his and how he got beaten by a girl

Upon hearing why her bounty is so high he is very shocked for every reason and is worried for her safety, even more knowing she killed a celestial dragon and her poster only says dead on it

Vows to protect her even more and thinks all these things she has done have been traumatic and pampers her twice as much as usual

Hangs up the poster somewhere in the kitchen like a proud parent so he can always look at it

Nami

Like Luffy is very intrigued about the posters and rushes to see her and her s/o's bounty (doesn't exactly care about her own bounty just what her picture looks like)

Will be the one to alert the rest of the crew of her s/o's bounty by a loud exclaim - a mixture of confusion and horror

Screams even worse seeing the dead part on the poster and becomes very fearful of her s/o's life - may even request Sanji to be a bodyguard for her

Is very demanding that she explain what happened and how her bounty is so high

Will stop her mid reasoning to hear about her stealing the national treasure and asking about it/how much it is worth/where she keeps it/if she can keep it instead

Like everyone she is horrified that her s/o killed a celestial dragon - is pretty mad that her s/o was so reckless and has higher chances of being killed etc

Will admit privately she is actually very worried about her and her safety but is proud that her s/o did all those things as she never thought those would be things she would be comfortable to do

Usopp

Is excited to see the posters being delivered and makes a bet with his s/o that his will be higher bounty - is very cocky about it

Very distraught learning he lost the bet - probably even more so than hearing exactly how much her bounty is worth

Has a mini panic attack with every reason his s/o lists off why her bounty is so high and near faints when she mentions she killed a celestial dragon

Tries to play it cool and he isn't scared by acting like he will protect her and be her bodyguard now she is a very wanted woman

In private will admit that he may be a little scared about her safety and how she got the high bounty as he never expected it but will protect her non the less

Has lots of praise and encouragement about the bounty when reminded about the bet to make her go easy on him so he doesn't have to do the punishment

Robin

Isn't overly fussed about the posters but will join in when everybody is gathering around to find out about the bounties

Doesn't really care that much - even over her own - but is quick to gain interest in her s/o's

Is very impressed and proud of her s/o - affectionately shows it - until they discover her poster only says dead, making her very concerned

When her s/o explains what she has done, she will just sit there silently nodding and understanding with a smile on her face

When she mentions the celestial dragon killing, however, she gets very concern and motherly lecturing her about how dangerous it is and how she could have died

Once the commotion has died down she reassures her how much she loves her and is proud of her, but keeps the celestial dragon thing for moments of recklessness to hold over her

Franky

Is curious about the posters when they arrive but doesn't rush over to them like some of the other crew until his s/o's bounty causes commotion

Thinks it is 'super' cool that her bounty is high and is extremely proud of her - even after it is announced her poster only says dead

Happily listens to her reasoning for why it is so high with a very proud and goofy smile on his face - drops it once she mentions the celestial dragon

Is reasonable enough to know how dangerous it is to be concerned but at the same time, he still thinks its impressive that someone so small and timid can pull off something like that

Makes some inappropriate comment on how to celebrate her victory in front of everyone - Robin will get scary mad and at him and call him a pervert for saying it on front of Chopper

Like Sanji, will proudly boast and show off his s/o and her poster somewhere where everyone can see it

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Captain's Log

A/N: A highly self-indulgent piece. Not sure how I came up with this, but . . damn, I needed this after going through some tough times. Let a girl dream alright? ;-; Hope I still could give you a little smile with this. This is kind of a recap to last year and how I learned to love that silly boy Not really prove read

Content: first person pov of Law 'diary style' - him being lovey dovey for fem!reader in his own way

January, 2023

Noticed a new wanted poster hanging around in the towns and cities we dock at. A woman. I have heard rumors of her, (Y/n), but she looks rather strange. The bounty is quite high though - another worst generation rival perhaps?

February, 2023

Her bounty‘s higher now. Even the poster has a new, more clear picture to it. Strange looking. I wonder what her fighting skills are like.

March, 2023

Finally this pink bastard is down for the count. Breaking up to Zou - will be a long journey ahead.

This crazy woman sabotaged an admiral‘s fleet?! Is she mad? How?? She has to be one of the worst generation! At least I heard that rumor from Nami-ya.

April, 2023

Nico-ya mentioned this (Y/n) is headed towards Zou as well. It worries me even more, that she's supposed to bear a mythical zoan devil fruit. People died because of her singing? Ridiculous.

May, 2023

This is not what I expected. Shortly after meeting my crew, this blasted woman appears right around the corner and instantly disappears again? Bepo brought her back, introducing her to me and explaining her supportive acts. She was down right nerve wrecked as she looked up at me.

I'm an idiot for thinking about how velvet like her hand was

Guess she heard of me. Wouldn't be a surprise, she went pale as snow as she saw me.

June, 2023

I hate her. She's nosy, upright, supportive and . . cute. Those terms shouldn't be in a pirate's resume, at least the cute part. Yes she has excellent control of her devil fruit, true she helped out my crew , but it doesn't mean I'll fully accept her as part of the crew.

I learned about her powers. The Sonar-Sonar fruit. It acts like a submarine or bat I believe, using echo location to discern anything in a large radius. In addition, singing melodies, each having a different use, she can either make people fall asleep or lure them towards her. Her epithet 'Siren' sure makes sense.

That's all I know - but there must be more . .

July, 2023

She's part of the crew now. If I'd refuse her, Bepo would cry 24/7, Shachi and Penguin might as well talk my ears full with bullshit and Ikkaku will most definitely sabotage the Tang's motors. So I didn't have any other choice.

Besides that, it's (Y/n)-ya's birthday - if I wouldn't have taken her in . . yes that leads me to everything above.

Additionally, I learned she turned my age yesterday. She's so . . feeble for that age. So insecure and too nice for this world (besides being bold towards the government?) Why even is she in the piracy scene? How did she come this far?

