#headcanon ⟜ intel confirmed ⟝

[staticveil]

crossing paths:  kara palamas & the mcu

history is written in ink  &  blood,   &  kara palamas has spent her life decoding both.  from ancient ruins to classified shield files,  she has learned that truth is often buried — sometimes beneath centuries of myth,  sometimes behind redacted reports.   

🕶  nick fury  – fury knew of kara long before she ever understood her own history.  shield had been monitoring her since childhood,  recognizing her potential long before she was pulled into the mjolnir case.  when she finally came face to face with him,  he made it clear:  knowledge is power,  but the wrong knowledge can get you killed.   

⚡  thor & asgard  – myth made real.  kara had spent years studying ancient pantheons,  but nothing could have prepared her for the moment she stood in the new mexico desert,  staring at an artifact she once dismissed as legend.  working alongside jane foster  &  erik selvig,  she helped translate runes that weren’t supposed to exist — until thor arrived  &  proved otherwise.   

🕵️  phil coulson  – a handler,  a guide,  a question mark.  coulson saw potential in her,  but also a risk — an academic too curious for her own good.  he kept a watchful eye on her during her early shield years,  ensuring she didn't uncover truths that could compromise either of them.   

🏹  clint barton  – kara first met barton at  los alamos,  where shield had stationed her for artifact analysis.  he had been part of the facility’s security detail,   &  though their interactions were brief,  she respected his sharp observational skills  &  dry wit.  when loki attacked the facility  &  took control of barton’s mind,  kara was there — watching as a trusted agent turned against them in an instant.  she never forgot the look in his eyes that day:  blank,  controlled,  not his own.  she never blamed him for what happened,  but she sometimes wondered if he blamed himself.   

🕷  natasha romanoff  – they met during her shield combat training.  natasha told kara she fought like a historian — too focused on analyzing patterns instead of trusting instinct.  she was right.  she also told kara that knowing history doesn’t mean being doomed to repeat it.  it’s a lesson kara is still trying to fully understand.   

🔫  maria hill  – precise,  pragmatic,   &  unwilling to waste words.  kara has worked closely with hill on intelligence reports,  connecting the dots between mythology,  alien artifacts,   &  classified shield operations.  if there is anyone kara would trust in the field,  it’s hill.   

🦾  tony stark  – a skeptic with a mind as sharp as his wit.  stark doesn’t believe in magic,  only science that has yet to be explained.  he  &  kara have debated the nature of mythology  &  technology,  each arguing their side.  he insists that every mythological artifact is just science misunderstood by ancient civilizations.  kara,  however,  knows that history is rarely that simple.   

💀  hydra  – they had a file on her father.  kara doesn’t know what unsettles her more — the fact that shield never told her,  or the possibility that her father was not the man she believed him to be.  the deeper she digs,  the more she realizes that some secrets were never meant to be uncovered.     

[polakina]

how they react to you getting hurt on a mission

call of duty headcanons #3

hc masterlist // masterlist

anyone else feel like there's not enough alex keller fics about? if you've got recommendations, send them my way pls <3

rating: explicit

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heard it over comms while the 141 were raiding an enemy safehouse

you had confirmed intel that they were hiding out after an attack on the local town, so moved in to take them out

you were making your way through the upper sections of the building, whispering into comms as you cleared each room

but as you moved further down the corridor, one of the terrorists barged out of the last door on the left, firing all bullets in your direction

you managed to dodge out of the way for most of them, sending bullets through his skin and taking him down, but not before a bullet lodged itself in your shoulder

price was practically shouting in your ear as he heard the gunshots from above and through his earpiece

he made it to you first, checking over you with worried glances, pulling the collar of your shirt aside to assess the damage

cursed out of sheer panic, grabbing you by the waist and hoisting you up, calling in for evac and medics

did not leave your side the whole flight back to base, constantly asking if you were okay

reaching the medic tent at base, he kept a stern eye on the medics, barking orders to be careful with you

but he was scared

scared he could have lost you

his fear always turned to anger, it was an emotional side of him you'd noticed since working together

he stayed with you the whole time

angry

so fucking angry

not at you, of course

but at literally everyone else

saw you get knocked up against the wall, pinned by your throat with a knife pointing into your stomach, hearing your cry of pain

he saw red

momentarily blacked out as he shot the guy hurting you at least 6 times

a little overkill but deemed it necessary

was immediately by your side. knocked your hand out of the way when you tried to cover it, and shushed you fiercely when you tried to tell him you were okay

did not leave any room for negotiation before picking you up bridal style and hauling ass out of there

didn't trust any medic to patch you up

did everything himself

turned super super quiet as he saw the wound fully, the blood pooling out of the gash. his face turned almost white

wouldn't speak as he cleaned and stitched the wound

it was only when he finally met your eye that his gaze softened. the apologies started uncontrollably spilling out

he apologised for literally an hour; about how he could have stopped the guy, how he could have gotten there sooner

you had to calm him down the whole night

never let you lift a finger until you were fully healed, and even after that he was hesitant to let you do anything strenuous

you caught him looking at your bandages every so often, even during training

one you even caught him in the act while he thought you were sleeping. he lifted your shirt to check you hadn't pulled any stitches, and you scared the shit out of him when you asked what he was doing

the two of you were climbing to reach a higher vantage point as appointed snipers

your rope snapped and you fell to the rocks below

he damn near snapped his neck trying to repel back down to you

saw your dislocated shoulder and couldn't hide his disgust until you pointed it out

nobody was able to reach you, the two of you were alone

said it'd click back into place on its own, and you weren't sure if he was trying to reassure you or convince himself

but when you explained he needed to knock it back into its socket, he shook his head

flat out just said no

the man can deal with blood and bullets and knives. broken bones or dislocations were not his strong suit

his stomach did that weird flip thing when he saw body parts out of place

you scolded him for being a baby and he pouted at you

had to psych himself up to do it

"its just a stupid shoulder, get it together" "don't be a baby, it'll take two seconds" "god that's so disgusting, why does it look that gross"

your eyes nearly rolled out of your head and the initial pain had basically subsided by the time he actually did it

nearly threw up when he felt your shoulder pop back into its socket

was riding alongside you in the truck when it flipped over from an enemy missile

the whole vehicle launched topside and rolled upside down

his first port of call was to turn and check on you, rushing to panic when he saw the blood on your face

after pulling himself out of the vehicle, he ran around and yanked over the driver side door, unclipping your belt and pulling you onto the pavement

saw your broken leg and almost passed out

literally forgot all his medic training in that one moment and only ended up calling for an evac when you told him to

was at your every beck and call while you recovered

you had to be wheelchair bound during your recovery, and as the base trainer, you were able to do your job from your chair

made jokes about you now having to be on wheels

did anything to lift your spirits

helped you with absolutely anything you needed, and secretly kind of liked that he had to take care of you

fell into the male housewife role really quick. scarily quickly

wheels you around base, and more often than not rolls over somebody's toes when he passes them. doesn't have the best spatial awareness capacity

always there to change your bandages, check your wounds

whenever your leg hurts, he's like a professional masseuse

[unidot]

Some Fade Valorant headcanons from my twt

-Since her powers are not mind reading and not clear, she also uses her psychology knowledge to base assumptions on people and use their fears against them more affectively

-Fidgets with her hands a lot. She either uses an object to keep her hands busy or uses her nightmare tendrils

-Doing henna and drawing are some kind of meditation for her. They help her to keep herself grounded when the nightmares and visions get especially bad

-She prefers bitter coffee

-Born in the city of Bursa, later moved to İstanbul

-She doesnt have a cat of her own, mostly takes care of street cats

-She loves homemade food but is not that good at cooking so she mostly goes to restaurants that makes homemade like food

-She is around 172 cm (5'8") tall and is 27-28 years old

-since its confirmed that the nightmare is not a seperate entity, the prowlers act on her most basic emotions deep down (playing with people she likes, hissing at people she dislikes etc)

-She cant shut down her powers because they work like a 6th sense in a way. She constantly feels the fear and discomfort around her but choses to not focus on it

-Designed her own nazar symbol

-She is really bad at singing

-likes photography and she is good at it thanks to needing to take a lot of photos in her job

-Knows hacking because she hacked into Cypher's computers and compiled all the information on the protocol without being detected

-she sometimes plays chess with Cypher

-Her favorite color is blue (color of nazar, her vest and her ult)

-does coffee fortune telling for her friends

-her favourite food is mantı

-didnt really had a good education but has a lot of knowledge on stuff thanks to reading a lot and doing a lot of research on stuff she is curious about

-She was really skinny when she joined vp (mostly because she didnt really took good care of herself as she did research for her blackmail attack) gained some fat and muscle after vp's food and training

-she learned some German in middleschool and highschool. With that vp has 2 agents who both knows Turkish and German (Kj being half Turkish from her mothers side)

-Omen and her dms are full of cat videos they found

-her prowlers name is Karabasan

-her favorite book genres are books that explore the human mind or detective books

-she tans easily

-she dislikes swimming. Prefers to read a book on the beach

-she is generally tidy but can get messy when she is focused on a mission. Her desk especially becomes a mess

-she smells like coffee and burnt sages

-she doesn't really care about other agents' opinions on her. She is still friendly sometimes and civil to them, but if they don't forgive her, she honestly doesn't give a shit. And agents that still dislike her are mostly civil towards her

-if she is feeling down, she often goes on walks outside. Helps to clear her mind

-its hard for her to care for something or someone. But if she does, she cares so much

-she has a motorcycle back home. It's easier and more efficient for her since Istanbul traffic can be hell

-she is great at gambling or games like gambling since she is observant and can just feel the peoples fear or anxiety of losing

-she sometimes falls asleep (passes out) on random places if she hasn't slept in a really long time

-Omen knit a sweater and a scarf for her

-she gets along with Harbor really well. They share books and talk about their experiences with working in Realm while drinking tea or coffee

-she can really relate to Neon with not being able to control her powers fully and that affecting her life and relationships. She doesn't admit it, though

-she plays backgammon with Cypher and Harbor

-she spends a lot of time and effort on her "messy" appearance

-she is one of the busiest agents. She gets a lot of assignments (mostly intel work)

-she knows all of the agents' most secrets and fears but she honestly couldnt care less. Your secret is safe with her (If you are on her good side)

-she prefers to use a Phantom than a Vandal

-she finds Dizzy cute because she looks like a sleepy kitten

-she is still secretly salty about KAY/O catching her

-she and Skye dont really like eachother that well but they see eachother often during the early mornings (Skye going for a morning run and Fade still not sleeping) and Skye's tiger and Fade's prowlers likes to play so they end up seeing eachother more than they would like

-Used to go to clubs and bars often. Mostly to stay awake and keep her mind busy

-She is actually kinda rich. Her bounty hunter job paid her well

-Secretly wants Neon's black cat plushie but would never admit it

-she is really great at reading people but she is bad at interacting positively towards them. Her compliments or her comforting words can be awkward or just not appropriate

-other than cats, one of the other animals she really likes is octopuses

-she and Chamber trade expensive coffee

-she has a lot of scars on her body

-she is not that psychically strong compared to other agents

-she has high alcohol tolerance

-names all the cats she looks after on the streets. Either gives them cute names or just normal human names

-she is superstitious. Mostly about nazar

-her hand writting is really messy

-she was born left handed but she is now ambidextrous

[nicawritesandwhines]

To align a well spread and disturbing headcanon that overtook this fandom

The famous argument that Azriel’s presence in Gwyn’s rescue was changed by SJM, therefore it’s a sign that they will be together or they are mates. I saw this being brought up multiple times in discussions.

