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HAWK Battery
Bell watched the Barghest Company techs and ground grew unload the cargo the Wild Hunt had brought with it. Carts of spares, ammo, food, medical supplies, everything an army engaging in a protracted planetary invasion could use.
Additionally, the mech techs were busing themselves with loading and checking weapons on the 12 mechs that had been brought with. Currently, the chief tech was ripping one of the SLDF temps a new one, over how to properly calibrate one of the PPCs on the King Crab. She listened hard, tuning out the other noise of the makeshift staging area.
"-oh my god were you trained in a barn?! If you set it to that you'll wear out the capacitor and I'll have to recalibrate it all over again these are works of art and you're getting your grubby fingerprints all over the cowling and if you get oil in those connection ports I'm gonna take this wrench and-"
Bell shakes her head a bit and allows herself a small, small smile.
She turns her attention to Owen's...well...her Mechwarriors for the moment.
The other members of the three lances were assisting in unloading the dropship (Roberta and Ann, who are just kinda moving crates and boxes of munitions that would require at least a forklift to move on their own), helping organize the equipment (John, Sin, John being his usual analitical if boring self and SIn being helpful as ever), vibrating when she's not running back and forth (Flora), Spending a quiet moment together (Delila and Pam, sitting squished together side by side under Delila's Nightstar), talking about meat (Clara, she seems to be talking to the large cleaver she is polishing on a box, more knives than one person would feel is healthy to own set out around her), glaring daggers at anyone who comes near her (Bridget), smoking (Carrie, in the shadow of her Kontio), or complaining about the cold....and smoking (Amaryllis, next to Carrie as they are smoking buddies, he is draped in a far too large SLDF severe weather coat, although where he got it, and what he had to do to get it, remain blissfully unknown to her).
She allows herself a small nod, as all things are as they should be, and nothing out of place. Owen always said she was one for detail, and admittedly, gently teased her from time to time.
Sigh, that man....I hope he's alright.
She had made inquiries regarding the status of her commander, but the situation over in Utah was above her clearance level. Or at least that's what the SLDF toadie she's spoken to...five times...had told her.
She sighs, and pulls up her pad to check the schedule, and to ensure everything is going according to plan. For the third time.
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No Surprises-A Trafalgar Law x Reader Fan Fiction
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For Kanna's birthday, Law takes her to an island filled with flowers. She eventually decides to make her captain a flower crown.
While helping her gather flowers, Law reflects on how he met Kanna.
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Chapter 0-Heart
sfw, trauma, cussing, fluff, self-harm, comfort, angst, mentions of abuse
The history between the two of you was quite different than that and most of your crew mates. He knew it all too well.
“Heliotrope…”
Law had first encountered you in Dressrosa after Doflamingo’s downfall. He remembered your hooded dark green cloak and how tightly you held onto Zoro.
“Who is this?”
“This is Reader. We thought you’d be the best person to take care of her.”
“We? You mean your crew? Where’s Mugiwara-ya?”
“Look, there’s no time. She needs treatment. now.”
“Tch, can you at least tell me what happened to her?”
“You’ll find out soon. Just get moving!”
Zoro had placed you into his arms. You were so light.
“Jeez…” he mumbled, letting out a frustrated sigh.
“Petunia…”
Law remembered the irritating buzzing of the infirmary lamp, the dreary office walls, the creaking of the ship, the humming of the machinery. He remembered the pressure in his ears as he removed your garments.
Blood. Bruises. Scabs. Lacerations.
Broken ribs. A black eye. A broken nose.
Battered knees. Large bite marks. Raw knuckles.
A cut lip. A dark ring around your neck. Hickies.
He didn’t even need to do a full examination to know the torment you suffered back in Dressrosa.
It was nauseating. He felt sick. And he was almost certain he knew who did this to you.
Doflamingo.
Your silence was satisfactory enough.
“Hydrangea…”
In the beginning, you rarely spoke.
To your crewmates, you were like a feral wild cat. They teased you for it, unaware of the cumulative trauma you endured. Upon catching wind of the comment, Law had a brief meeting with his crew to tell them to "shut the hell up".
He knew they didn't mean anything bad by it, but actions speak louder than words. It was not his story to tell and he respected your privacy.
"Because I'm your captain! I won't explain myself. Just do as you're told. She's a person, you idiots. She's not a fucking cat."
He knew your behavior was reactive. Law recalled one occasion when you became so enraged with him keeping you in the infirmary room for so long, that you bit his hand. All he could see when looking at you was a reflection of himself all those years ago.
He knew that pain and the fear better than anyone else on board. Despite it all, he recognized your determination, your strength, your resilience.
“Amaryllis…”
You knew death, and you did not fear it.
When you trained with him, you fought with hatred. Darkness seeped from your blade and blinded your eyes the longer the matches carried on. You’d curse, spit insults, or scowl whenever someone tried approaching you.
Sometimes, when walking by your room, he could hear you softly crying.
You skipped every meal and most of your chores. You’d lock yourself in your room for most of the day. All you wanted to do when you came out of your room was train with him.
Law remembered the day when he discovered the fresh cuts lacerated all over your arms and legs. You were no longer able to be trusted with blades. You were forbidden from training and joining the battlefield.
He was so horrified and saddened by your actions, he couldn't sleep that night. He sat on the side of his bed, wrapped under his sheets, and sobbed. He felt powerless.
He promised himself to not let his feelings take control.
So, why? Why was this so difficult?
“Marigold…”
He didn’t know what to do anymore. The Heart Pirates had tried everything.
Law struggled to study some nights with how stressful life on the Polar Tang had become.
Shachi even suggested leaving you at an island with your belongings and departing without even saying goodbye.
“She’s deadweight, Captain. She’ll just make things worse and worse.”
“Just give her time.”
“How much time? What about the rest of us?”
“She’ll come through, just have hope, please.”
“...” Shachi stormed out of your office.
Still, Law had seen something in you. He saw your fighting spirit. You were just scared and traumatized. You weren’t evil. If you were, Zoro would never have held you tightly in his arms. Hell, you wouldn’t even be here.
Something deep inside told him that he shouldn’t let go.
“Cosmos…”
So, he listened.
He already wasn’t the best talker nor the most outgoing on board, but you were an enigma to Law. He wanted to talk to you, but first, he needed to understand you. It was his duty as a captain, after all.
Sometimes, he would sit, leaning against your door, and lend you an ear. He’d bring two plates of food, most often just one, and set it outside of your room.
While it was only for a brief moment everyday, that moment became an hour spent between the two of you.
When you didn’t want to talk, he left you alone. Despite everything, he still treated you as an equal.
“Hyacinth…”
Just like clockwork, you began to speak. You began to change for the better. You began to heal.
At first, it was grim and depressing. But, the more comfortable you became, you began to talk about the things that made you happy.
You would even sit outside of your room and share a meal with him. Because of your daily ritual, you both began to eat more and became healthier. It was nostalgic for Law.
You began to leave your door slightly ajar throughout the day, and closed at night. You would only lock it shut when you were having a bad day.
Law remembers the first time you cleaned your entire plate of breakfast.
He remembered how he didn’t want the toast he still had left to eat, and how you ate it for him.
He remembered finding you in the kitchen later that night, snacking on leftover dessert from dinner.
He remembered sitting at the table across from you, watching you eat happily with dried ice cream around your lips.
Law remembers the first time you laughed. After swabbing the hallways with soap and water, Bepo had accidentally slipped and left a wet paw print on the wall. The moment you noticed it, you giggled.
He remembered the first time you told him hello, the first time you asked him a genuine question, the first time you greeted your crewmates. He was sure there were plenty of more first times that he wasn’t there to witness.
Regardless, he knew he would treasure the rare moments he was there for.
The biggest milestone happened on Shachi’s birthday.
The crew had decided to have a birthday breakfast, with a big buffet and assortment of drinks, fruit trays, and meats.
About 10 minutes into the party, they saw a small, mousy person quietly walk into the kitchen. Your eyes immediately darted to the floor of the ship as you grabbed a plate and sat down next to Hakugan.
The moment you took a bite of the strawberry, Ikkaku and Bepo almost cried.
“Who’sbffdayis ut trrdyy (who’s birthday is it today?)” you asked, chewing with your mouth full.
The crew burst out cheering. When Ikkaku hugged you, Law could see your discreet smile through the opening of her arm.
He and his crew had begun doing acts of service for you, and spent time with you, playing, sharing meals, and hanging out.
You had begun to change for the better. It was almost like night and day for Law. You were a commendable member to the crew, doing your chores diligently, sometimes offering to do chores for others.
“Peony…”
Yet, out of all of the people you spoke to, you’d grown most fond of talking to him.
Why me?
Your voice was soothing. It was comforting. It was a break from being stuck in the more stressful corners of his mind.
Law touched the hibiscus flowers clipped to his kimono.
In all of this, your presence kept his mind out of the dark sewers of his past. He no longer felt blinded by hatred. He no longer felt the need to squeeze his eyes shut.
“Carnation…”
You were one of the few people that could make him laugh, too. He found that to be one of your best qualities. You were gentle to him and cooperated.
Sometimes, you’d like leaving drawings on his desk or around the areas he sat.
At first, he thought it was slightly annoying. But, the more and more you worked your way into his heart, he began to adore them. It didn’t matter what you made for him or gave him, he’d cherish them.
You became close friends. For the rare occasions that you did show up to his office, he set up an area just for the two of you.
Before long, he bought a small photo album at one island so he could store all of your drawings that you had given him.
He never mentioned any of this to you, but, on one occasion when he had awoken from a horrible nightmare, he flipped through the photo book to calm himself down.
It wasn’t full proof, obviously, but it helped a great deal.
“Rose…”
Slowly but surely, Law had begun to feel…anxious around you. He felt nervous.
Why did his heart race whenever you said his name?
Why did his chest swarm with butterflies whenever you sat next to him during meals?
Why did he find himself missing you more and more, longing for your presence whenever things became stressful?
It frightened him.
The best remedy, he thought, might be to avoid you. It was almost certain that you were the reason he was feeling sick.
It didn’t last for long. It only made things worse.