August, 2023

What the hell is wrong with me? I fell for the oldest trick in the book! She merely asked for my help, saying she had something in her eye, so of course I take a look and she goes ahead and pokes my nose??

Not sure what she said, but I think it was: "You should smile more." What? Who does she think she is? Talking to her Captain like that?

God, I will never get rid of that image and her deep e/c eyes staring back at me. Damn it she was close. Or theoretically I was

September, 2023

Damn it, her scent is everywhere! It's outragous, she steals my clothes, Kikoku and even my hat when I'm not looking! I think I took on her odors now too! It's annoying . .

Not sure why, but the fragrancy reminds me of wildrose and chocolate. Maybe because she eats way too much chocolate, which she stashes somwhere aboard the sub. (Note to self - find her candy stash and eliminate it ASAP)

I can't help but think of her whenever wildroses appear randomly wherever I go. And I see them everywhere as soon as we dock on islands? What dumbass is into wildroses that much? I sure am not! They're nothing but cosmetic to me, nothing of use in real medical sense.

October, 2023

I am most certainly NOT giving in to her charms. She's just being nice and gifted me a yellow hoodie, a polar teddy bear and . . god damn tickets to Sora Con. Is she insane? They cost a shit ton of Berry and she just . .

She accidently grazed my hand as she gave me the plushie. How can it be so soft? Not the teddy I mean. She's warm and silky. And again - this forsaken scent of wildrose.

Speaking of which. I noticed how pink her lips are, almost resembling the petals of . . wildroses.

She's weird.

November, 2023

Something's different. She's not as cheerful and overly smiley as usual. I believe there's a private matter going on.

Whatever, she'll get over it.

December, 2023

She didn't get over it. Her mood is really annoying lately, but she's behaving like a totally different person. She truly isn't well.

So I asked her about her well being. It's nothing to get over quickly, that's for sure. It worries me, seeing her this absentminded. She'll get in trouble if she doesn't concentrate on the battles ahead. Her powers can be truly useful, if not crucial if we stick to my plans (which I highly doubt)

To be fair, I'd rather see her happy than all slumped and grumpy.

She's got a pretty smile

I like her, I must see to her after the raid

I think she's going to be alright

Last page of captain's log / Notes barely readable, for he tried to eliminate 'evidence'

She called me 'snow leopard' the other day. I believe her naive woman thoughts got the better of her, perhaps influenced by all the ‚adorable’minks at Zou. If she calls me that one more time in front of everybody, I swear I'll send her heart to the marines.

Anyway, she asked me what I think what kind of mink she would be? She's a human, why should she be a mink out of the sudden? But I guess I'll humor her tomorrow.

She reminds me of a red panda. It's her hair. As soon as the sun rays hit her, red glows from her strands, resembling the embers of fire. Besides, she behaves like one, silly and throwing paws. Plus they're cute. Kind of like her.

I heard her sing together with Brook at the outpost. Her voice sounds nice. Yet, the way she holds the notes, it reminds me of north blue folklore. Is she actually . .?

She hugged me. It felt strange. But I can't deny it was . . heartwarming? I tucked her into my blue feather coat, in hopes to suffocate her, yet her head just plopped right out front and she looked up at me . . smiling

I'm too young to have a cardiac arrest - still whenever she does this I get premature ventricular contractions.

#one piece #one piece law #fanfiction #fanfic fluff #self indulgent #one piece trafalgar law #first person pov

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queerfables · 8 months

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I have this thought that's simmering in the back of my head, and there's some evidence for it, but I simply can't take myself seriously on it, because the idea hits my favourite tropes way too perfectly. I'm, like, 90% sure I should admit to myself that what I actually want is to write fic about this and skip the meta entirely. But apparently this is how I process things these days, so you get my wild projections masquerading as analysis first, and maybe if you're lucky some kind of story later.

So, Nina's partner, Lindsay. Not so much a person as an analogy, right? The consensus is that this relationship is a stand in for Aziraphale's relationship with Heaven, making Heaven the toxic partner holding Aziraphale back from finding real happiness. But the more I think about it, the more I feel like we've taken that assumption and worked backwards from it to prove that Nina is really Aziraphale's mirror and Maggie is really Crowley's.

Look, I realise that drawing the line from Nina to Crowley and Maggie to Aziraphale feels obnoxiously obvious. There are superficial similarities, but does it go any deeper than their general demeanour? When we look at how Nina describes Crowley and Aziraphale - the hard-bitten one who doesn't trust, the soft one who still believes in goodness - I think there's honestly a solid argument to be made that both descriptions could apply to either one of them. I don't think that's conclusive. The thing that's really giving me pause is that Crowley's car and Nina's shop both play Queen. It seems like such a clear signal that they're foils. There's also the fact that the partition around her shop has a very snake-like pattern embedded in it, quite similar in shape to Crowley's tattoo (a detail that pairs nicely with the apple-tree motif on the French restaurant next door).

If Nina is Crowley's mirror, does that mean that Crowley is the one trapped in a toxic relationship? And here's the part where I absolutely cannot trust my brain to give me sensible feedback, because the little gremlin who lives there immediately shuts off all higher functions at the first hint a character might be unwillingly beholden to a nefarious outside force. Especially if they are keeping it a secret.

Could Crowley have been blackmailed or coerced into working for Hell again, despite nominally being estranged from it? I literally could not tell you, because my brain is too busy yelling yes yes yes please oh my god yes. I just love the idea way too much to be rational about it.

I won't insult anyone by labeling this next section "supporting evidence", but here are some ways I think it could fit into canon as it's been established:

In light of my recent meta on how to think about Good Omen's twists, I've been ruminating on some of the big questions I have about season 2. And one of the ones that keeps jostling for my attention is, why are Crowley and Aziraphale not together yet? I don't mean that flippantly, what I mean is - I believe that Crowley and Aziraphale are both aware of the way they feel about each other, and have been for some time. If that's true, what's keeping them apart? Obviously there are quite a few potential answers to this, including the possibility that I'm wrong and they're not both consciously aware of their feelings for each other. But it's an idea I find compelling. They're not together because they're not free yet. And not just in a hypothetical looming threat kind of way.