“SJM changed the scene to make sure Azriel was there for Gwyn!”

Let’s check the text together and verify this, shall we?

First mentioned of the temples being invaded was in ACOMAF, each temple has a missing part of the Cauldron. We learn that Sangravah was also sacked/attacked:

So let’s analyze this:

Temple was raided, 3 days ago.

We learn the information from Azriel, the spymaster.

Mor looks surprised that Azriel didn’t share the information with her. Azriel just shrugs apologetically, he is doing his job: gathering information of what happened and relaying it first to his High Lord.

We don’t hear anything about a bloody attack against the priestesses and children that live there m. It’s very open for interpretation but it sounds like a surprise attack, they were looking for something, Azriel knows about it. Now, we can assume one of the two: either he had one of his contacts informing him about it or he went to the temple himself.

So next, we have ACOSF version of the attack. First, Cassian telling Nesta what happened:

So we now have:

Azriel was there, he killed the soldiers in the temple

Mor was also there, she even rescue one and brought her to the library personally

So from not knowing about the attack, we have Mor actually participating in the rescue. And we have confirmation that Azriel was there, and it was not a intel source that shared with him about the attack.

The next and final dialogue about the attack comes from Gwyn’s own personal experience, sharing it with Nesta:

Now, we have:

Azriel arriving first, saving Gwyn and killing all the soldiers as Cassian previously mentioned

Mor arriving next, and healing Gwyn

Even Rhysand is now at the temple, showing up himself in the aftermath of the attack

Azriel leaves to go after the remaining soldiers for what we can assume is to recover what was stolen

The whole attack was changed to add the main characters presence. Not only Azriel was there, but Mor and Rhysand. So SJM didn’t change one single detail, she changed the whole thing to give Gwyn a background story and give her trauma weight by involving the main characters in her rescue.

The argument that Azriel was included in the rescue of Gwyn’s personal trauma to be read as foreshadowing to a possible romance is deeply troubling in my opinion. If I was the author I would never relate a rape scene with true mates. I have no idea who started this argument in favor of a ship but someone has to realize how distasteful this is?

Gwyn’s rescue was structured and rewritten to fit the attack SJM once previously mentioned in the second book of the series. This is her trying to be smart about it, and giving more substance to a side character she introduced 3 books later. The little J. K. Rowling’s touch, as SJM loves to tell.

So no, it’s was not only Azriel’s presence in the attack that was changed. The whole thing was written with the goal of enriching Gwyneth, as a new character.

Please stop using this as argument for romance foreshadowing. It is not. The whole scene is not supposed to be read as romantic coded or foreshadowing mates, and it’s simply disturbing to use this as an argument. Please stop.

[i-am-vita]

A Diversion Dance 💃

A Mihawk x Oc Ghost Rose

👉 Main Masterlist

Based on my OPLA older guysxfemreader headcanons and this inspiration right here.

It just took a month and a half but it's finally done... the first part. Writing directly in a second language is not helping.

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Summary: One year ago, you came out of semi-retirement to help the Phantom Pirates infiltrate the Hacienda of a famous Wine Producer during a party to recover and destroy some information. But you had to resort to some last minute diversions to maintain certain Warlord from a business meeting at the office being robbed by your crew. Warnings: SFW but sexy, some swearing (I managed to not used fuck that much). Use of You not y/n. Female Oc. Still probably Bad English. Consistent Time Tenses who? Expect: White collar robbery, falling while dancing, over the top improvised dance choreography, Cinderella trope but with smooches and eventual fighting, she's falling first (and in denial) but he'll fall harder, Mask of Zorro aesthetic.

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1 year ago...

The probability of a Warlord walking to any ball, specially one in honor of the local Marine Base, was low but never zero.

Especially when you knew there was a Warlord’s meeting that day somewhere else, far away enough.

Unless of course that warlord was Dracule Mihawk whom you'd soon learn never assisted to those meetings but of fucking course would assist to a party hosted by the most famous wine producer in the Grand Line. The same wine producer who was being used by some associates as a cover for intel dealings regarding the Revolutionaries secret bases. The intel your Captain was handsomely paid to acquire and destroy. The same wine producer Mihawk was so interested to strike a deal regarding a cargo of their wines to be shipped to his residence.

You hated to do diversions but there was really no other option. Your two crewmates experts in it were already working on their own targets.

Meg having the two high officers most dangerous for the mission eating from her hand thanks to her perfumes that none of them would notice a stampede in the middle of the ballroom.

Meanwhile, Raoul had just disappeared with the party's Host to a little rendezvous in his office where he would confirm their intel of the layout of the place and hide the Den Den Mushi Transmitter which will deactivate the security on the windows so your infiltrators could get inside and steal the information from the concealed drawer in the desk and other goods.

Normally it would be you leading the infiltrating team but then Carlotta, dressed as a maid, almost shouted through her Den Den Mushi Comm of HIM having just entered the hall.

And now only one decision was there to make: the red or the black dress?

"Apologies, Warlord, my boss is currently setting up some business in his office with another... interested party." Your maid-crewmate heard the Butler explain nervously. "But of course we'll escort you to his presence as soon as he's finished. Meanwhile you're very welcome to the party. There're samples of our best harvests for you to try."

Well, fuck.

That would undo all your timing and ruin the entire operation. Who knows when you will have another opportunity to infiltrate the Hacienda this easily.

Your crew is so efficient and low profile that the Marine have connected you to just a handful of the real amount of your thieveries through the years. You were sure if the World Gobernment realize how much fuck up they really were thanks to the Phantom Pirates, your bounties'd be thripled.

And neither of you wanted that.

So the red dress it was.

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Mihawk will never admit it to you until years later, but he saw you the moment you set foot in the ballroom. The daring color of your dress a startling contrast with the white of the marine officers and the most tamed and proper colors of the other guests, like a drop of blood over fresh snow. The asymmetrical cut of the skirt allowed the view of a long shapely leg encased in black stocking but not up enough to show its laces. Your face partially obscured by a lace half mask over your eyes and cheekbones like most of the guests.

He averted his gaze before you had the opportunity to make eye contact with him. Giving back his attention to the sommelier who was currently presenting him a collection of sweet wines the Warlord didn’t ask for (and boring him to hell) but still followed your path with the corner of his eye. Several gentlemen being equally ensnared by your entrance and trying to draw your attention or get a dance.

But you were set to one objective: lure Dracule Mihawk enough time for your team to break in and out of the office as soon as Raoul gave them the signal after the Host returned to the party.

Fuck, you really hated diversions.

Mostly because it implied being VERY close to certain unsavory or immoral characters that you'd rather cut their throat than make polite conversation.

Although, if there was a time for you to finally have to divert someone, there were worse options than the infamous Dracule Mihawk.

Your crew tends to keep his distance from the Warlords as the Phantom Pirates, your captain preferring to maintain any contact with the World Government and its associates through his real identity as a noble.

But thanks to Shanks, you may know a thing or two about the World’s Best Swordsman.

He’s a somber son of a gun. Gettin’ a smile out of that guy is like pulling out teeth. It’s all that stuffy dry red wine he likes. He’d totally like you! You two would hit it off!

How would you pull that off? You have no idea but if the Redhead wasn't right about his former rival, you were going to scrag him the next time you see him.

The Warlord certainly has the look of someone who you wouldn’t mind being approached by. His old bounty posters failed to state the real air of elegance he exudes, even from afar. His clothes, while stylish, didn’t seem appropriate for an up class ball. An open white ruffle shirt that showed off his muscled chest almost as much as if he weren’t wearing it, a golden cross pendant glowing in the candle lights. Black pants tucked in pristine tall black boots. His signature hat and coat were missing but a dark long cape hung from his shoulders embracing his figure in more darkness. Not helping with his look of power and danger. Certainly the great sword at his back added to it, the most famous Yoru. Does he ever take it off?

You arrived at the bar with as much nonchalance as you were capable and was immediately invited by the sommelier to have some of their product, who seemed to be so much into his exposition of sweet reds to not notice the growing irritation of his patron.

"Madam, would you care for a taste of our Starlight Night. The passing of a comet that year gave us a unique harvest like never before." And proceed to explain to you the importance of the stars’ position while harvesting. You like wine as much as the next person but your knowledge was limited to the type you liked and disliked. The man didn’t even bother to ask your preference and all his verbiage was making you a little edgy.

You have a job to do and this newbie was getting on your nerves, not to mention Mihawk looked like walking away any second, glass of his preferred wine be damned. You smiled broadly and gave an exaggerated gesture with a shoulder that you knew enhanced the line of your neck.

