#AC Codename Red

[demifiendrsa]

Assassin's Creed Shadows: Official Cinematic World Premiere Trailer

Japanese version

Who Are Naoe and Yasuke?

Assassin’s Creed Shadows will launch for PlayStation 5, Xbox Series X|S, and PC via Epic Games Store and Ubisoft Store on November 15, 2024. Pre-orders are available now and include the bonus quest “Thrown to the Dogs.”

In addition to the standard edition, Gold and Ultimate Editions will also be available. Here are the details:

Gold Edition ($109.99)

The base game

Up to three days of early access to the game

The season pass including a bonus quest at launch and two upcoming expansions

Ultimate Edition ($129.99)

The base game

Up to three days of early access to the game

The season pass including a bonus quest at launch and two upcoming expansions

The Ultimate Pack containing the Sekiryu Character Pack, Hideout Pack, and five skill points, as well as the Red Dragon filter in Photo mode

Key visual

Screenshots

Overview

About

Experience an epic historical action-adventure story set in feudal Japan! Become a lethal shinobi Assassin and a powerful legendary samurai as you explore a beautiful open world in a time of chaos. Switch seamlessly between two unlikely allies as you discover their common destiny. Master complementary playstyles, create your shinobi league, customize your hideout, and usher in a new era for Japan.

Key Features

Explore the captivating open world of feudal Japan, from spectacular castle towns and bustling ports to peaceful shrines and war-ravaged landscapes. Adventure through unpredictable weather, changing seasons, and reactive environments.

Become Naoe, a shinobi Assassin, and Yasuke, a legendary samurai, as you experience their riveting stories and master their complementary playstyles. As Naoe, use stealth to avoid detection and agility to confound your enemies. As Yasuke, strike your foes with lethal precision and power. Unlock new skills, gear, and progression independently for each character.

Make information your weapon as you explore the world, and build your own network of spies to be your eyes and ears across locations to hunt down your next target. Along the way, recruit new allies with unique abilities to help accomplish your missions.

Create a fully customizable hideout for your growing shinobi league as you train your crew, craft new gear, interact with key characters, and choose your base’s layout, decorations, and accessories.

[ilikedetectives]

Hmmmm AC Codename Red is now AC Shadows and cinematic trailer is dropping on Wed, 15 May at 1PDT/3EDT. Let's see if this one becomes my next hyperfixation*

[huythan1910]

I had to draw as soon as i saw the design

[thewanderingwriterwillow]

I was so fucking disappointed with AC Mirage that I hesitate to get excited for Red. Istg, Ubisoft, PLEASE put actual effort into this like you did Origins, Oddesy, and Valhalla. I know you can do it! I believe in you!

[foxstens]

tried ac origins for like 2 seconds. lmao fuck this

[aroace-wizard]

Intro post

(I made it in the style of an scp article because @skyethesapphicwolfwizard gave me the idea to make one but this version is updated)

Item #: SCP-000

Object Class: Apollyon

Codename: Artemis

Description: SCP-000, codenamed Artemis, is a reality-bending entity with a tall, lanky, humanoid form featuring distinctive physical features including purple hair, green eyes, and tattoos resembling eye outlines covering its body. The tattoos pulsate when SCP-000 speaks. Artemis seems to be between 7 and 8 feet tall. They typically adorn in a black jacket displaying an accurate hourglass that corresponds to the current time. Notably, it consistently wears an obsidian crown, which, when attempts are made to remove it, results in the loss of D-Class personnel. When Artemis voluntarily removes the crown, black horns manifest in its place. However, it possesses a true form that manifests when SCP-000 chooses to reveal its god-like nature. In this form, Artemis undergoes several notable transformations: its eyes become a swirling mix of colors—green, red, blue, purple, and yellow—containing visible hourglasses; its hair transitions to a wine-red hue; the obsidian crown sharpens at its ends; fingers elongate into claws; and corruption appears on its arms, extending just beyond the elbows. Additionally, its teeth sharpen, and individuals with above-average hearing have reported hearing faint whispers emanating from SCP-000, leading to mental instability in those with weaker minds.

Discovery: SCP-000 was discovered during an exploration of the void, a dimension where it appears to be omnipotent. Its origin and the method of its arrival in our reality remain unknown. SCP-000 is self-proclaimed as the god of time, stories, and lies, as well as the lord of timelines, wielding near-omnipotent powers within its domain.

Anomalous Abilities:Temporal Manipulation: Artemis exhibits control over time, enabling it to manipulate temporal events. Lie Detection: SCP-000 possesses the ability to detect falsehoods and lies. Omnipotence in the Void: Within the void, Artemis showcases near-omnipotent capabilities.

Containment: Despite multiple attempts, SCP-000 is deemed impossible to contain. Efforts to restrict or limit its movements have proven futile, indicating a level of autonomy beyond Foundation control. Interaction with Artemis requires exceptional mental fortitude, and personnel should exercise extreme caution. Removal attempts of the obsidian crown result in the loss of D-Class personnel.

Effects on Interacting Entities: Physiological effects from interacting with SCP-000 are typically absent unless intentionally induced by Artemis. The entity exhibits multiple personalities, including Ace, Alex, Que, and Wren, and claims to hear voices in its head. In its true form, SCP-000 induces mental instability in individuals with weaker minds through faint, haunting whispers.

Origin: Artemis, originally an artificer, discovered a method to ascend to godhood and applied the process to itself. The details of this transformation remain unclear.

Additional Notes: SCP-000's true form reveals an additional layer of complexity to its anomalous nature, heightening the challenges posed by its interactions with reality. Further research into Artemis's origins and motivations is ongoing, with extreme caution advised for all personnel involved.

[waffles-art-writing]

Sleight Of Hand - Task Force 141!Platonic x Fem!Reader (JOKER) 

Summary:Ghost and Soap find out the reason behind your code name and the tricks you have hidden up your sleeve. Ghost gets to see through murky water of your home life. Ghost and Soap comfrot you through teh throws of the aftermath of a mission.

Proofread: NOPE - Very little was done.

Pairing:  Ghost!Platonic x Fem!Reader  - Soap!Platonic x Fem!Reader - 141!Platonic x Reader  (JOKER - Previous chapter: Part 3) (Soap and Ghost are a bit more than platonic with Reader :) )

WordCount: 7.8k?

Age Rating: 16+ Preferably

Codename:  JOKER

KEY: Y/N - Your Name, L/N - Last Name.

Warning/Info: Kinda a self indulgent thing but meh, Fluff, Angst, Backstory, PTSD, sexual intentions, self image insecurities. Pet Names - Love, Lass, Sweetheart, Darling etc. **Kinda force sexual actions - nothing extreme, just uncomfortable making out** (Tell me if i missed anything)

I’ve done some art of JOKER and the Task Force so if you wanna see it Comment!

Tag List: @boogieman-23

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The briefing room is filled with typing. The sound of cards shuffling and the creaking sound of a chair. You’re all waiting for Price to walk through the door of the briefing room with the following mission brief and a stack of papers. 

Soap had his feet up on the table, leaning back in the creaky chair, straining the legs of the chair with his weight. The poor legs look like they are about to give out, then his ass will hit the floor hard. It wouldn’t be worth complaining afterwards, however it would be a good laugh at the time. Ghost is doing what Ghost does best, lurking in the shadows with a cold gaze, watching you shuffling cards specifically. Perfectly seated where the sunlight from outside is blocked by the pillar between the windows. 

“You’re gonna break the chair, Soap” you state as you shuffle your deck of cards, seeing Soap out the corner of your eye leaning back on his chair. “I’ll be fine lass. It can hold me.” He chuckles, testing the strength of the chair’s legs even more. You huff out a “If you say so” while flicking out the jokers of the deck, followed by the aces. The suits facing down before you flip them over, their suits staring back at you.

“How did you do that?” Gaz pipes up, seeing you easily splaying the cards out in order of clubs, diamonds, spades and hearts. “Do what?” You ask, reshuffling the cards, including the Jokers. “Being able to shuffle the cards and then put them in order without looking.” He points out, you shrug as you fan the cards back out. “It’s all magic.” “Bullshit.” Soap quips as he leans forward, the chair slamming back down on the floor. “You can’t do magic, that’s just street work to get money.” You sigh as you look at Soap, a brow raised, your mask secure on your face with the joker smile painted on it. You give the deck of cards to Soap, tilting your head. “Go on, shuffle it then.” You push the deck into his hands, leaning back with a smirk hidden under the dark fabric. 

Ghost approaches the table, sitting down across from you with piqued interest and wanting to see what is going to happen. “Here you go lass, shuffled it real good.” He chuckles, pushing the deck of cards towards you on the table, a smug smirk plastered on his face. “Try it now.”

You pick the deck up, shuffling it, stacking it in four different piles. “You don’t know how she got her name, do you Soap?” Price states when he walks through the door, watching you fan the cards out again in the order of red, black, red, black. Soap’s mouth hangs open, gaping like a fish. Gaz is chuckling with amazement, Ghost just watching in curiosity. “She got her name from early years in the army, she always had a deck of cards, always having a joker card on her somewhere.” Price points out, motion towards you who is shrugging. You swipe your hand over Soap’s head, nothing can be seen in your hand, bringing your hand back to his face showing you have a Joker card in your hand. “Steamin’ Jesus” he mumbles, laughing as he takes the card from your hand. Sleight Of Hand.