When Beelzebub summons Crowley in 2x01, Crowley says "I thought we had a generalised understanding." Beelzebub replies, "We don't. You're still a traitor," and then goes on to threaten him with a bounty. The obvious implication is that the understanding they don't have is from the end of season one, that Hell will leave Crowley and Aziraphale alone. But what if it's a different kind of understanding? What if the subtext of Beelzebub's offer for whatever he wants is that he can have enough power to be free of whatever nasty little job he's supposed to be doing on the sly? (Not enough to break free of Hell entirely, though. Never enough for that.)

On the other hand, Crowley doesn't recognise Beelzebub's new face, but they must have been wearing it for a while given all their meetings with Gabriel. Is Crowley bound to the one demon higher than Beelzebub, then? Sorry, the gleeful brain gremlin is the only one available to take questions on this. It sure would be sexy, though, if both the power difference and the secrecy involved were as extreme as possible.

This is a weird little detail that probably doesn't mean anything, but when Aziraphale gets back from Edinburgh, it's early in the morning the day of the ball. The streets are mostly empty and Nina is just arriving for work. Aziraphale helps Crowley put the plants back in the Bentley, and at some point after this, Crowley takes the car and leaves. He must do, because we see him come back. Where did he go? He can't have been gone more than a couple of hours at most, because he arrives back in time to follow Aziraphale around convincing everyone to attend his ball. Okay, fine, maybe Crowley just needed to get away, relax somewhere there's no amnesiac archangel breathing down his neck. But the timeline is so short it seems like a strange detail. It makes me think that Crowley might actually have been hiding something, here. I don't know that this theory is the most likely explanation, but it sure could be an explanation.

And finally, for maximum angst potential, imagine Aziraphale finding out that after everything Crowley said about how toxic Heaven and Hell are, after all the grief he gave Aziraphale for returning to Heaven, that Crowley had been secretly working for Hell all along? WOOF.

#good omens #i am so sorry that there are some genuinely interesting meta details hidden in this self indulgent trash fire #by rights they should belong to something more sensible #but this is the meta we have #fable talks good omens #it's waaaaaaaaaaaaaay too late and i'm posting this without reading it over again if i've left any sentences hanging no i didn't

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one-piece-aus · 7 months

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Whumptober Day 1

Uta

Lmao so we're starting off with Uta this year because I noticed October 1st is her birthday, and what better way to celebrate than to give her the first Whumpday hororororororo TW: Mention of destruction, abandonment, guilt of unconscious criminal actions, and Uta considering herself a monster

For as long as she could remember Shanks and his crew had been there for her.

Until that fateful day, the music island had been destroyed.

With the pirates being the only survivors, they fled the scene with her before the Marines arrived. Uta slept in Shanks' arms, unaware of what they were discussing.

"What do we do?" Roux asked pushing the plate of food away from him. "If the Marines found out she was the one behind this..."

The members worriedly glanced at Uta who clung onto Shanks' arm. Heavy silence only fueled the anxiety clawing in their minds.

"She might have a higher bounty than the Devil of Ohara." Hongo set the stack of bounties he had been looking through on the table.

"It's not right for kids to have bounties," Yasopp said, his arms folded and staring at the ground.

"She would've gotten a bounty eventually," Limejuice reminded the group. "We're pirates, and marines don't discriminate who to make an outlaw."

"Well, we didn't expect it this soon."

"It'll be dangerous if she stays with us."

"We can't just drop her off and leave her behind."

The last statement ceased the others from conversing further. Shanks, who had been quietly looking at his daughter, at last spoke up, "Let's head to Dawn Island."

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Luffy waved goodbye to the pirates, shouting he'll meet them again someday with his own crew, when a thought wormed it's way into his mind. He dropped his arms and scratched his head in search of his memory. Did he say bye to Uta? She didn't talk to him as the crew was packing up to leave, which was weird. Uta would've been right by Shanks, teasing him before Red Hair gave the strawhat to the boy. Maybe she was already on the ship sleeping, her devil fruit did take up a lot of her energy. Luffy shrugged it off and walked back to Makino's bar.

"Makino, can I have some juice?" Luffy requested as he climbed onto a stool in front of the bar.

"Of course, Luffy." She smiled and got out a glass.

Luffy happily waited, kicking his legs back and forth, when he heard a girlish yawn behind him. He spun around, eyes going wide. "Uta?! What are you doing here!?"

"Hmm?" Uta shot him a confused look as she rubbed her eyes. "Why wouldn't I come here? I'm hungry, I want breakfast."

"Luffy-" Makino tried to explain the situation but Luffy opened his mouth first.

"BUT SHANKS LEFT! I THOUGHT YOU WERE WITH THEM!"

"He wHAT?!" Uta snapped awake not processing what he just said.

"Shanks and his crew left earlier this morning, why aren't you with them?"

Uta's face contorted to one of horror and she dashed out of the bar, unable to hear Makino calling out to her. Her little legs carried her to the docks, she glanced around in devastation at the empty port.

They left her.

They actually left her.

She thought the conversation she overheard was a bad dream. They wouldn't abandon her, right? They loved her, she loved them. So why? Why did they leave her here?

Just as the question appeared in her mind, a brief memory from Elegia's destruction popped up and for now her questions stopped. She bawled her fist as rain fell onto the ground in front of her. Luffy ran up to the docks, Uta wiped away the rain before turning to the boy wearing her dad's strawhat.

"Did-" she paused to get a hold of her emotions. "Did he say if he was coming back?"

"No, he said they won't be returning," Luffy bluntly said but quickly scrambled to fix it. "But- uh- I'm sure they'll come back for you. I mean- we can get Makino to call them and have them pick you up-"

"Don't bother." Uta brushed past him. "He's not going to come back."