"Ohh, how thoughtful, sir. We've heard wonders of this exact method." You said with fake affectation accepting the glass. "Perhaps you'll be so kind as to explain it to my colleagues." You pointed to a group of guests at the other side of the ballroom.

The employee didn't take long to follow your suggestion and left with a trail of glasses and bottle for his next marketing victim.

With the useless fool finally out of his sight (really, what was doing such an amateur attending potential customers?), he took one of the bottles whose label convinced him the most and served himself a glass to finally have a taste of dryness and spices in his tongue to try to get rid of the bitterness of having to wait in this forsaken party of social climbers.

A loud sight from you got him out of his musings.

"I hate nothing more than an overseller.” You tested giving a side glance to the Warlord. “If their product is that good they wouldn't need such storytelling, would they?"

That got you Dracule's attention who turned his golden gaze towards you and raised an eyebrow. You could feel a not so unpleasant chill down your back at his intensity.

"Clever technique. I was considering just cutting the fool in half to shut him up." You couldn't hide a smirk at his dry humor, although unclear if it was a joke at all.

You took a sip of the dark liquid in your glass, getting a taste of unexpected sweetness, fruity and floral flavors.

"Well, our mutual wasn't as full of shit as I thought." You mentioned giving another sip to the sweet wine. By the Warlord's expression, you knew he totally differed. "Not keen on sweet wine, are you, my Lord?"

He gave you a little smirk and a side glance. You took another sip in defiance.

"I'm keen on red wine not berries juice."

This time you did have to control yourself to not let out a laugh and spit the wine still in your mouth, it coming out as a very undignified snort. You gave the man a playful killing glare over your glass that had the effect of widen his smirk.

Ha! Take that, Redhead!

Mihawk was feeling... surprisingly amused by this little interaction.

The amount of people capable of holding his gaze, let alone daring to joke with him was less than the fingers of one hand. Still, he could recognize an attempt at seduction no matter how subtle but the even fewer women who dared to approach him usually played a more submissive role.

He liked your boldness.

And the fact you look exactly like his type of woman with perfect golden tan skin, long legs and curvaceous figure… A shame he has no time for a rendezvous tonight, eager to get his business done and go on his merry way away from this Marine reeking party.

"So... What brings a man of your notoriety to this gathering, my Lord. Certainly not the honorable guests or the sparkling conversations." You said pointing with your head to the surrounding Marines who gave distasteful looks at his direction between murmurs and sips of wine.

Another raised eyebrow and what you hoped was an interested stare. So you did know about his status and reputation and yet were completely unafraid of approaching him.

"Only business. I wasn't aware of this little gathering." He said pointing at the ballroom with distaste in his voice. "Not my favorite type of... companionship. Although, the conversation may be... improving. Even if you have an abysmal taste in wine, my Lady."

Well, you didn't completely suck at this, you thought while still siping the sweet red with a challenging smirk of your own.

With the corner of your eye, you managed to catch a glimpse of Raoul coming inside the room, the Host mere steps behind with his Butler whispering in his ear. Your eyes found those of your maid-disguised crewmate, Carlotta, who gave you a small nod.

The clock was running from now on.

Several couples had just started to dance to the new song of the orchestra when you were hit by a burst of inspiration.

"May I have this dance, my Lord. Kill some time before your business meeting?"

You know you’re not the best at small talk and pretending attraction for someone but you love to dance… and you’d rather not think of the small pull you felt towards the Warlord as attraction at all.

"... Why not?" He answered by raising his hand in an inviting gesture. You couldn’t hide a small smile of relief and parted with your glass of wine to reciprocate his gesture.

Mihawk seized the moment to take your hand towards his mouth to place a light kiss. His yellow irises catched a small flush on your cheeks and an intake of air through your half parted lips.

He guided you to the dancefloor into a perfect waltz stance before leading you through it with long strides and wide swirls following the lively tempo created by the strings of guitars and mandolins.

The familiar dance steps lured you into a comfort state. It took you a few seconds to realize how was it possible, being in the arms of one of the most dangerous men in the world and any misstep in this heist potentially leading to a catastrophe to your crew, until it dawned on you.

Dracule Mihawk was an excellent dancer.

It wasn’t just the proper following of the steps but his gracefulness and fluidity and how he guided your body through it like an extension of his own.

What kind of swordsman would I be if I didn’t have perfect stance and footing? A memory came from so far away. Of the intense dark eyes of another man deep in your past, of that first time you set foot in a ballroom. How much you despised the process of it all until that young gentleman asked for your first dance…

"Something on your mind, my Lady?" Mihawk’s voice brought you back to the present and to the intensity of his own golden eyes.

"Apologies, my Lord, my mind wandered for a second."

"Oh? To whom may I ask?"

"Jealous, Lord Dracule?" You teased smirking playfully. You were aware you couldn't just lie to his face. One didn't come as high as him by taking any bullshit. So half truths it was. "Just... I was thinking how much I missed certain things in this life. I can go without all the pomp and small talk of these gatherings but I did miss... this."

Mihawk didn't expect such a candid answer. He could tell by the subtle change in your voice that your yearning was sincere.

"This...?"

"A good dance partner..." The thrill of the chase, the adrenaline of the lurking danger, your traitorous mind offered while starting to get lost in the eyes of one of the most powerful men in all the Blues.

"Have you been apart from this life for a while?"

"Certain responsibilities have kept me away from... indulging these past years. This is an extraordinary occasion."

"Extraordinary indeed..."

Who were you? He wondered while resisting the desire to bring you nearer to him and inhale that subtle fruity and flowery scent from your hair, much like that awful sweet wine you seemed so fond of. Certainly not a debutante seeking a match. Your beauty more akin to full maturity, probably closer to his own age.

Nor a widow, especially those of the upper class who tended to show off more of their riches on their bodies yet you were mostly unadorned save for a modest dark lace with a rose pendant on your neck. The same dark lace that adorned more than hid the upper half of your face. No earrings or bracelets. Although, were those steel rings on each of your middle fingers? Not gold or silver.

Or were you one of those unattached women who seek the protection of powerful men? No, you had mentioned certain responsibilities keeping you from indulging. The fact you have forgone gloves was telling. Your hands, while elegant, weren’t those of an upper class lady, with short and practical manicured nails, skin lightly calloused in certain places more akin to someone who worked with certain instruments. A business woman looking for some distraction?

Whatever of the above, at this stage most women were already trying their best tricks to lure him. Eyelash shakes, sultry smiles, casual intimate touches. Mostly pathetic and boring. Or were you so sure of your beauty to take this more neutral stance and wait until your natural allure and witt worked on him?

And then getting lost in your thoughts in the middle of dancing after being the one to ask him. Was what you said all you were looking for? A good dance partner or a dance partner?

Certainly he was so full of himself as to feel a little insulted that the first woman who caught his eye in years wasn’t actively seducing him by now even if he had no intention of letting himself be seduced that night and would walk away after this little distraction.

The waltz came to its end with both of you maintaining a proper pose and distance despite the intensity of his stare awakening a desire for nearness. The couples undid their poses to applaud the orchestra, giving you a moment to break contact with the deep golden gaze of the Warlord to collect yourself.

Over the shoulder of your dance partner, you saw Raoul making a circular move with his hand, signing you to keep going.

You noticed the Warlord's eyes scanning the crowd, no doubt looking for the Butler who would take him to his meeting at the office currently being robbed by your crewmates.

Time for the big guns.

"Would you care to try something more... robust, my Lord?"

That had the power to hold Mihawk's attention back to you. That spark of challenge in your eyes again. He had seen that same spark in many others who sought to duel with him.

So intriguing.

"Do you feel an equal to the task, my Lady?"

You gave him a wink and signal for a maid who approached you, whispered something to her and sent her to the small orchestra near the corner.

You guided Dracule to the center of the emptying dance floor, your arm extended to his with only your hands touching... until the first strings of guitar and brass wind instruments started.

Mihawk took your hand with firmness and drew you to his body. You let him guide you into a dip over his arm and then the other but then raised yourself meeting him face to face in defiance. Both started to dance around without looking away from each other's eyes, arms intertwining and departing, following the lively rhythm of the strings like swords in a battle.

His right hand finally caught yours and led you gracefully in a series of spins, making your dress flutter around your legs, before pulling you towards him until being face to face again. Your lips almost gracing. You tilt your head backward feeling Mihawk’s breath making a path to your neck and dangerously close to your cleavage.

That single motion had the power to leave you more breathless than the intense performance.

You back away playfully, arms raised as if in denial of his advance. Mihawk smiled despite himself, eager to bring you back to himself by trying some footing to approach you and catch your waist but you avoided him with a poise and grace he had yet to see in most swordsmen that had dared to duel him.

The dramatic twirl half undid your updo and left your back to him. You gave him a daring look over your shoulder between locks of dark wavy hair, arms extended as in invitation that he took by taking you again in his arms, your back to his chest, and sweeping with you across the dance floor. You could feel the warmth of his skin against yours through the back opening of your dress along with the cold of the golden pendant.

He stopped a moment to guide your hand to his neck, your fingers tangling in his dark curls, while his other hand wandered to your abdomen and just below your breasts, tightening his embrace and grazing his lips on your neck for a small second before a last crescendo of the music made you twirl away from him, like running from his attention towards you. But the Warlord was relentless in his pursuit, catching your hand and pulling you fiercely back to him, the momentum making you lift your leg around his waist where he took it to bring you even closer to him. The asymmetrical cut of your skirt allowed him to feel the texture of your stocking. His wide palm traced a path from your knee up to your tight. Almost grazing the satchel hiding your short dagger and small assortment of knives still hide under the fabric.

His free hand traveled to your waist leading your body in a low dip with the last strings of the song. You hold to his broad shoulders, one of your hands tangled in his dark curls guiding his bowed head up your abdomen, over your breasts and neck, lips mouthing the rose pendant in his wander, to almost touch his lips with yours as he lifted you back.

For a wild second, Mihawk considered taking your lips with his own, eager to know if they taste as sweet as the red you sampled. The sound of applause brought him out of his reverie, reminding him of his stubbornness of not letting himself be seduced that night, not matter his own pursuit of you during your enthralling dance. His sharp eyes focused on your glazed gaze, like you were waking up from a dream. He wondered if that would be your sight after rapture. Your eyes cleared after a second, opening in surprise as you were just aware of the position you had ended.

