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theanonymousscop · 24 days ago

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IMAGINE: revealing your healing powers to save your boyfriend.

WARNINGS: none. just fluff. not edited. part 1

Sweetest strangers, bear in mind, English is not my first (or even my second) language. Inevitably so, you are going to encounter some questionable mistakes. Feel free to express yourself and offer suggestions/corrections. Any sort of criticism is welcomed with open arms.

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dedicated to @JulzLovDraco4Eva on wattpad, who gave me the idea.

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| Taylor Lautner as Jacob Black |

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Isabella Swan, the new girl at Forks High School, who everyone thought of as a shy introvert. To you, she was anything but that. When you first met the girl, you feared you’d touch her and she’d melt out of nervousness. But as the year progressed, she proved to differ. With the right crowd, she was one of the most sociable and talkative people you’ve ever met. Sometimes, you wondered how the Cullen boy kept up with her while being at the peak of the emotional detachment pyramid.

You knew Edward since the start of your freshman year. His family was surprisingly close to your mother. But after her death, they avoided you and your father like a plague. They always sent you glances that sometimes lingered longer than your comfort allowed you to tolerate.

Alice Cullen, differently from the rest of them, openly greeted you anywhere you'd encounter her and you always noted a sad, remorseful look that resided in her eyes.

All of the other Cullens, however, seemed to care less for your essence until last year, when Bella rolled into your life, dragged you out of your little bubble and formed a profound bond with that peculiar family.

For some unknown reason, she was keen on encouraging you to make new friends while she herself was attached to her boyfriend's hip all day, every day. You figured she felt sorry for how you spent the majority of your precious time in solitude, unaware of how much you adored those moments alone with no one to cause you any trouble.

One day, hell-bent on 'helping' you find new friends, she decided to take the matter in her own hands.

Hence here you stood, outside her house, waiting for her to make haste.

You were told you were going to the movies, alone.

You watched her stumble out of the threshold, carrying a small container in her hands, almost risking a fall and dropping its components.

You could hear an incomprehensible shout behind her and saw Charlie waving at you through the glass window, casting death glares at his daughter combined with concern for whatever she had done to rile him up.

You shook your head at their usual antics and hugged Bella. ''I'm sorry you had to wait,'' she says, opening the front door to her truck ''I was actually hoping to drop this off at Billy's first, if that's okay.'' she continues, holding up the container that smelled of homemade food.

''Yeah, sure.'' You nod before getting into the passenger seat. You smiled at the thought of Bella's kind gesture, sometimes she still takes you by surprise.

You've heard her talk about Billy Black, an old Swan family friend. He relies on a wheelchair to move around due to nerve damage and lives near La Push with his son, whom Bella never shuts up about.

She turned the key and the vehicle shook slightly as the engine sputtered a little before settling into a steady rhythm. By now, you are familiar with her truck's routine. It wasn't the bestest transportation but so long as you didn't have to walk to school you were grateful for it.

You pulled out of the driveway and ventured to La Push.

The sun was almost low and you could feel the last of its rays through the window as you passed many trees, humming to the soft rock music playing in the background. You eased into your seat as the warmth that originated from the heater filled the car, mixing with the strong scent of coffee.

Nestling in your comfy place, you zoned out for about ten minutes. Sadly, there wasn't much time to spare for relaxing as soon your little journey reached its end.

When Bella stopped the truck, she turned towards you ''We'll be in and out in a minute, I swear.'' You watched her get out and followed pursuit.

First thing you did after freeing yourself from that sweet cage where you nearly dozed off was taking a deep breath, inhaling all the fresh air which was suddenly cold making it hard for you to stay immobile in your place.

You shifted your weight from one leg to another as Bella knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer.

Distant footsteps sounded through the hall, getting closer and louder by each instant.

You were both shivering and waited impatiently for the person on the other side to rescue you. Bella even started beating the door with frustration, yelling at someone you didn't know.

"Jake! Open the damn door!"

When she tried to knock again, the door flew open, and she almost punched a guy.

"Geez, Jake, you could've waited a little longer and let us freeze to death!" Bella exclaimed, pushing past him.

You were about to follow her, you swear you had all the intentions to, but then you saw him.

He stood there, effortlessly handsome- his raven-black hair falling messily around his face, his warm russet skin glowing in the dim light. His dark brown eyes twinkled, a mischievous spark lighting up his gaze as he looked at Bella, and you couldn't help but notice how impossibly beautiful he was.

For a moment, you just stood there, lost in the alluring elegance he seemed to carry without even trying.

He was . . . majestic, to say the least. Ethereal, even.

When his eyes met yours, you noticed a stiff shift in his posture and the brief glint in his gaze. You didn't want to look away, you had never felt so insanely attracted to a guy ever before.

He didn't attempt to move either so you both stood there for what seemed like a gazillion light hours until Bella popped up behind him.

"Y/n?"

The call of your name pulled you both out of your stance. You felt the heat reaching your face and you couldn't help but avert your gaze.

Only after shifting your view, did you realize he was half exposed.

His bare chest was broad for his age. His abs were well-formed, hinting at a lot of time spent outdoors or training, and his arms looked soft but defined in a way that made him look extremely athletic. His tan skin stretched smoothly over his lean yet muscle-bound frame, making him look almost too perfect for someone so young.

You blushed harder as his shirtless image engraved in your mind. Not that you had any complaints but how the hell was he surviving in this cold with no shirt on?

He cleared his throat.

Bella chimed in again, caughting up to her friend's signs. "Oh sorry, Y/n meet Jacob. Jacob meet Y/n."She pointed at you back and forth.

Jacob offered you a small smile which you returned with a genuine one and introduced yourself formally with a brief handshake that managed to evoke a wave of turbulence all over your body.

Neither of you made any attempt to let go. He was warm, despite the lack of appropriate clothing. Not just warm in the sense of emitting too much heat but as in snuggly. Like a cozy blanket you'd wrap around yourself on a dreary day.

Eventually, you both separated your hands and just stood awkwardly near each other while your friend disappeared in the kitchen.

"Where's Billy?" she popped her head out of the door frame.

"Harry's son was having some issues so he had to go."

After a wholesome conversation about what and why, Bella asked Jacob to join you both for the movies. At first he was skeptical and didn't want Billy to come back and find the house vacant. But after a brief call, Billy insisted, saying he had plans of his own with his friends.

So you three left for the cinema. Since Bella's truck wasn't going to fit you all, you decided to walk- more like they forced you to walk convincing you it wasn't that far of a location.

Mental note: never trust Bella's sense of orientation again.

You kept the mood alive by making small-talk. Bella was excited for the upcoming prom while Jacob was barely stressed for his exams.

Mid conversation you couldn't help but steal glances in his way every five minutes. He seemed to have noticed this pattern as well as he met your gaze for the umpteenth time, making you flustered.

Bella, however, was completely oblivious to the exchange of stares between you, a trait that seemed all the more typical given how caught up she was in her own world.

When you finally reached the cinema, you were out of breath and completely worn out to the point of struggling to avoid drifting into a deep slumber right on the spot.

So you stayed back and waited for them to make the infinite line and buy the tickets. It was their idea to walk in the first place so you let them have a taste of their own medicine and wait for half an hour on their feet.

You weren't sure if you'd actually call it a win upon seeing the movie they picked. An action thriller. You weren't fond of the genre, it was only a lot of blood and a bunch of dudes fighting without an actual analytic plot.

Surprisingly, though, the movie turned out to be overall decent. But, you preferred watching Bella's reaction more than the movie itself.

"I wish I would've taken a picture of your face," you dissolved into giggles as Jacob pointed out Bella's jumpiness with the biggest upturn of his lips, making silly faces. He looked unbelievably adorable.

She rolled her eyes, muttering something under her breath and walking faster to avoid us, muttering ''grow up.'' You and Jacob both looked at each other and burst into laughter.

You took your sweet time to settle down before trailing behind Bella. That girl was fast on her feet when she really wanted to be.

Jacob stopped in his tracks. You almost bumped into him and looked ahead to see the cause of his reaction only to spot a familiar black Porsche.

Bella was talking to its owner and saying something inaudible. You didn't know how but you could feel Jacob tensing up beside you. He clenched his jaw and you took your time to observe how each slight moment in his muscles changed his features and the way his eyes darkened under the moonlight, entrapping an untamed fire. He was unquestionably the most prettiest guy you had ever seen.

God, he looked divine.

Something clicked in his head as he suddenly changed his gaze from Bella and Alice towards you. He looked a little shocked like he could hear your thoughts and you noticed the slight rosy shade that painted over his face.

He faced you with a shocked yet sly smirk as if asking for some sort of clarification.

''Please tell me I didn't say that out loud.'' Your eyes were wide with surprise.

At the nod of his head you buried your face in your hands, hoping for a miracle to happen and make him lose his memory of the past five minutes.

Your heart was pumping at the speed of a rollercoaster, covering the sounds of his laughter.

''I'm so sorry, please just forget everything I said,'' Your voice came out muffled.

He didn't speak but then you could perceive the movements of his body stepping closer. You felt his presence really close to you. His voice, low and teasing, whispered right next to your ear and you felt his breath on your neck.

''I'm afraid I can't do that.'' You facepalmed at his answer, but your heart fluttered in your chest, skipping a beat, like a sudden jolt of electricity had surged through you.

Your heart pounded, and you could feel your cheeks heat up. The teasing tone in his voice sent a shiver down your spine, but you couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of your lips.

He chuckled, sensing your reaction, and you could practically hear the smug grin on his face. Trying to steady your breath, you peeked up through your fingers, only to find him looking at you with a playful gaze that held something beyond his amusement, something softer.

''You know, you look really adorable when you blush,'' he added, his voice dripping with affection, making your heart race all over again.

Your little moment was halted when you saw Bella approaching the both of you, ''What are you talking about?''

You moved further from him, trying to calm your mind and the pacing heart.

''Y/n here was just telling me how much she loved hanging out with us tonight.'' Jacob said.

Bella's lips curled into a smile. ''Oh, that's so sweet of you, Y/n,'' she said, entirely oblivious to the teasing tone behind Jacob's words.

''We should do this again sometime, I had a lot of fun too.'' Bella said.

''Yeah, just some good ol' fun,'' Jacob said nonchalantly, giving you a playful wink, ''Isn't that right, Y/n?''

You couldn't even bring yourself to look at him, your heart racing in embarrassment. Jacob, on the other hand, couldn't help but grin, clearly enjoying the effect his words had on you.

Bella, still unaware, nodded approvingly. ''Well, it was nice to spend time together, but we should get going now. It's getting late.'' She added before turning around and starting to walk off.

You both followed her and as soon as she was out of earshot, Jacob leaned in, his voice a little softer, a little more teasing. ''You know, Y/n, I think you aren't so bad yourself.'' The air got stuck in your lungs and you wanted to retort but your brain suddenly went blank.

For the whole way back, you kept your head low and stayed closely behind them, too fazed to make a conversation or even eye contact.