The briefing of your next mission goes smoothly, Soap still thinking over how you did the card trick. Watching you closely, staring at you, Ghost kicks his leg to stop him. “Joker, are you okay with that plan? Going in without a mask and all?” You nod your head, understanding that your comfort zone is going to be pushed and strained. But you swallow down the anxiety about the mission, a mission is a mission, and you’re going to complete it despite your anxiety thrashing like a feral cat. With the new mission being an undercover op, you go in as a guest to pickpocket a man for a USB drive and get out without a hitch. You would be going in under a high esteem woman’s ID, a bodyguard in attendance with you. Which ends up being Soap, Ghost would be watching through a sniper and Gaz being posted outside in a getaway vehicle. Price would be with Gaz, both ready to step in if something goes astray. 

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You’re playing with the cards again while reading over the file of the woman you’ll be pretending to be. Some Italian woman, Claudia Volta, Daughter of a mafia boss. She will be attending the party in her fathers place, accompanied by her bodyguard. You’re beyond thankful you stuck with languages while in school, Italian and German being your main focus. However you did dabble in Spanish, Russian and French. Luckily for you, everyone at the party will be too occupied with flaunting their money and taking advantage of the free drinks to notice you. Your mission is to get in, find the man who is hosting the party that is promoting his arms deal business before Christmas. Illegally selling the weapons to many mafia’s, gangs and groups of a like. Get up close and personal with the older man, who has a thing for younger women, pickpocket the harddrive from the pocket of his suit and get the hell out of there without a hitch. Easy right? Would be easy if you didn’t have scars that mark your face. 

Ghost stays behind, quiet as normal. You look up when you feel his eyes on you, stopping the card shuffling. He tilts his head, a silent question filling the silence. “Nervous tick, picked it up from my dad…” you mumble, flicking out a joker card and placing it on the table. “So this is how you got your name?” He asks, picking up the joker card from the table between his thumb and pointer finger. “Yeah, got a tattoo of it too.” Ghost hums, looking you up and down trying to figure out why? What’s the meaning? Where is the tattoo? He didn’t notice anything when he was patching up your injuries, or when you were in the medical wing. “Covered by my watch…” you lift your left forearm, the bottom of the joker card tattoo peeking out from behind your watch, he can see a ‘7’ and a ‘2’ next to the joker card. You wear the face of your watch on the inside of your wrist, something that many people don’t understand why.

Joker cards are one of them card’s you can use as a good luck charm, to a degree it is. But the deeper meaning behind it, more than just hoping for being lucky. Joker is a wild card in poker, it can be anything it needs to be depending on the situation, making it as useful as the holder is creative. 

Then the 7-2 unsuited is the worst possible hand you could get in a game of poker. Ghost knows this, he doesn’t quite understand why you have them accompany the joker. “Lucky charm… Kinda, wild card really. Just like me.” Ghost nods his head, giving you the card back. “And the Seven-Two?” He asks, his voice holding curiosity. “Got them after the joker. Worst possible hand… just like the situation I was dropped into when I stupidly decided to go home one year.” you hold out the cards, fanned out. “Pick a card.” Ghost takes a card, looking at it slyly, blocking it with his large hand. Four of Diamonds. He puts it back, you in turn shuffling the deck well. Even letting Ghost shuffle them. “How did you learn… this?” He places the deck on the table, sliding it over to you. You shuffled the deck once more, taking the top card and showing it to Ghost, he nodded. You smile lightly when you see it’s four of diamonds. “My dad taught me when I was young, I got really into it. I got good at it too, but I kinda hated myself for it… My dad was a thief too, to be able to pay for bills. Especially when my mother got cancer. He used ‘magic’ to distract people while he pickpocketed them.” You pause, showing a sleight of hand trick, Ghost doing the same trick. It is easy, just hide the card behind your hand, the easiest trick in the book.

You don’t know why you are telling him your life story, especially in the briefing room. He’s quiet, listening, paying attention. Not interrupting you, letting you just talk and let your brain run. You feel safe with him, yes you feel safe with everyone in the team. But they just have a different air about them, may sound cheesy but he’s like a large bear that’s always watching over you, but can be a vicious wolf when needed. “Came home one Christmas, it was the first Christmas without my mother. I thought that was the worst fucking Christmas. I was wrong.” You mumble, dealing out the cards between yourself and Ghost. Setting up for Last Card, a distraction. “I get that…” he states, picking up his cards, knowing you’re trying to get a distraction set up. You hate having to confront your memories, Ghost understands that, he hates it too. 

You look at him, eyes meeting his, emotions raging like a stormy sea in yours. You place a card down, Ghost picks up and immediately plays the card. “I have three siblings, all half siblings. Confusing family apparently.” Ghost tilts his head “Different mother with brother, different father with sisters?” You nod, surprised he got it correct. “Yeah, my oldest sister is basically the star child. Her young son and daughter are a priority for the whole family. Another kid on the way, my middle sister, lives with our grandparents on my mothers side.” You smirk when you hold up your last card, one play away from winning. “Last time I saw my dad we argued, the same year I joined the army.” Your brother and you are close but both too busy with life, he’s older by 14 years, oldest sister by 12, middle by 10. 

“I was in the Army for around three years, each year I spent Christmas on base, taking the time to hone in on my skills. Got begged by my middle sister to come home for Christmas one year.” You smile when you see Ghost reset the cards for another round of Last Card. “Dad treated me like his personal slave again. Got questioned left and right for the first hour, then the oldest sister, her husband and the kids arrived. My presence was basically non-existent, kids liked me. Didn’t mind them, got them to be quiet for a bit when I was telling ’em about my job. But got scolded quickly for telling them, I wasn’t even going into detail about the shit I saw on my first deployment.” You groan, the memory making you feel sick. “Before you ask, no they didn’t contact me before my deployment. Only contacted me once they found out my team got injured.” You pause. “But my grandparents on my fathers side, I like them. My grandfather is Scottish, my grandmother was, well still is Irish. Good mix” You chuckle, Ghost just hums. 

“So, not going home for Christmas after this mission then?” He quips, you chuckle lightly. “Hell no. Probably scare the kids off with the scars, cause I just know someone will beg for me to take off the mask.” Ghost plays his last card, leaving you with two left. Ghost places a hand over yours, eyes meeting yours. His dark chocolate eyes warm, telling you you’re not alone, keeping you grounded. “How about we go get you ready for this mission.” He states, not a question, not a command, more a suggestion without the question. You nod, swiping up the cards and snapping a rubber band around them again. The box got ruined long ago. You move towards the door, ready to sit in a chair in the medical wing and have one of the girls dab brushes and sponges on your face for the next hours and wrap you up in an ungodly short dress. Ghost’s hand lands on your shoulder just as you’re about to step foot into the corridor, you turn to look at him. He brings a hand up next to your face, performing a sleight of hand. “Forgot your joker, love.” You smile, shoving his shoulder lightly. He hands it to you, you shake your head lightly, pushing the card to his chest. You keep your eyes on the card, his jacket, his breathing. “Keep it, for good luck.” You whisper, you step away from him, his hand holding the card to his chest. 

Ghost watches you walk down the corridor, looking over the file again and again. His chest tightens, heart speeding up a fraction, heat pooling in his cheeks. He’s beyond thankful for the balaclava. He doesn’t understand why he gets this warm feeling, why he gets the urge to have physical contact when he sees you vulnerable. He’s lost and confused. He just wants to hold you close, tell you everything is okay, hear you tell him that everything is going to be okay. But he doesn’t want to get too close, keep you at arm’s length, keep you out of his wreckage of problems.

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“And Done!” The younger girl in front of you states, she steps back looking at her hard work. She successfully made the scars blend in with your skin, if you look close enough you can still see the slight difference between the textures. You sigh, feeling like you just cake painted onto your face, you’re not one to wear a full face of make out. Maybe some mascara and lipgloss at most, otherwise you just go as is. “Time for the dress!” The girl - Amy - says, her bright personality a stark contrast against your gloomy one. “Just give me the dress.” You snap, already sick of her excessive talking, snatching the dress on the hanger, covered in a black sleeve to keep it protected. “Thanks, bye” You mutter as you walk out of the medical wing, keeping your head down. Happy to be out of the disgusting smelling medical wing, happy to be walking to your room. 

(Dress Inspo , Hair Inspo, some sort of braid into a bun or just nice wavy - Eye Shadow)

You stare at the dress that hugs your body, the feeling uncomfortable as you grimace at how much skin is exposed. You swallow the lump in your throat as you tug at the silky fabric. The bodice hugs your body, the rest of the fabric becoming loose and flowing from your waist down to the floor. You’re thankful it’s not skin tight the whole way and nor is it short. “Fuck, god dammit” you wiggle, trying to tie the intricate back laces. You sigh, stomping your feet on the ground as you walk towards the door. Heels clacking against the concrete in the corridor as you keep a hand behind you, holding the dress together. Thankfully everyone was in the common area of the 141 barracks. You peek your head around the corner, your plan to grab whoever your eyes land on first to come help you. 