The sound of a clearing throat broke the moment.

"Ejem... Warlord, we've been looking for you. I was told you were interested in a purchase. Should we discuss it at my office?" Spoke a gentleman whom you recognized as the Host of the ball.

No fucking way!

"Of course." Mihawk answered, letting you go gently until you recovered your footing and finally breaking your eye contact to turn around to the newcomer. "In a moment."

Your eyes found the panicked sight of Carlotta shaking her head.

You still needed more time!

"Can't I convince you to extend your stay, my lord?” You asked, hoping not to sound as out of breath as you felt for what you were suggesting. “Surely, any other affair can wait until the morning..."

The hawk-like golden eyes of the swordsman wandered back to you and over your form, from the half undone updo, the free locks of hair falling in waves framing your slightly flushed face, to your red lips parted like begging to be kissed. Have you finally decided you want a partner for another kind of dance? You looked like temptation incarnated for him but it had been a time since he had let himself be distracted by temptations, no matter how captivating.

"Not today, my lady." He took your hand to his lips in a goodbye kiss that had no business being so sensual.

You'll lie to yourself all you wanted for the next year, but the idea of bringing that same hand to his cheek to draw his face to an actual kiss so you could steal his gold cross came after. In that moment you were desperate to scratch just one more second with him and taking a taste of his lips didn’t sound as bad as ten minutes ago.

You immediately felt his lips moving against yours and his hands at your hips drawing you to him. Your breasts pressed against his strong torso when you felt the cross and the idea hit your mind. You sneak your hand behind his neck to undo the clasp of the necklace in a swift movement, disguising it as a caress to his hairline and playing with the short curls there. Your other hand roamed his chest to collect the valuable item, being able to feel his warm skin and the defined muscles twitching under your fingers.

You were barely pulling apart when his lips started leaving a trail of kisses to your cheek and your neck. One of his hands moving up your back to the cutout of your dress to caress the skin there, the other getting tangled in your hair. You were unable to hold a small moan that had you almost dropping the gold cross but managed to hold onto it and hide it between the folds of your dress.

Mihawk had thought you bold before but daring to steal a kiss from him was a level not an individual had ever ventured. Your lips did taste of the sweet red wine from before, but infinitely better. And why on all the Blues was he resisting you? He wondered while inhaling the sweet scent of flowers and fruits in your hair. Whatever foul mood that plagued him upon entering this residence had melted away upon your first approach to him.

He was about to just whisper in your ear to fuck with his business and take you to his ship when another throat clearing was heard. With a hand still caressing your back, Mihawk turned to the Host, ready to dismiss the man until the next morning.

Before being able to express his change of plans, the Warlord felt two things at the same time. Or more like the absence of them. Your skin under his hand and the familiar weight of his heavy pendant hanging from his neck.

Dracule Mihawk turned around just to see you disappear through the doors leading outside… in such a swift movement almost invisible to the naked eye and just possible by an expert haki user.

.

You moved as fast as you could to the wide opening that led to the vineyards without drawing as much attention as you already had. You passed near a stunned Carlotta and murmured your only-emergency word.

“Cauliflower.”

Which was code for “don’t wait for me and get the hell out”. Last time you had to resort to it was 10 years ago and ended with a bounty poster with the byname “The Ghost Rose”. No image but the drawing of the rose carved knife you left behind.

This time, with a Warlord of the Seas after your trail you may have no such luck. Your only hope was being as fast as your abilities allow you.

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Part 2 soon.

Kudos to those who get the cauliflower reference.

[freddy-owo]

WAIT FREDDY what is BMC? it interested me wheni saw you reblogging post about it, and i thought it was a show, but it's a book? and if you like it, it's obviously good, but would you recommend it? i want to get new interests anyways lol

=000

Okay so basically bmc stands for be more chill and it's a musical (adapted from a book, but they have very different plots) that's basically sci-fi and coming-of-age!!! The songs are all VERY catchy and the musical's been around since 2015 so there's a lot of fan content out there for it ^^ (and the book's been out since 2004 I believe?)

So the plot follows our main character Jeremy Heere who's an (autistic coded) social-outcast who's only friend is his childhood best friend Michael Mell =D (I'm gonna try to give a brief summary here =^=) A very famous scene that happens in the first song is when one of Jeremy's bullies writes something on his backpack, which we find out was "boyf." And later, which Jeremy and Michael are talking, the two of them put their backpacks together and read that it says "boyf riends." (Also, in the broadway revival, they added a line where Michael says "my mother's would be thrilled!!" Confirming a popular headcanon back in the older fandom to be canon. Anyways, in the opening number, Jeremy is seen getting shoved around, called gross, and, on a more positive note, is convinced (by Michael) to join the school play. Jeremy wanted to sign up for the play initially because he has a crush on this theater kid named Christine Canigula, but is too nervous to ask her out (so he would have to if he was working with her, and he wouldn't be seen as a creep. Christine sings a song abt how much she loves play rehearsal (she also canonically has ADHD >u<) and bu the end of the song all of the popular kids (who were previously seen bullying Jeremy) are revealed to have also joined the play. Jake, a popular kid, talks to Christine and blah blah blah Christine then shows an interest in Jake. Jeremy then goes into the bathroom to wash off the writing on his backpack, but gets caught by the guy who wrote it: Rich Goranski. They talk for a bit, then Rich starts having (what seems to be) a seizure, before quickly calling out to Jeremy to stay. Then he explains how he became popular so quickly in the span of a year. He took this pill called a super-quantum unit intel processor, SQUIP for short. Basically, a SQUIP is a super computer that goes into your brain and "tells you what to do." In Rich's case, it made him cool. Rich tells Jeremy that he can hook him up with one, for 600 dollars. Jeremy is immediately interested, because, as previously established, Jeremy hates being a loser. He then talks to Michael abt it when he gets home. Michael is convinced that it's a scam, but Jeremy insists that they should at least go check it out. So, they go to the mall and end up buying one SQUIP. Jeremy takes it, and nothing happens immediately. But, after a little while, Jeremy starts having that seizure-like reaction that Rich had in the bathroom...in the middle of the mall. IN FRONT OF CHRISTINE. Then, the squip activates and immediately starts telling Jeremy what to do. Blah blah blah stuff happens the musical almost ends in an apocalypse it's really cool actually ^^ (also srry for how long this is ;-; I really like giving this spiel)

And then the book has a sort-of-similar idea, except the endings and actual events are VERY different. But!!!!! I personally really like the book, and think it's definitely a good read.

K so bmc has a few different productions out there (including a LOT of high-school productions available on YouTube [and a bunch of other bootlegs also available on youtube])

Currently, there is only a 30 minute long visual bootleg for the original two river theater regional production, but there is a full length audio bootleg (and I know that one of these [I can't remember which] is currently unlisted, so if you happen to want to watch/listen to this musical AND want to enjoy the original production, then just dm me and I can send u the link ^^)

There are also a few off-broadway bootlegs (with mostly the original cast), but there are DEFINITELY the most broadway bootlegs (and, I can't also send u the link to the [in my opinion] best one)

And then little warning there are some explicit themes and a character get sexually assaulted in one scene so don't watch it if either of those are triggering for u ^^

Aaaaaaaand then the book has a LOT of explicit material in it. I Definitely don't recommend it if ur sensitive to that stuff.

(Also, don't feel pressured to watch/listen/read it just cuz I like it =p both musicals AND be more chill are kinda an acquired taste lol)

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Family of Spies 🕵🏻‍♀️ | Everett Ross headcanon

Pairs with “Family of Heroes”

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Requested 📨: yes/no (for @autistic-solar-fandom)

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Avenger!reader & Ross’ kids sneaking onto a mission with their parents would look like:

How the heathens managed to find y’all is a mystery of its own. You don’t know how to react first: with praise or with anger.

To paint the picture, you and Ross are undercover in a conjoined mission between the Avengers & CIA. The target in question is someone suspected of harboring a fugitive with intel of the super soldier serum created in Madripoor. After Sam and Bucky had settled the issue in New York, you both were sent to recover the fugitive in a manner lowkey as possible.

What neither you--nor your agencies--could prepare for was your children tracking y'all down.

You may be an Avenger (highly skilled and known to put fear in God themself) but at the end of the day you’re a parent first. So, it is no surprise when you lose your shit on the children who infiltrated the highly classified mission you and your husband were on. "I don't want to hear it." "But we just thought--." "And now I have to hear it."

Like you, Everett was very displeased and had to hold his tongue. You already unleashed your wrath he felt maybe it was a good idea to calm the situation than escalate it further by grilling them. He did, however, make his frustration and disappointment known, "We raised you to know better. What the hell were you thinking?! This is not only dangerous, but illegal!"

Your daughter, who you both know had interest in working for Intelligence, immediately went into explanation mode. The excuse they gave--besides missing y'all and worrying about you both not coming home---was that she and her brother could help in the undercover mission. "How exactly do you plan to do that? You haven't even finished high school." "No, but we're already your kids. How hard is it to play the role of a family?"

For your son, he had always wanted to test out the gadgets he'd made. This was his opportunity, but your concern was someone getting hurt since they had not been tested in a concealed environment. Ross agreed, which only had your son pouting. "But dad, think of how useful they can be?" "Son, we're already expecting to go to jail for even considering letting you both help...but we will be sent to the Raft for allowing you to use those when they have not been approved by the Director."

Several times during the mission you about lost it when your daughter or son scurried off. They'd return with new information, completely shocking you both wondering just how the hell they managed to get it. "Where did you hear this?" "That man told the guy beside him. I pretended to read my book and sat at the table right next to them. They didn't pay me any mind."

At one point you did receive a message from Fury asking why his sources are telling him your son was spotted at y'alls location to which you played dumb and prayed he'd dismiss it. Which he did....cause Fury just wants the job done by any means necessary.