They both accompanied you back home first. Reaching the porch, you hugged Bella and were about to retreat when Jacob engulfed you into a brief embrace. You felt his hand reaching your back and squeezing it a little harder to pull you closer. You were taken aback to say the least and even redder than before.

You did your best to maintain your composure until you closed the door and let out a screeching, high pitched scream.

The whole evening turned out to be mostly different from what you had anticipated.

You got to meet Jacob, who managed to disrupt your mind with his mere presence. Still just the thought of him made you blush and internally scream like a foolish teenager that you were. You melted against the door and didn't have the power to move until your father's voice brought you back to reality.

"How was the movie, hon?" Your dad asked from the couch, glancing up at you while muting the TV. He looked tired, like he had just got home, but there was an intrigued glint in his eyes.

"It was alright," you replied, sinking down beside him on the couch. You stretched your legs and arms out, trying to get comfortable after the long night.

"Let me guess... thanks to that handsome young fella?" He teased, eyes still on the TV as he raised the volume just a bit, pretending to act casual but clearly amused.

"Dad..." You drawled, rubbing your temples in mock frustration.

"Oh, come on, I'm just curious," he said, leaning back with a playful smile. "So who's this guy you're hanging out with?"

You gave him a look that said 'just stop'.

"Alright, alright," he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "Who am I to pry?"

You groaned, giving in. "His name's Jacob. He's Bella's friend. And his dad is Billy Black, you probably know him. Happy?"

Your dad gave a small nod, as if he recalled the name, but you could see that his interest was more focused on teasing you than anything else.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" he said, with a child-like smile. You rolled your eyes and he ruffled your hair. ''I'm just playing, kiddo.''

You shot him a sideways glare before settling back into the couch. ''I hate you.''

''Sure you do.''

Your exhaustion started to catch up with you. You were about to shut your eyes for just a second when the next thing you knew, you were out cold, snoring softly like a tired cat curled up on the couch.

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Ever since that night, it felt as though he was everywhere you went. But you didn't mind his presence. In all honesty, you didn't miss any opportunity to be around him either. Whenever Bella mentioned La Push, you found yourself automatically getting in the truck without any hesitation.

Billy was more than welcoming. He seemed to have taken a liking to you. You remember the first time you met him, he effortlessly managed to bring a laugh out of you, easing your nervousness. He made sure his house never felt foreign to Bella or you.

Jacob, although he never let it show, was overjoyed to have you around. He appreciated your company while he worked on his vehicles. One day, you found yourself sitting on an old bike with a bowl of popcorn while he fixed a malfunction on Bella's truck.

Bella was talking about how Angela and the rest were planning to go shopping together and had invited her to tag along ''It could be fun.'' She said, more to herself than to you.

You shrugged without giving it much thought, popping popcorn in your mouth. "I don't know, spending hours shopping with Jessica isn't exactly my idea of fun." You heard Jacob snorting and smiled to yourself while gulping down another handful of those golden puffs.

''They aren't as bad as they might seem," she ignored your comment and continued, ''You should seriously join us."

You stared at her with a blank face, raising an eyebrow, questioning her words. ''They aren't bad as long they benefit from having you around.'' You retort, reminding her of how they actually treat people who aren't her.

"Please?" She tried again and gained a warning glare from you. Bella sighed in defeat, stealing your bowl of popcorn. "Fine, then I'm not going either."

Your expressions instantly melted with gentleness and you faced her with a small smile, "You don't have to do that, I won't mind, I promise."

She shook her head wearily "I'd rather stay in with you than go out without you." She concludes, sadly chewing on your food.

You gave her a small side hug, resting your head on her shoulder while rubbing her arm in assurance. "It's okay, we can have fun here.'' Bella smiled in return, getting comfy in your embrace.

''Get a room.'' Jacob ruined the moment. You heard him pull out from under the truck but you couldn't tell since he was on the other side of the vehicle.

''Piss off.'' Bella whispers weakly, throwing your snacks at him, gaining an offended look from you. You parted from her and snatched the bowl back as she pouted, giving you her puppy dog eyes.

''Don't play with my food.'' your voice was stern, lacing with a tone of seriousness.

Jacob snickered and moved around from the other side of the truck towards where you both were currently seated. As always, he wore no shirt or shoes, just an old pair of torn jeans and the lack of coverage displayed his defined shape that was installed deeply in your mind by now.

He caught you staring and smirked, making his way towards you. You paused, with popcorns in one hand and mouth half-open. You glanced at him in utter awe as he kept getting closer and closer until he was right in front you.

He slightly bent and brushed past you, with little to no proximity in between, and you could sense his essence utterly near to your body. From the air that he exhaled to the warmth he emitted- you felt it all.

His face was right next to yours until he picked up the tool box right behind you and pulled back with a smug look.

He liked the way you trembled when he got a little too close and how your body stops fighting to get away when you feel his scent overwhelm your own.

You had hoped that whatever this was going on between the two of you extended beyond the phase of teasing and flirting. A part of you wanted to truly believe that Jacob might reciprocate your feelings especially when it seemed like he was incapable of keeping his hands to himself in your presence; his arm was either always hung over your shoulder or was wrapped around your waist, offering comfort whenever he was near.

Besides, everyone else seemed to take note of the lingering looks he sent your way when you were focused elsewhere, or the way he sometimes softened his voice while talking to you and made extra efforts just to be around you.

Like the time Billy invited you and Bella to a friendly gathering with some of his dear friends, you were basically attached to Jacob for the whole evening, feeling like an outsider, yet didn't attempt to move even when Emily successfully got you to open up a little bit.

Even Bella was also starting to catch up to your behavior. She never saw you act like that around a boy. She raised her brow at you as you kept your eyes focused on your hands in your lap, blushing uncontrollably.

At first, it was just friendly interactions, she thought, but soon discovered it to be far more deeper than what she expected.

The topic came up one day during your ride back home.

"Y/n?" Bella called out your name, collecting your attention in one place while she shifted her gaze from the road and to you from time to time.

"Yeah?"

"What's going on between you and Jacob?" She asks. There was a certain shift in her voice that you couldn't pinpoint.

You sat straight, with a sudden rush of panic drooling in your veins. You were baffled and struggled to think straight. "Nothing's going on between me and Jacob. Why? Why do you ask? Did he say something? Did I say something?"

"No. No, nobody said anything. It's- nothing." She stuttered and started to tap her fingers on the steering wheel. "Forget about it."

A moment of silence fell in the truck and none of you made any move to ease the tension and address the elephant in the room.

Eventually, she gulped before forging the courage to speak. "Do you like him?"

You didn't know what to say. Of course you liked him but you weren't ignorant to all the drama that took place before you ever got to know he existed.

You feared saying yes would damage your friendship but saying no just felt wrong. You opened your mouth only to shut it milliseconds later and opted to stay silent until you found the right words.

Bella looked at you and then back at the road quickly. "You do like him." She stated as a matter-of-fact information.

“I think he's nice if that’s what you mean.”

"You know exactly what I mean." She remarked.

You didn't know what was so wrong about you liking him. It wasn't like you were in a relationship with anyone. Bella's irritated answer was enough to start pissing you off.

"Ok, I do like him. What's wrong with that?"

Bella faces you with the tiniest hint of offence mixed with something you couldn't make out.

"Absolutely nothing! Y/n, I'm happy for you- you're my friend!" She exclaims but it seemed more directed to herself than you.

"You don't look happy to me." You point out, crossing your arms.

Your little confrontation was enough for Bella to completely shift her attention to your dispute, ignoring the road in front.

Then you saw a shadow nearing your vehicle. ''It's-''

"BELLA!" You scream in fear and she immediately hit the brakes. You shut your eyes tightly when you heard a heavy impact against the front of the truck.

The air had gone thick and for a moment you both forgot to breathe. Bella's hands were trembling and you could read the fear on her face.

You both looked at each other before slowly getting out to examine the damage.

"Oh-" escapes your mouth when you see the deer lying on the road, in utter pain, blood flowing from its body.

"This is all my fault." Bella starts to ramble as you see the tears form in her eyes. She dropped to her knees, holding her head.

"Hey, it's not your fault'' You assure her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Then you bent down to where the injured animal layed. "It's our fault and we are going to fix it."

Bella glanced at you with confusion. You pulled up your sleeves and faced her once more. "I'm gonna let you in on a little secret- you think you can keep it?"

She barely nods when you lower your hands and place them on the deer's wounds. It cries out in pain but soon everything calms down. A low and warm golden light shines under your hands as you try to run them all over the wounds.

After a couple minutes, the scars had started to fade away and you could feel the deer feeling as good as before the accident. Once it was fully healed and ready to walk you both sighed in relief.

You ran back to the truck and pulled out a bottle of water and splashed it where the blood had marked the incident.

After that you both returned to the truck.

"That was," Bella starts after a long sigh "fucking awesome." You chuckle at her reaction and shake your head.

She looks at you with a small smile and then her demeanor shifts. She's frowning and you could read the guilt in her eyes. "I'm sorry I freaked out earlier. I don't care if you like Jacob or not. It's all just . . . going on too fast."

You breathe out. You didn't know what it meant but not knowing her full past with Jacob you restrained yourself from making any further judgements. Instead, you put on a smile and intertwined your hand with her. ''It's alright.''

Bella leaps forward and hugs you tightly whispering 'thank you'. She then returns her focus on the road.

''By the way you can't tell anyone about any of this." You reminded her, wiggling your finger.

"Oh, you'd be surprised to know how good I'm at keeping secrets." She answers and little did you know just how right she'd prove to be. "But you have to tell me everything about whatever that was you did out there."

part 2 in progress…

#x reader #reader insert #twilight #jacob #jacob black #x yn #jacob x reader #jacob black x reader #jacob black x you #jacob black x y/n

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ghosts-of-love · 19 days ago

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i must have brought this up before but does anyone else go absolutely feral thinking about the different outfits that the ghosts would wear in modern aus?

like the Captain goes for quality not quantity - the clothes that are slightly more expensive but by god they're going to out live him. he also has duplicates of some of his favourites, sometimes in different colours, sometimes not.

we already know that Pat is out here rocking every cool, patterned woollen jumper that he can but he's definitely also in the trousers that zip into shorts, right? he also has a matching tracksuit and zip up hoodie with the lines down the side.

I'm incapable of imagining Humphrey in anything but turtle neck jumpers and a pair of red corduroy trousers and converse.

Robin in jorts (he's accidentally cut through one of the pockets and keeps losing his wallet/keys/phone) and tshirts that he crops himself.

Kitty would wear those pretty summer dresses with the corsets (and pockets!) and she would accessorise the hell out of every outfit too. she's got handbags and backpacks shaped like animals.

don't ask me to explain but Mary would wear dresses too but would also wear trousers underneath, 2000s chic, I feel.

Thomas would dress like Morrissey, no question about it.

I fear that Fanny would try to copy whatever the royal family are wearing at the moment. power suits all the way. she would never show her shoulders. she aims for a Camilla style but secretly wants to be Diana.

Julian has a special tailor and a different suit for every day of the week and then some. the only time he isn't in a suit is when he's asleep. he doesn't own pyjamas, he just sleeps naked.