Just like her world shattered. Her family, that she could fall back on, disappeared. All that remained were gaps that needed to be filled with answers explaining why they would leave her, and she had a vague idea of what they were.

As the gaps filled with her thoughts of the music island's destruction, a seed planted itself in the back of her mind.

'Monster.'

Tags: @bookandyarndragon @roseoftrafalgar

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viiridiangreen · 7 months

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Seth really saw the idiot children calling Ikora "uSeLeSs" bc she doesn't give them bounties and decided to end their whole entire careers forever 😹

"IKO-006 ranks in the upper fraction of the 99th percentile of assessed Warlocks on most available metrics of precision, restraint, and raw power. She is, in simplistic terms, a fifth sigma Guardian: 1 in 3.5 million. Given that millions of Guardians have been activated over the centuries since the Collapse, and assuming that performance of Guardians on these metrics is normally distributed, we would expect about ten Guardians of similar power to have existed. Probability favors IKO-006's existence but also her rarity: she is neither an average Guardian nor evidence for some special intervention by the Traveler. Complaints that her talents are overblown or inflated in order to reinforce her authority, or that she benefits from the special favor of a higher power, are sorely mistaken and ignorant of basic statistics. (These complaints come from the same people who ask why we haven't reconquered the whole solar system with our vast strength, forgetting how many Guardians are either in abeyance after exhaustion, still working on mastering their first subclass, or already committed to the protection of populations and resources here on Earth.)"

#also: WOMEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNNN #d2 lore #ikora rey #chalco yong #ikora giving sigma face edit when

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Okay so because I’m gay and mentally ill I have decided to take it upon myself to go through Kafka’s demo frame by frame and overanalyze the shit out of anything I find interesting

It’s insanely packed with blink or you’ll miss it details so buckle up folks- this is gonna be a ride

Right off the bat she starts off with the same coin she also ends the demo with. This isn’t something that’s been part of her character so far nor do I think it has any real significance, so she just brought it to be extra and torment the poor souls she’s planning to slaughter anyway. Annoying dramatic bitch

Also just to get this out of the way now, this is indeed the Belobog museum, or at least its assets. The floor of some of the inner rooms, the staircases, the chandelier and the big golden clock thingy are the same, and in one of the shots you can clearly see the portraits of the former supreme guardians which is. Makes you wonder if they just picked the museum for grand dramatic interior or if she actually had reasons to have business there.

This. This fucking part is probably no longer than 5 seconds and yet, even with the video on 0.25 speed I had to constantly rewind and pause to catch everything and it still probably isn’t 100% accurate. Also I had to cut out a lot things because Tumblr only allows 30 images per post but like, you get the picture

“What do you see” over and over again as images of Rorschach tests flash across the screen so fast you barely have a chance *to* see. Personally I mainly see spider like things and butterflies. Among them are images are some flashes of the robo guards, which to me give the feeling of them getting caught in her web, losing themselves and their control to her mind games and technique.

Something else worth nothing is that this sequence is kickstarted by her throwing the coin and ends with it still in her hand, just thought that was an interesting choice

Before moving on to the next point, however, I want to point out the obvious irony of her telling the guards “don’t be afraid”. Truly words to hear from the woman who is incapable of feeling fear. And what is the name of the demo? Dramatic irony. We’ll get back to that.

Anyway, after that we see the camera pan away from her and over the guards as she uses spirit whisper. The camera movement is accompanied by a single rose petal that starts from Kafka and flies over the guards, which kinda feels like the visual representation of spirit whisper, a gentle rose petal innocently brushing across them as if carried by an invisible breeze

I wanted to make a joke about how her bounty is as large as her strap but seeing as I’m restricted in the number of images I can put I’ll just state the obvious and say she has the largest known bounty of the Stellaron hunters. I’m going to guess the only one higher than hers is Elio’s.

can’t be 100% sure this is what’s going on here, but the imagery makes it look like she’s taking a nice calming stroll and playing Vivaldi in her head while letting the guards slaughter each other, either by controlling them with her strings or with spirit whisper

Dozens of hands reaching out for her, trying to grab her as she’s cocooned in a vulnerable state, pupils visible. I’m sure we’ll eventually get an ingame explanation as to what’s actually going on with her eyes, but for now I do think this is a VERY interesting time to show them. She’s in a compromising position, she’s cornered and vulnerable, but she’s confident and cocky and always, always in control. To anyone else this would be horrifying, but she can’t feel fear, why should she care. Like genuinely this is terrifying imagery that in media is more often than not used to showcase or symbolize sexual violence of sorts and personally makes my skin crawl. I don’t want to get too much into it here I think it needs its own separate post, so for now I’ll keep it short and say that up until now, her pupils have only been shown in situations where she’s at a physical disadvantage (held prisoner at the divination commission, whatever this is etc)

Something a bit lighter to focus on is what she’s saying; “the silk is too fragile to be a treat… unless you’re more fragile than the silk.” Symbolism aside she always seems to refer to silk when talking about fragile things, which we know are, in her opinion, the most beautiful. I really don’t think she’s referring to herself here seeing as the next scene demonstrates she’s far from fragile, so I think she does mean it in a much more literal way and is talking about a spider web; too fragile to capture humans, strong enough to capture its intended prey, this being weaker bugs. All in all she’s probably insulting them by comparing them to bugs weaker than a fragile silk web.

Nothing much to say about the fight scene other than that it’s incredibly choreographed and confirms that Kafka is strong enough to roundhouse kick a guy in the head (god I wish that were me) and do backflips in midair while firing her guns. Also the elevator counting down the survivors as their forces dwindle is fucking rad.