Oh how the cards were in your favourite, Laswell was walking in your direction. “Laswell!” You whisper yell gaining her attention quickly. “Y/N? What are you.” You cut her off by grabbing her hand and quickly walking back to your room, shutting the door and turning around so your back is to her. “I can’t tie it up. Help.” Laswell chuckles at your predicament, smiling as she ties the dress up. You turn around when she taps your shoulder, she adjusts the few strands that hang out from your hairstyle, making sure all the final touches are done. “You look beautiful” you smile, a blush tinting your cheeks. “Thank you” you whisper, not trusting your own voice. “Not used to this type of thing…” Laswell chuckles, her hands holding yours, the bangles on your wrist jangle. The necklace that’s around your neck hangs low, the small blue sapphire catching the light, a silver cold against your skin. You want your dog tags back, they have a sort of weight that comforts you. 

“Well, you look stunning nonetheless, knife secure? Clutch with ID?” You pick the simple black and silver clutch up from the bed, ID securely inside, tapping your thigh that has a knife strapped to it securely. “Yes ma’am” you nod, Laswell nods as she opens the door for you. You make your way out the door, allowing Laswell to walk in front of you. Your heels echo around the corridor, your dress floating behind you gently, the light silky fabric catching the light. Laswell turns around and motions for you to stop, letting her get the boy’s attention. 

Your hands are shaky, breath catching in your throat. Why are you doing this? You don’t ever do this, you don’t ever wear dresses anymore. You haven’t even worn heels in years, makeup got discarded long ago. Your mind races, your hands running up and down your dress over your thighs, the clutch tucked under your arm as you straighten up. You hear Laswell call for you, you hold the clutch in front of you as you let out a deep shaky breath. You round the corner, your eyes meeting Price’s immediately.

Laswell calls for you after shushing the team, Gaz and Ghost are decked out in their gear. Soap’s back is to you, Price is fixing his tie and suit, making sure he looks the part of a bodyguard. “God this is tedious” the Scotsman’s groaned, Price just shakes his head, his actions halting when he sees you enter the room. His ice blue eyes wide, a smile forming on his face, his heart swelling with pride. You’re like a daughter to him, he’s beyond protective of you. Soap looks at him confused, he turns around to see what he’s looking at. His stormy blue eyes widen, brows raised and mouth agape when his eyes meet yours. He scans you up and down, seeing the silky blue dress cascade down your body, his voice is stuck in his throat. 

“You look stunning…” Price states as he moves past Soap, who is standing there like a gaping fish. “Thank you…” you whisper, Price smiles as he brings you into a gentle hug. “I wish this was on different terms” he chuckles as he pulls away, hearing Laswell protest at to hug, saying he will muck up your outfit and hair. “Yeah, but hey. Hopefully after this it will be different next time.” You joke, as you look around the group. Ghost nods to you, his eyes full of admiration, amazement even. “You look amazing!” Gaz calls out, walking over, holding you by the shoulders, looking you up and down. “Thanks” You laugh gently, pushing his shoulder gently. You look over Gaz’s shoulder, eyes meeting Soap’s. A blush spreads from your cheeks to your ears as you see him look you up and down, but still keeping his eyes on yours after his full body scan. He’s still gaping at you like you’re an angel, some mythical creature sent down to guide him. “Didn’t know you owned a suit.” You chuckle when you walk up to him, smiling softly, trying to ignore all the butterflies fluttering around your stomach and chest. The clenching of your chest, the lump in your throat. 

Soap shakes his head gently as he blinks quickly, a blush quickly forming on his cheeks. “I-… I… Steamin’ Jesus” he breathes out, swallowing the lump in his throat. “You look bloody beautiful, Lass” he states quietly, his hands coming up to gently cup your cheeks. Looking into your eyes, you can see the tornado of emotions in his eyes. Adoration, awe and even devotion spills from him. Your hands gently wrap around his wrists, you lean into his touch, letting the quiet moment sink in. Everyone else knows you need to ground yourself before this, allowing you to ground yourself with the person who is going to be by your side for most the night is what you do. Your eyes flutter closed as you let out a sigh, Soap leans his forehead on yours, careful to not ruin your hair or makeup. “You can do this Lass, you’re strong, you know you can do this.” He whispers, his eyes scanning your features, the gentle blue and black dusting your eyelids catching his eye. You open your eyes again, trailing from Soap’s shoes up to his face, meeting his ice blue eyes. “Ready?” He asks, not pushing you to answer. “Yes Sir.” Soap chuckles at your answer, he kisses the crown of your head before pulling away. 

You turn around, Soap’s hand lands on the small of your back. “You two ready?” Price asks, approaching you two. He got a small black velvet box in his hand. You look down at it when he hands it to you, it’s a pair of blue and silver earrings. They are crawler earrings with a small blue gemstone hanging down, meaning they wrap up and around your ear. A small microphone and speaker tucked close on the inside of your ear, concealed inside the jewellery. “Yes sir.” You state, you take the earrings as put them one, Soap helping with the clasp. “Can you hear me, Love?” Ghost speaks through the Comms, you can hear it crackle to life, it is faint as it is not right in your ear. “Yeah, a bit faint.” You state, Laswell explains that you can’t have an ear peice or you could get called out. 

“Right, let’s get this done.” Price states, Gaz is ready with the keys. Ghost ready with his Rifle strapped to his back. “Good luck and happy hunting” Laswell states as she sees you all off, nodding to you. Soap opens the door for you, helping you get in the SUV and not get the dress caught on anything. You’re between Ghost and Soap, in the middle seat. A bit of a tight fit but that’s fine. Your hand is wrapped tightly around Soap’s, your other hand playing with your clutch. Price is in the front seat, Gaz driving.

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Ghost got out of the SUV half a block away down a back street, quickly getting to the roof of a building. You stayed in the middle seat, leaning onto Soap, now playing with his fingers as you focus on getting your Italian accent on point. Then the car stops, your heart is racing, you can feel a drop of sweat trail down your back when you spot the high security outside the large building. Most of it glass, marble pillars can be seen just past the doors, money flaunting jackass clearly too stuck up to notice how exposed the building is. “You’ve got this, we will be there as soon as something goes south.” Price states, turning around placing a hand on your knee. You nod, smiling softly. 

Soap leads you to the security check in, anxiety thumping in your chest, heart beating against your ribs. You can see Soap’s fingers twitching to hold you close, but he goes against it. You swallow down the acidic feeling in your throat, breathing deeply and channelling the personality of a spoiled woman of a mafia boss from Italy. 

“Name and ID” a large man states, around the same height and build of Ghost. His accent is thick, Russian. “Claudia Volta” you state confidently, sass and the ‘daddy’s little girl’ attitude spilling off you in waves. You hand over your ID, your picture and the fake name printed on the card. The man looks you up and down, his eyes glancing over to Soap who has a blank but serious face plastered. “ID Sir” the security man asks, his hand held out for the ID. “Oh, he’s just a bodyguard. Papa wanted him to come with me, I said no but he insisted.” You talk sweetly, Italian accent sticking. “I still need his ID ma’am.” He insists, you can tell he’s trying to keep his eyes off your chest. You’re leaning towards him, hand dancing up and down his arm, your chest in his line of sight. “He’s not important, he’s just going to be with me all night.” You speak into his ear, pressing up against him. “O-Okay, Here you go ma’am” he states as he hands back your ID. You smile sweetly up at him, thanking him. 

Ghost is watching the scene unravel through the scope, scanning the area, his jaw clenching when he sees the guard clearly look down at your chest. Soap himself is fighting the urge to bash the man’s head in, choke him out, bludgeon him and tell him how disgusting it is to blatantly stare at a woman’s chest. You want to throw up, feeling disgusting as you feel his eyes still lingering on your form as you walk into the building, Soap close behind you. 

Your heels click against the white marble tile, the lights shining down, almost blinding you. Marble pillars line the wide corridor short, leading into a large open multi-storey room. Glass back and front, staircase off to the right, a security guard standing point. A black rope with a sign in many different languages stating ‘Do Not Enter, Private Personnel only’. The cat walks above has glass bannisters, no surprise there, this man wants glass everywhere. The grand staircase in the middle has security lining both sides, the man of the hour is at the top of the stairs. The layout almost reminds you of the Wright’s Bach House. 

“This place is huge…” Soap mumbles next to you, looking around subtly. You just nod, eyeing the man you need to pickpocket talking to a group of men and women at the top of the staircase. You’re surrounded by many men and women in fancy suits and dresses, glammed out to high heaven. A shiver runs down your spine when you feel eyes on you, hoping it’s just Ghost watching from his position outside. “Found the target” you say quietly, turning to Soap. The music is muffled by the crowd talking, mingling with drinks in their hands, some fancy finger food. “Aye, we can’t get him immediately” he states, his back is stiff when he weaves through people, trying to avoid any collisions. Your fingers thread through Soap’s, his shoulders relax slightly. “Just stay close, we will get to him soon enough” you whisper into the comms, knowing if you go any closer than you already are you won’t be able to pull off the bodyguard nod rich girl act. 

You mingle with a few people, holding a glass of champagne between your fingers, the bitter taste feeling acidic in your throat. Soap lingers, trying to keep up the bodyguard act for as long as he can. One of the women compliments your dress, saying how well it suits you. “Thank you so much” you say, complimenting her in return, you guess some rich people aren’t too bad. “I’ll be right back, going to get another drink.” The lady says, her accent thick, French? Maybe, you’re not sure. You just nod, turning around to bump into someone, almost spilling the drink in your hand. “Oh- I’m sorry.” You state as you look up, heart beat quickening when you realise it’s the man of the hours, the target himself. 