#bbc ghosts #interested to hear other people's thoughts on this #would you put anyone in anything different?#especially interested in Kitty Mary Fanny as I'm a bit out of the loop on popular clothes for women folk

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wolfofcelestia · 5 months ago

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V3 Survey suggestions

With Version 3 coming out, there will also be a survey. I'm sure many of you have had many ideas for how to improve the game, so before we forget any of them, let's compile them here

Please add your own additions to this post! Don't be shy!! It will let people consider them and put them on their own survey answers too!

I'll start:

New things in LADS:

Orbit playback feature - to allow us to replay directional orbit stages that we've already cleared

A "Sleeping next to him" quality time feature that lets us listen to the LI breathing. Maybe with a bedtime story that we can collect through gameplay or the chocolate shop too

An "Eating with him" quality time where you... eat with him

An alarm clock feature where we can set an alarm and our chosen LI will say good morning to us. Also maybe reminder alerts to work out and go to bed

The Kiss interaction in the cafe that the Chinese server got

More Zayne animations

More animations with visible MC interacting with the boys

Let us exchange large ascension crystals for smaller ones

Let us exchange duplicate plushie/kitty badges for something useful

Add EXP to memories used in battle after a win

Let us replay text messages so that we can choose different options

Let us replay special login greetings that autoplay during special events

Let us save our voice/language preferences for each individual LI

Make in-game friends more meaningful with interactions, power ups, etc. Such as borrowing a friend's cards for battles or having their main LI rescue us when we almost fail in battle

Have the LI acknowledge when you've made several attempts at the same Deepspace trial and encourage you further. Also congratulate us more often 🥺

More things to do in LADS:

More combat modes, especially stages we can clear daily that don't need the highest level cards and will give us diamonds

Make Abyssal Chaos harder so that the boosts actually mean something

More mini games, especially the ones that have already appeared in the game

More ways to earn diamonds through gameplay

More interactions in the cafe

Add different locations to the homescreen (for example, the LI's homes)

More Sylus cards

Improve existing things in LADS:

improve voice direction so that the voiced lines don't need to be artificially sped up

Improve English translations to line up more closely with the original scripts and the other translations

Increase/remove the weekly cap for chocolate, especially now with 5 LI

Increase/remove the directional orbit key limit

Increase the drop rate of bounty hunts

Let us permanently set our MC's appearance in the cards/battles

Let the servers get new content at the same time so the NA server doesn’t always get spoiled by other servers and the official twitter

Outfits:

More casual/comfy outfits for Zayne because he deserves it

Give us Zayne's Exclusive Tutorial outfit!

PLEASE code Zayne to choose his black shirt + sunglasses outfit less often!!

Give us the dress Sylus talks about - the one with the night sky over a river

#some of these things were what I wrote on the V2 survey but they're still important #love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #sylus love and deepspace #rafayel love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #caleb love and deepspace #to add to survey

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clementinegreye · 10 months ago

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the end of love.

pairing: aemond targaryen x wife!reader

words: 1.1k

content warns/summary: infidelity, heartbreak, angst etc. aemond cheating on his wife is not cool - but it can be poetic when he’s filled with regret.

a/n: i actually never actually use any character names so this can be read with anyone in mind, i was just thinking of aemond - as i often do. (if you go on this journey with me and consider that contextually this perhaps could follow a certain scene in season two, ahem) also this is not proof-read and written really quickly but ahh enjoy!

Every tedious beat in her chest shimmered with the glittering shards of heartbreak. It was invisible to the naked eye - but so glaringly obvious that its fragments littered the atmosphere around them.

He stood before her, breaking beneath the weight of her unwavering clemency. The injury of being so entangled with another so closely bonded that the pain he had caused her ended up maiming him too. Bruises blooming across the expanse of his affection.

There was no explaining, excusing or understanding what led him to unfurl the only threads of value in his life. Silver strands stuck in the crevices of his skin where he’d tangled his grip in another.

In pooling sapphire before him she was uncovered, glinting in the vulnerability with her ribs cracked open so he may see the damage he'd done. Every incarnadine bone was soaked with the agony born from the duplicity of his transgression as it leaked from each torn ventricle.

Forgiveness spent on the wind that whistled through the room and flickered the dance between the candles. There was none left to be offered to him, and he had no coin to acquire any having spent it all on fornication. The rain trickled down in secret patterns hinting at the undoubted end of all that was - his own personal doomsday.

Her eyes glistened with the threat of tears, not yet shed but on a dangerous precipice of slipping. That would be unfair - it would be a display of truth and openness that he did not merit. For allowing him to know how he had wounded her would be an outward acceptance that he had ever owned any form of her and that she had offered any attachment to him with open trust.

There was a certain flash of betrayal alight in the air, something archaic and distinguishable - known by women for centuries before her and would be known centuries after.

The way she burnt under his touch sent an ache through her very soul. Someone who had known her so openly and who had fed her poison from his gentle palm that was pressed so delicately to her cheek. The action itself screamed words that would never pass his lips - the violence in being vulnerable something he would never subject her to, no matter how much she craved the punch.

She could stand at the door of his heart and knock with all her might, scrape the wood with her fingertips and embed her DNA into the carvings but it would make no difference, he was bolted and locked with the silver key firmly out of her grasp.

He tasted like metal, leather and smoke. Harsh, abrasive and intoxicating. She couldn't give in, knowing that someone else had tasted what should have been hers and hers alone - in oath and vow.

Clad in black leather as smooth as the surface of the sky, protective and impenetrable it was a perfect representation of him. The moon shone above them, lighting the illicit emotion that curved in the hips he had moved his hands to. It was begging, desperate and false.

There was nothing that could be the unbinding to them.

Except his own actions.

Could there have been a time when she knew the depths of his soul, or was there always the abyss of betrayal waiting to devour her whole? Waiting to sink its darkness around her light and draw her into an inescapable absence. She had been lost in a labyrinth of him, yet he had been lurking in the shadows the entire time waiting to contain her.

Fear was such a powerful sensation - she stood in front of him tracing the edges of his silhouette with tainted eyes - fearing that everything she had given had been for a fabrication.

Sabotaged in the single breath of midnight that passed the moon's lips. There was enough love there for both of them, unevenly split and so easily covered by the presence of another outwith them.

What had possessed him to fall so ungraciously into the embrace of someone else? Did the devil in spirit convince him to ruin and vandalise the pure form of tenderness that flowed from her veins and through her?

His head fell low, burning with the molten heat of regret and the knowing that he was his own undoing. That the blush of her body would now never belong to him, that he had discoloured with disdain any flush of crimson that may have once been mistaken for devotion.

Spring would fall into summer who would dance with autumn who would be killed by winter and everything would still be the same. Change of seasons could not change the knowing that there was nothing monumental enough, not even love that could have saved him from his own demise.

He had seen to that.

Ensuring there could be no weakness from intimacy that was handed to him in front of god herself. He had to destroy the holy and pure form of adoration with a disposition so closely linked to desolation.

One moment in time was all it took.

In the cold hands of another, he had tasted the bitterness of depravity that flavoured adultery. Eschewing the comfort and honeyed sweetness that lay in the milky sheets of his own home. Where sleep could evade him and he could dream of her so safely next to him for something numbing and dark in their caress.

He had held her in the half-light of dawn when the shadows danced on her body. It had looked as menacing as he felt his soul to be and he knew the sweetness of the innocence of her admiration would decay in his macabre hands.

He slipped out beneath the moonlight, the call of motion into the sea of darkness as he pursued his weapon of destruction against the one he called his own.

The ghost of his beloved’s lips haunted his as they flushed with infidelity. The memory of her touch cascading over him in shivers while the harsh hands of that which he sought out bruised the path which they touched. He could savour the taste of her name on his tongue and know he had no right to speak it, not after the sin he had committed.

Had he little thought for consequence? Or was it exactly the outcome he had endeavoured?

That answer lay within the tainted heart of his lover, who stood before him as she uncovered the layers of his deceit and let the waves wash over them - drowning the memory of love from where it had once taken life and started to breathe.

Little disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters. I do not claim to own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters.

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #house of the dragon #hotd #prince aemond targaryen #hotd aemond #aemond x reader

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atamascolily · 20 days ago

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I decided to make a new post rather than derail the conversation on this excellent reblog chain about dramatic irony with niche fandom analysis, but one thing I think a lot about is why SHAFT titled the Rebellion sequel movie "Walpurgis no Kaiten" in the first place. They could have called it something generic like "Rising" or "Revolution," but instead they specifically emphasized they were bringing back the big bad, and they didn't have to do that. They could have made an ambiguous trailer that didn't touch on any of that and surprised us all in theaters, but they wanted us specifically to know that Walpurgisnacht was going to be there when they released the freaking title. And yeah, that was to drum up hype and it worked, and it was a great marketing move for that reason alone, but I don't think they would have done it if it also didn't work on a story level.

The same is true for the duplicate Homura reveal in the first key visual. They really didn't have to give us that, but they did. They deliberately showed us the two of them side by side because they wanted us to know and wonder why. And from that moment on, every time we see Homura, we ask, "Is this the real one or the duplicate?" because we know to ask, and we've been doing this for years before the movie's even been released. Hitchcock would be so proud!

The big plot twist of Walpurgis no Kaiten ISN'T that Walpurgisnacht is back or that there are two Homuras--two bombshells that you'd think could fill a movie in and of themselves-- because they already shouted it to the world. Walpurgis no Kaiten is going to be how and why these circumstances came about and how these two seemingly disparate facts are related, and for maximum suspense, the audience needs to know ahead of time that they're coming. This is not to say there won't be other surprises along the way, but the great thing about dramatic irony is that the story is still suspenseful and exciting precisely because you know what's coming, and it makes the movie effectively "spoiler proof" in this respect.

I would also add that dramatic irony is especially effective in tragedies, such as Oedipus Rex or Hamlet, where we know from the beginning that the main character is heading for a fall. Heck, Romeo and Juliet even opens with a prologue telling us it's all going to end in tears! This combined with the question "is it possible to overcome fate or is everything inevitable?" which is at the core of Homura's conflict with Walpurgisnacht, suggests that Walpurgis no Kaiten is going to lean very hard into the tragic elements. This doesn't necessarily mean a tragic ending--"hope" is also a key theme of the franchise--but Homura will probably have to hit rock bottom first as everything she's worked so hard to build crumbles around her.

For better or worse, Madoka Magica as a franchise is so notorious for plot twists that I think it's fitting that the creators have embraced dramatic irony for this sequel. The original anime had a lot of misleading marketing that it was going to be a conventional magical girl anime, only to pull the rug away, first subtly with framing and foreshadowing, and then dramatically by the end of the third episode. Rebellion starts in media res, forcing the audience to figure out what is going on alongside Homura before blindsiding them at the end. So how can you possibly top that in a follow-up?

Instead of trying to hide or disguise what they're doing with Walpurgis no Kaiten, the answer seems to be "tell the audience what's happening in advance and let them writhe in suspense". It's such a power move and I love it.