“Destiny has thousands of faces, why does it choose to wear this one?” In the context of the scene this reads to me as her mockingly lamenting the guards’ fate as she beautifully takes them down one by one, but it’s also one hell of a peculiar sentence from someone working for a guy who supposedly sees destiny and directs his followers according to that. She’s a nihilist, everything is predetermined in her eyes, she’s one of destiny’s slaves, but destiny also has thousands of faces? Is she really so nihilistic that even her own worldviews are contrasting in her eyes? As I’m writing this it makes me think of dadaism more than anything else. To quote from wikipedia: “an early 20th-century international movement in art, literature, music, and film, repudiating and mocking artistic and social conventions and emphasizing the illogical and absurd.” Kafka herself in an artist in many ways; she’s an actress first and foremost, always dramatic and theatrical, following a script to a T. But she’s also a musician, everything about her steeped in classical music and references. Anyway, dada is an absurdist nihilistic movement, and you know which real life author known for his absurdism lived and wrote parallel to the Dada? Franz Kafka.

Genuinely Idk where I was going with this I just thought it was worth sharing, MOVING ON-

Neat way of visualizing what I’m assuming is supposed to be her spirit whisper. Also I’m extremely stingy with images (thanks Tumblr), but if you slow down the video around 1:17 you could see that the shot of her katana very quickly flashes into another spider, just wanted to mention that.

These are all narrative screenplay terms that flash by in like a millisecond each after the big ult (that, btw, has a similar shot saying ‘intermission’ right before she casts it but it flashes by so fast and with such bright colors that I couldn’t take a proper screenshot of it) and shown on the Belobog Museum’s projector. The most interesting one here imo is Oneiric Structure; “a cinematic story using dream like visuals, exploring the structure of dreams, memories, and human consciousness”, very fitting considering how much of her abilitieseing how dramatic irony is yet another narrative device.

All these movie terms and framings, however, feel to me more like a wink to Kafka’s roots than anything else. This is the third time she’s been tied to movies somehow (the web event, one of her leaked messages that actually mentions how she’d hate for her life to be turned into a movie), and this is one time too many for me to stop denying that the inspiration for her character was at least in part Makima from Chainsaw Man. I won’t elaborate too much not to spoil the 3 people unfamiliar with csm, but this whole thing feels like a homage, a love letter to Fujimoto’s own love letter for cinema.

Also she *is* an actress following a script, so there’s that as well.

The demo ends with her taunting the one remaining guard with the very same coin from the beginning, flipping it in her palm and asking the guard to guess the ending with heads or tails, prefacing it by saying “sooner or later, the curtain has to fall”. To me this indicates that she sees life as kind of a one gigantic play, with no fear and no value for human life everything is a performance to her, it doesn’t matter beyond what’s happening on the stage in the presence. But also the way this is all framed makes it very easy to assume she’s actually talking about the end of the guard’s life, and asking him how he thinks this encounter between them will end, lol.

Another thing about the coin that Meadows mentioned “her flipping the coin over and over is both like, play with fate, a distraction (like, think in movies, you see someone flipping a coin your eyes are drawn to it and not the sleight of hand happening elsewhere), and ofc her clear obsession with vintage shit”

This has been it from me for now, too dead to properly edit through this rn so I’ll probably go back and add some details once I’m feeling better. Would also love for anyone to chime in with their own conclusions since this is just one person’s interpretation. Especially if you have more knowledge than me about classical music and have ideas regarding the use of Vivaldi’s winter

#honkai star rail #kafka #character analysis #More like demo analysis but whatever #And good luck to everyone pulling tomorrow!!!

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Here's something I haven't seen anyone post their thots on, what kind of voices/accents the heroes have! it would be crazy if at some point the dd2 devs added voice-overs to some of their lines. I think only being able to hear the ancestor's narration adds a sort of lonely vibe to the game which makes sense

Hmm I mentioned it before but personally I like that the game is mostly unvoiced. Wayne June's voice work is god-tier and even that tires me out sometimes. That being said, it's harmless to speculate, right?

Antiquarian: her voice has a bell-like quality, clear and tinny. Speaks a bit fast but enunciates every word, so it's not hard to understand even with her accent.

Man-at-Arms: rough from barking orders under cannonfire, also has that "aged" quality to it. Impressive lung capacity, his bellow qualifies as physical assault. Has a good, hearty belly laugh.

Plague Doctor: high, a bit nasaly, tries to speak at the same speed she's thinking, which makes her impossible to understand when she gets going (you can beatbox to her science rants).

Occultist: has a professor's vocal endurance. Projects his voice well without yelling, speaks clearly, pausedly and with emphasis, which may give the impression that he thinks people around him are too stupid to follow (he does).

Bounty Hunter: low voice, slightly rumbly. There's a Tardif Noise Dictionary of unknown authorship making the rounds. It's shockingly accurate.

Jester: to no one's surprise, the best vocal range in the group. It can be hard to pin down his real voice, since he's always doing bits: performing, mocking, mimicking. Even when he's just talking he often forces a nonchalant falsetto. It can be surprising when he gets serious and drops it, intentionally or not. In reality, he's at the lower side of a tenor.

Shieldbreaker: a smooth contralto. Good singing voice. Of the foreigners, she's the one with the most obvious accent due to her more recent arrival, not helped by the fact that she keeps to herself.

Leper: this guy was trained form birth to give speeches, debate publicly and lead official cerimonies. Plus, he's into poetry. Flawless diction (in more than one language too) and very pleasant to listen to. His rich baritone used to be smoother, lately it has become more gravely.

Abomination: between the constant anatomical changes and torture, Bigby's throat is all kind of fucked up. His voice sounds hoarse and often cracks. He tries not too speak too much or too loudly to preserve it, but the beast will ruin it anyway. Someone please give this guy some propolis.

Crusader: his voice isn't actually as low as you might expect from his size and age, but it's strong, bright and resonant, which is why he does well with rallies and encouraging speeches in general.

Grave Robber: does something similar to Sarmenti, where in social situations she will instinctively use a higher pitch and speak in a more affected manner, most people wouldn't recognize her "private" voice. When genuinely tickled, she'll let out a loud, uncontrolled cackle that has led Dismas to call her evil witch of the graves.

Vestal: the nuns of Saint Martha had a choir, so she actually has some vocal training, although she lacks the confidence for a solo outside of religious duties. I don't know how to describe it, but she has the Concerned Religious Lady voice. If you know, you know.