“It’s alright. You look Divine Miss…?” He subtly asks for your name, you smile sweetly, trying to make sure to act tipsy. “Claudia, Claudia Volta” the man’s eyes widened at the recognition of the last name. “You must be Mr. Volta’s daughter?” You giggle lightly, shrugging gently. “Yes, that is me. You must be Victor Andreev?” He nods with a pearly white smile, it makes you feel sick. “Yes, that is me. It’s a pleasure to meet you Claudia.” He states, he takes your hand, bowing to kiss your knuckles before standing up. You see Soap clench his jaw and fists, the urge to deck the man running through him like a wild beast. “You’ve got quite a crowd here for this event Mr. Andreev. Questo è fantastico! (This is great)” you state, a hand coming up to feather over his arm. 

He’s clearly interested in more than just talking with you. His eyes have barely left your cleavage. Your skin crawls when you feel his eyes rake over your body. “It is quite fantastic.” He says, his hand coming to lay on the small of your back. “Questo è un posto bellissimo. This is a beautiful place you’ve got here Mr. Andreev” you smile, fighting the urge to slap his hand away. “Call me Victor, Love” he smiles, guiding you to the stairs towards what you would assume is the more VIP area of the event. ‘Love’ Disgusting, it sounds like acid when it comes from him. Like a bullet dipped in bleach, burning your skin. 

You only ever let Ghost or Price call you love, Gaz defaults to ‘mate’ so there’s no worry there. Then Soap calls you Lass most of the time, barely ever uses your call sign. Barely anyone knows your name, Price and Laswell obviously. Maybe Ghost? He is your Lieutenant after all, he kinda needs to know the ins and outs of his team to a point. But otherwise, Gaz and Soap highly likely don’t know. Which you’re thankful for, cause god did you hate when people call out your name.

You glance over your shoulder towards Soap, who is making his way towards you, his eyes blazing with anger. “Where are we going?” You ask, feeling a shiver go down your spine when you feel Victor pull you close by your waist. His large hand feels disgustingly warm, making you feel like something is wrong. “Just out to the balcony, Is that your bodyguard behind us?” He asks, turning to look at Soap. You can see the dark look in Victor’s eyes, his smile faltering a little. “Yeah, Papa insisted on me having one this evening.” You sigh, leaning into Victor, playing the tipsy daddy’s girl. “Right, well he should know you’re safe with me.” He smirks, leaning down to whisper in your ear. You hear the faint sound of Ghost and Soap talk into the Comms. “What are you doing Joker…” Ghost mumbles down the Comms, the pillars blocking his view. “Lass, I’ve been cut off from you.” Soap growls, you see him getting stopped by the security guards on the stairs. “I just need to talk to him for a moment… if that’s okay?” You ask, your hand coming to lay on the man’s chest, looking up at him through your lashes. 

“Oh, Of course. Don’t take too long…” Victor states, his hand lingering on your waist as you make your way back down the stairs, pulling Soap off to the side. Excusing yourself and him from the security guard. 

You’ve tucked yourself just by the staircase, out of view from Victor. Soap looks down at you, hands twitching to put his hands where Victor’s were, wipe away the disgusting feeling that would be sticking there. “If something goes wrong, I’ll call you. I’ll get myself out of there, Ghost won’t be able to see me. Laswell is watching the cameras. Trust me Soap…” You whisper, your hand lingers at the junction of his forearm and elbow. “Alright, I’ll be at the bottom of the stairs waiting. Okay Lass?” He states, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair out of your face. You nod, a small smile on your lips. You walk back to Victor, seeing him eyeing you up and down again. “Stay safe, Love…” You hear Ghost state down the comms, you nod your head slightly, knowing Ghost is watching you closely. 

Victor wraps his arm back around your waist, bringing you to the balcony, holding you a bit close for comfort. The chill in the air hits you like a rock. Victor notices you fight off a shiver, he smirks to himself, his mind turning to the dark corners. You turn around in his grasp when you lean on the railing, he’s caging you in with his arms. A small smirk on his lips, you can smell his cologne, it’s strong, sickly strong. Your chest is pushed up against his, your backside pushed up against the glass railing. “Finally have you to myself darlin’, you cold?” He states, his eyes darkening. His face is close, you can feel his breath on your cheeks, your lips. “Just a little, nothing I can’t handle.” You whisper, trying to control your breathing, you know where this is leading. No one else is out here, no one can see out on the balcony, apart from the two security guards at the entrance of the balcony. 

Victor’s large hand grips your thigh under your dress, thankfully not the thigh witht he knife. Your hands glide up his chest, slinking under his jacket. You look at him through your lashes, moving your hips to meet his, you can feel the hard-on in his pants. It makes you feel gross, violated almost. Victor licks his lips, you swallow the urge to gag when he smashes his lips against yours, a rumble of a groan leaving Victor’s throat. He hikes up your thigh, your leg resting on his hip, you play into the role. Moaning softly when he grinds into you, your stomach twisting into knots of disgust. 

You don’t want your first times to be taken by this man, you subtly feel his suit pockets for the USB Stick. You feel the small device in the pocket on the inside of his jacket. You sneakily slip your hand into he pocket, acting like you’re slipping his jacket off. His lips trail down your neck, biting gently and licking. You glance over his shoulder, holding the USB in his hand. You eyes catch Soap’s, he has managed to sneak past the security, knocking the ones by the door out quietly. He sees the fear in your eyes, he’s quick to act. Kicking the glass open, grabbing Victor by the back of his shirt, ripping him off you. 

“You disgusting bastard!” Soap growls out, throwing the man to the ground. You let out a deep breathing, fixing your dress. Hiding the USB in your dress, you quickly pick up the clutch from the ground. Victor is stumbling to his feet, hands grazed, jacket half off, hair messy. “What the fuck…” Victor growls out, he looks up at Soap, who is fuming. Jaw clenched, fist’s ready to strike as he stomps towards the man. “You’re a fucking disgusting man! Don’t ever lay your hands on a woman again!” His Scottish accent comes out strong when he’s angry. “John…” You whisper, your hand wrapping around his arm, gently tugging him towards you. “Now Ghost” you state, a deep wet thunk sounds out. Victor crumbles, knees buckling and head hitting the ground. Blood pools on the floor, a dark crimson hole marks the man’s forehead. Ghost managed to change buildings as soon as he heard the conversation about the balcony, Price took Ghost’s old spot. 

“Good shot L.T” Soap states, his arms wrapping around you tightly. Tucking your head into his chest, his nose nuzzled into the crown on your head. “Let’s get out of here” you mumble, gripping Soap’s jacket tightly. He guides you past Victor, keeping you up against him. He guides you past everyone and security, it just looks like a drunk woman and her guard guiding her back home.

Gaz is ready with the car, you slide into the back seat. Soap sliding in next to you, you let your head lean back against the headrest. Gaz sees the look in your eyes when you get in the car, the anger on Soap’s face as he drives away. You pick up Price who looks at you, with a small nod, knowing how hard this was for you. When Ghost gets in the SUV, you can see he’s tense, his hands in fists when he gets comfortable next to you. You sigh, leaning into Soap, your hand lays on top of Ghost’s. The ride back to base is quiet, filled with tension, thick enough to slice with a butter knife.

——

You immediately ran to the shower, leaving your heels in the car, ripping the hair pins and hair ties out of your hair. Soap and Ghost were talking, your heels hanging from Soap’s fingers by the ankle straps. Price told everyone just before they got on base to meet at the briefing room tomorrow morning, you gave Price the USB before you got out of the car. Gaz went with Price to help with finding whatever else is on the USB. 

You rip open your drawers, grabbing the makeup wipes that Laswell gave you, aggressively wiping at your face. You throw the dirty wipes in the bin, shaking out your hair quickly. Your hands fiddle with the back straps, the interacte weaving and tying of them getting on your nerves. You yell in frustration, slamming your chest of drawers shut. You dash out of the bathroom, the dress floating behind you as you dash down the corridor, knowing that Soap and Ghost are on their way to the showers anyways. Yes you’re the only girl on the Task Force, you were lucky enough to get the one room with an attached bathroom. Tears of frustration pool in your eyes, just as you were about to reach the doors of the building, Soap and Ghost walk through. You let out a heavy breath, you immediately walk up Soap, leaning your forehead against his chest. His hands come to rest on your shoulders, confusion written over his face, the anger from before draining from him quickly. Ghost looks at you, his chest aching in a way he hates, he doesn’t understand it. 

“What’s the matter Lass?” Soap questions, your heels still in his hand as he holds you close with his free arm. Ghost notices the light red marks on your bed, you were trying to undo your dress but not being successful. Ghost’s hand hovers over your back he can already see how tense your back and shoulders are, his eyes looking over all the small scars littering your back. “Is it your dress?” Ghost asks quietly, knowing you can hear him. You nod your head, your forehead still pressed into his chest. Ghost looks to Soap, the Scotsman nods, knowing you just need help, need grounding again. Ghost gently pulls you away from Soap, guiding you gently to your room. Soap follows behind, dropping your shoes by the end of your bed, grabbing a change of clothes for you. He chuckles when he spots the shirt he lended you a while ago, the sweat pants you stole from Gaz a few months back for winter are still in good condition, surprisingly from how much you wear them. 