#puella magi madoka magica #pmmm analysis #walpurgis no kaiten #fun with tropes

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gear-project · 18 days ago

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Dual Rulers: Episode 4

Responsibility and the Shape of a Person

Spoilers (as if you didn’t already know!)

We start with a brief recap of everything that led to this point in the story, though it’s interesting to point out that the definition of those who wield Magic as Sorcerers (Mahotsukai / Houriki Magic Arts users) is already classified as something superhuman: beyond conventional Science.

Meaning, the standards and comfort people now enjoy in the 2180s is far and above our current definitions of strength, speed, and power, which explains a lot about GG’s Human characters, actually!

It is almost as if Humanity was headed towards the Crusades as some sort of dark logical conclusion.

Unika wakes up, replaying the events of the previous day in her mind, Sin’s voice having clearly shaken her resolve.

A simmering pot called breakfast presents itself (perhaps Bridget learned to cook from Jam?).

Unika turns to see Bridget quietly stitching her torn clothes back together, but is jolted from the pain in her chest from the bullet wound she recently received (cooking, medical care, AND sewing? Bridget would make a good Housewife!).

Despite the pain, Unika is met with a gentle smile, as Bridget hands her clothes back. Unika is soon surprised to learn that she had met Bridget previously at the End of War Commemoration Festival.

Unika is unsure why she was saved, but Bridget states it’s a matter of course. It’s just the right thing to do, even giving her food.

The scenery around them appears to be part of the old ruin from previous, though it appears to be a massive abandoned Liner Ship somehow caught on a large sand bar near the sea and left to rust away. Nearby the beach are ruined satellite dishes, broken and also abandoned. Did the Crusades merely reduce the Sea Level, or did Humans simply abandon ship in fear? No Man’s Lands are full of such mysteries.

Unika recalls when she activated the War Relic, and the massive destruction it caused, along with the long lines of Illyrian People held hostage to fate.

Sin’s questions play back in her mind, as fear grips her heart.

The voice of her “father” also haunts her memories, and she trembles, gripping the Access Key in her hands.

Back at the White House, U.S. President Vernon E. Groubitz reviews the intel they obtained from the events that transpired, along with Erica Bartholomew and Illyrian King Leo Whitefang.

Their attempt to retrieve the duplicate Access Key Unika had created had failed, and Leo says it’s still taking too long for citizens of Illyria to evacuate. Leo wonders who would want to make enemies of two giant countries.

Erica henceforth refers to the Terrorist known as Unika as “Agent U” under the assumption that she is working for a larger organization.

They begin to review the attacks Unika made both in Illyria and America, as well as the sabotage attempt on King Ky’s Barrier.

Vernon points out that it is extremely unusual to not have any background information on “Agent U”. Leo says there’s several existing Lone Wolf Sorcerers, but they usually leave a trail of rumors behind them. Erica observes that a powerful organization must be hiding Unika’s tracks that even exceeds American Intelligence capabilities.

They marvel at how small a time window it took for Unika to duplicate the stolen Access Key to the War Relic. Vernon says that even modern technology would make such a feat practically impossible (as if the technology was stolen from another era).

Leo understands her Anti-Gear sentiments towards Ky and Dizzy, but questions why Unika would declare an assault on the entire nation of Illyria (which is mostly human residents). He questions if it’s even worth it to make an enemy of the entire world (almost as if he’s familiar with Ramlethal’s past situation repeating itself). Vernon agrees, not sure what to make of Unika’s motivations in all this.

Erica points out Sin’s failed attempts to speak with Unika and convince her, only to get injured. Sol shot her, but Sin took control of a Dormant Gear to save her from falling off a building.

Vernon reveals the soldiers caught the entire fight on surveillance and it would have been chaos if the footage leaked. Vernon then revealed Sin’s power activation was a coincidence, as their real purpose was to show footage of soldiers shooting civilians.

Leo points out that even the payoff for scandalous footage of military killings civilians is too small for something like these events.

Just as they are about to conclude they know nothing about Unika, Vernon ponders what leads they may still have.

Back at the Beach of ruins, Unika steps out of an alcove to spy the slender silhouette of Bridget bathing in the waters near them off in the distance. Bridget’s silhouette appears to overlap with some of Unika’s memories of the past.

Later, Bridget offers her medicine for the pain, but she says she’s fine, except for the tightness in her throat. Her lingering feelings of failure.

Bridget then recalls memories of a certain failed Bounty from seven years ago (along with the fake bounties after that). It’s surprising Unika isn’t nervous over the revelation that Bridget’s a Bounty hunter in the first place.

Bridget sums up that everyone makes mistakes, but what’s more important is what you do “after”.

Unika is then troubled, not knowing what to do next. She hesitates when speaking of reporting back to her father.

After a Nightmare, Sin wakes up, wondering what has happened to Illyria. Pain lances through Sin’s shoulder, but a reassuring voice tells him to Relax.

It’s Johnny! And Illyia is safe. For the time being.

Sin’s first question is Sol’s whereabouts, but Sol simply stepped out for a bit.

Sin asks what face Sol had, and Johnny says he doesn’t memorize a man’s expressions, but asks Sin why.

Sin begins to dwell on his failure to listen to what Sol said, everything he did, and the prospect of Sol being angry with him.

Sin realized how little he really understood, how naive he was, but Sol knew it was not as simple as Sin first thought.

If Sin had failed even more, more would have been lost.

Sin feels he was in the wrong because it forced Sol to shoot Unika, and that it was all his fault for being idealistic, hoping they could talk things out.

Even the terror in the child’s eyes that he’d first met, he blames himself for all of it.

Johnny responds by flipping Sin out of bed by the bed sheets.

Johnny says young boys like Sin shouldn’t be moping around all gloomy. Johnny reminds Sin that nothing goes perfect the first time around.

He’s gotta have guts, especially when trying to win over a girl!

Sin yells that he wasn’t trying to hit on her, but Johnny says, even so, some of what Sin said DID influence Unika.

Sin’s not convinced.

Johnny replies, it’s because Illyria is still in one piece.

Johnny observes that despite everything Unika did, she wasn’t trying to hurt innocent people, even if she scared them.

Would someone like that be fine with destroying a whole country?

Sin’s motivations shift a little, as he begins to get back on his feet.

Johnny asks him if he’s ready to face Sol (not an easy question for anyone!)

Somewhat hesitant, Sin says he’s ready.

Johnny says Sol had the same face as Sin just a moment ago.

Johnny tells Sin to go, and as Sin runs off, he says those two really are a handful. (Johnny, you Million World Dollar Hero, you!)

Sol returns on the bike as Sin calls out to him.

Sin says he’s okay (even his wounds appear to heal as he says this).

Sin admits he messed up this time, but next time he’ll do things right.

Sol says that’s good, but that he shouldn’t carry the burden alone.

Sin throws Sol’s words back at him, with a smile on his face.

Sol reciprocates the smile with a small one of his own.

Sin asks Sol his motive for shooting Unika to protect everyone, but Sol responds by saying it wasn’t just everyone, it was to protect Sin in particular.

As they head back Johnny says a package arrived for them, and leaves, but the fact anyone knew where they were puts Sol on alert.

Sol draws his blade over the box, expecting a trap.

Just when they’re expecting an explosion, something “else” pops out!

An elderly voice yells at Sol to put the sword away.

It’s Doctor Paradigm. And he once more must remind everyone that HE IS A DRAGON, NOT A BIRD.

Sol demands to know why Dr. P showed up, but Paradigm says it’s quite obvious: to meet with the NEW KING OF THE GEARS.

Before we even had a chance to worry, Elphelt Valentine returns from a successful mission and avoiding a deadly trap!

Apparently the Killer Satellite barely managed to scratch Elphelt, let alone make her pink jacket dusty! (Goes to show just how powerful Valentines actually are compared to normal Gears!)

Elphelt continues to report to Jack-O’, and Elphelt reveals that it appears the lab she investigated was being used to develop bio weapons. Jack-O’ observes that even though the facility dates back to the Crusades, there was no official record of its existence.

Elphelt suspects the facility was being used to create Anti-Gear Bio Weapons (like Forbidden Beasts, known also as “Kinjuu”). However, Jack-O’ says that Gears originated from a wide variety of species, so it would be difficult to narrow it down.

Even making a universal Anti-Gear Virus would not be practical with the technology limitations from back then. It might work on specific strains of Gear genes, but there would be little time or practicality in making one.

Even if such a weapon was made back then, it would be incredibly classified, but just as Elphelt thinks to break in to the White House for answers, Jack-O’s says she has a BETTER idea!

Back to the conversation with Sin and Paradigm, Dr. P points out that because Dizzy was sealed, Sin is the Last Command Type Gear on the Planet.

Sin quickly passes on the responsibility, but Paradigm says it’s irresponsible of him (once more grumbling about Humanoids, an old habit of his).

Sin points out that he just messed up the whole Command Gear responsibility thing to begin with, when he saved Unika.

But, Paradigm reminds him, that’s EXACTLY why he’s here!

As of now, most Active Gears try to stay out of sight from humans, but if Anti-Gear Sentiment reaches a new zenith, it could break even THAT fragile sense of Peace.

Unika’s actions and movement she sparked can’t go ignored.

But, Unika is only the spark, and Paradigm reminds Sin that Humans CANNOT be trusted!

Sin is shocked to hear such words and bias from Paradigm, but then he remembers the animosity of the people he met at the old city ruin.

Whether the Gears rise or fall, lies on the one with the power to control them, the King of the Gears. That decision falls to Sin.

Sin gripes that Paradigm can’t just dump that responsibility on to him.

Paradigm offers him three Options:

One: Lead the Gears and Negotiate with Humans for the right to Exist, even at the risk of bloodshed. Sin argues it’s too sudden, but Paradigm says “better a struggle for survival, than silent extinction”.

Two: Sin could command all Gears to take their own lives, eliminating human fear of them (but this doesn’t account for Human Greed to make more).

Three: Sever all ties to Humans and leave for the Stars, or even another Dimension (very difficult, but still possible with Gear Technology and Ingenuity).

Sol gets pissed and tells Paradigm to cut the Crap.

This whole thing feels like a Con Artist Pressure Sale Pitch to Sol, and he doesn’t like it!

Paradigm says, however, want it or not, those with Power must take Responsibility.

That Fate of All Gears on Earth, now rests on Sin’s shoulders.

President Groubitz gets a call on Secure Line, it’s Jack-O’, saying she borrowed his number from Sol.

Jack-O’ reveals the intel she just got from Elphelt: and asks if they know of any secret weapons in development during the Crusades for fighting the Gears.

As far as American Intelligence history goes, they have no records of Anti-Gear Bioweapons in development from back then.

Vernon gets a confirming nod from Erica that what he just said was true to their knowledge. Vernon asks if what they found was just an outdated failed experiment.

Jack-O’ says it’s worth investigating further, and sends them an access code to the records they found from the facility.

Erica tries to access it, but the data was erased. The group behind these events got to the technology first. Based on residual data left behind from what got erased, Erica says it appears to be a wide-area Anti-Gear extermination weapon, with only cancellation records of it remaining.