Eventually, after several minutes of going back and forth and deciding not to strangle your kids for being so irresponsible, you eventually agree to their plan. This decision of course came with some ground rules. "You will do as we say--and do not act without permission. The second you do something that results in either of you getting hurt, I will personally be calling the U.S military to get your asses out of here." "Yes ma'am/sir"

By some grace of God, the mission was a success. No one, thankfully, was hurt--except for the associates of the man you and Ross were looking for in a hand-to-hand battle that left your kids speechless from their hiding space. The suspect was contained and transported to the Embassy, you and Ross collected your children and had a dinner involving take out and sodas.

The adrenaline your children experienced was enough to confirm that both wanted to pursue careers in espionage and intelligence. Something you and Everett were concerned about initially, but after seeing them and realizing they were equipped the skills needed to be successful agents/spies, you both accepted the inevitable.

"We did good, didn't we honey?" Ross kissed your temple, clicking his glass with yours as you leaned into his side from your spot watching your kids reenact the fight between you and the bad guys. "We sure did. Who would've thought we'd become a family of spies after all?"

[xtinaangelicax]

David Chiem Ultimate Rebel: Talentswap AU

Casually going to drop my headcanons for an Ultimate Rebel David talentswap. I've surprisingly never seen this one done yet (tho I could be wrong) and I think it has neat potential!

His parents, and elder sister Diana, were all killed when he was 14: Instead of a water poisoning accident as has been (I think?) implied with Xander's folks, it was a murder.

Since I headcanon David's father as a respected political speaker (who's also debatably shady- cough-) I'll say that it was a very targeted assassination on the Chiem family.

Just like Xander, David was the only survivor. It happened at one of his very own speeches. He watched it happen.

David's home-life was never… exemplary, not all the mansions or adoring public eyes in the world could make it so. Yet, things were actually beginning to look up for him and his family for once in this AU. Beginning to change. And then it all was ripped away.

Rumors circulate that Duke Spurling, a political rival of David's father, may have been involved. No one can confirm or deny this, but the man was too powerful to be convicted.

David. Is. Livid. Hope dangled in his face, and then shredded apart in front of his eyes. He really has nothing to lose anymore. While I think giving up may be his first impulse... soon, he'd grow spiteful. Depression is an ever-present stage of his grief. So is anger.

Using the tens of thousands of followers that he's already accumulated in his early speaking career (which would soon reach millions and then worldwide) David devises an organization. He is the leader of this organization, and gains much of the intel himself: But just to make things more efficient, gain easier assistance for himself in matters he can't pull off alone, and stir up some more insanity, he takes quite full advantage of his local lunatic fringe.

This organization is basically an undercover activism group, carefully comprised of fans of his insane enough to do his bidding, yet competent enough to not get caught spying, wealthy enough to bail him out of jail if he so needs in emergency, so on. This fame of his is a resource that Xander didn't have at the same age. He manipulates it skillfully. (If you're familiar with DRV3, think DICE.)

It is called Stardust. Nobody knows of it… until they're intended to.

David publicly snaps live on stage one day, and provides damning evidence to condemn Duke Spurling for the targeted assassination of his family. From then on, his speeches and public brand morpth from sunshiny and inspiring, into gritty, snapping wake-up calls.

David's manager? Locked up too. You can find a laundry list of reasons to legally get someone thrown in the hole, if you're crafty enough. Man was a controlling piece of dirt anyway. Ah; Who knew being liberated and in charge of his life for once felt this good!

(...He will never forget Diana taking that bullet in his place.)

Society is split 50/50 on what to think of David after this. Many are turned off by his sudden switch-around from the gentle-spoken boy he once was, while many others sympathize with his motives or are stirred into action or even mobs and protests by his sharp, brazen words. This controversy sparks massive public debate.

By age 18, the frigging government itself is mildly intimidated by this unhinged blue man.

…And that's how I'd theorize David would become the Ultimate Rebel in a Talentswap AU. Thank you for coming to my ted talk. I'm happy how it turned out and had fun making it up!! ;D Thoughts?

[ifishouldvanish]

I think that part of my issue with the whole olrox and mizrak think is that olrox is babied so much that anything mizrak(or even ricter) do that might show a different part of his character is deemed criminal.

The show goes out of its way to tell us that olrox is selfish and has done thing that while maybe justified(I don’t really count Julia’s death as something justified) are still wrong, and all people can talk about is how much of a twink he is(he really isn’t)

While I think fandom is clearly partial to Olrox, I don't think he's 'babied' or (probably showing my age here) 'woobified'. I think in the context of a show about vampires that is using vampirism as a metaphor for imperialism and colonialism--a character who is vocally anti-colonialist and who literally and unapologetically "eats the rich" is just fun to rally behind. The fact that he's also kinda snarky and lbr, really hot, just makes him destined to be fandom catnip.

I don't agree that the show goes out of the way to show that he is selfish though? He hides his motives and isn't above violence as a form of justice, but as this post points out, it's understandable why he would believe that he wouldn't have gotten justice otherwise.

I think there are interpretations that he spends the season 'playing both sides', that he accepts Erzsebet's invitation to "hear her out" in good faith, and that he's content to sit back and watch as things play out until the last minute-- but that is not one that I share. I think he's seen this shit happen so many times, seen indigenous people try to accommodate and ally with colonizers only to get shafted so many times, that he's learned he's better off operating in a more behind the scenes capacity where he can drop a hint here or a comment there to get in the respective parties' heads and sway the outcomes from a distance.

He seems to enjoy getting a rise out of Mizrak by poking holes in his arguments, but I wouldn't consider that selfish, manipulative, or mocking so much as a way of testing the waters of where exactly his loyalties lie.

We get the accusation that he turned his late lover into a vampire without his consent, but we really don't get any confirmation of whether or not that's true, what the circumstances were, etc. Just that whatever happened, it's something he's extremely tetchy about.

Something that confounds me about that scene though is that Olrox seems to be telling Mizrak about his lost lover for the first time, yet Mizrak absolutely does not hesitate to level that accusation at him. And maybe it's just sloppy dialogue or whatever, but it makes me wonder if A.) this is something Olrox alluded to off-screen at some point (imo just sloppy writing) B.) Mizrak has some kind of intel on Olrox we do not know about (from Erzsebet, perhaps?) or C.) Mizrak is straight up just making assumptions based on what he knows/the church has told him about vampires (which just feels most probable to me, idk).

That Olrox's knee-jerk response is to provide a justification rather than a denial is still very telling though. My read is that he did turn him and that the consent probably was a little dubious. My totally speculative headcanon based on pure vibes is that his lover got mortally wounded in battle and that Olrox turned him in a fit of desperation to save him. Which would arguably be a selfish act--but selfish in a tragically human gothic romance sort of way and not like... a cold, calculating, 'only looking out for number one' sort of way.

I think the most cruelty we see from him is in the way he taunts Richter, but given the whole colonialism theme running throughout the show I think it's more about what Richter represents in his eyes: the heir to a legacy of fighting 'monsters' where the definition of monster is written by people in power. That, "She had to die. I could kill you too, and I will one day," is less a direct threat and more of a prophecy; a statement on the inevitability that what happened in one generation will happen again in the next.

But ahsjsksk i haven't seen anyone call him a twink though that's 🥴🥴🥴 words have meanings y'all

[iamumbra195]

So from what has kinda been confirmed in canon

006 is the intel guy, 032 is the tech guy, 005 is the assassin, 016 is the sharpshooter, and 018 is probably the torture specialist.

I love your headcanon that 018 is their explosives guy though lmao. I personally think that 018 and 008 are the clean-up guys and they just pile all the bodies of those that they killed before setting it on fire 'cause 018 is a little bit of a pyromaniac. Just a little.

I've been thinking for a while... are the numbers split by specializations?

In chapter 96, Ijin says that 005 is specialized specifically in assassinations and then he mentioned kidnapping and blackmail. So I've been thinking that certain numbers, because of their abilities, attitudes, or even their preferences specialize in certain things.

Let's take 004 and 006 for example. 004, while I believe he's fully capable of these things, doesn't specialize in info gathering or blackmail of any sort. I don't think he'd enjoy it and he's very temperamental. He even says at one point that he likes risking it instead of playing it safe and efficient the way Ijin did. He kinda seems like a loose canon. So like 005, who while incredibly intelligent is still reckless and gets angry very easily, I'm going to lump him in the area of assassination, specifically using closer combat like hand-to-hand, knives, and pistols. 006 on the other hand, is very well-suited for info-gathering and maybe even infiltration given all that we've seen from him in canon.

I'd like to say that Ijin and 002 are relatively on similar grounds and are very well-rounded in nearly everything which is why they're given the numbers they have and are regarded as the overall leaders.

So basically I think the numbers are split based on what they specialize in, whether that be intelligence, assassination, kidnapping, infiltration, maybe even robbery lol? What do you think?

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what even is Soundwave’s job in Cyberverse

[mirahuyooo]

A Green-Eyed Devil [pt 1] | mafia!bts reaction

[Mafia!BTS Getting Jealous]  — Maknae Line

— you suppose even a man like him isn’t safe from the clutches of envy

In which, your boyfriend, in spite of who he is, lets the green-eyed devil on his shoulder get the best of him.

Word Count: 2,064 Content/s: established relationship rawr, fluff, drama, angst if you squint, profanity, jealousy jealousy, minimal spiciness hehe, misunderstanding, boys being brats, possessive behavior (toxic af lol), a little wholesome uwu, Mafia AU

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A/N: back at it again with the mafia aus T-T finished with the maknae line in time!~ I hope y’all enjoY! lemme know what you’d like to see next!~

PARK JIMIN

"May I buy you ladies a drink?"

Over the thrumming of music, you and your best friend, Sohyun, stop dancing at the stranger who came along. His smile is polite enough, but you could sense his flirtatious intent.

 "No thank you," you say as a part of you couldn't help but laugh.

One of the many luxuries Park Jimin showers you with is free reign in any of his clubs—free drinks, VIP seats, and access at any date and time. It comforts him, he told you once, to know that you and your friends would go out and have fun somewhere he knows is made to be secure for someone like you, who is now entangled in his line of work. 

Sohyun very much loves this idea more than you—though she doesn't really know the truth of how this is all possible in the first place—but it seems she has different plans tonight. 