He wanted to hear you sing. He wanted your drawings. He wanted to see you smile and be happy.
God, your smile. It reminded him so much of Corazon's.
He wanted you to be near when you did your chores. He wanted to hear you talk-no, he wanted to hear your voice.
Damn it, what is wrong with me? I’ve never felt this way around anyone so, why her?
Law knew the answer.
One night, after a long study session, Law stepped out of his room to see what his crew was up to. When he laid his eyes on you, he saw you, smiling and laughing. You turned to him and smiled.
“Captain!”
Law’s eyes widened and his cheek became hot. He hurried back to his office without a word. He shut the door behind him and slumped down on the floor.
“Reader-ya...” he repeated to himself over and over.
“...”
His feelings for you were pure. They were romantic. Without even realizing it, you warmed up to him. You broke down the iron walls of his heart and left him vulnerable.
He loved you.
Law cried. He couldn’t lie to himself anymore. He knew it deep down all along. He wanted to protect you.
Every smile, every laugh, every gentle touch, and every conversation was his way of telling you how much he loved you. Yet, it was terrifying.
He was scared of just how much he loved you. He wanted to love you freely, but he couldn't stop thinking about how much danger he could be putting you in.
He didn’t want you to get hurt by anyone, yet he didn’t want to let go of what the two of you had.
He didn't want you to be a secret, he hated lying. Law considered himself an honest man.
He knew the moment he’d finally tell you that he was in love with you, he wouldn’t hold back. Law had feelings. He was just as human as you were.
His heart beat for you and no one else.
And now, here you were, making it beat louder and louder.
He wished this moment would last forever. He was happy right here with you.
#one piece#op#trafalgar law#trafalgar one piece#trafalgardwaterlaw#one piece art#trafalgar d law x reader#law x reader#op imagines#trafalgar law x oc#oc one piece#op oc#one piece oc#ocs#no surprises a trafalgar law x reader fan fiction
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The Dangers of Falling: One
Heyo
I debated posting any of this at all because it’s not the best I’ve written but eh, I wanted a fic with a female love interest and haven’t been able to find one, so I made one myself.
This is the first part of a longer fic, who knows if I’ll finish it at all. I have a terrible track record with these sorts of things.
Basically, time traveler from our day and age, goes back to steal shit from the 1700s/Golden Age of Pirates, and one day bumps into Blackbeard. Shenanigans and such ensue. The first at least two chapters will be before the events of OFMD.
General Fic Warnings for the series: Named OC - Amaryllis/Ama. Potentially smut but I’m undecided on it. For sure flirting, kisses probably, and some violence overall. Thruple. EdxAmaxStede, or rather, EdxAma and then EdxStede/EdxAma, and even more eventually EdxAmaxStede because I am greedy shut up
Warnings: Drinking, some vague allusions to sex I guess. Pirates. Time Traveler explanation because I hyper focused on that for some reason. I promise it’ll get more exciting later.
ANYWAY
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"If you fancy the woman, go woo her," Izzy Hands groaned after watching his Captain staring at a woman across the bar. She wasn't anything special in Izzy's eyes. Just another woman, though she was a bit oddly dressed. She looked like she hadn't seen much hardship, so he figured she must be some high bred thing looking for adventure. Izzy grinned into his drink thinking how she'd surely get into more trouble than she bargained for once Blackbeard got his hands on her.
"Maybe I will," Blackbeard took a sip from his drink but didn't move. His eyes were trained on the woman.
She was wearing dark pants, knee high boots. They both looked well made. She wore a white cotton shirt that had a wide collar, which showed far more of her neck and clavicle than he'd ever seen a woman wear that wasn't selling herself. The sleeves were oversized and loose around her arms. Over the whole thing she wore an open duster type coat, sleeveless. It looked like she'd taken some wealthy landowners dressing gown and cut off the sleeves. Thick brocade fabric in blues and greens. He'd never seen a woman, or really anyone, dress like that before her.
But her wild manner of dress wasn't why he was staring. Blackbeard had in fact, seen her before.
It was just over a month ago. He had seen her pickpocket several men in a different bar, in a different port town. She smiled at them and laughed lightly while her hands roamed into their pockets and stole their coins and trinkets. Blackbeard had followed her then, hoping to see if she wanted to work for him for a while. She was remarkably good at what she was doing.
As he watched the woman laugh now, drinking with some locals, he couldn't help but remember the way she snuck off into the trees that last time. How she had stopped to check to see if she was followed. He had kept to the shadows and she missed him entirely. Whether that was his hiding skill or her ignorance he wasn’t sure. But he saw her take a deep breath and disappear with a sound like a tree snapping in a gale. The sound of a hull as a cannon ball guts it.
And in the grass, a charred mess of lines, that when he got closer, appeared to be some sort of flower made from too many angles.
"Captain?" Izzy brought him out of his thoughts.
"Don't wait up," Blackbeard grinned as he stood. Izzy just chuckled as Blackbeard headed across to where the odd woman sat, her feet propped up on the table.
The table got quiet all at once. Dark eyes peering down at them, making them shrink into their seats.
"Captain, sir," one of the men stammered.
"Can we get you a drink?" Another offered.
The woman looked up at the new man, took in his wild hair, long dark beard, leather jacket. Only one sleeve… she liked the look.
Her eyes were blue and curious, but she did not seem to recognize him.
"You should," Blackbeard said to the men, not taking his eyes off the woman. She just kind of smiled up at him as all three of her drinking friends left to get this wild man a drink.
"Captain?" She asked. She wondered who he was that made her new friends so skittish. She didn’t care as much that they left, as they had already told her what she’d needed to know. How there was a man in town with a whole chest full of gold coins and candlesticks, and that it was well guarded. That guarded part didn’t bother her, she had her ways. She just needed to know the where.
"I want to know where you got that coat," he drawled, taking one of the newly vacated seats. She shifted to put her feet back on the floor.
"Funny, I was going to ask where you got yours," she smirked at him. Her face was glowing with drink he thought. She knew it was a blush because she thought he was pretty.
"I know a guy," he shrugged.
"Bought mine from a dress shop in London, custom made." she told him. "I feel like I should know who you are by the way my friends reacted to you,"
"Names Blackbeard," he couldn't help but grin at the way her blue eyes widened. Clouds parting to reveal the sky.
"Thee Blackbeard? Edward Teach?" She clarified, excited. He was surprised she knew his second name. Also surprised she knew Blackbeard but had no idea what he looked like.
"Edward Teach, born on a beach, that’s me."
“I did a whole report on you in school,” The edge of her mouth tipped up into a wry smile.
“School?”
“Yeah, I suppose educating women isn’t something they do much here,” She shrugged as though that was obvious.
The three sailors that had been keeping her company came back with drinks for the Captain. Each one set a glass of either rum or whiskey down before him and stood there for a moment before he acknowledged them at all.
"Bugger off," he told them with a tip of his head. They scattered like flies.
The woman chuckled slightly and grabbed one of the drinks they'd brought him.
"So what does the infamous Blackbeard want with little old me?" She asked. He had a smirk on his face while he watched her take a sip of his drink. She knew who he was now and still had no fear of him.
Fascinating.
"I really did want to know where you got that coat," he admitted. Half truth.
He took one of the other glasses and drank from it.
"Like I said, London,"
"Never much cared for London," he said.
"I only go there for shopping, the people generally suck," he couldn’t place her accent but it sounded lovely. He found he wanted to hear her talk more, just to hear it lilt.
"What do they call you?" Blackbeard asked.
"Amaryllis," she told him. He'd never heard such a name.
For the moment he decided to wait to ask her about the mystery of her disappearing act, that could wait. He was happy enough to simply share drinks with her. Watch how her skepticism faded into a relaxed air of companionship. Her whole face danced through her emotions as she told him about how she was only in town looking for money.
“In a way, I suppose I’m a pirate too, but with no strings attached,” She smiled at him.
“How’s that then?” Edward mused watching her mischief dance across her face.
“Well, I steal stuff and love the sea, basically a pirate,” She argued. He chuckled.
“Pirates are more than that,”
“I break the law a lot,” She offered.
“That’s closer,”
“And like I said, a pirate with no strings attached. I don’t need a ship, I don’t need a crew. I don’t need a Captain telling me what to do,” She wiggled her eyebrows at him and he smirked against the rim of his glass. She was something else.
“That just makes you a thief, luv,” He said a bit more seriously than the moment called for. Amaryllis just laughed.
“Semantics,” She finished her drink and someone brought her a new one before she could stand.
Blackbeard loved how easily he got Ama talking like they were old friends. She was strange, animated, and intelligent. Charming. They shared another drink and when she was thoroughly lubricated, he went in for the kill.
"So how do you do that whole disappearing act, then?" He asked as though he was asking about the weather. He sipped his drink to hide his wry smile.
She froze, but tried to recover.
"What are you talking about?" There was no way he could know.
"Bought a month back, saw you pickpocket half a bar. I followed you out into the trees and bang, you disappeared like god herself came down and plucked you right into the sky.” He took another slow drink from his cup, his eyes steady and dark while he held her gaze.
"Why would you follow a pickpocket?" She leaned forward, hoping the challenge would divert him.
"How did you disappear?" He countered, he leaned forward to meet her challenge with his own. She realized all at once that he wasn’t going to let this go that easily. Blackbeard, of course, wasn’t used to losing a battle, let alone a battle of wits or stubbornness.
“Well god had nothing to do with it,” Amaryllis scoffed, throwing herself back into her chair.
“Demons then? Or are you a witch? A siren perhaps?”
“Funny,” She rolled her eyes. “You call me a siren as if you’d ever heard me sing,”
“Your voice is sweet enough,” Backbeard watched her blush at the compliment.
Ama suddenly found herself out of her depth. Everything she knew told her not to tell someone in the past about herself, about the future. And Blackbeard of all people? She knew too much about him to talk with him much longer.
"I'm a time traveler," Amaryllis said anyway. She watched his face go from confusion to intrigue and back again.
"The fuck is that?"
She should leave and not look back.
"It means, I can go backwards and forwards through time. In fact, to me, today? Right here right now? Is the past. All this is happening before I was ever born," she said. His brow folded into a frown.