However, the Lead Scientist of the Project: one Nerville Hammer!

Now acting as an American Senator and Ambassador.

Everyone is shocked to discover this information.

Sometime later, Jack-O’ arrives to meet with Sol and Sin.

Sol isn’t pleased to have Paradigm around, but Jack-O’ reveals the good news: they found the Mastermind!

Sin is surprised to learn that it’s Nerville of all people he just met.

Sol points out that’s not the part that matters: the real question they need to ask is how he obtained the military power to wage a war against both America AND Illyria at once!

And the fact he’s using technology that should not exist in this era, along with an untraceable agent in Unika.

Jack-O’ suspects it’s almost like Nerville can PREDICT THE FUTURE!

And, perhaps that Unika even CAME FROM THAT FUTURE.

Sin says he believes Jack-O’s Theory: Unika even said she saw the Future.

It’s now Jack-O’s turn to be surprised, and she proceeds to tell Sol off for not mentioning any of this to her earlier!

Sin suspects Unika is with Nerville, however…

Unika is with Bridget, and Bridget asks Unika the Shape of her Soul.

It is not easy to really ascertain one’s shape, or whom they truly are.

Bridget reveals a past that, while some assumed things about the shape of Bridget’s life, that was not the actual “shape” of that life Bridget was born in to. And this resulted in conflicts with family.

Bridget states: what others found “cute” wasn’t the same “cute” that Bridget discovered, even if the shape found was Bridget’s own, and sometimes “rough around the edges”.

There was a time when Bridget tried to impress family with strength and power, but even that didn’t feel right.

It was only after trial and error, and trying many things, that Bridget’s life took its “current shape”.

Even going against parents, your “shape” is something you can only find by yourself. That’s how it was for Bridget.

Unika then begins to ponder her own “shape”.

. . .

And so another Episode concludes. I did say beforehand “don’t say I didn’t warn you”. Some aspects of this story seem to widen the scope of GG by leaps and bounds, even if it’s within Strive’s canon for the most part.

I think many of us may suspect where all of this is going, but I still think there’s much to be resolved. Sin and Unika both have heavy fates tied to family and a rich past history.

But what about the FUTURE!?

We can theorize in circles for hours, but only the NEXT EPISODE will tell us more!

#GGDR

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sugar-crash · 7 months ago

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🍬King Candy (Wreck-It Ralph) x (gn) Reader👑

(Game Hopping Loser Reader Edition!)

(Picture’s not mine!)

(Request’s here! Alright so, this my first ever request to have such detail! I love it honestly, gives me a far clearer idea of what to do and not feel like I’m pulling stuff out of my ass.)

- No offense but I think when you get found out at first he considers you a fucking pest and a copycat, a drowned rat that ended up on his turf.

- Some MAJOR negotiation skills are needed to convince him to keep you there, and even then he throws you into the fungeon and makes Sour Bill swear to keep your presence on the low, which horrifies the poor sour drop into compliance like he usually does.

- I think he’d visit you specifically to taunt you at first, smugly dangling freedom like a carrot over your head like you’re a prized race pig, giving you that idea that he is not the benevolent king he portrays himself as till you eventually realize he isn’t what he says he is.

- He’s far too overzealous for his own good on top of that and I think in some way or another he lets it slip that he doesn’t even belong to Sugar Rush and has too much information about the arcade in its early-early days and it sparks a deal between you two that you won’t squeal in exchange for several things, like freedom, a disguise, etc…

- He keeps everything on the down low when he does it, making you help him every step of the way because Sour Bill could become a liability if he sees too much, simply telling his little assistant he finally decided to let you go.

- He really fucking hates you at first, something about you aggravates him to no end but he has to refrain from being too expressive with his hatred over you so his joyous and sweet persona is maintained.

- You act too much like him, it’s what he both loathes but slowly comes to love about you, as low as he thinks of you I think a part of him is finally relieved to have someone who acts and thinks like him to rationalize his actions.

- He gets a sense of superiority from how “better” he was at bending the reality of Sugar Rush to his command over you, you have to settle for being less than, even with your dirt on him he still has control.

- That power dynamic doesn’t exactly melt away when you guys begin having romantic feelings for one another, those soft moments between you two having that underlying edge to them that you two never seem to shake away.

- There’s a kind of shaky trust between you two, which is supported by what you know about one another, that agreement keeping you both tied to one another to the point where you two start dating.

- Much like everything else it’s a secret you both have for a long while, fleeting touches and private displays of affection that are well hidden and kept under lock and key before you two announce it in the most grandiose way possible.

- Secrets are great and all, with you two having more than you can count, but they can be rather exhausting to maintain, so becoming an actual couple in the eyes of Sugar Rush seemed like the only way you guys could be able to be there for one another.

- You guys both trust and distrust one another in a way that can’t be duplicated anywhere else, there’s both discord and harmony in the way you guys are— But still greatly dysfunctional.

- I think he tries to make himself believe that what you two have is born from convenience, I mean, gets less suspicion on him if he shows himself to have a cutesy and picturesque relationship with someone just as friendly-looking, the same thing with you—

- But it’s pretty obvious it isn’t, as much as you both probably deny it, that selfishness you both share being your strength and folly.

- Does have the habit of getting easily frustrated with you when you slip into, that “Stick to the program” mantra that was hard-coded into gaining another meaning as you two try to do hard to keep your places in Sugar Rush.

- Evil enabler couple that make each other WORSE!!

- You two perpetuate that god-awful behavior and make it even worse, helping one another with your shared charades, keeping those candy citizens and children racers oblivious about your true natures, like having a false alibi for one another when something goes awry.

- And going awry it does, literally, in the worst way possible, like doomsday kind of awry.

- Secrets can be kept for only so long after all, and you two are package deal for that downfall.

(Fvb'yl ivao h spaasl zabwpk il fvb nbfz nva aol zwpypa.)

#Spotify #turbo wreck it ralph #turbotastic #wreck it ralph turbo #king candy #turbo #x reader #king candy x reader #turbo x reader

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felassan · 8 months ago

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Cliff notes from the latest blogpost:

Customize Rook and unite the Veilguard

Max level: 50.

Gain enough exp to level up

Biggest exp boosts are from completing quests. Bigger & more momentous quests = bigger boost

Also gain exp from killing enemies, exploring and gaining levels

Gaining levels is "most efficient" when helping Thedosians or deepening Rook's Veilguard bonds

Each level gain = 1 Skill Point gain

Spend Skill Points in the Constellation Skill Tree

On the Constellation Skill Tree different skill types are different shapes -

Key

Large circle: Class (core skills & weapon proficiencies) Medium circle: Major Passive or Ability Upgrade (adds effects or modifies existing Abilities or stats) Small circle: Minor Passive or Stat Boost (increases efficacy of Abilities, passive or stats) Diamond: Ability (can be assigned to Ability slots) Small hexagon: Trait (modifies existing class skill)

Skill tree node selections are designed to harmonize into cohesive builds

Refund skill points at any time for free, individually or whole tree

Gain powerful Abilities tuned to a Spec theme after unlocking it

No faction spec restrictions

For weapon & armor advancement, duplicate items empower them to increase stats and unlock more properties

Go to the Caretaker's Workshop in the Lighthouse to upgrade and enchant Rook's & companions' equipment

Upgrades = increased stats

Each item or Ability can have a single enchantment

Each enchantment can only be used on a single item or Ability at a time

Caretaker starts off with a list of basic enchantments

Upgrade the rank of their Workshop to unlock more

Any visible armor can be transmogged to another that you have collected, at the Lighthouse Wardrobe

Some armors are appearance-only

Rook has casual outfits

Find more at some merchants or by exploring

Companions each have their own level

Each companion level gain = 2 Skill Point gain for them

Companions have quests to deepen Rook's bond with the

Main companion exp boost is from these quests

Also gain companion exp through unique conversations and decisions with them

This is on both romantic and platonic paths with them

Platonic relationships are equally important

Each companion has their own gear set

Companions have Primer and Detonator abilities

Each Primer has a matching Detonator

These can combine with each others' or Rooks

Detonations deal increased damage and stagger

Neve has a detonation ability called Icebreaker

Coming soon: More details on missions and exploration

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#dragon age the veilguard spoilers #dragon age: the veilguard #dragon age: dreadwolf #dragon age 4 #the dread wolf rises #da4 #dragon age #bioware #video games #long post #longpost

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mamamittens · 9 months ago

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You know, for the slightly personal vendetta I have against Teach for various crimes (primarily ensuring I will never have more than a handful of clips and frames of Thatch to fawn over and the entirety of Marineford), I can't help but wonder about his motivation.

And feel kind of bad for him.

Canonically, he never sleeps.

Like, ever.

And that just makes me wonder how thoroughly he has to lie to himself about how he grew up. Like, it couldn't have been totally pleasant on a pirate ship. God knows Shanks is an alcoholic and Buggy is... Himself because of the few years they sailed with Roger.

But there's also no denying how much Whitebeard's crew cared about each other.

Was it the fact that he could never be at the top with his adopted family? With so many brothers and sisters, he's almost certainly not anyone's favorite.

He seems ambitious but lacking in some ethereal, key thing. Perhaps it's his duplicity that ultimately means he could never be Pirate King in any real sense. A title like that demands pride and an upfront declaration of self.

(we're not touching the multiple personality allegations for now)

And the symbol. Three heads.

Even when he struck out on his own, he couldn't seem to imagine actually being alone. And that's kind of curious, actually.

For someone so determined to cheat and steal his way to the top, to stand out amongst the rabble as Pirate King, he chooses to identify as one of many.

What does he fill his time with, now that he's thrown away so much in pursuit of power? Dreaming is such a big theme in One Piece, so for a man literally incapable of this, what does he have?

What does Teach tell himself late at night when everyone else is asleep. When the world is quiet save the waves lapping at his ship.

Does he laugh at Thatch's betrayed ghost? Chuckle at the ridiculous way Ace threw away his life rather than ally with Teach?

Or did that get old--if he ever did it to start with.

Does he feel Whitebeard's disapproving eyes on his back when the stars go dark. That disgusted tone informing him with absolute certainty that he'll never be Pirate King.

That everything he's ever done was for nothing. Less than nothing.

Blood so thick on his hands the ultimate prize will just slip off his fingertips, no matter how desperate he gets.

If Teach can't even escape his worst parts through dreams, does he even understand their weight anymore? Or does he only know that the taste of want never leaves his tongue

Wet gasps on an abandoned deck.

Soft clattering of slick beads on cobblestone.

Late night parties fallen into silence.

A snowstorm raging all around him.

Condemnation from the only man he ever called father.

Do you regret, Marshal D. Teach?

Can you even feel it?

Or are the nights just long stretches of darkness with hollow ripples on the ocean?