Ghost gets the shower running, you seated on the toilet, lid down. Your face in your hands, gripping your hair. “Joker…” Ghost says softly, looking over at you from his spot by the shower, his hand feeling the water. His gloves are on your bed, along with his tactical vest. You look up at him, eyes dull. He dries his hand on the soft towel that’s hanging by the shower, he crouches down in front of you, his eyes finding yours. Soap enters the bathroom, moving around Ghost, placing the spare clothes on the bench by the sink. You’re still in the dress, he watches the silent conversation exchange between you and Ghost. You nod your head softly, standing up and leaning into Ghost, his arms wrapping around you softly. His cologne comforting you, Ghost nods to Soap who is leaning against the bathroom sink. 

Soap pushes himself off the bench, his hands gently touching your exposed back, his hands warm. He’s working on the ties of your dress, pulling them gently. You sigh when you feel the dress loosen, your arms holding the blue fabric to your chest, hiding yourself from them. Soap runs his hands up your back, removing the necklace and unclamping the earrings, he kisses the top of your head, knowing this helps with grinding you. He moves away, he walks into your room, placing the earrings and necklace on your chest of drawers. Ghost pulls away, keeping his eyes up analysing the plain white shower curtain. You turn around, your back to Ghost, his hands combing through your hair, getting the stray few clips out of your hair. There’s been no talking this whole time, just silent comforting looks, touches. 

Ghost’s hand slides down your back, he leans his forehead against the back of your head, his eyes closed. “If you need anything, Johnny and I are just outside the door.” He mumbles, leaving a small kiss on your shoulder through the balaclava. He’s pushing his own comfort to help comfort you, keeping his hands on your longer than normal, kissing your skin is new. You melt in his touch and Soap’s, their kisses leaving warmth run through your body, comfort and grounding. You have never felt as grounded before as you have when they take their time to help you, gentle touches and whispered words. 

He leaves you to shower, shutting the door softly. He picks his vest up from the bed, shoving his gloves into his jacket pocket. “Is she alright?” Soap asks quietly, looking at Ghost with furrowed brows, a frown forming on his face. Ghost stares at Soap for a moment, mind fumbling with his words, trying to find an explanation. Soap can see that Ghost is thinking, his eyes focusing on the floor. “She’ll need time…” he finally mumbles out, his chest hurting with what you must’ve been thinking, the fear, the anxiety—the dread of being unable to do anything. 

——

You lay in your bed, regretting the decision to tell the boys to go to their rooms. Your hands are clammy, your hair sticking to your forehead as a cold sweat drips down your brow. Eyes wide as you lay on your side, back to the wall, eyes scanning your room, barely any light seeping in from under the door and the gap in the curtains. Your chest hurts, and aches, your jaw is clenched, your goddamn teeth hurt from the tension. Tears sting your eyes as your hand grips the sheets by your head, you kicked the blanket off some time ago, the pillow pushed into the corner. You bury your face into the mattress, pushing yourself up onto your knees and you stare at the photo frame next your bed. You and the team, a photo you secretly took with Gaz’s help. You clamber off your bed, quietly opening your door, peeking your head out to make sure no one else was up and about. It was nearly midnight, surely no one else was up and about.

Your bare feet pad across the concrete, you hesitantly stand in front of Soap’s room. Hands shaking by your side as you try to pick up the courage to knock, but your running mind comes to halt when you hear the soft sound of a door clicking shut. Your head snaps up to the sound, you stare at the source of the sound. There stands the Lieutenant, he’s walking towards you, hood up. You lower your head, turning to face him, your fingers play witht he seam of the sweatpants. Ghost stands in front of you, his boots in your line of sight, he doesn’t do anything. Just standing there, letting you decide what will happen. 

You look up at him, noticing he’s just wearing a plain balaclava, similar to the one you wear when you go for walks around base at night. No dark paint surrounds his eyes, it reminds you of the night he joined you outside. Ghost tilts his head towards Soap’s door, you just nod your head gently. You step to the side, Ghost knocking on the door. You hear the grumbled curses on the other side, shuffling and a groan. You look up at Soap when he opens the door, eyes barely open, hair tousled. He’s shirtless but has a pair of black sweatpants on, he looks from you to Ghost, looking back at you. Your eyes say it all, he opens the door wider, motioning for you to come in. You pause when you step into his room, turning back to look at Ghost, he was about to walk away when you grab his arm, his hands still in his pockets. “Please…” you whisper, Ghost and Soap look at each other, confused and concerned. 

You gently tug on Ghost’s hoodie, Soap has made his way back to his bed, not caring what you do. He lays on his back, arms behind his head, as he lets out a deep breath. “Move it Johnny” Ghost’s voice rumbles, causing the Scotsman to flinch. Soap looks at the large man confused, you’re standing in front of him, eyeing the middle of the bed, exactly where Soap is. “God Jesus” he grumbles, moving over. You clamber onto the bed, Soap pushed up against the wall, you tucked into his side. You look over at Ghost who is just sitting on the side of the bed, a small dissatisfied sound comes from you. Soap grabs the large Englishman, pulling him down to cage you both in. “What the hell Johnny” Ghost growls, eyes wide and brows furrowed. “Shut yer mouth and let me sleep.” Soap sneers, his arm wrapping round you. Your head tucked under his chin. Ghost sighs, he turns onto his side, he looks down at you. You’re tucked into Soap, back against his chest, your hands gently grab Ghost’s hand. They run up to his shoulders, your eyes are half lidded, fingers dancing across the edge of his balaclava. 

You want to lift the thick fabric, see what he looks like under the shield he wears daily. Ghost leans into your feather light touch, his tension easing. Ghost sighs, his hand coming up to lift the mask, knowing it’s far too dark for you to see his face clearly, you smile when you see him place the mask on the bedside table. Your eyes make out very little in the dark room. You coax him closer, tucking him into you like you are with Soap. Ghost allows it, his nose nudging your neck, arm wrapping around your and Soap. You feel safe, protected and loved being sandwiched between the two men, your hands run your Ghost’s hair, it’s short on the sides, a fade of some sort. Short on top, not as long as Soap’s mohawk but not as short as a buzz cut. It’s soft and silky. 

Your mind comes to a mumbled hum, your body relaxing as you let sleep take you. 

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Next Chapter!

[scotianostra]

The actor Ian Charleson was born on August 11th 1949 in Edinburgh.

Best known for his portrayal as Eric Liddell, the Presbyterian missionary who refused to compete on the Sabbath, in Hugh Hudson’s Oscar-winning “Chariots of Fire” . Although he only appeared in a handful of films, he starred in many successful stage shows.

He was the son of a printer and sang soprano as a boy. Raised in Edinburgh, he attended the Royal High School and Edinburgh University, both on scholarship. He was a member of the Edinburgh University Drama Society as an actor, singer, and director, and even worked with costumes. Next, he went to the London Academy of Music and Dramatic Art . Odd jobs included singing at the restaurant, “Food for Thought”, and waiting tables at the “Hard Rock Cafe”. He left LAMDA early and was a member of the “Young Vic Company” in London for two years. His first West End role was in Simon Gray’s “Otherwise Engaged”.

He performed at the National Theatre and the Royal Shakespeare Company from 1977 to 1989. Ian did appear in a number of TV shows, the pick of them, in my opinion, are Reilly: Ace of Spies, Master of The Game and Codename: Kyril.

Had a lovely tenor voice as an adult; the Royal Shakespeare Company released a CD of his singing in 1982.He also won the annual Edinburgh Evening News Talent Contest 2 years running singing My Love is Like a Red, Red, Rose.

Sadly Ian Charleson passed away from an Aids related illness at the young age of forty. This was the first celebrity death in the United Kingdom openly attributed to AIDS, and the announcement helped to promote awareness and acceptance of the disease.

The Ian Charleson Day Centre is a leading HIV clinic in London ia named in his memory and The Ian Charleson Awards are theatrical awards that reward the best classical stage performances in Britain by actors under age 30 also remember him.

Ian is buried in Portobello Cemetery on the South east of Edinburgh.

[beangusu]

Please please please share your reinako fic recommendations! I absolutely adore all your art of them 💗

THANK U SO MUCH <3 AND OMG I HAVE SO MANY... u have unlocked my reinako fic floodgates but i will try to be normal and keep it to like 5-10 recs

just a warning, two of these have nsfw in them (In The Corner of Her Mind and Heartfelt Obligation) but are skippable!