Flagellant: low, breathy, has a constant intensity to it even when he's speaking calmly that can be too much for most people. And then there's his... enthusiastic sounds when he's flagellating. We don't need to talk about those.

Highwayman: Dismas's neck has experienced too much first degree contact with knives, ropes and other dangerous items for his voice not to sound rough. It also has a strained quality to it, which may have a physical origin, or simply be a result of his hair-trigger.

Hellion: Barristan's buddy in the "voices that commit violence" category. Can produce enough guttural growls, high screams and low roars to make a black metal singer die of envy. Has absolutely no control over her volume. Good with folk and tavern songs.

Houndmaster: light, friendly, pleasant. The Marked for Death team often has to tell him to drop the "dog voice" when talking to people.

Arbalest: well in the middle of the feminine range (higher than Amani or Boudica, lower than Josephine or Audrey). Her voice has good body and energy, and she speaks in a open, approachable way. In medical emergencies her tone gets curt and flat, even snappish if the patient isn't helping (hi Damian).

Runaway: sounds younger than she actually is, making people think she's a teenager. Mumbles and slurs her words a lot.

#asks #anon #darkest dungeon #dd ensemble #dd lists

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canaidliafail · 1 year

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The woman that you are…

evie frye x f!reader 🌿

not proof read and english isn’t my first language. This is just some heavily self indulgent pure crap.

not explicitly sexual but there is convo leading & insinuating that

700 words more or less

MDI

“Flattering to know that's how much they’re offering for my head”

Your lips stretched into a crooked smile and the bartender, Vikto, shook his head

“You know, one of these days someone is bound to finally catch you. I hear there’s two new assassins in the city. Already have a good reputation too”

You laughed and grabbed your drink “That’s what I like about you Vikto. The faith you have in others”

He shook his head in disapproval and continued wiping the glasses

New assassins in town

Oh you’ve heard of them alright. Hard not to. Causing chaos and explosions left and right and in spite that, always being successful in capturing their target. The frye siblings , Jacob and Evie

“Isn’t it getting late ?”

He asked and you looked at the clock. 5 am

Later than you hoped it’d be. You winced at the thought and turned to grab your coat from the seats

“Seriously get yourself together and be more careful out there and-Christ is that dried blood on your coat?”

“Yes” you cocked a brow and his lips thinned

“You are so dramatic”

“Dramatic-“ He seemed to be storming with a million thoughts and curses he wanted to throw at you and if he could spit on your fathers grave he probably would’ve done so as well but instead he took a deep breath

“Just go home…” You smiled and patted his shoulder

“You are so fun Vikto. Ill see you tomorrow”

“I really hope you dont” he mumbled, his face buried in his palms as you walked outside through the backdoor into the narrow alleys. The pavement was wet and your steps heavy. You were grateful for how late the sun would rise in winter giving you more time to sneak back to your apartment with less eyes on your back

You hoisted yourself up grabbing onto a rusty pipe switching your weight from your hands to your calves climbing up the building and finally thrusting yourself up on the roof where you were finally able to let loose and free run your way home.

You eventually reached the front window of your attic, half open and you felt warmth noticing a very gentle light reflected on the misty windows. Sliding in you tried to quietly shut it behind you. You heard the sheets of the bed rustle and a very soft voice unsure call out your name

You turned around with a smile kneeling before the bed and leaving a kiss on your lovers forehead that was cool from the chill winter breeze

Slowly being pulled out of sleep she frowned and sat up “What took you so long?”

“Work”

She seemed genuinely upset

“I’m worried. Have you seen how many bounties they have on you ?”

You smiled, having a hard time understanding how once you found Evie as someone mean and arrogant when truly, she was the gentlest soul.

“I’m alive and in one piece no?”

She reached up to wrap her arms around your neck,trembling, pulling you onto the bed on top of her and your hands went immediately to support your weight and the other sliding up her leg beneath her silk nightgown

“We received an offer for you as well” you could feel her grin in your neck as she started trailing kisses from your jaw to your collar bones, unbuttoning your shirt and vest

“I’m so lucky that you are on my side my lady” You whispered and she bit your skin earning a grunt from you

“Am I?” She pulled away to look into your eyes with a new playful glint and you smirked admiring her face and bringing your other hand to entangle it in her hair the was loose and spread on the bed covers

“Need I convince you once again why it benefits you to keep me there?” Your hand tracing the skin on her thigh now trailed higher teasing the edge of her lace underwear as your legs dipped beneath hers bringing them around your waist

“Hm, do remind me love”

Oh evie frye, the woman that you are

you thought passion burning in your eyes for the brunette who so willingly let her guard down before you, fully giving into your embrace as you started to kiss her down her chest over the fabric taking your time admiring, consuming her body, every edge and every curve

You once prided yourself on being unbendable yet she came in and snapped you in half and had you abide to her every whim with one look.

little did you know how bad she had it for you as well. How she would abandon all honour just to ensure her future by your side.

#evie frye #evie frye x reader #evie frye x female reader #ac syndicate #mdi

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Bounty

Mando and you have been working together for quite some time. However, when another bounty hunter interferes with one of your guys job, there comes a surprise that both of you don’t know how to handle it.

Warnings: Violence, swearing, blood, PTSD, Surviors Guilt, Childhood Trauma, and angst

A/N: You are a jedi, how ever our silver knight don’t know. This is also before Grogu has became a bounty/son.

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You and Mando were sent by the Creed to go to the planet Coruscant. At first you tried to convince Mando to go to the one that was on Jakuu, of course of many disagreements he won. Both of you left Nevarro quickly after getting the bounty. Which was normal occurrence with the both of you.

Mando let you walk up the ramp of Razor Crest first. He started that just a couple of weeks ago. When you both first met couple years ago he was standoffish, cold, and never truly talked. Now he makes simple conversations, not as standoffish, and more curious. You would want to say he was becoming little softer but it wasn’t even that.