#mittens muses #one piece #marshal d teach #i feel bad for him in a weirdly pathetic way #he's going to fall apart one day #and he'll deserve it #but still #did Newgate not hold out his hand to a cold child to offer the gift of warmth?#how quickly did that light fade from his heart #if it ever took to begin with

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taiyoooh · 7 days ago

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Was thinking about the death aspect in the Twisted Wonderland manga Yuu's names, and then somehow it wandered into twewy and I thought The World Ends With Yuu and laughed and thought about it more. Currently styled them in in-game clothes, but I think they'd wear some slightly different things if given the option, especially Yuuna since she seems to really like leopard/cheetah print. Yuuichi's my own, not necessarily a Yuusona, but was made to make things fair between them as the leader of their Reaper's Game team, and sufferer of the prologue. Vague story blather below

So they'd be dead and on a team called the Ghost Union (Yuurei Union), which initially had other members whose names didn't include Yuu in it, but somehow all of those members either left or got erased, leaving only the Yuus to it. The Ghost Union would eventually place last in the weekly rankings, leading to erasure, which leads to their entry into Twisted Wonderland.

They arrive one by one, starting with Yuuichi to suffer through the prologue alone, then Yuuken when the Phantom in the mines is defeated, Yuuka when Riddle's overblot is over, etc. Since I never write anything, I have time to decide whether it's the overblot being defeated or Grim eating the overblot stones, because oh boy chapter 6, and whatever's beyond chapter 7.

Playing with the idea that they can still use their pin psychs as magic, since imagination is key in both twewy and twst, but they're still having to work from the ground up with twst's magic. Also playing with the idea that the Dark Mirror couldn't sort them because their souls are damaged, as if parts were erased, and it has an incomplete idea about the shape of their souls.

Floyd's nicknames Yuuichi - Lil' Shrimpy Yuuken - Lobster Yuuka - Mantis Shrimp, or Bobbit Worm Yuuta - Big Shrimpy Yuuna - Decorator Crab

Unique ability ideas Jumpstart - can jumpstart any device/machine and power it for a few minutes. In the Reaper's Game, it was used to power up and move things around. DIY - User goes into a fugue state and crafts new items in a comedic cloud of smoke. Abused to slowly renovate Ramshackle. Pocket - With the flick of a wrist, the user can disappear/reappear items. Great for storing the team's extra clothes. Probably assigning to Yuuichi so he'd have a clean clothing nest to sleep in. Everyone complains their clothes are dirty after he returns them. Instatrendy - Automatically makes worn brands trend for a boost. Duplicate - Duplicates an item, but it does not copy over any additional attributes. Like, if a piece of clothing is duplicated, its extra abilities aren't copied over, but it will be perceived as the brand and add to its trending ability.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst yuu #enma yuuken #yuuka hirasaka #mito yuuta #yuuna oujou #the world ends with you #twewy

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ratnix · 3 months ago

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Nevermore spectres as DBD killers: Their perks

Also btw literally thinking of rewriting these posts as chapters and pinning them on my blog so they're easier to find (plus I like rereading them, what can I say I'm a narcissist)

Anyway, each character (both survivors and killers) come with 3 unique perks. I will be focusing on the killers today (or the characters I think would be killers)

I decided on the names of the perks based on the characters' background and the works they are based on

Annabel Lee (I need to say I basically copy and pasted these perks from my AO3 nevermore x dbd crossover bc I'm lazy)

• Loved you most: When missing a skill check while healing, survivors have to restart the mending

• For the Moon never Beams: The lighting in the map becomes darker for both the survivors and you

• Bright Eyes: The grunts of the survivors are intensified and the aura of injured survivors is revealed to you when they enter your terror radius for 5/10/15 seconds

Prospero:

•Illimitable Dominion: When a survivor is put in the dying state, all survivors scream for five seconds and the generator with the most process automatically regresses

•Robber in the Night: You call upon the entity to consume a survivor's object

•Masque: When you hit a survivor for the first time after being unhooked, blindness for 20/30/40 seconds is inflicted

Montresor:

•For the Love of God: When a survivor misses a skill check, their aura is revealed for 5/10/15 seconds

•Amontillado: The speed of survivors inflicted with your special power is reduced by 15%. When you hook that survivor, you receive a token. When you gain three tokens, your special power can put any survivor in the dying state for the duration of the trial

•Upon the Rails: When an injured survivor enters your terror radius while you're chasing another survivor, their grunts and blood trails are intensified

Will:

•Mirror Mirror: When a survivor interacts with a pallet near one of your duplicates, their aura is revealed to you for 10 seconds

•Peaches and Water: Survivors' toolboxes' speed is reduced by 10%/20%/30%

•I'm Sorry: If two survivors are healing an injured survivor, their auras are revealed to you

Duke:

•Fearless: Healing process is reduced by 20%/30%/40%. When a survivor misses a heal skill check, the process is reduced for double the amount

•1912: One generator farthest from you is blocked by the Entity when you hook the Obsession

•A Jester's Drowning Trick: Generators in main buildings are blocked for 120 seconds

Ada:

•Proper Lady: You become undetectable at the start of the trial for 15 seconds

•Cry: your terror radius is increased when you chase the Obsession for more than 20 seconds and is transferred to the nearest survivors

•Shattered Ax: You call upon the Entity to block a totem cleansed by a survivor in your terror radius

Berenice:

•Hex: Bloody Teeth: When you hook a survivor, the nearest survivor to the hook is exposed for thirty seconds

•Fried to the Hat: When a survivor is hit with your special power for the first time, intoxication is applied. Their movements become opposite from the keys the players use. If they press A, they move right. If they press W, they move backwards etc

•Nothing Personal: When you hit a survivor who unhooks another survivor with your special power, they are put into the dying state

#nevermore webtoon #webtoon nevermore #montresor nevermore #will nevermore #prospero nevermore #annabel lee nevermore #ada nevermore #berenice nevermore #duke nevermore #dbd #dead by daylight

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a-killer-obsession · 1 year ago

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Wavelengths [Killer x Reader, Heat x Reader]

🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

A search for a rumored Vegapunk weapon leads the Kid Pirates to an unexpected new crewmate, with a bloodlust that rivals their own and an incredible power.

CW: Please check AO3 for all current warnings, but general warning for smut, slow burn, serious gore, and really dark themes. AFAB reader, she/her pronouns. THIS IS A DEAD DOVE FIC PLEASE READ A03 TAGS BEFORE STARTING!!

Masterlist || AO3

Chapter 1 - Yin

Kid searches for a weapon, and finds something unexpected.

WC: ~6k

A/N: first of all, please read the tags on A03 before starting!!! There are some very very heavy themes in this fic! Second: this used to be a third person POV, so the first few chapters are low key riddled with typos/grammar issues. I am aware of them and I have a fix ready to go, but due to ny health I haven't had a chance to update on a pc. Please just ignore the mistakes thank you, you should only find them in the first 3 or 4 chapters I think?

Update: 9/9/24 - first 2 chapters have been corrected, so it should be more readable now!

To say the least, Kid was fucking pissed off. He'd spent months gathering intel on a weapon, tracking its movements between marine bases, researching each new location it was held at and following close behind so he could take it for himself, only for it to be moved again whenever he got close. Months of chasing, months of disappointment after disappointment as the weapon moved just as he was about to catch up to it. All his intel told him the weapon should be here. He punched the concrete wall of the marine armory with his metal arm in anger, blasting straight through the cement. His men had been swift in making their way through the marine base, but the armory held nothing but standard issue guns and blades, along with a few crates of cannon balls.

To top it all off, after months of the weapon being moved between smaller, easy to invade marine bases, this one was massive, covering the entire spring island. The base housed several thousand marines easily, along with hundreds more in training. It was a hub for all of the surrounding islands, heavily fortified and well defended, the Kid Pirates had already been here for hours to make it this far. His crew was strong, as to be expected when the captain and first mate are both supernovas, but fighting that many marines was tedious. He usually wouldn't have bothered with making trouble for himself here, the risk for a base this size was never usually worth the reward, but the weapon was supposed to be here. He had finally caught up to it, and he was more than sick of chasing his tail trying to catch it. He was going to get the weapon today, no more cat and mouse. At this rate though it would take all day to clear out the marines and search the rest of the island, and there was no guarantee it would even be here. The longer they spent here, the more he felt like his intel was wrong. He made a mental note to return to the last island and kill the weasel who sent him here, it was starting to feel like a trap.

He'd first heard of the weapon a little over four months ago, overheard in a conversation between a small, not-worth-the-effort-to-fuck-with crew in a shitty tavern on some sad shitty winter island the log pose had forced them to stay on for five miserable days. A weapon with ties to Vegapunk, capable of swift, targeted attacks, at both long and short range. But at the same time, also capable of large scale, mass casualty attacks that could clear hundreds of men in one swift motion. It immediately piqued his interest - a strong, versatile weapon to further his goal of becoming King of the Pirates. It tickled his curiosity, he wanted to know what made this weapon tick, maybe even pull it apart to figure out the mechanisms and duplicate it.

He didn't know much else about the weapon, except that it used something to do with shockwaves. Or vibrations, or something. The intel was unclear. All he knew was he wanted the weapon, and tracking it had become somewhat of an unhealthy obsession. If anyone on the crew had anything to say about the matter, he couldn't care less. He had to have the weapon, he deserved it. And it was supposed to be here. Other than that, all he knew was the weapon's codename: Project Yin.

He let out an angry growl as he turned to leave the armory. It had to be on this base somewhere, he just had to figure out where. Followed closely by his first mate, Killer, he moved back through the crowds of marines that continued to fight his men. He barely took notice of them as he moved to the next building in the complex, letting Killer cut down anyone who dared to approach and knocking down marines that stood in his way with his metal arm like they were nothing more than annoying bugs.

The next building they came to seemed to be some sort of main office complex. Maybe the weapon was held in the safe in the Commodore's office or some shit, at the very least he could find the cunt and torture the information out of him. The way this day was going, he was itching for some good old fashion torturing. He broke down the door with a heavy kick, letting it slam to the floor and walking over it, his heavy boots leaving bloodied footprints on the fallen door, which creaked as it threatened to break under his weight.

The first room he entered seemed like some sort of basic office setup, with desks arranged around the space in neat formations, papers and file folders and various stationary items arranged in tidy, disciplined setups over most of the desks. The walls of the room were lined with filing cabinets and bookcases, broken up by the occasional pot plant or commercial sized printer. The back wall had a sturdy looking door with a keypad-style lock. Experience told Kid that behind it was likely either something valuable, or some sort of holding cells. Either way he would find out.

He used his devil fruit to rip the heavy metal door from its hinges, directing it away from him and breaking apart several desks as it crashed through them. He stomped through the room, followed by Killer who's light footsteps were barely audible. To Kid's annoyance, it was in fact a holding cell. He let out a huff, and turned to continue his search elsewhere, pulling drawers randomly from desks and emptying their contents on the floor, when his first mate pressed a hand to his chest, stopping him.

“Someone is in there,” he told Kid, his striped mask turned in the direction of the holding cell, “I'm sensing a strong haki, and someone else as well. Strong one might be the commodore”

Kid grumbled but took heed, he knew Killer's instincts were always reliable, and his observation haki was exceptional, it was worth a quick look at least. He turned back to the cells with an annoyed sigh and made his way inside.