"We'd love to!" she practically purred, coyly batting her eyelashes as she links her arm with yours to drag you along with her as she follows the man to the bar. 

You half-heartedly rolled your eyes at her antics, but nonetheless sat beside her as she struck a conversation with the stranger. The man, Jihoon he said, is kind enough to include you in the discussion, but it was clear enough that the main discourse was between him and Sohyun, leaving you to nurse a cocktail in your hand as you idly watch over them both. 

Sooner or later, a kiss to the cheek practically brings you to life, as the familiar warmth of a hand tenderly holds your waist. You look up in surprise and excitement to see your boyfriend. 

"There you are, jagi," Jimin's eyes were sharply glaring ahead, but they form crescents as soon as he lovingly gazes down at you. 

His emphasis on the term of endearment doesn't elude you. Jihoon, you immediately thought, a giggle leaving your lips. "Minnie," you affectionately coo as you turn your barstool towards your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his neck as he readily slots his body between your legs with the gun concealed at his waist reminding you of his previous rendezvous. "Did your meeting end early?"

While you and Sohyun were out on a girl's night, Namjoon had your boyfriend occupied with a mission, gathering intel at a gala, which was why he's dressed quite cleanly at the moment—a sleek black suit ensemble that almost makes him look princely. 

Jimin, however, merely hums, oblivious to the hungry eyes that overcame you as his attention somewhere else. Following his sweltering gaze, you come to realize that Jihoon and Sohyun were looking at you both in shock and smugness respectively. You simply offer them a smile as you hop off your seat and grab Jimin's hand, getting him out of the situation before his quiet rage becomes too much to handle. "Let's dance?" you ask your boyfriend, effectively knocking off the furrow in his brows. 

On the dance floor, Jimin's hold on your waist is tight as the two of you move to the sensual beat playing from the DJ booth. He leans down to your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. "Who's the guy, hm?" he questions, making you grin as it confirms your suspicions. 

"You jealous, Minnie?" you teasingly ask, fingers playing with the ends of his hair. 

Jimin secures you with a stern glare, stubborn and in denial of possessing such a capability. "I don't get jealous, jagi," he drawls, squeezing at your hip in warning. "Don't be silly."

And yet, there's a near pout on his plump lips that makes you croon, leaning up to steal a kiss and will it away. "If it helps you sleep at night," you jokingly whisper to him like it's a secret. "He was interested in Sohyun."

Following where you nod your head, the two of you look at how the two were now back to their own little world, more flirty and—dare you say it—eye-fucking each other. You smirk as Jimin visibly loosens up, and he catches the look last minute, a grumble leaving his lips.

"I wasn't jealous."

KIM TAEHYUNG

For the record, this wasn't your idea in the first place.

Though it made your self-wallowing look cinematic, the downpour was harsh against the windowpane of the relatively quiet cafe you find yourself idly sitting in. Across the street and through the light fog, you could see the fancy French restaurant that had just denied you entry thirty minutes ago. 

See, after arriving a few minutes late to the venue, pointed stares from the patrons that were lined up and waiting to get the chance to enter the acclaimed restaurant had followed you as you shyly walked to the lady facilitating at the front desk. To your shock, however, the lady gives you an apologetic smile after checking her list for the name you told her. 

"I'm sorry, ma'am. There are no reservations under Kim Taehyung."

And so, with no reservations, you were guided out of the premises, hushed whispers following you as you left. 

Here you are at the less-expensive-but-expensive-nonetheless coffee shop across it, dress and hair a little damp from being caught in the rain. Before you, on the table, is a latte you were forced to order to be able to get yourself a seat in the corner of the cafe, and by now it was half-empty as you idly wait for your boyfriend to respond to your messages. 

"(Y/N)?"

You look up at the sound of your name, only to see a familiar face—just not the one you had hoped. "Minhyuk," you politely bow as the man approaches your table. "Nice to see you!"

The man, a frequent patron of the humble restaurant you used to work at downtown, smiles back, but soon frowns as he takes your appearance in. "What happened to you?"

Oh, God. You didn't look like a wet cat, did you?

"Got caught in the rain," you sheepishly say, consciously running your fingers through your damp hair to somewhat fix it. This whole night has been nothing but embarrassing. 

Minhyuk casts a glance out the window, nodding understandably. "Well, do you need a lift home?" he kindly offers, "the rain doesn't seem to plan on stopping soo—"

"That won't be necessary."

The familiar deep tone of Taehyung's voice sends shivers down your spine as your wide eyes land on his figure behind Minhyuk. He stands there in all black, hand armed with a black umbrella while the other’s buried in his pocket. His jaw is clenched and his eyes carry a cold, deadly stare that intimidates both you and Minhyuk. "Let's go, jagi," he grits through his teeth, eyes not looking away from the awkwardly standing Minhyuk. 

Your frustrations for the past half hour only worsens at Taehyung’s attitude, compelling you to roll your eyes as you gather your things off the table. “Thanks for the offer anyways,” you managed to tell Minhyuk as you passed him, before Taehyung immediately grabbed your wrist and dragged you out of the cafe. 

“Taehyung, this is unnecessary!” 

“Is it?” Taehyung hisses back as he flawlessly opens the umbrella overhead and encircles his other arm around your waist to shield you from the pouring rain. He’s taking you to the restaurant, you notice, which now had a line of restaurant staff anxiously waiting outside to serve you. He must’ve dealt with them before he entered the cafe. 

Alas, having enough, you practically dug your heels to the ground. This effectively stops Taehyung, who turns to raise a brow at you in a challenging gaze. “I’m not going in there,” you spat, stubbornly crossing your arms.

“Why?” Taehyung drawls, “should I call him over instead?”

Rolling your eyes may be bratty, but he’s being more of a brat than you are. “You know that’s not what I meant. He has nothing to do with this,” you grit through your teeth, as he rolls his eyes. Frankly, you weren’t up to do anything anymore. There’s a brewing argument and you’d rather be away from prying eyes.

“I want to go home,” you tell him, cursing the way your voice shakes in the end as it betrays your emotions to him. “I’m tired.”

Your boyfriend’s eyes soften just a little bit, sensing your upset exhaustion. Taehyung eventually sighs, the walking paradox following as you wished and gently directing you towards a familiar sleek, black car in spite of the traces of anger still on his features. 

Jealousy is as handsome on Kim Taehyung as it is ugly. 

JEON JUNGKOOK

"Ow! That hurts!"

Before you, Jungkook curses a colorful string of words under his breath as you clean his wound, compelling you to roll your eyes at his whines. It was his fault, really, for letting his fist get the best of him yet again. 

The impromptu date started quite well—Jungkook taking you to his motorcycle and driving around the city after the both of you suffered under the brunt of a stressful day. At your behest for dinner, Jungkook took you to the Japanese restaurant you heard your coworkers gush about. 

Alas, the night ended with the ruckus that now left the both of you at a convenience store parking lot, having to buy a first aid kit at the last minute.

It was hard to say who threw the first punch—okay, that's a lie. It was Jungkook. 

"Maybe it wouldn't hurt if you didn't get into a fight in the first place, hm?"

Jungkook only crosses his arms and grumbles, saying nothing further in his defense knowing damn well you had a point. You click your tongue, shaking your head as you dab some ointment on the gash on his cheek. 

"He deserved it," he then childishly claims after a moment of silence, making you sigh. 

The "he" in question was one of the chefs at the restaurant, who had been the one stationed at the table you and Jungkook sat at. He had been a nice cook, very entertaining during the live cooking demonstration, but, in hindsight, you now realize that he had been visibly interested in you, giving cheeky winks and jokes despite Jungkook's clear display of affection towards you. 

"He kind of does," you admit, earning a pleased smile from Jungkook, who you had to settle back with a glare. "That still doesn't mean you had to cause a scene."

The last straw had been the chef trying to feed you the sushi he had just made. You had seen videos of Japanese chefs doing this—heard one of your coworkers gush about it in the first place—but even if you came here for the food and experience, you found that a bit unnecessary. Alas, even as you declined, he insisted. 

Jungkook, who had been seething at that point, finally had enough—the weapon concealed beneath his leather jacket nearly flying out had it not been for you stopping the conflict along with the restaurant staff. 

Hence, here you two were. 

Stepping back, you solemnly look into your boyfriend's eyes. His affinity for violence comes as a by-product of his line of work, you understand, but he needs to draw a line somewhere, somehow. It was fortunate enough that his mind thought to use his fist instead of the gun he had on him. "You can't keep getting into fights like these, Koo," you calmly chide, as you smooth over the bandaid you placed on his cheek. "I'm your girlfriend, not your nurse or your babysitter that has to keep you out of your troubles."

Jungkook resorts to staring at the ground, guilty as charged at the judgement of your scolding. "I can't keep patching you up like this whenever you get jealous," you say, earning an immediate protest. 

"I'm not—"

"Or whenever you let your anger get the best of you."

Jungkook's guilty silence and pout eventually disarms you with a sigh. You decide to let the argument end there and let his conscience digest your words, packing up the first aid kit and taking your helmet off one of the handles. An inked hand gently stops you before you can put it on, another hand coming to pull you close and press a thankful yet apologetic kiss onto your forehead. 

"I'm sorry," he mumbles against your skin, his stubbornness's full defeat bringing a soft smile to your lips. 

A baby.

You're dating a big, giant baby.

You press a kiss onto his cheek, right onto the bandaid. “Just think before you act like a dick.”

𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 : @mwitsmejk​ @dreamamubarak @bloodline1632​

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Hello! Could I request some Edward Nashton headcanons where the reader is either a dancer or acrobat and sometimes performs at the Iceberg Lounge?

A/N: I haven't seen enough scenarios like this and it's such a cool idea 😄👏🏼

Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: Protective loving Eddie, lil bit suggestive 😍

•🧊 Edward loves how you look in the outfits you wear for the Iceberg Lounge, but also hates the idea of other men watching or groping at the love of his life... he's torn until he realises he can just follow you and watch you while you work your magic!!