In The Corner of Her Mind - this ones an oldie but i read it time and time again bc it breaks my heart in the BEST way possible especially since its set in the PGSM universe :'D if u want an amnesia reinako au fic, this one ticks all the boxes Point Not Taken - also a really old fic, but oh my god Victoria G's fics make me kick my feet and giggle and knowing they were a co-writer for the Carmilla web-series just makes so much sense bc i was obsessed with hollstein..... pls read their reinako fics they make me wanna throw up (affectionate) Through the Fire (Through Whatever, Come What May) - this one's not finished yet but the way the author writes the reinako dynamic is SO THEMMMM 🥰🥰 i adore when people write the reinako dynamic just right and this fic hits that spot for me red on my tongue (the red of your tongue) - i am so obsessed with fics that are abt present reinako finding out abt love affairs between silver millennium mars & venus which either cue their realization moment or push them to confess :3 this one has to be my fav out of all of YNK’s reinako fics, it made me tear up so bad at some parts like they are so Soulmates it makes me insane. pls read all of YNK's reinako fics after this i promise u wont regret it Heartfelt Obligation - ofc i had to link the mandatory princess/bodyguard au set in the silver millennium where they dislike each other at first but then slowly start catching feelings :33 it's incomplete but i love the silly banter and how they warm up to each other in this fic, its so cute 🥺 i like the burning sun (because i'm running with you) - small oneshot thats also so cute where they're just normal teens with crushes on each other,,, minako is so whipped for rei and rei is so stupid god bless

She's the tear in my heart, I'm on fire - the gay yearning in this one is so UNBELIEVEABLY off the charts it's so sweet and fills that slice of life highschool trope hole if u like that!! minako does get stoned in this one, not during the whole fic, but i figured i would warn anyways in case that makes anyone uncomfy Past Loves And Current Problems - ending this with this cute fic of minako finding out about greek mythology regarding mars and venus being lovers teehee ^_^ this fic also talks about ace's "curse" on venus from the codename sailor v manga AND I LOVE THAT i wish more fics talked abt that.... i have so so so many more i want to talk about and show everyone but i feel bad for this wall of text so i will leave that for a pt2/pt3 in the future mayb... i am filled with reinako brainrot and its never going away im so sorry u guys 💔

[trixiegalaxy]

I just had a fun Miraculous AU idea (got inspired by a book i saw in Wattpad);

Yu-Gi-Oh Miraculous Vrians!

I don't mind if people make artwork or write their own fan fiction of this. As long I'm credited for the original AU idea. I also posted this on DeviantArt.

In this AU, the kwamis are a special type of AI programming that is also called the "Miraculous Ignis". These AIs were secretly created by a third party during the Lost Incident. But when Professor Wang Fu (aka Master Fu) learns that these AIs were going to be used for evil purposes, he stole them from their creators and went into hiding. Fu managed to steal all the Miraculous Ignis', except for the Butterfly and the unfinished Peacock Ignis', which went missing during the theft.

10 years later, Gabriel Agreste uses the Butterfly Ignis to become the hacker terrorist known as Hawk Moth, who hopes to use the rest of the Miraculous Ignis' to waken his comatose wife, who used the Peacock Ignis too much without knowing it was incomplete. To lure out the Miraculous Ignis, Hawk Moth would hijack people's avatars in LINK VRAINS and turn them into his own mind controlled super villians. Also, to accomplish his goals, both Gabriel and his assistant, Nathalie Sancoeur, secretly infiltrate the hacker terrorist group called "The Knights Of Hanoi" under the codenames "The Collector" and "Catalyst". In hopes of not only finding the Miraculous Ignis, but to capture the original six Ignis' as well.

Meanwhile, Professor Fu decides to give the two most powerful Miraculous Ignis', the Ladybug and Cat, to Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Adrien Agreste. They become LINK VRAINS' newest heroes, Ladybug and Cat Noir, who help the hero, Playmaker, fight against both both Hawk Moth and the Knights Of Hanoi.

Other details of the AU (with spoilers of Yu-Gi-Oh Vrains);

The Kwamis Ignis have the same type of body design as the original Ignis', but they still have their animal fixtures. For example, the Cat Ignis would still have his cat ears, tail, and green cat eyes. While the Ladybug Ignis have her red body with black spots (and maybe ladybug wings on her back). They also have the same personalities as in the Miraculous Ladybug series canon.

Similar to the Miraculous Ladybug series canon, every Kwami Ignis are kept in their own jewelry shaped electronics, which connect to the holder's duel disk by Bluetooth. The holder's duel disk also changes form when they log into LINK VRAINS (which helps hide their identities).

The Miraculous Ignis have their own separate animal theme Cyberse cards. For example, the Ladybug Ignis has a ladybug theme Cyberse monster cards, and the Cat Ignis has a cat theme Cyberse monster cards.

The Miraculous Ignis gives their holders the same powers/abilities as in the Miraculous Ladybug series canon. These powers can also be used as skills in a LINK VRAINS speed duel.

Also, like in the Miraculous Ladybug series canon, Hawk Moth can only akumatize people who are filled with negative emotions/thoughts. Plus, they have to have their own duel disk and deck.

People who are not logged into or even don't have an account in LINK VRAINS can still be akumatized.

In this AU, the akuma enters a person's duel disk as a virus and always goes into a person's ace monster card. While their super villain avatar takes form similar to their ace monster. That person's deck is also transformed when they become akumatized.

Marinette still dreams of becoming a fashion designer. While as a duelist, she doesn't have too much confidence in her skills. Marinette is the only one of her friends who doesn't have a LINK VRAINS account (not until she became Ladybug, but no one else knows that). When she's not using the Ladybug Cyberse deck, she owns a fairy type desk.

Adrian is still a fashion model for his father famous fashion brand in both Den City and sometimes in LINK VRAINS. Adrian enjoys dueling but doesn't have much time to do it for fun because of his career. When he's not using the Cat Cyberse deck, he owns a warrior type deck.

Marinette and Adrien (plus their friends/classmates in the Miraculous Ladybug series canon) go to Den City High School. And are in the same class as Yusaku Fujiki (aka Playmaker). Their class teacher is Miss Bustier from Miraculous Ladybug.

Ladybug and Cat Noir doesn't know the true identity of Playmaker. And Playmaker doesn't know their true identities either.

Yusaku/Playmaker didn't really trust Ladybug and Cat Noir at first. And didn't want them to become part of his fight against the Hanoi. But Playmaker later began working with them when he realized he wouldn't be able to fight both the Hanoi and Hawk Moth's akumatized villains.

The Knights Of Hanoi had no knowledge of the existence of the Miraculous Ignis until Hawk Moth started to attack LINK VRAINS with his akumatized villains.

The Hanoi also wasn't aware of The Collector actually being Hawk Moth, not until in episode 38 and 39 when Hawk Moth tried to take control of the Tower of Hanoi by akumatizing Revolver (the leader of the Hanoi).

Ryoken Kogami/Revolver managed to learn the true identities of Ladybug and Cat Noir but agrees to keep the secret after meeting Professor Fu.

[lightarin]

A Chance Meeting

About this AU: This is a Pirate AU inspired by Cater's Halloween card quote that mentions HLB having pirate costumes the previous year! It will be a series of reader inserts that are very loosely connected. The HLB members are part of a pirate crew lead by the 'Red Tyrant' (Riddle) and the others have codenames based on their card suits! (Very original I know <3)

They fics do not have to be read in order, and reader is NOT the same in every fic. The only thing that stays consistent is the background of being on a ship together and being an infamous pirate crew!

It started with one random brainrot and became a series, but I hope you enjoy!

Pirate AU: Cater Diamond; Deuce Spade; Riddle Rosehearts; Trey Clover

He let out a sigh as he settled down on the rock looking over the shore. The others had taken up camp not too far away, this seemingly deserted Island their refuge of the day.

As fun as it was being one Cards, living under Riddle's rules was more stressful than he had expected.

"Seriously, how many pirates have this many rules?"

He runs a hand through his ginger locks, scarlet gaze fixed on the way the moonlight was illuminated upon the ocean. It was relaxing to find time alone.

Except, he wasn't actually alone.

"I've never seen pirates as organized as you guys."

The melodic voice jarred him out of his thoughts, his gaze scanning the area as his hand rested on the hilt of his sword.

"Who's there?"

Ace scowled into the darkness, a quiet swoosh heard as he he pulled his silver sword out of the scabbard.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to hurt you."

He blinked in confusion, searching for the voice until he realized where it was coming from.

The water.

His grip on the sword loosened slightly as he looked into the water. Where there had been nothing but the sky's reflection before, there was now someone looking back up at him.

Despite their words, he tensed up, everything clicking into place at the sight of a tail.

A siren.

You let out a giggle at the look of surprise on his expression, your tail splashing some water as you lean against the rock.

"Don't worry, we're not all bad. You know how people love twisting the stories."

He hesitated briefly, gaze searching yours as he slowly set down his sword.

"I never expected to see a siren in my lifetime..."

"Life's full of surprises."

"You're not what I expected."

"Is anyone?"

He pouts slightly at the way you easily respond to him, hiding how he felt at ease in your presence. You merely giggle in response, hoisting yourself up to sit beside him on the rock, your fins staying dipped within the water.

"So what's on your mind, sailor?"

As the moon rises higher into the sky, you continue talking. The conversations ranges from the silliest of topics, such as the last time he went swimming, to the deepest of topics, such as the way he struggled on the ship.

And with each moment, he found himself relaxing more and more. You were like a breath of fresh air.

Someone he could talk to without worrying about the rules. Someone he could laugh with without wondering what comes next.

Someone he could be himself with.

"This Riddle person sounds difficult."

He lets out a quiet chuckle, eyes fluttering shut as he lays down on the rock.

"He can be. But I know it's all because he cares. That's why I stay on the ship."

"Do you want to keep staying there?"

Your question catches his attention, and he looks up at you, noticing the way you were looking at him intently.

"Where else can I go?"

"Come with me?"

"What?"

He laughed lightly, shaking his head at your sudden offer.

"I appreciate the offer, but I can't breath down there."

"What if I told you I could make it possible?"

He blinks in surprise, slowly pushing himself back into a sitting position. You can see the questions in his expression, and the slight temptation that swims in his gaze.