At first glance it was empty. A cold, dark cell with typical iron bars to his left, and a plain looking desk, for assumedly whoever was keeping watch over the prisoners, to his right. A small light hung above the desk, barely lighting the space with an orange glow. Killer strolled past him to the desk, moving behind it with swift movements and bending down. Kid heard a yelp as Killer pulled up a man by his uniform collar who'd been hiding behind the desk. ‘Tsk, fucking coward’

He had to laugh, looking at the man. Judging by his cowardice he had assumed the marine was some poor desk jockey grunt, out of his depth against actual enemies, but to Kid's amusement the coward's uniform revealed him to be the Commodore himself. The Captain gave Killer a sly smirk and a nod, and Killer quickly pinned the pathetic marine to the wall, the curved blade from one of his wrist gauntlets pressed to the man's throat. A thin line of blood dribbled down his neck as the blade pressed into it, breaking the skin with precise pressure to add to the intimidation.

Kid approached the man with his usual cocky demeanor, his smirk quickly replaced by a frown as he remembered why he was here. Fed up with the runaround, he wanted answers now.

“Where's the weapon,” he growled, “we know it's here, tell me where it is and we'll make your death quick. Hold off on the info, or lie to us, and my friend here will peel your skin inch by inch and feed it to you till you're nothing but bare muscle, then he'll really start to have fun with you”

“Don't you fucking dare,” a cold voice came from the dark cell behind him.

Kid's head whipped in its direction, rage bubbling quickly as he absorbed the clear disrespect. Without hesitation he ripped open the bars of the cell with his devil fruit, racing inside and grabbing the human within with his metal arm. He closed his fist around their neck, holding them up by it and letting them dangle.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” He spat at the thin, tall woman in his grasp who stared back at him with cold eyes.

“I said, don't you fucking dare,” you replied with little emotion, “are you deaf or just fucking stupid?”

He slammed you against the back wall of the cell, holding you high against it so your feet dangled well above the floor. The faint light from above the desk revealed your messy purple hair that fell to your waist, your unhealthy complexion, scattered with small lilac freckles, and your dirty, torn, marine uniform that hung off your thin frame. Your hands hung limply in front of you, bound by seastone cuffs, the style that had no chain between each cuff. Under them were raw wounds from the constant rubbing of stone against skin.

“And why the fuck would I listen to a slut like you?” He laughed, tightening his grip on your neck, careful to leave just enough space for you to reply.

“Because that's my kill,” you replied nonchalantly, wheezing slightly, but acting like the metal hand around your neck was nothing more than a pretty necklace. You'd had worse. “I'm going to kill that rapist bastard myself, let me out of these cuffs or I'll fucking kill you too”

Kid didn't think for one second that this lanky, feeble looking woman in front of him could even scratch him, but his brow raised in curiosity, his metal hand loosening its grip on your neck ever so slightly

“This pig raped you?” He asked, his flesh hand pointing at the commodore. Kid was a murderer, the worst kind of blood thirsty savage, but he didn't fuck with rapists. That was sick, even by his standards.

“Every fucking chance he got,” your voice was laced with absolute venom. His hold on your neck retracted immediately as his rage quickly redirected back to the commodore, and he let you fall back to your feet. You wobbled a little as you regained your balance, but didn't even attempt to rub at the bruises that were quickly forming on your neck, your piercing eyes locked on to the marine who had caused you years of suffering.

“Let me out of these cuffs,” you asked flatly. Usually Kid wouldn't tolerate being ordered around, but his curiosity was getting the better of him. How the fuck could this skinny bitch possibly kill a commodore? He'd probably kill you first, but at least it'd be entertaining.

“Please don't,” the commodore begged, “please just kill me yourself, please for the love of the everything, please, I'll tell you everything I know, don't let her near me”

Now Kid was really curious, and he shared a look with Killer. His striped mask hid his expression, but he knew his friend well enough to know that under the mask was likely an intrigue that matched his own.

“The keys are in the desk drawer,” you stated with a strained voice, trying to move the situation along. You were eager to get started and it seemed like these pirates were going to give you what you wanted. You recognized them from their wanted posters, though given their reputation you were surprised at the captain's reaction to your rape allegations.

Kid flashed another brief look at you, then strolled to the desk, pulling open the drawer and retrieving a set of keys. He returned to you and opened the cuffs, his eyes scanning you carefully, while your eyes never left the commodore, who was shaking in fear now.

Before the cuffs even hit the ground, your eyes changed from [e/c] to a strange, unnatural pink-gray. There was no longer a defined iris or pupils to your eyes, only pink-grey sclera. A quiet trickling sound came as the commodore pissed himself, and Kid laughed in amusement. What the fuck was this skinny little girl going to do to him? He gave Killer a nod as he walked out of the cell, and Killer grabbed the marine by the back of his neck. He dragged the man to the cell, throwing him in front of you and standing back with Kid to observe with equal curiosity.

The marine scampered backwards, pressing his back against the wall as you smiled cruelly at him, twitching ever so slightly. You raised a hand slowly, leveling it in front of you like you were reaching out. The commodore spilled out a slew of apologies, begging for forgiveness and his life. It occured to Kid suddenly that you might actually kill him.

“Wait, fuck, don't kill him yet,” he interrupted, “we need to know where the weapon is”

“I can show you where,” you replied, a toothy grin on your face as you approached the commodore.

“I'm not talking about some piss poor gun,” he grumbled, “I'm looking for something more importa-”

“Yin,” you cut him off, “I'll show you where she is”

Kid almost killed you himself right there and then for interrupting him again, but he was startled at the same time by the fact that you obviously knew the weapon he was here for. Clearly you were more useful to him than the commodore. You turned your head slowly to look at him, and you could tell by the way his heart beat faster that the look in your unnaturally coloured eyes unnerved him to say the least. They were lifeless, yet somehow glazed over with a look he recognized as bloodlust.

“Alright,” he relented, just wanting those creepy eyes to stop staring at him, “go ahead then.”

You gave him a grin that sent a shiver down his spine, and much to Kid's dismay you maintained eye contact with him as the commodore began to scream. The scream quickly turned to shrill, blood curdling shrieks, and Kid broke the harrowing eye contact to look at the marine. You hadn't touched him, but he was red and sweating. His skin was blistering like he was boiling alive, and his hair began to shed from his scalp and fall to the floor in clumps. All of a sudden the redness faded, and his skin became pale and clammy as his lips turned blue and he began to shiver violently. Then red again. Then blue.

You began to laugh. If anyone were to hear it out of context, they would describe it as playful, pure joy. The laugh of an innocent girl playing in a field of bright wildflowers on a temperate spring day. You were enjoying yourself more than someone just taking petty revenge, it was clear to the pirates that you were a little more than fucked up in the head and entirely mercilessly as the marine writhed and screamed in pain. Kid swore he felt his dick twitch looking at you, a woman that mirrored his own fucked up bloodlust.

“Alright,” he interjected, before his dick could get any further, “we don't have all day, get it over with”

You flashed him a sweet smile and winked at him. “Here comes the big finish!” you laughed, “he always loves when I make him blow his load!”

The marine's head began to vibrate to the point of looking blurry to the naked eye, and with one last scream his skull burst open, sending blood, brains, and bone fragments flying in a horrific display of gory confetti. Kid braced an arm over his face to protect himself, but when he put it back down he found unexpectedly that he was clean. Some kind of invisible wall stood between him, and the now headless body that was slumping to the floor, blood spurting from the severed arteries as his heart made its last few feeble pumps. The strange wall released, and the pink mist that had adhered to it fell to the floor with a splash, forming a perfect semicircle around the body. You twitched and laughed maniacally at the sight, it had been so long since you'd had this much fun, and Kid looked at Killer with astonishment. ‘What the fuck kind of devil fruit did this girl have?’ they both thought to themselves.

After several minutes of manic laughter as the pirates stood in shocked silence, you finally settled yourself, wiping your tears of joy from your eyes and picking the seastone cuffs back up. You didn't put them on, just held them. It had the effect of making your eyes return back to the natural colour they had previously been, much to Kid's relief.

“Follow me,” you finally broke the silence, pracing past them with a near skip in your step and out of the room like nothing had even happened. The pirates followed you quietly, trying to process what they'd seen. They'd done some pretty fucked up shit before, but they'd never seen a woman act like that. Both of them were sporting half hard dicks at this point, but neither would admit it. Kid had already made the decision in his mind to offer you a ride to the next island, in the hopes he would get a chance to see what this ruthless, feral woman would look like speared on his dick. You may have been practically skin and bones, and had barely anything in the way of tits or ass right now, but the pure psychopathic energy radiating off you was enough for him to want to fuck you. Nothing quite like the thrill of a woman who could kill you in an instant to keep things fresh in the bedroom, he always did like a challenge.

They followed you back through the office, to a set of stairs on the left of the room. You'd been at this particular base for a few weeks now, often pulled to the commodore's office so he could have his fun with you, so you knew the layout well. At the top of the stairs was a smaller, private office with a single large, ornate desk. A large leather chair sat behind it, with two smaller wooden chairs to match the desk in front. You let the cuffs fall to the floor as you approached a painting of a quaint landscape on the wall, climbing up onto a small filing cabinet in front of it and ripping the painting from its hooks. You threw it to the floor with no regard, revealing the safe that had been hidden behind it. You'd seen it before when the commodore had used its contents to taunt you, he had a similar set up at every base he'd dragged you to, he was a man of habit. You pressed your hand to the cold metal, and the pirates heard it vibrate along with the sound of pins falling into place as you unlocked it with your fruit. You opened the door with a strained grunt, it was clear that physically you were quite weak. The starvation hadn't helped, but you'd never been very strong.

“There you are baby!” you squeaked, reaching for something in the safe and pulling out a puffy yellow and teal jacket. You quickly slipped it on, hugging yourself with a gleeful sigh and enjoying the familiar warmth and weight of the long loved jacket.

“Oi, quit fucking around,” Kid growled, “we're not here to play dress up, where's the fucking weapon”

“Yeah yeah,” you grumbled, continuing to rummage in the safe, “I'm working on it. Ah huh! There it is!”

You turned away from the safe, sitting on the cabinet with your legs hanging over the side towards them, and slid a helmet on to your head. It was almost like a set of large, white, over-ear headphones, with a shiny, clear visor stretching over the entire front, from just past your nose to the apex of your head where it met the band of the ‘headphones’. The ears of the headphones were rounded and trimmed in a periwinkle blue, with some sort of small antenna extending up from the left ear. You fiddled with the rounded parts of the ears, revealing that the outer segments were actually dials of some sort, and the visor suddenly tinted to a deep purple. You let out a contented sigh and relaxed, leaning against the wall behind you.

“That's it?” Kid huffed, “a fucking mask? Where's the fucking weapon, this is your last warning to quit fucking me around”

“No, you fucking idiot, the mask isn't the weapon,” you grumbled, “you're looking at her”

Kid was silent. He didn't at all understand what you were trying to say, and was about to absolutely smash this insolent woman into the wall till she was nothing but a thin layer of red paint. Killer shook his head in disappointment at his idiot captain, quickly connecting the dots.