•🧊 Like, he might not actually go in, but you'd either have a similar kind of method that Batman and Selina had with the contact lense, or you'd set up a discreet camera nearby so Eddie can check in on things and be able to jump in whenever he feels like that scumbag's getting a little too close

•🧊 Edward doesn't want you seen as a slutty person either, since that's what a lot of Gotham's people think about the girls who work for Penguin or Falcone, but if you give him assurance and lots of hugs and kisses, it'll chill him out 😌

•🧊 You probably help him by gathering information and drunken gossip as The Riddler when he needs intel, and he's waiting outside for the person to show up like he did with Colson

•🧊 He's definitely saved several of your 'dances' to watch when you're apart or he's at work or something, just to keep him going 😉

•🧊 Eddie's all over you when you come home wearing something suggestive because you look beautiful and he's a simp and wants you all to himself now your shift's over

•🧊 You'll frequently hear whines in between cuddles and make-out sessions like, "I hate that the rats have to see you like that... they're undeserving!!" and you just reassure him that they mean nothing to you and he's your boy and he'll melt instantly 🥰

•🧊 He loves the partner in crime vibes (if you want it) where you go in for him to get stuff for his plans and he can just watch proudly and carry on behind the scenes

•🧊 The Riddler's a fair bit more confident than just Edward Nashton, so he won't be as blushy and shy when he runs his hands up and down your sides and takes you in his arms and hugs you tight, probably picking you up and whispering that you're his or something, as half a loving possessive statement and half confirmation for you to wholeheartedly agree with

•🧊 Eddie's super clingy and affectionate when you get home after a long night and cuddle up to him in bed, he gets that hopeful, adorable look in his eye when he sees you and hugs you back ten times harder, telling you he missed you and wants to know every detail from your perspective even though he's already got it filmed lol

•🧊 "You- you're still mine... right?" "Of course I am, Eddie. You know I love you." And his eyes go wide with happiness and adoration before he hugs you again or kisses you all over ahsdagfks I can't- 💚

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[doctorofmagic]

Strange #8 Review

Super late to the party, as usual. Sorry about that...

I already posted the preview with Stephen reuniting with Bats, Wong and even Pandora, but I don’t care, I’ll post it again because it’s very wholesome.

I do understand Clea’s frustration, though. They've been separated for so long, both physically and emotionally. And now that they confessed they still love each other, they can’t even touch. Still, I’m not that worried because yes, DS v6 has been confirmed and they’ll be together once more!

To be honest, I wasn’t too hooked on the flashback, although I did love Stephen’s smugness (I missed that a lot). And I mean, it’s quite obvious that he isn’t into crypto (he barely understands basic technology, for starters), but I loved this all the same, just in case some tiktok weirdos come up with bad headcanons like “Strange is a crypto dude and buys NFTs”. I don’t doubt these people’s lack of sense, they made a trend on pronouns once and said Stephen wouldn’t care about them. Much to their despair, Stephen respects pronouns so having canon material to shut them up is always a good thing. Ah, but I digress.

It was revealed them that Director None was the head of W.A.N.D.’s task group Bravo Charlie, also known as the Blasphemy Cartel. So this is where they come from. Why they’re summoning the revenants? We don’t know yet, but I do have a feeling that we’ll learn it pretty soon, if not next week, then in the final issue.

I was just so scared that Wong’s memories would be a result of Stephen’s doing because writers of the past used to do that (as in, Illuminati era). But I’m really grateful that Jed simply loves Stephen and portrays him in a way that matches his smugness, kindness, sassiness and altruism. I also forgive Pandora for lying to Wong. she had no choice since she was their main target. She’s cool and I loved their banter!

My only complaint here is the fact that it sounds super fishy that an intel task force, a branch from the best spy agency in the world, wasn’t aware of what Clea was capable of. Sure, she was often sided in many stories and was weaker on Earth’s dimension (because Vishanti forbid women be stronger than their male partners), but still???? First, she was a Defender. Not just once but twice in the (ew) Fearless Defenders era. It’s not like she was hiding her power. And again, it’s a spy agency!! You can’t tell me they had contingency plans for Wong and not Clea, especially knowing that Wong hardly fought outside the Sanctum (maybe once in Damnation? And that’s it). Point is, they’re dumb for not considering her. (Also, between you and me, they could have countermeasures for Victor all they wanted, they’d never stop him, especially if he were the Sorcerer Supreme lol)

Aaaaand here’s my favorite panel after the hugs! Smug powerful couple ready to end Director None’s whole career. I can’t wait!

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I shall do this just for fun! And to see if anyone wants to know about these dorks. These are all from the many stories in my Ao3 Series Igniting Embers!

🌺Here's a longass List+brief summaries for most of my Original Katekyou Hitman Reborn! Characters!🌺

Disciplinary Committee Members:

❗Some of them are too old to be going to Nami Middle, but so is Kyoya(17-ish I think?). They are either attending Nami High, or just loitering around the schools daily with Kyoya's permission❗

Oikawa Tsuneo (15♂️) name mentioned in Canon so I stole him, Corvids/ravens and crows gang leader, the Committee's most versatile fighter and responsible for training room maintenance, relatively non-confrontational, but quickest to point out Kyoya's errors when they do happen

Takahashi Yua (17♀️) Accipitri/Birds of Prey gang leader, their best spy and local mechanic, also responsible for weapon maintance and likes outfitting Kyoya with new things to try out, eternally doomed to be Sana's impulse control as they are rivals, prefers to sit back and watch Kyoya mess up instead of interfering as he needs to learn his lessons the hard way

Okamoto Sana (19♂️) Columbiformes/pigeons and doves gang leader, former Committee Chairman, was usurped by Kyoya, fought to be his right hand man and lost, doesn't hold a grudge but is a fairly intense sadist, likes to watch Kyoya struggle, but always helps out in the end, mischievous and keeps Yua on her toes as her rival, also Seigi's best friend

Chiba Habiki (14♂️) joined the committee recently otherwise civilain, chubby, friendly, great at paperwork, Kyoya's favourite Committee member for those reasons, very strong morals, no longer afraid to speak up when Kyoya is being needlessly cruel, Seigi's little brother which causes weird tensions all around

Irie Akiko (16♀️) Irie Shouichi's sister, civilain, allowed to wear her hair as she likes and to patrol out of uniform, but only for the specific reason that she has to patrol and gather intel on Yumei High frequently, since Kyoya got himself banned and the Committee isn't allowed there anymore, currently learning how to spy from Yua

Kyoya's opinion: I dislike herbivores that blindly follow whom they are loyal to, so I prefer my subordinates be devoted to the cause we fight for, first and foremost. If I make a mistake, I want them to fight me on it. Don't just let me make mistakes.

Skull's opinion: I like Kyoya's funky little friends. They make the mansion more lively. :)

Previous Demons of Namimori:

❗Yes, I headcanon that the Title 'Demon of Namimori' has a lot of duties attached to it and that it's handed down through generations somewhat similar to mafia families, just that bloodlines have nothing to do with it. The Demons general choose their Successors themselves, plurals, because the norm would be that there are two Demons of Namimori at one time, Kyoya is an overworked outlier❗

Brace/Morales Manuel (62♂️) oldest living demon of Namimori, works on Namimori's biggest graveyard, lives a peaceful life as the 24/7 on-site mortician and undertaker, Kyoya's easiest way of disposing of bodies, very intimidating and immensely powerful, but doesn't hurt a fly unless provoked, Kyoya fears respects him a lot, A Storm

Morales Ana (deceased/64♀️) Nami Middle's most devoted Principal, the first Namimori adult Kyoya had extended contact with and Kyoya's first confirmed kill, a lot of guilt associated with her <in another AU, yet to be written, Ana raises Kyoya and he throws his life away for her without hesitation because he loves fiercely> A Rain

Sawada Mamika (deceased/35♀️) Sawada Nana's twin sister, disappeared under mysterious circumstances when she was 19, presumed dead, six years after her disappearance, 6 year old Kyoya appeared in Namimori, Kyoya has only ever heard about this woman from Niko, who just so happens to claim that Kyoya has her eyes, A Mist

Kamei Niko/Aina (29⚧♂️) Kyoya's predecessor, the Demon that chose him, very kind, very strong, the second adult Kyoya encountered in Namimori, nicknamed Kyoya 'Kyoneko' for his cat behaviours, works various jobs during the day and is a bartender at night, the delinquents adore him because he is kind, knows first aid, cares about them and doesn't ask questions, A Sun

Kamei Arata (31♂️) Namimori's most sought after doctor, a workaholic, incredibly fond of Kyoya and other children, doesn't understand some social cues or simply refuses to adhere to society's standards, will absolutely break laws to keep the children he cares for safe, has saved Kyoya's life and his bones on multiple occasions, will date Verde for a while after some incidents, A Lightning

Kyoya's opinion: Sometimes being the Demon of Namimori is overwhelming and confusing, so I'm very grateful to have the support of these carnivores. I just wish my failures wouldn't feel so soul crushing in comparison to their achievements... I love them.

Skull's opinion: They are an intimidating bunch, but I can tell they adore and love Kyoya as much, if not more, than me. So they're good people! :D

Namimori Delinquents:

❗Namimori has around 41 gangs that named themselves after the known orders of birds, there are many sub-gangs, just as there are families of birds in each order, and overlooking all of it are the Four Seasons™, the respective leaders of Namimori's four schools❗

Chiba Seigi (19♂️) Inactive member of the Columbiformes gang, Sana's best friend, Kyoya's biggest fan, an incredibly creative person, just an overall good guy, liked by most Namimori residents, thus a walking wealth of information, due to his inactive status he can hold gang discussions in his club and throw gang-overlapping celebrations at various warehouses, also has a Kyoya centric art exhibit at the local museum (lmao)

Kazuya (18♀️) Summer of the Four Seasons™, the Discipline of Midori High, one of the only people that have seen Kyoya at his most relaxed and lived to tell tales about it, Kyoya's first kiss, really dislikes how flaky Kyoya can get tho, would like it if he invested more time in the school thing they have going on

Itsuki (17♂️) Winter of the Four Seasons™, former Student Council President of Kokuyo High, definition of dont judge a book by its cover as he is intimidating and large, but really wouldn't hurt a fly, left severely traumatized after the Kokuyo arc, was supposed to be Kyoya's fellow Demon, but can't Muster up the courage to do so anymore, the true driving factor of Kyoya's grudge against Mukuro and all things mist-flames

Aki? (16♂️) Autumn of the Four Seasons™, Student Council President of Yumei High, thinks he is Kyoya's rival, really just bullies Kyoya about the fact that he used to live on the streets, protective of his school and would prefer if Kyoya never got near it again because of a spray painting incident that Aki blamed Kyoya for, constantly tries to square up, yet always beaten with ease, Kyoya doesn't like him

Inoue (20♀️) random delinquent, very supportive of all sorts of mischief, likes flowers

[to be expanded]

Kyoya's opinion: I'm a delinquent myself. Of course I know these jerks, for better or for worse. They're my friends.