Mando sat in the pilot chair as you sat in the chair next to him. Once slip space hit your visuals, yoh sat back. Coruscant. You could remember the last time you were on that nightmare of a planet, 12 was how old you were but it felt like just yesterday. Carrying force sensitive kids, running, dodging, hearing the screams, or seeing the dead bodies. Of children, masters, even the librarian. The clones you once called friends shot and burned your only known family you had.

You were on the run since and never been on the planet since. It made you nervous, throwing up everywhere nervous. Fuck Mando why didn’t he noticed the way you disagreed constantly to just move on. Stubborn Mandolorians. They are all the damn same. You worked with one before with your master back in the Clone Wars but you didn’t remember them being this stubborn.

“You’re quiet.” His modified voice rang through your ears bringing you back into reality.

At first you wanted to stay quiet and just keep staring at the blurry blue in front of you. “Just preparing is all.” You said noticing a h/c strand of hair falling in front you.

Memories. That’s all you can think of. Preparing to see the same streets different people. You pushed it back up into your bun, you needed to redo it. “Your preparing isn’t a quiet one.” He mumbled still looking forward. His tease. His poke.

You smirked and rolled your eyes. That is another thing you noticed, he was more joking towards you. It’s dry naturally but it’s still a joke. Or tease. “I am going to fix my hair before we land on the god awful city planet.”

“Why do you hate it?” Mando turned his chair right when I reached the door frame.

I froze, thinking of ways to divert it. “Where you from?”

He never told you where he came from, where he truly was from. He eventually slipped that he was a foundling but never told you about his actual home. It was the question you both asked each other but never budge. Noted, you don’t know where you were actually from but you considered Coruscant your home. “Fine.” He said turning back to the slip space movements.

You went down to the bathroom closing the door behind you with a hiss following behind it. You looked in the small mirror, your hair was a mess, baggy eyes, a busted lip finally healing. The last bounty put up a fight, how much you wanted to throw him with the force against a wall. First Mando would have seen and second you have noticed how much aggression was coming through. You have used the force around Mando without him noticing, like he can’t reach something when climbing to give him a boost. He calls you rabbit since you naturally can jump further and higher. So you have tried not to do that anymore.

You sighed and turned the sink on splashing your face. Washing the memory of your what you considered your sister fall over dead after a blaster blot went through her. Or when the child you held was breathing heavily for air. Or tripping over some higher classes padawans. Or hearing the screams and yells from both jedi and clone. Or actually killing a clone, the one you enjoyed having around when he came around.

Tap tap tap

You jumped naturally throwing you hand on your blaster. You had your sabers, they were hidden in your own compartment in the Crest. After rubbing you taught yourself how to use a blaster. Now with the force and the blaster you became pretty damn good.

“We are almost there.” Mando said walking away.

You quickly fixed your hair and stepped out. Fixing your white long sleeve shirt and throwing on your black vest on. You started grabbing your weapons that you brought on bounty runs. “How long does it to fix hair?” Mando asked as he cleaned one of his knives.

All the questions. You thought. “Well I am not bald unlike you.” You teased cleaning you blasted pistol. He just chuckled lightly on that comment. “Why all the questions Mando?” You asked after a minute or two.

It came out cold, irritated. You usually don’t act like that and Mando took note of it. At first you didn’t think he was going to answer until he cleared his throat. “Because of that.”

You snapped your head up. “Of what?”

Mando stood up to put the knife away and headed to the ladder. “Quietness. Short tempered. Short answers. Not like you cyare.”

You glared at him as he went up to help the Crest get out of slip space. “Cyare?” You whispered. You knew of the word but didn’t know what it meant. You felt the Razor Creat descending, you stood up and grabbed a scarf that would cover the lower part of your face and a hood part of the black vest.

Mando climbed down. “Coruscant aircraft officials will be looking over the Razor Crest for any damage.” When he walked up to the exit you grabbed quickly your sabers. If they were going to be looking over you had to bring them.

You stuffed them in the back of your belt compartment, big enough to fit them. You followed right him as you both walked off of the ramp, having eyes follow the both of you. Mandalorians were rare to come by these days, they were basically instinct after the Fall of Mandalore. It wasn’t not normal but right now it made you feel on edge. “Did you hear me?” Mando asked looking down at you.

“Yeah yeah yeah.” You said not knowing what he said.

He sighed loudly. “The bounty is in the lower district. Gambler. He owes money. So he will be easy to grab. Not to kill.”

“They want them alive?” You asked kind of shocked by that.

He slightly tilted his helmet, knowing that was his ‘are you kriffing joking?’ indicator the taxi came flying next to you. “Where to?” It was a Gran that spoke to Mando, as both of you clambered in.

“Moshi Bar.” He dryly responded.

You weren’t listening to the gran’s story of his life until he mentioned the Republic times. You snapped your head. “You were hear during the republic times?”

Mando looked over at you as the gran nodded. “Oh of course! What troubling times, the jedi betraying the people was the hardest thing to hear. I remembered when my ex wife gasped while watching the news broadcast the temple. Oh what a sight that was. I thought that they deserved it, betraying us like that. To overthrow the government we had. For failing us,” He paused as we came to an end of the ride. “Now with the Empire gone I don’t know if the people failed the jedi instead.”

That rang in your head. ‘People failing the jedi.’ You hopped out before hearing the gran telling you how much the pay was. Mando paying for it as he hopped out. The chip beeped slowly, meaning you were close. “He is here alright.” I said looking over at Mando who was already looking at me. “What?”

“What was that back there?” He asked looking around.

“Let’s discuss this later.” you said walking towards the bar.

Mando followed you in as you both scanned the area, people clinging drinks and yelling over the music. “There.” He pointed to the Bith sitting next to a blue tortuga.

You nodded. “How you want to do this?”

“I will go up to him and just give him the run down. Meet me at the door if it goes well and if not we’ll…”

“Come kick ass got it.” You said walking away and blending in with the crowd.