"How?"
"Honestly I'm not sure how it works…something to do with the fact that everything is electricity…like lightning." she admitted. "All I really know is that I can do it,"
"That's fucking mental," his eyes were suddenly filled with childish delight. "Can you show me?"
"Fuck no," she scoffed. "Technically I shouldn't even have told you that much," she drank from her glass and tried to think of a way out. But his brown eyes and wild enthusiasm were refreshing. And she was terribly, terribly, lonely.
"Got any other magic powers?" He asked.
"I don't know that it's magic exactly, but I can teleport a bit as well, makes landing safely easier. But both things make me super tired so I can't just go places willy nilly,"
"Teleport?"
"Basically, I can move from one place to another without walking. It's similar to the time travel, but less effort and energy. If I’m well rested, I can snap between places a few times before I pass out or worse."
"I don't know know half of what the fuck you're on about but keep talking," he leaned forward and she rolled her eyes. He couldn't believe how blue her eyes were.
"You really want to know?" Skeptical but hopeful. She hadn't been able to talk about her powers with anyone, in any time period. The other travelers she'd met were mostly just passing through and very rarely stopped to talk to her. Except Kolin, but he was a jerk at best, an asshole usually, and pretentious all the time.
"I haven't heard anything even half this interesting in…" he thought for a second. "Ever." She laughed again. "So if you're not from here, where are you from?"
"Well I am actually from The New World, but it's much different by the time I come around, and not at all new anymore." She shook her head for a second, the absurdity of the whole thing was not lost on her. "I'm from about 300 years in the future,"
"No shit. You look good for your age," he offered. She laughed again.
"Being negative 300 and change is surprisingly good for your skin," She joked.
“You said if you snap too many times you pass out or worse, what’s that about?”
“It takes a lot of energy to Travel. Time Travel is the most work, especially coming this far. When I land I usually have to sleep for a while before I can function at all. The initial bit is like waking up drunk,” Ama said, trying to say it in a way he’d understand.
“Drunk or hungover?”
“Depends on the trip,” Ama admitted. “This trip was almost dreamlike, as though I’d been awoken in the middle of a dream and it didn’t want to let me go. Almost walked right off a pier,” She laughed at herself.
“What’s the ‘worse’ option?”
“Umm,” Ama felt herself blush in shame. She hadn’t overdone it in awhile, but she knew it was a terrible thing when she did.
“That bad huh?”
“Yeah, well, everything is electricity, and if I do too much, the electricity in me and around me kind of arc flashes…explodes. Sank a whole ship like that one time on accident,”
“I’ve sank a few ships,” Blackbeard smiled almost with venom. “Nothing to be ashamed of,”
Amaryllis looked at him for a long moment, her blue eyes turbulent. She wanted to believe him, to let his words make it ok. To ease the beast in her chest that growled and wanted her to destroy more. To let the lightning out.
“Hearing what you have, you don’t think I’m a monster?” It was a stupid question, but Ama knew she wouldn’t see him after this, so who cared.
“Sounds like you’re a good time,” Blackbeard mused. “Could use a lady like you on my crew, whatdaya say? Looking for work?”
“You’re insane,” Serious voice, hopeful eyes.
“I wouldn’t get half the shit done that I get done if I was sane.” He agreed.
“Jesus fuck,” Ama rubbed her eyes. She was more drunk than she had planned on getting. Her limbs were loose and her head was swimming, but she had yet to descend into the giggles or the crying that she knew was 50/50 when that point was reached.
“Is that a yes?”
“No, I’m a thief not a pirate I recall someone telling me,” She tipped her glass to him and drained it.
“How do you figure out where to land when you travel here?” Edward asked. She pursed her lips thoughtfully.
“Usually, I aim for a town of some kind, I have a map back home of this time period, so I have a better chance of getting where I want to go.” Ama then got a wild excitement in her eyes. “I did figure out an even better way though,” She hadn’t had anyone to tell how clever she was for her pendant trick.
Ama was surprised to find herself as comfortable talking than she should have.
"And this baby?" She pulled a long chain from the pocket inside her duster. Attached to the chain was a silver pendant, about two fingers wide, and three tall. Oval, well loved, dark silver. "This is my shortcut. Sometimes I leave it in a place I want to return to. And so far no one has stolen it before I returned for it,"
"A short cut?"
"Yeah, so it's a very long trip, right? Sometimes it's easier to have a point to aim at rather than a general destination." She put the pendant back in her pocket. "I guess that part is a little bit magic, I had to do a sort of spell to tie the pendants to each other and then to me." She pursed her lips and hummed, surprised she hadn't thought about it like that before.
"Fucking mental," he said for maybe the hundredth time.
"It kind of is," she agreed. Blackbeard had a plan forming in his head now. This woman was the most interesting thing he'd come across in years and he wasn't about to just let that go.
The two spent the rest of the night talking. Mostly Edward asking questions and Ama answering them. And she was thrilled to be heard for once.
But she knew when she left that night, she would never see Blackbeard again. Even if he was far more charming than the history books had suggested. Even if she kind of wanted to see him and his mischief filled brown eyes again.
"I need to go find a place to sleep for the night, but it's been wonderful talking to you, Captain," she said "captain" like a term of endearment and he ate it up.
"I've got a ship," he offered. Ama laughed again, knowing that couldn’t mean anything less than sordid, a slight blush coloring the tips of her ears.
“While that sounds fun and all, I really do need to go.” She thought for a moment. “I need to go back home actually, I’ll let you watch this time if you want.”
“Fuck. Yes please,” He almost moaned and she couldn’t help the smile from forming on her face. She’d never met someone who thought she was so interesting before, she would miss it. Miss him even maybe.
“Come on then,” Ama smiled as she stood and headed for the door. She felt her cheeks get hot when Blackbeard put his arm around her, guiding her through the crowd. Who knew the pirate would be chivalrous too?
And who knew a pickpocket wouldn’t notice getting pickpocketed?
[Masterlist]
[Chapter 2: Under Construction]
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nacrene + virbank for the ask game? :3
nacrene: what genres of media does each one enjoy? (music/games/movies/etc.) what are their opinions on the other brother’s interests?
Ingo, bless his heart, really likes documentaries. Emmet always falls asleep during the first watching, because that was when Ingo was learning. It would, however, allow for really nice cuddles, so Emmet enthusiastically agreed to it every time, even when Ingo was like "But you aren't learning anything." The trick, for Emmet, was when Ingo found ones he *really* liked, Ingo wanted to watch them more than once; during subsequent viewings, Ingo would provide a running commentary, keeping Emmet's attention.
Emmet, for his part, loves rhythm games. He plays all sorts, and they've gotten him so many different style controllers. They've already had to soundproof their apartment, so he can be as loud as he wants. I refuse to believe they don't have arcades with dance pads hooked up to large screen tvs on some of the buildings in the busier parts of the city. Emmet can sometimes be found at them, dancing with anyone who wants to challenge him, though Ingo gets cajoled into dancing with him on many occasions.
virbank: what songs do you associate with the ship?
Oh man, this is exceptionally tough! I have a few playlists for when I write for them, but unlike the super nice people who've sent me music recommendations, basically none of the music can be directly linked to the twins. It is literally just "Music that makes me write the Twins tm"
Unfortunately, putting in-line links is gonna keep this out the tags, I think, but OH WELL.
General music:
宵々古今 / YoiYoi Kokon - REOL (featured in WingLayer's video 双子車掌詰め)
狼煙 - Syudou
退屈を再演しないで - E ve
ジャンキー - フレデリック/FREDERIC
PAKU - asmi
The Train that Ran Backwards - NightMargin
Gokuraku Joudo - GARNiDELiA (go watch WingLayer's video 極楽▲▽浄土 , which uses this song and inspired a fic by me already!)
一心不乱 - ギガP＆96猫 cover ver.
威風▲▽堂々 - ギガP
うっせぇわ - Ado
Hisui AU music:
残響散歌 - Aimer (the video is AMAZING)
M4, Pt. 2 - Faunts
Mr. Forgettable - David Kushner (recommended to me)
A Little Bit of Love - Weezer
From the Mouth Of An Injured Head - Radical Face (recommended to me)
The World Belongs To Me - My Darkest Days
Burning Bright - Shinedown
Amaryllis - Shinedown
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A song for every letter in my URL
I was tagged by @not-nervous-jester THANKS BABE 💜🫶
B - Bennie and the Jets - Elton John
U - Uma Thurman - Fall Out Boy
N - Never - Seira Kagami
N - New Perspective - Panic! At the Disco
Y - Your Love is My Favorite Band - The Vaccines
A - Amaryllis - Shinedown
N - Not With Haste - Mumford and Sons
D - Do You Want To - Franz Ferdinand
T - Tao - Do as Infinity
H - Heavy Starry Chain - Tommy heavenly6
E - Everglow - Coldplay
J - Just a Little Bit - Kids of 88
E - Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Ninja Sex Party
T - Trains - Porcupine Tree
S - Shiver - Lucy Rose
If you read this feel free to do it, I’m tagging you automatically<3
#bun.txt#I KNOW THE FIRST ONE IS CHEATING BUT I HAD TO#maybe I’ll edit it tomorrow with links to each song when it’s not midnight
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I just stumbled upon your answer about an adopted infant Iruma AU, and I very much like the idea! If the Thirteen Crowns get to see Iruma on his birthday, do you have thoughts about how any of them specifically think of him aside from 'Sullivan's grandson'? Would any of them particularly like him or want to train him? Anything like that?
Amaryllis Asmodeus- loves her son's friend! She's happy Sullivan isn't just moping about having no kids or grandkids anymore, and Iruma is a good friend and ally to Alice. She'd be happy to teach him one day, but isn't holding her breath.
Behemolt- Likes Iruma more than most other demon children, though he isn't around too many often. Very much would like to train him one day.