"I'm sorry."

His apology is barely a whisper, regret filling his scarlet eyes as he leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead.

"I can't leave my crew behind."

You wilt slightly, resting your head on his shoulder. You couldn't argue with him. You would struggle just as much to leave your life behind.

"I know..."

"But I'm sure we'll see each other again."

"We will?"

You weren't expecting that.

"We will!"

He chuckles as he looks up at the sky, his fingers lacing through yours as he gave your hand a slight squeeze.

"Think of all the stories we'll be able to tell each other!"

His excitement lightens your spirits, and you let out a giggle, your tail slapping against the water.

"You're right. We will see each other again."

"I'm always right."

You shake your head in exasperated affection, giving him a smile as you kiss his cheek.

"Sure you are."

You shift, preparing to slip back into the water when you feel his hands on your shoulders.

"Hm-?"

Your eyes widen in shock as presses his lips against yours. As you melt into the kiss, you close your eyes, leaning into his embrace.

When he finally pulls away, your fingers slowly slip out of his as you slide into the water.

"Something to remember me by."

"As if I could have forget you, Ace."

With that, you're gone, the only sign of your presence quickly fading with the waves.

[huythan1910]

The codename red main protagonist without the hood on

Leak said her name is Naoé/Naoi ??

[realtimefanduboutofcontext]

INDEX BY FRANCHISE

Real-Time Fandub

Tales of Monkey Island - SpongeBob SquarePants - Gravity Falls - Steven Universe - The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy/Codename: Kids Next Door - Voltron: Legendary Defender - The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya - Blue’s Clues - Ouran High School Host Club - Back to the Future - Hoodwinked! - The Twilight Saga: New Moon - Addams Family Values - Over the Garden Wall - Ace Attorney (film) - Ace Attorney (anime) - Star vs. the Forces of Evil - CPAC 2016 - LazyTown - Infinity Train - The Bernie Sanders Show - Sam and Max: Freelance Police - Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer - The Late Show with Stephen Colbert - The Nutshack - Teen Titans GO! - The Return of Jafar - Cars - Spider-Man (film) - Princess Bride - Buzz Lightyear of Star Command - DuckTales (2017) - Breaking Bad - Ghostbusters - Stranger Things - The Muppet Movie - Astro Boy - Mulan - Super Mario Bros. - My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic - The Incredibles - Captain America: Civil War - The Powerpuff Girls (2016) - Kirby: Right Back At Ya! - Sonic X - OK K.O.! Let’s Be Heroes - Scooby-Doo, Where Are You? - The Amazing World of Gumball - Invader Zim - Animal Soccer World - Phineas and Ferb - Digimon - Rugrats - Wander Over Yonder - Transformers: Animated - Star Trek: The Next Generation - Animal Crossing: The Movie - Wreck-It Ralph - Bubsy the Bobcat - She-Ra and the Princesses of Power - He-Man - A Series of Unfortunate Events - Toy Story - The Owl House - Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl - Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest - Legend

SnapCube’s Real-Time Fandub

Sonic Adventure 2 - Sly Cooper and the Thievius Raccoonus - Marvel’s Spider-Man - Sonic the Hedgehog (2006) - Resident Evil 2 - Sonic Riders - Until Dawn - Shadow the Hedgehog (game) - Subspace Emissary

BTDubs

Good Mythical Morning - Sonic Adventure 2 - Life is Strange - Better Call Saul - iCarly - The Great British Bake-Off (The Great British Baking Show) - Dhar Mann - Jeopardy!

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[foxstens]

black flag is getting a remake 🤮🤮🤮

[marahuyos]

anon asked: I hope you still follow Jojo and Persona fandoms because I liked your crossover post there a few years ago. So here's my Jojo part 5 x Persona 5 prompt: Phantom Thief!Reader stumbled across a Palace of someone from Passione during a vacation to Italy, only for Team Bucciarati to accidentally caught you in the act

mara’s words: ISAJDLAFSDH HNGGG i missed that old piece of mine huhu, back when my hype for jojo was so high and it’s all i could ever think about HAHAAHH

part 1 | part 2

gn!reader | reader is the wild card and uses ace as their codename

tw: au (modern smartphones exist for the sake of plot) wearing, violence (guns, knives), blood

It was supposed to be a vacation. How did it end up like this?

Really, you’d think you’d leave the Phantom Thief agenda aside and enjoy your vacation in the sunny country of Naples, Italy with your family (plus talking cat), and-I don’t know-have fun like a regular teenager? Just when you thought your probation last year was the highlight of your entire life, you’ve stumbled upon something worse than that.

Just why would there be a Palace right here in the hotel you were living in?

“We can’t just leave this alone.” Morgana stated, eyes narrowing at the sight of the search result from the Meta-Nav. “If this Palace continues to fester, who knows what will happen to your family?”

You gripped your phone tighter, the red eye of the app staring at you as if it was gloating. Yeah, your vacation is officially ruined.

“I’m sorry that this ruins your vacation,” he sighed, slightly pawing your hand, “but you know the consequences of letting this go more than I do.”

With a sharp sigh, you raised your hand and patted Morgana’s head. “I know. That doesn’t mean I don’t hate it.”

He purred at your ministrations. “Still... just what were the chances of us finding a Palace here in Italy? I thought the Metaverse and the cognitions were only back home...”

“No use thinking about it now.” You said, standing up from your bed. “Let’s just get this over with.”

He quickly sprung out of the bed. “Right you are, Leader! Now, let’s go!”

Blanco Squacquerone-your tour guide for your entire trip in Italy-has a Palace.

It was purely by chance that you inputted his name in the Meta-Nav. A ‘why the heck not’ kind of moment where you were sure nothing could happen. But to your horror, something did happen, and you were regretting past you that opened the goddamn app.

Behind the hotel was a small alley that the hotel uses for trash disposal. Dumpsters hid your figure against the busy street life in the afternoon of Naples as Morgana hopped off from your bag. He sniffled against the stink of the alley but he didn’t raise any complaints.

“I think we’re safe here.” Morgana said. “Now, let’s go see what kind of Palace Squacquerone has.”

You opened the app and immediately started searching. “Well, the obvious one is his name and the place.”

Seeing the words Blanco Squacquerone and Naples were on the search bar, you looked at Morgana. “But what could his palace be though?”

He hummed, tail curling behind him. “There wasn’t much of an impression ever since I saw him...”

And it was true. Squacquerone was your average, jolly tourist guide, ready to give foreigners a grand tour of his home country. There were no red flags appearing in your head when you first met him. The 180-cm man with pale blond hair slicked back with copious amount of hair gel and smiling brown eyes was nothing but a jovial old man. It just didn’t seem right to you that someone so eager has a Palace. In you and Morgana’s ruminating, you failed to notice the clicking of dress shoes stepping closer and closer into the alley.

“Aw, might as well take a page off of that stupid Ryuji...” Morgana groaned out. “How about typing ‘colosseum’? Like the one where we were supposed to go in our itinerary?”

You raised a brow but complied anyway, typing the correct word and tapping ‘search’. Immediately, the whole world distorted, black and red clouding your vision as you felt the familiar pull of the Metaverse drawing you in. The scent of the salty breeze was long gone, replacing it with a heavy and earthy scent-enough to make your lungs feel heavy for each breath you take. Now, in your Phantom Thief garb, you surveyed the entire changed Palace.

“Well damn...” You whistled, staring up ahead. “Your guess was right on the nose.”

The colosseum was an exact replica of the Roman Colosseum, except for the fact that there were people-or cognitions-dressed in tattered garb and shackles on their wrists and ankles all lined up towards the Palace. Inside the building, the sound of metal clashing and tortured screams rang out, making your blood run cold.

“Was there any more doubt, Ace?” Mona said smugly, crossing his arms. “Anyway, we should proceed with caution. We don’t know if Palaces are different when we’re in a different country so be careful leading us in.”

With a nod, you took your first steps inside the Palace of Squacquerone. That is-until you stopped.

Quickly drawing your gun, you knelt fast down to the ground, turning your upper body to aim behind you. The person behind you let out a surprise grunt, sidestepping away from your gun as you heard the sound of zipping. Quickly summoning Arsene, he blocked the oncoming attack. White fists in blue armor were stopped by Arsene’s clawed hands, the mystery limbs leading to a white bodied apparition with blue armor and gold zippers.

“Wh-Who are you?!” Mona yelled, scrambling for his cutlass to help you. The apparition pushed itself away from Arsene, one of it’s arms aiming forward and detaching itself from the elbow and aiming at Mona.

“Change!” You called out, Arsene immediately switching out to Cu Chulainn to block the attack. To your horror, once the fist hit Chulainn’s spear, it disassembled into pieces as the fist hit Mona.

“Mona!” You yelled before grunting and aiming at the person who dodged your gun. The apparition drew back, it’s other arm drawing back before aiming for your gun. Knowing its attack, you switched Cu Chulainn to De Beauvoir as she casted Tetrakarn. The screen reflected the fist as the caster immediately keeled over in pain.

“Nice one, Ace!” Mona praised, quickly stepping closer to you as he pointed his cutlass at the person. “Now, who are you?! Why did you attack us?!”

The person appeared to be a man, with a black haired bob cut and braids on top of his head as his suit was a pristine white with black teardrop patterns. He had his hand in his own clutches, clearly in pain. When he lifted his head, his blue eyes burned with determination that you nearly gasped at how brightly they burned.