As you did so you felt uneasy, gross, sick to your stomach. You kept pushing it away knowing that it was cause you were on this fucking hell hole of a planet. Until you sensed someone else was watching you. You sighed and looked around avoiding what was supposed to be now the bounty. You finally found who was watching, a hooded figure standing in the corner. You snapped your eyes over to Mando who was still giving a shake run on Bith and the Tortuga walked away.

“Come on.” You whispered watching the hooded figure walking towards you. Fuck.

You waited until the figure came next to you. “You know love, you are worth a lot of credits alive,” You felt the knife on the side of you. “Dead isn’t as much but enough to pay a king.”

You side eyed glared at him. “I would think twice bud.” You warned having my hand on my hip.

He dug the knife into my side, just a small uncomfortable poke. You clenched your jaw, in frustration. “Or what your metal boyfriend will kill me. I am not scared of no Mandalorian.”

“I was talking about me.” You warned as you grabbed his wrist lifting it up, cutting you a bit but enough for you to break his wrist. He screamed and pulled out his blaster, firing it once.

That’s when all hell broke loose. People clamoring over each other, screaming, as they ran to the exit. You slightly used the force to shoot your bounty in the leg so he was unable to run. Mando looked down and grabbing his wrist to put handcuff on one wrist to the bolted stool.

The tholothian tried to kick your stomach but you blocked and pulled your knife out and slashed his arm. He screamed again. You then elbow his face as you threw the knife into his leg. As he knelt you pulled out your blaster pistol and aimed it at his head, he looked up with blood dripping out of his nose.

“You work for the bith?” I asked as the music died.

“Not here,” Mando came next to me. “Let’s take it outside.” He looked over at the bith who was in pain from the bolt.

“Fine.” You put the gun back quickly as you forcefully pulled the tholothian up and pushing him towards the exit.

Mando knocked the Bith out as both of dragged the both of them to a secluded alley avoiding any police. Once you threw the man on the ground you stepped on the knife digging it in more. “Do you work for the bith?” You asked again as Mando leaned against the wall behind him next to the sleeping bounty.

He chuckled. “No, I don’t work for that scum bag.”

“You said I am worth a lot of credits by whom?” I asked instead ignoring that comment.

“What?” Mando said leaning off the wall. “She is being hunted?” He said looking down at the guy.

His smile faded. “I can’t say.” He quickly said.

You rolled my eyes leaning down to pat him down, until I felt a chit. You pulled it out and it was blinking quickly making that high pitch noise. Your heart dropped. You dropped it on the ground and crushed it. Staring blankly at it.

You heard a bug thump and noticed that Mando had the guy pushed against the wall. “Who sent you?” He growled lifting him higher without his feet touching the ground.

“Honestly I don’t know, they sent another hunter to give me the job. They are very secretive about it. They say she is something that they truly needed turned in. Alive.” He explained crying at this point.

“How many credits?” You mumbled.

“What?” The tholothian asked.

“How many fucking credits.” You asked more stern.

At first he didn’t answer but after being shoved against the wall hard he nodded. “4 million credits.” He whispered.

Mando snapped his head towards you. He let him drop to the floor. “Stay,” he ordered looking and pointing down at him. The Tholothian mumbled not going anywhere. Mando walked towards you and stood close to you “Do you know why you are being hunted?” He asked whispering.

You shook your head. Lying. You can’t trust nobody, even when the empire as fallen there were still staggering members. Trying to rebuild. Anything could happen. You gulped. “No I don’t understand why I would be.”

He nodded once before looking behind him. “Whatever it is they want you big time and alive. What if the creed is the one after you?” He asked.

You thought of that already. “I could leave,” He snapped his head back to you. “I don’t want you to be forced to leave the guild if it is them.”

“You are in the creed, it’s a possibility but I would be fine to defend you. We are partners after all.” He explained briefly, his voice wasn’t the same fry to the point sound, it sounded scared? No maybe desperate. “If it was the guild we will know once we land.”

“Okay.” You whispered looking over at the guy. “What about him?”

Mando sighed. “He is a loose end.”

You nodded and pulled out your pistol before firing it. It didn’t take long to get back to the crest. No one asked questions these days about carrying unconscious and or dead people anymore. We planned on dropping the dead weight on a different planet before getting back to Nevarro.

You felt bad for lying to Mando about not telling him about being a jedi. You told him you were gonna shower before landing, making sure he wasn’t paying attention you slipped back your sabers to where they stayed in. You stared a moment at them, running a hand over one. You remembered when you went through the trial to receive the color. How it glowed for you to get it. How it chose you. You sighed having tears brim your eyes. How your master was proud. Happy. You remembered the last time you saw your master was when the alarm about an attack was happening. You never saw her after that, you knew she was dead, you felt it in the force. You knew that.

After the shower you basically were out of slip space. You sat next to Mando who was intensely staring ahead. “You would tell me if you knew right?” He asked slightly looking over.

You leaned back into the chair and nodded. “Yeah I would.”

“I don’t think they did send anyone cyare. I would hope that Greef would let us know.” He quietly said sighing after.

“Yeah,” You thought of the word cyare, he called you that again. “What does cyare mean?”

The room became very tense as you saw him freeze. It’s like you just pulled his helmet off slapped him then slammed it back on. You were about to ask again until he made a simple movement to get out of slip space to see Nevarro ahead. “Just a nickname.”

You wanted to ask more but dropped it since you had to worry about the adventure ahead. Anything can happen. You closed your eyes and saw your master in a memory. “Remember young ones,” Her voice was soft and she was smiling. It was a day to block that damn ball that shot the shock lasers. None of us did well that day. “Always expect the unexpected. The enemy is and can be one step ahead.” You opened your eyes as the Razor Crest landed.

Mando was right the guild didn’t have a problem, even though both of you were scared of that answer. Once you sat down there was a bigger puck, a puck that would change both yours and Mando’s life. The one that would bring that secret to life.

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