Henri Azazel- Likes Iruma fairly enough. Ameri doesn't really get a crush on Iruma here, at least not before she's 12, 13, and no reason to suspect they're human. Henri does realize more things about him are odd, but chalks that up to the fact he suspects Sullivan straight up made Iruma in a lab. He's ready to step in and help if needed, but doesn't expect to need to.
those are probably the three that particularly like him the most. the others are neutral or find him a bit annoying
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heheheheh i’m sending a whole bouquet for Raditz 💐
Amaryllis, carnation, fennel, forget-me-not, hydrangea, peony, red rose
“I’m not sure why I didn’t expect humans to be so nosy.”
Amaryllis: “she might end up getting a big head about it if I tell her this too much, but… she’s got a lot of strength of her own. Maybe not physically, but with how hard she pushes against what she struggles with, I’d almost mistake her for a saiyan in that regard.”
Carnation: “how she scribbled onto that Tablet of hers and ends up with art is baffling to me. She basically pushed me to try, and I already have very little artistic skills on paper- it hardly looked like much before I handed her the pen back. … Another thing is that she finds bugs fascinating, but has trouble being near most. I picked up an interesting looking beetle outside once, brought it in and I probably shouldn’t have just surprised her with it, but… after the initial scare it was cute watching her let it crawl on her fingers when she calmed down.”
Fennel: “I’m… not good with words. I mean- in an intimidating way, sure but… I think what I want to say is that I’m proud of her. Genuinely. I don’t know how I ended up with such a ray of sunshine with a warmth that puts the sun to shame. Not to mention her beauty, I… I love her a lot.”
Forget me not: “I remember when she came to me practically begging me to help her practice for her flying license. I think it’s stupid to have to have that in Conton, but I agreed. I tried to be a tough teacher, and for the most part I think I was, but I’d never really taught before. She caught on to going up pretty fast, it was staying up that was the issue. A few times she fell on her ass, but the last time we practiced she actually sustained for a while. She flew into me for a hug and sent us both to the ground. I wanted to be mad, but for a moment I couldn’t because she looked so… happy. When I lifted her off of me and snapped at her to be careful, I think she knew I was just a little bit embarrassed. Only a little bit-!”
Hydrangea: she understands quite a bit about me, but I think she knew I was hurting before even I did. You’re trained as a warrior to let nothing bother or stagger you, but after, it’s… it’s hard to admit any sort of weakness, though she tries to remind me to not view it as weakness. “Old habits die hard” I guess? As for her; she tries not to show it but I know loud sounds for her are more distressing than they are for most others. If I can’t yell at someone to shut up I can at least wrap my arms around her shoulders and let her hide her ears against my arms. It’s… sweet.”
Peony: “do I need to answer the nicknames part …hmph…
She likes PDA more than I do, she practically climbs on me for a hug, a kiss or just some attention. I’m more content with hand holding in public but now it feels like if shes not wrapped around my arm or pushed into my side something’s missing.
She calls me honey, sweetheart, the sort of stuff you’d call people. I… uhm… sometimes I call her marshmallow cause when she showed me those it made me think of her. It’s not one I use in public.”
Red Rose: “to be honest, I feel like I never can show her enough. Though there’s been a few times shes told me I make her feel safe, and… i think that’s a good way to show her I love her. That and making food together, or just making things for her in general, I’ve actually taken to cooking pretty well-“
#💚powerful to me💚#long post#hggkkgh I know it’s probably not in character but I TRIEDDDDD#ask game#also hi yes I stole that last check abt him being a good cook from Emma
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WIP Whenever!! I’m still not here, but! I was tagged by the wonderful @ejunkiet (thank you!), and I don’t know where this came from, but it’s the first thing I’ve written in. A while. So we’re going with it.
This would be mid-to-late Amaryllis, for the few people who understand that context (aka, no one’s human because I say so). Also, longer than normal because I have no realistic timeline for Amaryllis, and by the time we get to this point this will probably change quite a bit but! I’m liking it so far!
The apartment is silent, in the early morning. Night? …It was past midnight, regardless - the bar downstairs was long closed, and the ever present smell of smoke and sweat was at its lowest. Never gone, but a quiet neighbor in the twilight hours. Dex hadn’t been able to go back to sleep, instead deciding to enjoy the quiet hours with coffee and a mild delusion of napping later that morning.
The arms that bracket him in at the kitchen counter are no surprise. Nor is the heavy weight of the other man leaning against his back a moment later.
The soft huff of…disappointment? No, too strong…confusion? Maybe. Either way, the sound is unexpected enough for Dex to hum softly, rolling his shoulders back and twisting in Nate’s grasp once there’s room, leaning back against the counter so he can watch the man over the rim of his coffee mug.
He doesn’t ask - Nate’s face is scrunched up faintly, eyes focused somewhere shy of Dex’s chin. He was working up to something, with or without Dex’s input at this point.
“Why did you let me catch you?” Ah, there it was. And, to Nate’s credit, Dex had been tempted to step aside, briefly, when he’d caught the faintest whiff of his shampoo. But…
“Who says I let you catch me?” He asks, more into his mug than anything. Nate’s eyes finally meet his, and the look in them is rather too verbose this early in the morning. Dex shrugs, wrapping one arm loosely around his stomach to bench his other elbow.
It was a game, they played…or, had played, Dex supposed. Nate was fantastic at stealth when he wanted to be - seemed to take delight in trying to catch Dex off guard - to delight in the fact that he was allowed to try. Ever since Dex had let him upstairs into his apartment, into his…territory (though he shuddered to think of it like that, as sad as it was, it was certainly true), Nate seemed to enjoy nothing more than figuring out exactly what he could do.
Dex wasn’t sure of the appeal - he’d let the man up, what else was there?
But, he’d had fun, sidestepping silent grabs and tossing pillows at otherwise silent footsteps. It wasn’t often he dealt with other supernaturals anymore in his space - for good reason - let alone ones powerful and trained. Once he’d tamped down the natural instincts to push, and claw, and run, it was interesting to see what new tricks Nate could come up with. It had gotten to the point where he didn’t even have to…to try to ignore the instinct anymore. There was no growl in his chest, no fangs cutting his tongue.
This is the first time he hadn’t side-stepped. Hadn’t reached back to swat wandering hands away.
Had just…let the man catch him.
Nate’s still puzzling this out - sharp brown eyes refusing to look away now that they’ve caught his. But that’s fine. Dex has been this patient - he can wait a little longer.
“A new game then?” A question - with a lilt of uncertainty. The first Dex has seen from him. He can be ridiculous, sure. Stubborn in his pursuits, regardless of where they lead. Even soft-spoken and hesitant in the way one is with a wounded animal, but never unsure.
“Are we playing a game?” Confusion darkens those eyes he adores, and he gives the man a moment, returning to his coffee.
The answer he gets is barely more than a whisper, “No, I don’t believe we are.”
#the wayhaven chronicles#n sewell#twc#twc detective#my detectives#dex dibella#declanxnate#amaryllis au#my writing#wip wednesday#is nate recognizable in this? not a clue it's been forever and a day since I've written him whoops
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Hey Raven! For Devi, ofc, the following questions!
🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?
💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?
🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?😨
FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?
🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?
🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?
🪤 MOUSE TRAP - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?
📚 BOOKS - how were they at school? what is their best subject? what is their worst subject? do they have a favourite subject?
Looking forward to the answers!
Heeee, thank you for the ask! Let's dive into them! Also, totes stealing your idea with the sticking pics between answers, thank you for the idea! XD
(picrew here)
🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?
🕷️ Devi doesn't really have any mundane fears- fear of anything normal was stamped out and fairly well exterminated by all the training her moth put her through growing up, nor could she allow herself any fears for her sister Khaterah to use against her. The closest she's come to a mundane fear was having issues with anything touching her throat after- ahem- the episode with Belphie; she tackled that fear summarily and forced herself to get over it through. >.> Well uh, let's call it sexy exposure therapy. XD Insert plug for Conquering Weakness hahaha.
Her biggest fear is one that's a little less easy to tackle; she can't stand the thought of one of her loved ones being hurt because of her life, past, or family, and while she'd refuse to call it a fear, it certainly is her biggest fear. Thankfully, her human loved ones are all very capable of defending themselves, and her supernatural loved ones... well, there's not much her sister would be able to do against demons or angels. It's one of the reasons she's so quick to throw herself into the fray if there's ever danger around- much better to put herself at risk than someone she cares for or loves, both for their safety, and for her own sanity.
💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?
💐 I'm going to go with amaryllis, which can stand for pride, strength, and determination; purple columbine, which can stand for resolution, fortitude, and success; gladiolus, which can stand for integrity, strength, and victory. Probably purple variants of all three, since purple is Devi's color, hee! It would probably be an odd bouquet, but the symbolism feels right for her, and hey, why not give the florist a bit of a challenge? XD Devi's not big on flowers, so she doesn't necessarily have a favorite, but I think out of the three, she'd like amaryllis the best.
🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?
🍧 Does Vette count? XD Vette is her oldest friend and lover; they met when they were very young, when Vette's father worked as a mechanic for Devi's mother, and they bonded almost immediately. They grew up together, best friends through thick and thin, and Devi would do absolutely anything for Vette.
No, Vette doesn't count? XD Shoot. Well. No, she doesn't have anything else from her childhood. Being too attached to anything material growing up would've just given her sister a weakness to use against her, so Devi learned early not to.
(picrew here)
😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?
😨 Deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeefinitely fight! Unless, you know, flying into a fight counts as flight. XD Devi is a fighter down to her very bones, and given the choice of running from a fight, or facing it down, she'll jump headfirst into it Every. Single. Time. Much to the dismay of most of her loved ones, because, well. Even if she should run, yeeeeeeeah, that ain't happenin'. She's got waaaaaaaaaaaay too much pride to run from a fight.
(picrew here)
🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?
🙈 Devi hates being letting anyone see her weaknesses, even her loved ones- hazard of having a twin sister who wants you dead, and has been trying to kill you since before you hit puberty. She will do almost anything to keep from being seen as weak, even if it means putting herself at risk or pushing herself farther than she can safely go. Injured Pride is a really good example of this, where she not only hides the severity of her hurt ankle from everyone, but she also refuses to let anyone see how hurt she is when things with Lucifer escalate so badly, and it just makes the entire situation that much worse. As Simeon points out to her, her pride and refusal to show weakness are huge blind points for her that bite her in the ass more often than not.