Aiming your gun at him once more, you raised your finger against the trigger. “Talk.”

He continued to breath heavily, the adrenaline already wearing down as he panted softly before speaking. “I didn’t expect Squacquerone to employ Stand Users. Let me ask you this: just how much did he pay you to betray Passione?”

You and Mona looked at each other before looking back at the man. It was Mona who answered for the both of you. “Stand? Passione? What the heck are you talking about?”

This time, he furrowed his brow. “Don’t play games with me. You somehow summoned me here in this warped reality and summoned multiple Stands. Just how much did he pay you to betray us?”

Feeling that this interrogation was going nowhere, you pocketed your gun back as you gestured Mona to do the same. “It appears we have a misunderstanding.”

And so, you explained to the well-dressed man what you and Mona were set out to do. Starting with how you were vacationing here in Italy and being a Phantom Thief back home. Then, you explained about the Metaverse, how you were able to access it and the whole reason why you and Mona are hunting down Squacquerone.

As onto the discussion of Personas...

“So those... Personas you summon... They’re manifestations of your heart?”

For someone who attempted to kill you, he was surprisingly calm as he listened to you. Mona was even more shocked, commenting that he never met a man that easily accepted... whatever the hell that you just said to him.

You nodded. “Well, at least from my understanding. But based on your explanation on Stands, I guess our powers aren’t too far off, are they?”

He didn’t answer, instead continuing to grip his hand. You tore off your mask, summoning De Beauvoir and before he could call back his Stand, you quickly placated him.

“I’m gonna heal you!” You said as your Persona casted her healing spell onto him. He stared back at his own hand, moving and rotating his wrist in awe.

“Why would you heal me?” He asked you, standing up to his full height as he stared down at you. Those blue eyes never seemed to falter.

So you returned the feeling back. “I felt like you were a good person.”

It looked like he didn’t even try to hide his surprise as he stared agape at you. But he quickly seized his expression back. “... So how are you able to leave this place?”

Mona answered for you. “We have our own way back using their cellphone but don’t think that we’re gonna up and leave this place because you don’t like it here!”

He glared at Mona, making the cat cower slightly. “But I am. I’m under direct orders to bring Squacquerone back to Passione alive. However, with the circumstances changed...”

He looked at the two of you before continuing. “I’m bringing my squad here. I don’t trust the both of you to lead me to Squacquerone so I’m having my own backup.”

“H-Huh?!” You gasped out. “But that’s already trouble as it is with you!”

“Yeah, they’re right!” Mona agreed. “You being here was a complete accident!”

“Then you must rectify your accident, no?” He replied coolly, crossing his arms. “If you continue to disobey, you should know that I have the guest logs in the hotel that you’re staying in as well as those loyal to me guarding this side of Italy.”

You gulped. He looked like he wasn’t bluffing.

You nodded begrudgingly.

He hummed. “Good. I’m Bruno Bucciarati. Now, get me out of here so we can get this done swiftly.”

It was a painful wait for the rest of Bucciarati's squad to come here.

Fiddling with your sleeve, you and Morgana waited at the back alley of the hotel for Bucciarati. It was clear that you wanted to say something to alleviate the awkward silence but what is there to say? One would definitely be rendered speechless when an Italian gangster threatens your entire family on your vacation.

Even Morgana, as chatty as he is, was rendered into pawing an empty can. The scrape of the metal against the cement was the only thing grounding you into reality. You think that this is deja vu; you butting in into business that isn’t your own and ultimately paying the price for your nosiness. Maybe if you had ignored the Palace call, then you could’ve enjoyed your vacation alongside your parents. Maybe you could’ve bought more souvenirs than your luggage can manage for the rest of the team back home.

Alas, as you watch Morgana swat the can, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Hearing sets of different footsteps, you straightened up. Morgana ceased his can swiping and immediately stood alert, ears facing forward. Bruno led his squad into the back alley. They all looked like complete strangers-like you would never expect them to be part of a group. But the way that they follow Bucciarati was something you took notice of.

"Apologies for the wait." Bucciarati said. You waved your hand to signal it was alright before taking a closer look at the rest of his squad. One of them sauntered up to you, peering at you from underneath his eyelids as he easily flourished a knife in his hand. You steeled yourself in not wanting to show fear. They were still part of the Italian mafia and you're just a defenseless teenager.

"You sure this is the guy that's gonna lead us to Squacquerone?" The boy sneered, taking a once-over of you before staring back at your face. "They look barely older than me!"

Another gangster looked over his shoulder and this time, you reeled back not from fear, but how you can smell his body odor from that far. You swore you heard Morgana sneeze.

"I'm not one to think twice but how did a kid like this manage to rat out one of the sneakiest traitors in Passione?" He scoffed. "You look like you can barely shoot a gun!"

Your trigger finger twitched.

"Mista, Narancia. Stand down." Bucciarati demanded. They immediately backed off, not before giving you one last glower.

The white-suited man stepped forward. "Don't mind them. It was partly my fault for giving a rushed run down of what I've experienced."

"Ah..." You sighed out, scratching your cheek with your forefinger. "I don't mind. Honestly, I still don't know how you still believe me after all of that."

"It's not a matter of belief," He denied, "Squacquerone has been evading Passione for fae too long. This... method of yours is probably our best bet."

You awkwardly let out a small huff of laughter. "About that... See, your guy isn't actually in the place we're going to--"

A loud 'Hah?!' echoed in the back alley as you flinched when the boy with the orange bandana marched up and pointed at your neck with his knife. "You telling me this is all some goddamn joke?!"

You raised your arms up in fear of him actually committing to stabbing your neck. "L-Look, it's Squacquerone's Shadow that we're after! Once we find him and his Treasure then he'll willingly confess his crimes!"

"Narancia, stop!" Bucciarati yelled. "They're a valuable asset on getting us closer to him and getting us out of where we're going. Don't be hasty!"

The boy, Narancia, growled before taking away his knife as you let out a breath of relief. Another boy, taller than Narancia, but for some reason has holes in his suit, walked forward. "Bucciarati mentioned something about Shadows and Personas... Tell me, how did a person like you manage to do that to Bucciarati?"

The hidden words were there: how did a random foreigner like you accomplish something a well-established mafia couldn't?

You pulled out your phone, punching in the keywords immediately. "Well, I can show you."

"Keywords accepted. Entering Palace."

[teecupangel]

The way Numbskull feels like shay in regards of going "okay shit, the fraction I'm with ain't great and this conflicts with my moral code" in most headcannons has got to be my favorite thing, cause while yes Numbskull does agree to be a templar in cannon it feels like they do so very reluctantly in a act of self preservation.

Wanna make this all the more crazy? What if somehow Numbskull is a very distant relative or their friends with a direct descendant of the cormac bloodline who isn't involved with Abstergo

I mean… I can’t blame Numbskull for becoming a Templar considering Berg did this:

There was never really a choice for Numbskull and that’s the kind of bullshit that stays with a person. Numbskull never had a choice and it all started with Shay Cormac’s memories so I like to portray them as having complicated feelings for Shay. Their time in his memories made them ‘care’ for Shay but, at the same time, they also can’t help but blame Shay as the reason they’re stuck with the Templars right now.

So, given a chance, they’d definitely go ‘rogue’ because, hey, that’s what Shay did, right? And Shay should agree with their actions since they were fighting against an organization that would not listen to them, that would only use them to further their own agenda without any remorse on the collateral damage their actions would make.

If we really want to dig into Shay how joining the Templars would pan out centuries from his time, just make Numbskull say:

“I’m just following your footsteps, Mister Cormac.”

Also…

There is a way for Numbskull to be friends with a direct descendant of the Cormac Bloodline and we have two options.

Option 1: Javier Mondragón of the Assassin Brotherhood

He’s one of the main characters of Assassin's Creed: Last Descendants but he’s a teenager by the time of Rogue so he and Numbskull (who is most definitely around their 20s or more) wouldn’t necessarily be friends. What would be interesting is if Numbskull was one of the Abstergo employees who were ordered to retrieve the prongs of the Trident of Eden and their paths (and blades) crossed with Javier bleeding as Shay’s grandson, Cudgel. We can even have a reluctant bitter grandfather and a rebelling grandson thing going on with them.

Option 2: Alannah Ryan of the Assassin Brotherhood

It was implied in Odyssey that Alannah, one of Layla’s teammates, was Shay’s descendant:

So, in this scenario, Numbskull would be older than Alannah but their relationship would be more on an equal footing type of scenario. Numbskull might even feel protective of her as Shay’s bleed might be reminded of someone Shay cared about. If you want it to be romantic, it could be Shay’s wife. If you want it to be more like a case of found family, Alannah might remind them of Shay’s child (the eldest daughter perhaps?).

Either option could also work to give Numbskull the chance (and the courage) to finally defect as well if you want to go down that route.

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Sidenote to the OC-centric AC idea I had:

Atoli was meant to serve as a red herring for Numbskull’s identity and the plot twist was that Numbskull left Abstergo but didn’t exactly join the Assassins. However, it was Atoli who helped them leave. In exchange, Numbskull helps Atoli in secret, taking the codename ‘Johnny’ and they know that they’re receiving each other’s call/message when they hear the sea shanty ‘Leave her, Johnny’.