Skull's opinion: These kids seem like a really really bad influence, I hope Kyoya moves on from them eventually :/

Other Namimori Residents:

❗Namimori is Mafia neutral ground so a lot of mafia retirees live here now :3❗

Kusakabe Sora (46♂️) Kyoya's illegal adoptive father, formerly worked within the Hibari Clan, working his way through raising Tetsuya and Kyoya alongside each other slowly, often has to leave Namimori to work as an olympic coach for Sasagawa Saru, doesn't know of the mafia while Canon is happening, enraged and deeply hurt when he finds out post-canon, he thought he'd earned Kyoya's trust, which he did Kyiya is just a coward

Yamamoto Tsuyoshi (42♂️) I don't think he was given enough love in Canon, so I took this man and made him Fon's main love interest, knows Fon from the time Fon worked as a delivery boy at Takesushi to make ends meet after he left the Hibari Clan, only living person that remembers Fon's birth name

Yamamoto Tsuyama (deceased♂️) Tsuyoshi's father whom died of old age, the only reason Fon turned out as stable as he did because he housed, fed and employed that man at a crucial time in his life, passed on happily because he managed to hand down Shigure Soen Ryu to two people, one of which was Fon, Fon hasn't picked up a sword since the man's passing a secret he will glaldy take to his grave

Sasagawa Saru (37♀️) Ryohei's and Kyoko's mother! An olympic basketball player, incredibly strong for the fact she doesn't fight, very fond of Kyoya as he lived in her house on and off before Sora managed to adopt him, left Namimori for Olympic seasons at around the beginnings of Canon, returns victorious after the representative arc, always makes time to videochat with her children every evening

Sasagawa Isha (45♂️) Saru's husband and Kyoko's and Ryohei's father! I'd say he's a stay at home father, but he actually works as a dentist, which is the reason Kyoya was in their house so often, Baby boy really needed help with growing in his fangs after some ✨incidents✨, a loving father and by gosh keep him away from fights the man will fold over like a twig

Touma (10♀️) a Namimori child! Very attached to Kyoya as he often gets lost in town and subsequently needs to be found and brought back home, already an expert at loitering, definitely wants to be a delinquent when he gets a bit older, already gets into a lot of mischief, Kyoya's favourite small animal, perhaps the future Demon of Namimori even? A spunky Storm

[to be expanded, maybe]

Kyoya's opinion: Namimori's adults can be a lot to handle, but I'm used to it. As long as you meet them on a level playing field and you remain polite, they won't cause you any trouble. I don't deserve their praise.

Skull's opinion: Namimori has a lot of kind and unique people. I hope I'll manage to befriend some of them! :D

Hibari Clan:

Hibari Ienaga (~75♂️)Fon's, Skull's and Kyoya's biological father, crusty old cruel very bad and evil, I dislike him but the boys needed a biological father that connects them and gives them similar traumas, A Sky

The Hibari Matriarch (???♀️) an old force of nature? Not much is known about her, only that her sky flames are so powerful, they suffocate and snuff out the flames of those she forces harmony onto, creating convenient and obedient puppets, perhaps she is this disembodied sky flame that moves from puppet to puppet endlessly keeping herself alive, The Sky

Hibari Fubasaki (deceased♀️) Fon's mother, dies tragically at Skull's hands in most parts of the series, but when she doesn't, she smuggles Fon out of the Clan and keeps her children as save as she possibly can, was chosen as Ienaga's bride after her husband passed in battle and did not like it, but had to comply, an extremely talented traditional dancer and fierce martial artist, A powerful Storm

Hibari Hiroki/Yōki (59♂️) One of Fon's older brothers, not related to Kyoya or Skull, wishes with all his heart to one day be the puppet the Matriarch chooses to live in, even if just for a little while, very deep in the Clan's indoctrination sauce, would tease Fon if he cared, A Stormy Lightning that has a superiority and an inferiority complex about his flames at the same time

Hibari Renji (61♂️) Fon's eldest brother, not as deep in the Clan sauce as Yōki, bug would still refuse leaving, unable to hold a sky bond due to a too weak flame, seething is jealousy at Fon's existence, wishes with all his heart to be the cloud that replaces Skull but that won't ever happen no matter how kuch he flares his cloud flames, A Cloudy Storm that would rather be a Cloud

[to be expanded, maybe]

Kyoya's opinion: The Clan is full of monsters that don't even have a heartbeat. That's all I have to say on the matter. They scare me.

Skull's opinion: I wish the Clan would stop being like that, because technically I... Do still fit in there. It's just. The forced harmonies, the general vibe, everyone striving to outdo each other... That shit gets exhausting! :(

Carcassa:

Mari (37♀️) Carcassa's cook and oftentimes the democratically voted Boss of the Carcassa, very motherly but not very patient, hates when Skull gets hurt, A Sun

Hila (7♀️) one of the children Carcassa scooped out of the human trafficking rings they oversee, a handful but very fun and cute, An inactive Mist

Mike (23♂️) Hila's assigned caretaker and a incredibly loyal Carcassa underling, has heard stories of Skull ever since he set foot on Death Mountain, hopes to one day become an Elite and work directly under Skull in Carcassa's Kamikaze Unit, A Rain

Hibari Mizuki (17♂️) One of the mindless puppets the Matriarch send after Skull, but he was unwilling, so Skull purged of the invasive sky flames, now he's making a gradual recovery, A very weakened Misty Cloud that looks... Familiar...

Nate/??? (~50♂️) not much is known about Carcassa's resident designer and architect, only that Skull brought him to Carcassa when he was young and very injured, he's lived with the consequences of his injuries ever since both mentally and physically, occasionally he regresses to the behaviour of a child, especially in stressful situations, as his trauma is beyond severe, but the Carcassa will keep him save, maybe A Sun, but more likely Lightning

Eitleán (27⚧) Carcassa's youngest Elite and Leader! a very popular person so xe was voted the leader democratically, otherwise xe would've remained a mechanic quite happily, has heard of Skull's incredible feats since xe was a child so brought to tears when xe finally meets him, A Lightning

Aisha (43♀️) Skull's right hand woman, the second in command of the Carcassa's Kamikaze Unit, the strategist of Carcassa's Elites, her time is highly sought after, she wields a golf club, a strong Storm

Zack (35♂️) another vessel that was unwilling, but he has been recovering for 15 years so he is at the point where he can almost live normally again, still slightly dependant on Skull's flame to survive, the Kamikaze Unit's weather specialist, responsible for keeping Skull's airships safely afloat

Lucas (34♂️) random Carcassa goon, brother of Marco, one of Carcassa's Elites, prefers being active in Skull's Kamikaze Unit

Marco (36♂️) random Carcassa goon, brother of Lucas, one of Carcassa's Elites, prefers staying at Headquaters

[to be expanded, maybe]

Kyoya's opinion: ???? They're. Way too loud. Keep them away from me jfc. Their idiotic behaviour does make me chuckle sometimes.

Skull's opinion: !!!Babies!!! All of them! I love them so so much!!! They're the family I never had!! :D I would kill for them in a heartbeat. :3c

Skull's Family:

Bureau Kelsey (38♀️) <A Title to Guard the Strongest specific> Skull's protective adoptive mother, divorced her ex because she is aroace and would prefer raising children actually, so Skull bringing home the ragtag group that is the soon-to-be Arcos is a blessing, A very private Cloud

Bureau Armen (40♂️) <A Title to Guard the Strongest specific> Skull's adoptive father and his Stunt manager, the boss of a minor mafia, got divorced by Kelsey because he's a romantic and has a 'too-high' libido, dislikes the soon-to-be Arcos because he doesn't want Skull anywhere near the mafia, he wants Skill to have a normal life, A social Rain? Not sure

Mikhailov Katerina (unknown) Skull's biological mother, either she escapes the Clan and gives birth outside it, or she dies within it, Definitely a Cloud

Spitfire (48♀️) Gymnast, acrobatics expert, tightrope walker, circus performer, Skull's earliest best friend, very upset when Kawahira steals Skull away, marries Bear later in life but they have no children as they take over the circus instead, which makes all the performers their children, Definitely a Storm

Icy (48⚧) Gymnast, acrobatics expert, tightrope swinger, clown, circus performer, Skull's other earliest best friend, also Skull's first time going all the way, was born nearly deaf so not very talkative, gets an implant later in life and has been improving their pronunciations, Spitfire's twin yet surprisingly A Rain

Bear (53♂️) a huge weight lifter and circus performer, was like a big brother to Skull in the brief time they knew each other as kids, later in life married Spitfire and is now leading the circus alongside her, wishes they could have kids but very understanding of the fact that Spitfire just will not, A cuddly Sun

Kyoya's opinion: They're loud and colorful, but they make Skull happy so I will let him meet them. Outside my home. I have a feeling they would leave a mess behind. I swear I won't get attached.

Skull's opinion: 🥰 They love me so much and I love them so so so so much too!! I wish Kyoya would let them in the house, but he needs his rest after a long day. I get it. Just... hm. :/

❗Hey there! If you've read this far, you're probably interested! If you still have questions, maybe drop me an Ask or two about who here interests you? I'll make sure to allow anonymous asks for your shy people too! I'll reply with around 7-ish headcanons for whomever you choose off of my list! If you want me to expand on the Demon headcanon or Namimori's delinquency history, then drop those in asks too!❗

Thanks for reading! :3