(heroforge)
🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?
🌌 >.> Eh heh. I guess... this is were I publicly admit her origin, for anyone who hasn't heard it before? I created Devi years ago to be my Light Side Sith Warrior runthrough of Star Wars: The Old Republic. ^^;;;; WELP, cat's outta the bag now! Heeeee.
I knew I wanted a strong warrior type character, with a strong sense of justice, who was killer on the battlefield. Her name was the first thing I chose, her physical appearance second, just because of character creation, lol, and it's a general appearance that, universe and species difference aside, I've tried to stick with through the years. Her history and background are courtesy of the family tree I put together for my characters in game: her mother and sister were also created for SW:TOR, and I've adapted them of course from one universe to the next, and then changed things as needed.
🪤 MOUSE TRAP - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?
🪤 A loved one in danger will always lure her out, definitely, but... lbr, it's very easy to lure her out. She's chaotic bundle of pride who will jump headfirst into something if you either challenge her, or if it just looks slightly entertaining. XD She's a definite thrill-seeker (again, much to her loved ones' dismay, ehehehe) and as odd as it might seem, enjoys being in the thick of action even when it's dangerous.
(picrew here)
📚 BOOKS - how were they at school? what is their best subject? what is their worst subject? do they have a favourite subject?
Devi didn't exactly have a... standard education. All of her schooling was done through private tutoring, paid for by her mother and especially honed for getting Devi and her twin sister Khaterah ready for one day taking over their mother's criminal empire. She was expected to do well at everything, and do well at everything she did: she learned to become a master at learning what she needed to quickly, and holding onto that knowledge for however long was required, because the consequences of failure were, well. Not fun, to say the least, and falling behind her sister was not an option.
Her personal favorite subjects were their more physical studies, especially since Khaterah could rarely best her in a fight, or in anything physical period; she always challenged Devi, but most of the time they were evenly matched, or Devi was just ever so slightly better than her sister, and it was a personal point of pride. Her worst subject was history, and it was the subject she struggled the most with- a lot of dry facts to learn and keep hold of when there was so much else on her plate, and she had little interest in it to boot. She managed though, again, because failing wasn't an option.
(picrew here)
Well, that was fun to do! And I get to show off some picrews and looks that didn't make Devi's visual reference post, so, yay! Thank you again for the ask, I really appreciate and enjoyed answering them! Hope you enjoy the answers! 💜🥰😘
#OC: Devi#character: Devi#writing#my writing#fan fic#my fan fic#kinda#XD#Obey Me#Shall We Date: Obey Me#Injured Pride#Conquering Weakness#Of Love and Demons Loved#meme#memes#Star Wars#Star Wars: The Old Republic#picrew#heroforge#pinepickled
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@bad-luck-charm asked me some questions about yukina and hwo from this set of questions, so i'd thought i'd answer them!
💙 - Why is [X] up so early and why did they decide to make breakfast?
Yukina: She most likely woke up a little earlier than intended and chose to stay up. After laying about or being on her phone long enough, she'd look over and see how peaceful her beloved looks, feeling the motivation to treat him to something nice
Hwoarang: He's up to get some sort of exercise in. His apartment has an extra room that's intended for storage, but he uses it to do some light at-home workouts in case he can't make it to the gym or train at the Kurimoto Dojo
As to why he'd make breakfast: he wants to give Yukina a break from cooking all the time. He knows she doesn't mind doing it, but he doesn't want to be completely pampered. Plus he knows she's get super excited when he cooks, and seeing how she lights up makes him happy
💗 - What flowers would they prepare for a confession?
Yukina: Yukina is the type of girl who actually presses a flower rather than gets a whole bunch of them. Since this is a hobby that has sentimental value to her, she'd want to give you something that lasts
She'd also take time to get to know you before picking the right flower. For Hwoarang, she'd go with amaryllis as it means pride, strength, and determination
Hwoarang: In all honesty, I don't think Hwoarang's the kind of guy who gets a girl flowers to initiate a confession. He'd just come out and say it hfdjkghfdl 🧍
HOWEVER, if he got anything for Yukina as a hypothetical, I'd say he'd get a small bouquet of peonies and pink roses. Peonies represent romance, bashfulness, and happiness; pink roses represent admiration, love, and (also) happiness
💜 - What flowers would they prepare for an anniversary?
Yukina: She'd mull over what flower to work with until Hwoarang tells her to trust her gut and run with it. That ends up leading her to choose red orchids, which symbolize courage, desire, and determination
Hwoarang: Given the context of the previous ask, Hwoarang would get Yukina white roses since he knows they're her favorites; however, I also think he'd gift her a lotus due to their symbolism of rebirth and resilience
❤️ - Do they know the meaning of the flowers, or did they pick the pretty ones?
Yukina: She knows a little bit about flower language thanks to personal research and pressing flowers, so she'd have the upper hand of knowing what to pick for who
Hwoarang: He's s fifty / fifty of "I know you like these, so I got 'em for you" and "I saw 'em and thought of you." Again, he doesn't strike me as the type who buy his girl flowers...but if he does, consider it a very good sign from him
#luna's ocs#text#not mahou shoujo#yukina kurimoto#hwoarang#(RAAAAAAAAH MY BLORBOS!)#(truly the OTP ever)
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Bimonthly Media Roundup
Late again as October is a very busy month and I've been doing training at work making me busier than usual, plus had to work on a Monster themed power-point for our PowerPoint Halloween party. Also I got COVID again so that was fun.
- Spirited Away (Movie) - Spur of the moment decision that my sister and I made to go see this in the theater as a birthday outing for me. For one of my favorite movies of all time it's really been awhile since I've seen it, and while I obviously have nostalgia goggles and anime bias I do really think it deserves all the acclaim it gets. Incredibly creative world, fantastical atmosphere that just lets you experience it without feeling the need to over-explain and clarify every little thing, phenomenal music, charming characters and visuals, and a constantly engaging plot, the peak of what movies can be. My only real nitpick is that Zeniba and Yubaba really should be wearing different clothes from each other, the twins have different personalities and the dress designs should have reflected that. Anyway 11/10 if you haven't seen it you should do so immediately.
- Last Week Tonight (TV) - Big Mood.
- Spy X Family (Anime) - Yup.
- Heaven Official's Blessing (Anime) - TGCF is finally back! Not much to say so far as they are taking their time with the pacing (which is fine by me as I was worried they would rush through), but I'm happy to see more of the Windmaster and I love all the different and fun monster designs in Ghost City, I would hang out there for sure.
- Dr Stone (Anime) - Dr Stone is back as well, and I'm having fun with the current arc. Moz is a fun addition who I'm sure will eventually become a good guy as all defeated villains in this show do - his brand of "I don't give a shit about my evil societies rules and just want to fight strong people for sport actually" is always a welcome character type. Also I like his design. I do want to learn more about the female warrior as well as while I love Kohaku and new addition Amaryllis, this series really could use some more central female characters.
- The Greatest Estate Developer (Webnovel) - Nothing new to say but this art is cute.
- Ace Attorney Vs Professor Layton (Video Game) - Thought I would finish this before this came out but I've been a bit too busy to have it up most days, so I still have a little more to go. I'm honestly enjoying it more than I thought I would, I was kind of just going through it out of obligation to say I've experienced the entire Ace attorney series but the plot, characters, aesthetic, and humor have been pretty good actually. I still have a bit to go so the finale will cement my overall feelings but I'm certainly enjoying it more than the Investigations games at least.
- One Piece (Anime) - Due to earlier exposure to the early manga arcs, I always knew that I would one day become obsessed with this series, and pulling my sister down into this rabbit hole with me was the motivation I needed to make good on that. The series has it's issues obviously - the women's bodies are notoriously ridiculous and vary so little in comparison to the wide variety of male body types, the pacing can be a bit annoying at times with frequent flashbacks and drawn out fights, and while ridiculousness is it's creed the amount of damage these characters can just walk off is immersion-breakingly absurd. Unfortunately the good points of the series really do drown out the flaws at this point at least - The world is incredibly creative and a joy to explore, the central characters (and especially the protagonist) are all very charming with fun dynamics between them, the individual arcs are really engaging with earned emotional highs and memorable visuals, the humor is consistently on point, and above all it wildly succeeds in it's premise of being an escapist fantasy in which a group of lovable friends go on fantastical adventures exploring the wonders of a fantastical world. Here's to the many many more episodes to go.
- Genshin Impact (Video Game) - Finally got to Inazuma which is decent so far, the art and story is consistently good in this game but my familiarity with Japanese culture and JRPGs with similar settings have me a little more excited about getting past this to Sumeru, which seems really neat from a landscape and story perspective. Then again Inazuma has a lot of cool looking characters I have yet to meet so we'll see as we go. Yan Fei is my best girl with Lisa being a consistent support, with Barbara, Dendro Traveler, Candace, and a recently acquired Rosaria being switched around as my other team members.
Listening To: Bones by MSMR, In My Head by Mike Shinoda, Ivy by Taylor Swift, Give Us A Little Love by Fallulah, Make Up Your Mind by Florence + The Machine, Roll With The Punches and Most People by Dawes, IDOL by YOASOBI, Atlantis by Seafret, Viva la Vida by Reinaeiry, Arcade by Duncan Laurence, Doin' Time by Lana Del Rey.
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💥💐👑✏️🖍️⚙️❇️🚆💧☁️🌟🌠❤️💌 for Quiet.
💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?
oh babey. surprisingly enough, pride is a tough one for them, just the same as guilt. the latter is easier to fall into and spiral with, the former its opposite that causes that same spiral. they feel undeserving of pride, constantly. it's a struggle they're always working through, to let themself feel accomplished with themself. to like the person that they've become.
💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?
okay well the easiest one is their/my favorite, lamprocapnos aka bleeding hearts. but that one isn't all that space-filling, so i am going to crack open the plant symbolism wikipedia page. uhhh. amaryllis for watson (beauty, determination), camellias for deify (longing, dearly missed), purple morning glory for monty (love in vain, affection), snowdrops for sieglinde (consolation, hope), probably some kind of greenery that is suitably old for anthem. i was trying to keep these pink but like the purple in association with monty was too good to pass up. control bitches. i can spend way too long thinking abt this so i will just move on
👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?
ouuubh. well. part of it is in our actual first name, which means dear friend. they want to be known as someone who can be depended on for love and support and guidance, mostly among their immediate circles. they don't really care for the idea of being known to a wider public, even if they can't quite avoid that seeing as they spend a significant amount of time in the company of The Desires- but if that can't be avoided then they just want to be known as a gentle and guiding hand. the conductor of the orchestra, the one who makes their friends shine.
✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?
in terms of quotes, it's got to be something from either their bridge deal with control- "That does sound nice, doesn't it? Something with structure. Supports. Carrying yourself and others, holding them inside you. The self construction…"- or the conversation they had with insight- "A little bit of power in truth, a little bit of strength in self image, a little bit of gentle love." for lyrics though. auaughh. so hard to pick. "be still my foolish heart / don't ruin this on me" from almost (sweet music) by hozier. we are going with that.
🖍️ CRAYON - what advice would you give to them?
ohhh god they're me. what can i say to them that hasn't already been said better by other characters? just. be less scared. they have no reason to be afraid of things because there is love in them and also several deities on their side.
⚙️ GEAR - what are your ocs thoughts on science & art? which do they give more importance to? how much value do they place on each?
while they/i associate myself with Both science and art? it Kind of seems like quiet has taken a side considering that they Are music now. but both are intrinsically very valuable to them, on a personal level And in society at large. they might pick up classes in our degree again soon. also add people watch out they Are going to make you learn an instrument and you are going to Like It
❇️ SPARKLE - what is their most prized possession? what do they value?
ouuubh the baton is up there. it's good to use at fight club in its spear form and it holds a LOT of sentimental value. their shitty plants in their room and the Flannel Pile are also prized possessions, in addition to any and all gifts they've received from blair or anthem or any of the other pcs.
🚆 TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem?
lif t thte train Off the tracks. with goddly levitations. and set it On the groudn next to it. No One Has To Die !
💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon
so much of them is angst oh babey. i mean they always feel guilty about picking control for a desire but at the same time they also feel guilty about. monty being their reason for existence. monty didn't Ask for someone to base their entire them on her. they're constantly afraid that they're pressing in too close to him. that they're infringing on something by Being a control bridge next to her.
☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon
while using their metaphysical body is a reflex now, they do relish the ability to weave through a room and feel their friends and family, to embrace them in a way that is more than embracing and understand each of them for what is brightest and most sweet.
🌟 GLOWING STAR - what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is there someone they want to star gaze with?
the vastness of it all. they are more than they were but they are still so small. there are a million million small lives all around them, all of them just as important and worth cherishing. they'd love to stargaze with any of their partners, or laid out on a blanket with their friends- experiencing a smallness together.
🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?
in all honesty, there's not a lot about the world that they want fixed that they wouldn't want to do with their own hands or others'. maybe they would wish to have a version of their sister with them.
❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?
physical touch, both abnormal (using their metaphysical body) and normal (cuddling like a normal person). and soooo much quality time.
💌 LOVE LETTER - do they like love letters? what kind of messages do they leave for their partner?
they do like love letters i think :) but they're a little scared of repeating themself and hence making it somehow less Meaningful, so they keep like Charts. of what kind of language they use with each partner. they like to leave messages of appreciation and encouragement tho. letting their partners know the ways they understand them.
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“Baby, you turned the temperature hotter.”
“Are you sure you’re ready for this, Amaryllis?”
Luci adjusted their mask, staying still as Regi attacked the arm band to their left bicep. Étienne was typing away on a tablet, preparing the course for the test. They’d been working on this for weeks, and this was test number eleven. There wasn’t much time left. If they were going to get this item completed, it needed to be perfected as soon as possible.
So of course they were more than ready.
“Let’s get started,” Luci said.
“Alright.” Étienne finished inputting the settings, handing it over to Regi. “This room as you well know can withstand up to 7000c with a warning point of 6500c, at which point the emergency protocols will initiate and shut the entire test down. Your goal is to beat your best time of four minutes completing this test course, which involves an assessment of your skills adapting to rapid changes changes and using what little terrain we were able to provide.”
“One of these days,” Regi said, “we should make something like U.A.’s and Lucienne’s testing towns. Only like, bigger. And more advanced.” A light seemed to glimmer in his eyes. “Maybe even a giant battle arena.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Reginald. Right now we need to hurry and get this test done. No time to be thinking of nearly impossible projects.”
“Right, of course.” Regi looked at him with puppy dog eyes.
Étienne let out a groan. “Fine, fine. Put it on the back-burner list. If it comes up in a commission MAYBE we’ll consider it.”
“You’re the best, E.”
“Damn fucking right I am.”
They finished the last of the prepping before heading behind the observation glass, making sure they were fully prepped for whatever flames would come their way. Various assistants were setting up the emergency protocols in the event things went wrong, with a special shield being put up in case of shrapnel and debris. Étienne had seen enough of Lucien’s recordings to know just how badly things could turn when they went full power.
“We’re ready for the test Monsieur Allard,” said one of the assistants. “Awaiting your orders.”
“Start the countdown,” Étienne ordered.
“Starting countdown.”
The countdown began. Thirty seconds down. Lucien started adjusting settings on Salt Apple, a pleasant smile on their face. Regi focused on the slow opening doors where the sparring bots would soon emerge.
Ten seconds from the countdown ending, Luci turned on Salt Apple’s sonic speaker systems. They knelt down into sprinter’s position, a delighted smirk on their face. Darkness slowly started to flow from the walls, the others around them, the ceiling. But instead of covering them, it all flowed toward the armband. They darted forward and began the attack on the sparring bots.
“So far so good,” Regi said. “Went straight to the item instead of just covering them. That’s a good sign.”
“Keep a close eye on the temperature,” Étienne warned. “They’ve started using the fire.”
Lucien’s moments felt faster, stronger, more precise. The fires were able to be controlled far better, allowing them to try out fireballs and flame whips. Clearly the Shepherd has been analyzing other heroes. Prepping for this. Flamiliars became quicker, stronger, easily taking out the bots.
One of the assistants checked the settings. “Moving into heat emission analysis. 700c and counting.”
“Keep it steady,” Regi said. He turned to his colleague, lightly tugging on the tip of his small ponytail. “It seems to be working.”
“Let’s not count our chickens, Reginald.” Étienne leaned in close, pressing the speaker. “Start boosting the flame, Amaryllis. We want to get to the same white hot rage you showed off a few weeks ago.”
“I’ll try!”
The flames grew stronger. The colors changing rapidly in a kaleidoscope of heat and power. Hidden guns with blanks did nothing as Amaryllis blocked them with the crook. They hadn’t even needed to swap over to the tuning fork option.
“2500c and rising,” called the assistants. “How hot can Amaryllis’s items handle?”
Regi bit his lip, resisting the urge to pace. “Salt Apple can last upwards of 10,000c, making it perfect against quirks with that kind of power. However, that doesn’t mean all the systems will be in perfect working order. They could break something if not careful.”
“Luckily we made it far sturdier than it has any right being then, isn’t it, Gladstone?” Étienne gave a pleasant smirk. “And I doubt Adaire would ever be that reckless-”
“6000c and rising sir!” the assistants cried.
“What?!”
“6250c!”
“They’re going too fast!” Regi yelled. “Everyone, in the safety pod! Prepare for shut down and evact!”
Étienne turned on the speakers, focusing on Lucien. “Adaire, you’re getting too hot! Time to stop!”
“I’m trying!” Luci said. “I gotta let out one more burst!”
Regi grabbed Étienne and dragged him into the pod. “It’s hit 7000c! Take cover!”
The pod closed up and everyone stayed calm as it sank into the floor. A loud explosion erupted from above, causing the testing grounds to shake slightly. The cool-down timer activated, and soon the pod rose again. When everyone exited, they were stunned. Half the training area was burned away or melted. Amaryllis stood in the middle of the rubble, their costume in tatters save for the crook, poncho, and the new test item, which had sustained absolutely no damage. They held up their mask, a nervous smile on their face.
“I think I need a new mask to go with the new item,” they laughed nervously.
Regi shook their head. “Baby, you turned the temperature hotter. Like, way, way hotter.”
“Sorry...”
When the video had completed, Perun was absolutely speechless. The level of power was something he’d never expected from the young Shepherd. That quiet, tender child was far more powerful than he ever imagined. This level of destruction. It was no wonder Wolfsbane had seen potential in them.
“It’s a good thing they’re such a kind heart,” Perun said in awe. “If this had been any other world, had this child been placed in an impossibly cruel persona, they could easily take down everything.”
Étienne nodded, nod looking up from the blueprints. “To be honest, I don’t think there’s a universe in even the imagination where Adaire is a cruel villain. They care too fucking much.” A deep hunger filled his eyes as he got deeper into the schematics. “This is incredible…I should be able to use this to remake Adaire’s suit. Maybe even make better ones.”
Perun raised a brow. “Was this their last costume?”
“Not exactly. They have three more, but with their new strength, I doubt they’re even passable. No, they need something better. Something that can withstand their white fire. Something-”
“By the amazing Étienne Allard?”
A delighted smirk cemented itself on his face. “Precisely.”
“Well then,” Perun chuckled, adjusting his glasses, “be sure to forward the charges to me. I’d gladly pay.”
“What?”
“Adaire has enough on their mind. I’d rather they not worry about the cost.” He gave him a playful smirk. “Besides, this allows me to leave a generous tip.” He turned his attention to the armband, looking over it carefully. “Is this the final design?”
Étienne shook his head. “No, it’s not. I’m making something far more ornate and functional than the clunky design here. This was just for running tests. Not only did Adaire out perform themself, but they also managed to go full forced without injuring themself. This was the 11th version, but it works.”
“So it’s just a matter of refining it. Polishing it.”
“Like a gemstone.”
“Sounds excellent.”
Étienne looked up from his work, crossing his arms as he looked over the retired designer. She shook his head, lips pressed tightly together as he tried to take him all in. “I don’t understand you.”