“Yin, I presume,” he said gruffly.

“That's my name, don't wear it out,” you smiled. Of course, it wasn't your real name, but you'd been called Yin for so long that nobody even remembered what your real name was at this point, including yourself. It was the codename you had been given as a weapon, and to the marines that was all you were, so they never bothered with your real name.

“I don't understand,” Kid mumbled, his eyes flicking between you and his first mate. He felt like he was being left out of a joke, and was moments away from raging.

“I'm the weapon, dumbass,” you said, annoyed now. You looked at Killer, pointing at Kid with a boney finger, “is he always this stupid?”

Killer gave an amused huff in reply, and Kid scowled at him.

“Sorry but I'm finding it very hard to believe that some skinny little marine whore I just found in a prison cell is an army destroying weapon” Kid grumbled, crossing his arms.

You sighed and slid off the cabinet, pulling a few more seemingly confiscated personal items from the safe and tucking them into your jacket pockets. You strapped a gaudy lilac leather holster to your thigh and slid a dagger into it, before strolling across the room to a set of french doors that led to a small balcony. You opened them and stretched, enjoying your first taste of fresh air in weeks.

“Come see for yourself then,” you cooed, beckoning to him with a single finger in a ‘come hither' motion, leaning against the doorframe in a seductive manner with one foot raised against it. Kid grumbled and followed you out to the balcony. Once the two pirates were outside with you, you quickly scanned the battle ensuing below and pointed at a large mass of marines that were holding back, waiting nervously to jump in as the Kid pirates took down those that had come before.

“Any of your men over there?” you asked Kid, “I can show you the ‘army destroying’ move I'm known best for, but it doesn't discriminate” you explained, making mock quote marks with your fingers.

Kid glanced below the balcony at his men. All the ones he cared about were close to the building below them, if a few henchmen were out where you'd pointed it'd be no love lost. He gave a grunt and nod of approval.

“Alright then, see you on the battlefield I assume,” you replied, pausing for a moment as you remembered your current, less than ideal physical state, “it's not going to be as big as normal, and I'm only going to be able to manage the one burst so it'll be all manual labor after that” you explained, patting the dagger on your thigh, “they've been starving me pretty good so I'm a bit fucked up at the moment, but I think you'll be impressed anyway.”

Without another word you hopped up onto the balcony railing with one graceful jump, gave the men each a playful wink, and with a silent prayer that you were even still capable of moon stepping that far, you began towards the location you had pointed out, gaining height as you moved with impressive speed. It was hard work, given your state, but you managed it, fighting against the strong ache in your long-dormant leg muscles. As you approached the area you began shooting directly upwards, and when you felt you had gained the height you wanted, you paused, moon stepping in an even rhythm to hover in place and looking back at the balcony. Kid and Killer were watching you intently, and you gave a little wave and smile, then made one especially strong jump.

You flipped yourself midair, moon stepping upside down as you hit the apex of the flip, using the downwards force along with gravity to propel yourself towards the ground. You flipped back upright as you shot towards the ground, one leg extended and straight as the other bent up.

“METEOR WAVE!” you yelled moments before you made contact with the ground, adrenaline pumping as you unleashed your signature move for the first time in years.

Kid and Killer watched in amazement as wave after wave of marines screamed out in pain and fell lifeless in an increasing large circumference around you, forming a circle of corpses that grew wider and wider. The collective screaming increased in volume as the number of affected marines grew in proportion with the diameter, before it quickly died out altogether. In mere moments at least five hundred marines had been slaughtered, and now lay in piles forming a perfect circle around you, and you stood proudly in the center, laughing and waving at Kid and Killer like a kid that just made your parent's watch you go down a slide at the park. They could only imagine how large the circle would be if you were at full power, you truly were a human weapon.

A shocked silence rang out across the battle as the other participants registered the carnage. The marines, realizing what had happened, turned away from the Kid pirates to rush you, while you were already reaching for your dagger, a coy smile on your face as you prepared to engage them. You moved fast, it was clear to any onlooker that you made up for your physical weakness with speed and agility, but Kid was taking no chances with your safety given your current weakened state.

“Protect her,” was all he said to Killer, before swinging himself over the railing to join the battle. Killer sighed and activated his punishers before hopping up onto the railing and moon stepping towards your location.

Given how many enemies you had taken out, it wasn't long before the last scraps of marines were retreating to their ships and fleeing from the island. Kid gave the orders for the compound to be raided and any useful supplies and loot to be loaded onto the ship in preparation to set off. It was a well stocked base, so he was chuffed with the amount of medical supplies, food, weapons and treasure they were able to take, the ship would be filled to the brim. On top of that, he had his new weapon. The day had turned out well after all, and he was in a significantly better mood.

He looked around the battlefield, scanning the area for his new toy, and spotted you happily skipping towards him with a half eaten apple in hand, and a disgruntled looking Killer following closely behind you. He hadn't had to protect you at all, you had been more than capable of holding your own with nothing but a dagger and the last fumes of your energy. It was a strange sight, the two of you walking together. You both wore face-obscuring masks, both covered in blood with confident walks that spoke of your satisfaction after a good battle, and yet you were so different from him. You were tall by normal standards for a woman, but next to Killer, an absolute beast of a man, you were still a tiny, lanky thing, skipping along with such outward joy while his brooding frame followed close behind, devoid of visible emotion. Only your mouth was visible, and you wore a wide grin as you took another bite of your apple.

“So? Do I live up to the hype?” you giggled, taking another bite and relishing the fresh fruit. On the rare occasion you did receive food, it was usually old and stale, sometimes even moldy. A simple thing like a fresh apple was a delicacy to you.

“I don't say this often, but I'm impressed,” he admitted. He gave Killer a nod, and Killer quickly grabbed you, making you drop your apple as he restrained your arms behind your back. “Unfortunately that means you belong to me now.”

“Oh come on!” you grumbled, pouting at your dropped fruit, the bitten side now coated with dirt, “that was a really fucking good apple, you absolute dickheads. Besides, you can't just tame me like that.”

“Look at yourself,” Kid laughed in confidence, sure that you were too exhausted by now to use your devil fruit, considering you hadn't used it at all since performing the shockwave move, “Killer could snap you like a twig.”

You sighed, annoyed now. To be fair, you were exhausted, but the apple had been serving to replenish your energy, so you had a little left in your reserves, enough to defend yourself and make a point anyway. “One chance, let go, or I'll make you let go.” Killer made no effort to move, so you sighed again. “Alright then, hard way it is.”

Killer let out a sudden, deep groan and quickly released you, stumbling back a few steps and almost tripping. Even with the mask, it was clear from his exposed neck that he was bright red and flush with embarrassment.

“What the fuck did you do?” Kid yelled. He stepped towards you, metal arm raised, threatening to grab you himself in defense of his friend. You smiled sweetly back at him, your head cocked to the side in feigned innocence as you repeated on him what you'd just done to Killer.

It began as a small flutter in his abdomen, increasing to a strong spark that traveled further and further down, till it encompassed his entire dick. In mere seconds he found himself falling to his knees and letting out a deep, carnal moan as the heaviest orgasm he'd ever experienced rocked through him, and he came in his pants suddenly and without warning.

You laughed and closed the space between the two of you, sliding a finger under his chin and raising his face to look up at you as he panted. “Are you going to be a good boy now?” you cooed down at him.

Kid slapped your hand away and fell back on his ass, sitting on the dirt, his usually pale face now as red as his hair. He couldn't bring himself to look at Killer, who he realized now had similarly creamed his own pants moments ago. Kid made an annoyed huff and crossed his arms and legs like a scolded child.

“I'll take that as a yes,” you purred, “and you?” you continued, looking at Killer who was not so subtling making an attempt at hiding the wet stain on the front of his pants, shimmying the blue sash that hung around his waist till the loose ends were at his front. He grumbled and sat in the dirt next to Kid, admitting defeat. He had expected resistance, but he was used to violence, not… whatever the fuck that was. He couldn't even process it.

“Good,” you chirped, pulling another apple from the pocket of your oversized puffy jacket and sitting on air, having made a hard surface with your devil fruit the same way you'd made a wall earlier.

“The moment the commodore came hiding in the jail cos of you lot, I'd already decided I was going to join your crew,” you explained, taking a bite of the apple, “I'm sick of being a government pawn, and your crew has a reputation for being ruthless, it suits my needs. I'm not looking for some piss baby crew like the Strawhats, I like killing, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. But as you know, I'm a human weapon. I'm a hot commodity, so I'm not just about to be your bitch. I could kill you both right now before you even had the chance to react, without ever moving from this spot, and that's while I'm half starved and out of practice.” You paused to take another bite of your apple, closing your eyes and swaying happily at the juices coating your tongue, before sighing and continuing your monologue.

“You have no sway with me whatsoever, so don't even think about trying to threaten me again. That was your warning, next time I'll just kill you, I no longer have no time or tolerance for assholes, the marines have taught me a valuable lesson about that. You both have my respect, due to your reputation, but you do not have my trust. I'll come with you, I'll be your weapon, I'll follow orders like a good girl. But I will not do grunt work. I don't do chores, I kill for you, and that's it. Otherwise I'll do as I please. You'll give me my own room, you'll give me a fair share of any loot, and above all you and your men will not touch me without my permission. I expect to be treated with the same level of regard as a commander, if not - higher than a commander. Those are my terms. If you want me to be your weapon then you'll agree to them, otherwise I'm walking away.”

Kid was silent as he mulled over your conditions. He had to consider how powerful you could be at full strength, even if you were fucking irritating. Your display today had been impressive, on its own it would have been enough to carry the weight of your demands. Really you weren't asking for much, just to be a kept woman really, it wouldn't take much effort on his part to have a storage room cleared and converted for you, and otherwise instructing his crew to keep their hands to themselves. They knew his policy on rape anyway, it would be a death sentence if they touched you without your consent, either by your hand or his. As for the no chores, it would be harder to convince them that it was fair, but he hoped your impressive display today would be enough to keep them quiet.

“Fine, but you have to go through initiation just like everyone else,” he finally broke the silence.

“That's fair I guess, what do you do for it?” you had butterflies and were doing your best to not let it read on your face how fucking excited you were to get out of here, you'd honestly do whatever it took to be part of the Kid Pirates if it meant getting your freedom.

“Seven days tied to the mast, no food, minimal water. If a storm hits, or we get attacked, that's a you problem”

“Bathroom breaks?”

“Once a day, toilet only. Piss on my deck and I'll make you clean it with your tongue”

“No seastone, rope or normal chains only”

“Fine,” Kid grumbled.

“Alright then, you got yourself a deal,” you stretched out a hand to him. He stood and clamped it with his flesh hand, sealing the agreement with a smirk that mirrored your own.

“Welcome to the crew, scrawny bitch” he laughed.

“Thanks Captain,” you laughed back. A bright future was ahead of you, you could feel it.

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