Perun set down the item, perplexed. “What do you mean?”
“Why hide this item?” he elaborated. “Your name would have been cemented in history. This item would have revolutionized an entire industry. Not just for heroes, but for civilians too. Why sit on it for all these years?”
The old man let out a soft ‘ah’ and stood up, walking over to Étienne and pulling out his wallet. “Take a look.” He pulled a photo of himself out. In it, he was standing beside an older man, an older woman, three middle aged women and two slightly younger men that looked like them, their potential spouses, and several children of various ages. “What do you see?”
Étienne looked at the photo, barely managing a shrug. “A happy family?”
“Correct,” he said. “A happy family that is sitting on a nest egg I created, that will last them up to at least another hundred years. I made investments, I created things, I built an empire that, even though I have stepped down, is still running under my eldest daughter’s watchful eye.” He smiled fondly. “It is a family that is no longer in the business of creating, but of sustaining. I kept this patent because it was my fail safe. Should anything happen, it was meant to help my family stay afloat.” He put the picture away, his gaze soft, yet forlorn. “But my daughter, bless her heart. She managed to find ways to keep my vision of integrity despite that creation is no longer part of the Perun name. They have no need for this. And because of that, it will only collect dust in my vault.”
“So you’re giving it to someone you see as ‘in need’?” Étienne asked, his voice tight.
“No. I’m giving it to someone of equal integrity.” Perun’s voice grew softer as he turned to all his work, tapping on the design for Amaryllis’s very first costume, something far more regal and light than the final design. “That is what separates the mediocre from the greats, Allard. You and I are cut from the same cloth. We came from nothing, built our names with blood, sweat, and tears. We refused to play by others rules, and set out to cause chaos as powerful as Amaryllis’s Cleansing can be.” He stood up straight, adjusting his tie and regaining his composure. “I am not giving this to you because you need it, Allard. You most certainly don’t. You’re already ten times the designer I am. I’m giving this to you because you’ve earned it. Earned my trust to handle this item with care, and not let it out to anyone.”
Étienne mulled over his words in silence. He reached over and picked up a nearby USB, taking it over to the nearby computer and pulling up the video files on it.
“Well then,” he finally said. “You’d better come over and explain the process to me, because your videos on this drive are muted.”
Perun smiled and hurried over to join him. “It would be my pleasure.”
#myselfinserts#mybnhaocs#friends ocs#the au of class#the au of culture#wanted to do a bit of amaryllis training#regi working on a thing#and a moment in the mind of perun#so this was the end result and honestly I like how it turned out#Anonymous
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Wha- WAIT!! you have an MLB Dr Stone au?? That's so freaking cool!! Give us some snippets!! Who's ladybug? Cat noir? Will senku get piercings? (Sorry this is me projecting lol) tell meeee...
Well two days ago I was scrolling through some mlb (btw I always read that as Major League Baseball it’s a legit problem) reblogs by my mutuals (two of them are pretty into MLB and one of them recently did a ranking of all the villains), and even though I haven’t watched any of the episodes, I was like lmao what if superhero (I like the concept of kwamis and superheroes).
Also I was literally writing Episode 1 when I decided to check my tumblr lmao, should I try not to spoil it? Ok here’s an idea - I’ll give the whole Episode 1 summary under the cut, but above the cut will be the “pitch” I wrote for it. (For all of my fanfics, I write a short pitch at the top of the planning document labeled PREMISE, which I usually later use for the summary in ao3)
Ogawa Yuzuriha is a mild mannered 15 year old girl in her first year of high school with aspirations of being a fashion designer, when one day she meets a tiny red creature named Tikki who wants her to be a superhero! As Carmine, Yuzuriha must rise up to be the protector of Tokyo alongside her new partner, a mysterious yet caustically witty boy her age called Kurodora who seems...familiar, somehow. Together the two of them will defend Tokyo from the villainous machinations of the enigmatic Sphinxmoth. Can Yuzuriha find a way to balance the duties of a superhero and a high school social life? Find out in Miraculous: Adventures of Carmine and Kurodora!
SEASON 1 EPISODE 1: Origins (alternatively titled Lioness)
On the first day of school in April 2019, in the city of Tokyo, Japan, Yuzuriha rushes to meet Taiju and Senku at the train station so they can commute together like they always have. Except while she’s on the way there, she spots an elderly man who has fallen down at the side of the road, and stops to help him up, even offering to call an ambulance if he’s seriously hurt. The old man simply thanks her and tells her she should probably get to school, and as Yuzuriha walks away, he smiles after her.
Yuzuriha catches up to Taiju at the train station - apparently Senku is running late on the first day of school. They’re not surprised - Senku does have a bit of a reputation for staying awake long past the time he ought to be asleep (mood, Senku. Mood).
What they don’t know is that Senku is actually only a few blocks away - in fact, he’s just stopped an elderly man from walking directly into the street! After angrily asking if the old geezer is losing it, Senku waits with the man and despite being a little abrasive about it helps him cross the street when it’s safe (fun fact apparently Japanese crossing lights play the tune to a children’s nursery rhyme when it’s safe to cross go google it). The old man thanks him and says to himself, “A little rough around the edges, but I think he’ll do fine.”
Luckily Senku manages to catch the train just as the door closes, with both Taiju and Yuzuriha gently admonishing him for not learning his lesson about staying up too late in middle school. They make it to school, where they meet their homeroom class for the first time. In their class, we meet Hoseki Kohaku and Shizaki Chrome (workshopping these names rn), as well as Takara Amaryllis, who just moved into town.
Kohaku is recognized as the sister of Hoseki Ruri, the most beautiful girl in school. This becomes a problem when later Kohaku spots school brute Magma forcefully asking her sister out, while also gifting her a pretty lapis lazuli pendant. Kohaku confronts her sister and Ruri admits that Magma has been hounding her to go out with him for a while now, and she hasn’t reported his harassment to the teachers out of fear. Magma steps in and tries to push Kohaku away, causing the spirited girl to attract an oddly colored butterfly floating nearby...
After lunch, Yuzuriha’s class is just chilling waiting for the next period to start when suddenly there’s a huge commotion and a bunch of people start screaming. Loudly. A young woman in an amber colored outfit with a fluffy boa around her neck is holding Magma hostage, and seems to be taking him down the street, leaving a path of destruction in her wake and police cars chasing after her.
Students start freaking out, and in the chaos Yuzuriha, Taiju, and Senku get separated despite their best efforts to stick together. Taiju ends up going into the bathroom to call his grandparents and make sure they’re safe, while Senku runs to the roof to get a better view of the situation and Yuzuriha finds herself hiding in the school library.
As Yuzuriha tries to gather her thoughts and begins to text Senku and Taiju in their groupchat to ask where they are, she notices a box sitting on the table next to her that definitely wasn’t there before. Curiosity gets the better of her and she opens it, of course.
Out pops Tikki! Yuzuriha momentarily freaks out before Tikki manages to explain a few things about the situation. Unfortunately however, when Yuzuriha says “I can’t be a superhero! I don’t have time to change into a suit or learn how to fight or anything!” Tikki replies with a placating, “Oh don’t worry it’s easy! You just have to say ‘spots on’ and-” “Spots on?” “WAIT I DIDN’T FINISH-”
Thus Yuzuriha is left transformed in the school library without the detransformation phrase and armed only with the knowledge that: 1. Tikki is a “kwami” from the Ladybug Miraculous; 2. The Miraculous will give her the power to stop the villain rampaging outside. 3. She will be paired with the chosen wielder of the Black Cat Miraculous. Her outfit is a very fashionable looking red jacket over a black long sleeve shirt and leggings, with a red skirt decorated with black spots, and black boots and gloves. The final adornment is a spotted headband that takes the place of the white one she wears normally. [also, she’ll get a new, cooler outfit in season 2, because I like the concept of evolving outfits that reflect character growth].
After falling out of the library window in an attempt to get out without being seen Yuzuriha discovers her enhanced physical abilities and takes a few experimental leaps across buildings before trying to locate the villain. Luckily for her, she actually starts to get the hang of it - right before a boy dressed in all black crashes right into her from behind screaming bloody murder.
The boy apologizes and helps her up - his pale green hair is tied back in a ponytail, and he’s dressed in a black trenchcoat over a vest with a tie, along with boots and gloves. And cat ears, of course. In Yuzuriha’s fashionista opinion, he looks like a cross between a noir detective and a mad scientist.
When she asks his name, the boy tells her that they’re not actually supposed to know each others’ real identities or they risk getting their Miraculouses stolen - didn’t her kwami tell her that? Yuzuriha flushes red and admits she didn’t get a chance to learn everything. The boy says they should stick to codenames - she’ll be Ladybug and he’ll be Black Cat.
“Wait, you just want to use the names of the Miraculouses? That’s kind of...bland, isn’t it?”
“Well what do you want then, miss fancy pants?”
Yuzuriha looks the boy up and down and then says, “How about...Kurodora?” He blinks and then tilts his head curiously. “Like...kuro and dora, for dora neko? I...I actually kind of like that.” (kuro - black. dora neko - stray cat. Totally coincidentally, it’s where Doraemon gets his name.)
“Great, Kurodora it is! Then for me...” -cue loud crashing sounds-
No time to waste! The heroes leap into action to fight the akuma, who introduces herself as Lioness, predator of predators. She’s holding Magma hostage at the top of Tokyo Tower, and threatens to bring the whole thing crashing down unless the heroes surrender their Miraculouses to her so she can bring them to her master, someone called Sphinxmoth.
Throughout the battle Kurodora refers to Yuzuriha by experimental nicknames, which she reacts to with varying levels of enthusiasm.
“Hey Red, on your left!” “Red? Kind of simplistic, don’t you think?”
“Watch out, Spots!” “That’s so silly!”
“Headed your way, Bug Girl!” “Ack, just go back to Red!”
Lioness tries to convince Yuzuriha to join her, since they’re both women and surely Yuzuriha knows the frustration of being victimized by men and feeling powerless, right? Yuzuriha says that doesn’t mean she wants to hurt people, and successfully distracts Lioness so that Kurodora can grab her necklace and destroy it, with him instructing her to purify the akuma with her powers (He was very meticulous and made Plagg explain everything in detail).
After Miraculous Ladybug returns everything to normal, Kurodora raises his hand. “Nice job, Red.” They high five. It is epic.
Ace reporter Minami Hokutozai then appears on the scene to interview Tokyo’s newest heroes, asking for their names on live television. Kurodora gives his, and when the microphone is put in her face, Yuzuriha thinks for a moment before answering.
“Carmine, like the shade of red.”
Kurodora smiles, and Tokyo cheers.
#dr stone#dr. stone#dcst#au#aus#miraculous ladybug au#my writing#fanfic#ishigami senku#ogawa yuzuriha#rather than serialized this is gonna be more of a contained story#with a few filler episodes in between to lighten the load#can y'all guess who sphinxmoth is#also I condensed origins 1 and 2 into one episode because I didn't feel like dragging otu the story#and each season is only gonna be 10 episodes#ask#I'm also operating by the idea that the miraculous magic prevents them from realizing their identities based on appearances#no love square because senku and yuzu are 100% platonic besties in this
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My ideas for high guardian spice: Rewritten
The show instead would be called “Guardians of the garden” and the each town would be like a giant garden of sorts. Nature is very important in this word, which is why it’s traditional to name your offspring after plants/ spices. Guardians are people who protect civilians, while also taking care of the nature around the towns and their local area. They are also adventurers of sorts, finding others to protect and maybe new species of flora and fauna.
Rosemary: Rosemary is still your typical, plucky, energetic pink protagonist you’d see in shows like pretty cure. However, she also has a sassy streak and tends to snap at people, even if she doesn’t mean it. She also tends to bite off more than she can chew, and has trouble asking for help, even with those she’s close to. After her mother’s death, she forced herself to grow up and train herself nonstop to become a warrior. However, she genuinely does care about her friends, and is capable of being a leader, even if she’s a bit too headstrong and always leaps before she looks, or prioritizes others way more than herself. She’s also a big eater with a passion for cooking
Sage: Sage is a shy, autistic wizard girl who loves magic and learning new things, however, after a traumatic magic related event beyond her control, she was left scarred and had both her left arm and leg blown off, and had to get prosthetics (Yes this is based off of oddity illustrations redesign of sage stfu) She’s not very good at talking with others and has trouble reading the room, usually leaving Rosemary to do the talking for her. However, once you get sage talking about something she’s interested in, she can go on for hours, and it can be very difficult to get her to stop. Sage, unlike the instinct driven Rosemary, is very cautious and always tries to have a plan for everything, and freezes up when she’s caught off guard. She will usually take the time to analyze her surroundings, and tune everything else out. Also unlike Rosemary, she tends to be a little dependent on other’s guidance, and doesn’t really trust her own judgement, especially ever since the incident.
Also, in this world “New magic and old magic” are instead Nature magic and technology magic, nature magic is controlling the elements of nature and alchemy, technology magic is more based on the manipulation on man-made objects, and magitech machinery. A guardian can’t just learn one or the other if they want to reach their full potential, since both advance in their own ways. Sage genuinely wants to expand her horizons, but she’s scared to.
Parsley is dwarf with a passion for blacksmithing, with a whole lot a love for her friends and family. Some have joked that she has too much love for her little dwarf body to hold. While parsley is intelligent in terms of blacksmithing, she’s also a bit of an airhead with more brawn than brains, and has a tendency to use reckless, blunt force when she can’t figure something out. She’s also a cuddle bug and she WILL hug your leg.
Thyme is an Elven transfer student who, while also wanting to find a cure for the rot, is also genuinely interested in adventuring and exploring the world beyond the forest town she grew up in. While she is still a stoic archer, she’s also a Druid and is kind of a dork when it comes to magic. She wants to learn technology magic, since it hasn’t really become mainstream learning in fairy and elf based towns yet, so transferring was just cheaper. She’s also a talented artist due to drawing her discoveries in her journals, but she still has trouble with hands.
Amaryllis: Amaryllis’s full name is Amarylildaceae, but she prefers to go by amaryllis since that’s easier to pronounce. Being The most recent in a long line of wise and wealthy wizard guardians, Amaryllis’s parents have put a lot pressure on her, so she has a lot of expectations to live up to, some of which she invented herself. She holds herself to very high standards, making sure that her grades and reputation are nothing less than perfect. Amaryllis also doesn’t really have much control over her own life, especially not at home, so when she heard high gardenia academy (the new name for high guardian academy) was a boarding school, and also a high end school, she jumped at the opportunity, as it is a high standard school her parents would approve of, and she’d have a home where she wouldn’t have to dance her parents, it was a win win! However, amaryllis has problems being vulnerable to others due to this, she feels like she always has to justify being with someone or just existing in general. Amaryllis takes her frustration and lack of control over her life out on bullying others at school, especially sage. Amaryllis tries to jump on opportunities to take control on others to make up for her lack of control on her life.
(Edited) Snapdragon: Snapdragon is a GNC boy and Amaryllis’s best (and only) friend. They have been raised to be “Manly” and never show a sensitive side, and were heavily abused by their father. However, unlike amaryllis, they always try to be kind to others, because they know that hurting others will just create more pain in themselves and for others, and would make them no better than they’re dad. May or may not have some gender envy going on with Sage.
(I’ve decided that Snapdragon will be GNC instead because I watched BlackLightJack’s High guardian spice video essay on the character).
Snapdragon’s older brother, Yarrow (I’m gonna spell it in full because the spelling Yaro is stupid) is instead a cool and kind older brother who would always try to protect Snapdragon from their father’s wrath, emphasis on “Try”. Snapdragon’s fondest memory of their brother is when they had saved a rabbit and kept it as a pet, and named it Sugar. When Yarrow found out, instead of drowning the bunny (You know, like a psychopath) he instead gently explained that they couldn’t keep sugar, because their dad would undoubtedly try to cook it. While snapdragon understood, they were scared that they would forget sugar and not recognize her if they ever reunited or that Sugar would forget them. So Yarrow took a ribbon from snapdragon’s outfit, and tied it around Sugar’s neck. So that way, Snapdragon would recognize Sugar once they reunited, and Sugar would never forget Snapdragon. It was a very bittersweet goodbye, and Snapdragon looks back on it as one of the kindest things Yarrow had ever done for them.
Cal: Cal starts out as your typical bully. However, he’s figuring out his sexuality, and starts bullying Snapdragon more due to being confused how he feels about them. This doesn’t help They dress up as a mermaid for Halloween (See Cal’s sexual awakening). The fight in the boat is instead of very long and awkward trip down the river, sitting in silence and not making eye contact.
Professor Caraway: Professor Caraway is the dumbledore of the school. He is very kindhearted and always tries to be understanding of his student’s confusion and trauma. However, he’s also cautious and always urges others to weigh the pros and cons.
Lavender: Rosemary’s legendary mother, who semi retired from being a guardian to take care of Rosemary. She died while she was protecting Rosemary from a monster that attacked them when Rosemary asked her to help look for a ball she lost in the forest.
The triad: The three main counselors of the school. The maiden is named Flora. The mother is named Florence, and the crone is named Florian. Flora is a sweetheart who very empathetic towards the students, due to her close age to them (she’s I her early 20s). Florence is a wise team mom with plenty of advice and a mind for strategy. Florian may be old AF but she’s stronger and shaper than she looks, with decades of experience at her side. Together, their heart, wisdom, and strength are used to guide the students into becoming the best they can be (Even if Florian’s belief in them in dubious at best, or at least at first)
Slime boy is a slime monster who can turn into solid and liquid form at will, however it takes hours to mold back into his solid body if he’s a puddle for too long. He’s just so done with everything. Think burger pants but he’s a high school student. (“I’m 14 years old and I’ve wasted my entire life.”)
That’s all for now! I have ideas for side characters and extras I could add to make the show feel more alive. Let me know if you all want to see more!
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in unrelated news i must admit High Guardian Spice is a guilty pleasure of mine now
don’t get me wrong it’s BAD. It sounds like it was lazily written for six-year-olds and then they decided last second to throw in the word “bastard” and blood. I’ve heard far better line deliveries in abridged series. But it has potential and I genuinely like a lot of the character designs, even if the animation is a bit wonk a lot of the time.
haven’t watched the episodes fully, but i’ve binged a fuckton of clips on youtube the past few days and it went from “holy shit it’s so bad” to “holy shit why do i want to keep watching”
from what i’ve heard, most of the fun clips come from the second half of the show while the first half is just a big cringey nope.
Snapdragon (strawberry mermaid queen), Amaryllis (purple axe gremlin), and Slime Boy (Slime Boy) carry this fucking show. This isn’t to say their parts don’t fall flat sometimes, just less often than with the main characters. Though the main cast has their moments they’re mostly pretty bland and stereotypical. I only really started liking Sage when she was interacting with Snap. Oh and catman is pretty dope too. He had one of the three jokes that actually landed for me (cacophony, googly wolf eyes, lava and then wink)
If it doesn’t get renewed for more episodes I hope it’ll get the reboot treatment one day— which can only improve the very low bar this show has set. I also look forward to abridged series based off of this. I’m sure there’s at least one in the works.
it’s cool that there’s lgbt+ rep but they don’t handle it well at all. the show has a lot of hamfisted and preachy moments and the poorly written dialogue and delivery doesn’t help matters.
if the creator was trying to write a cringey, preachy show to get people to hate-watch it, they definitely succeeded.
note: those who are familiar with my distaste for Red vs Blue Zero may wonder why I enjoy this gods awful train wreck but not the other one. Simple. HGS is a new property (despite the heavy little witch academia references). They’re starting from scratch not spitting on a long-running franchise, parasitically attaching itself as the eighteenth season despite— bad writing aside— having nothing to do with seasons 1-17 and having a completely different tone (and retconning a disability, seriously wtf guys).
In short, is High Guardian Spice good quality? No. Do I like it? I think I kinda do.
#i can love it and hate it simultaneously right?#it’s so bad it somehow circled around to endearing itself to me halp#high guardian spice
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