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vclvetfleur · 6 months

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Freak Show Chapter 4

Buggy x fem!reader

Summary: After a sudden discovery of your new found attraction a lot of tension builds. While Cabaji and Vivienne find an escape plan to get the two of you out

TW: Smut, MDNI, Dom Buggy

Notes: This is about to get so fucking good. I couldn't wait to end the enemy part like i planned

Chapter 4: Circus tricks

Oh my fucking god? What is wrong with you? You try to hold your composure, taking in breaths before reappearing.

You wiggled your way out of his grasp, deciding to keep this newfound attraction hidden. You were still enemies at the end of this. This had to be some kind of cabin fever. You were going crazy. You had to be. You swung your fist towards him, clearly not fast enough as his hand caught yours. “Oops. Too slow.” He mocked, pinning your hand above your head. You tried to wiggle the other out before he gripped your other wrist too, paralyzing it near your head, parallel to your left hand.

Your breath stiffened, tugging on your wrists, trying to pull away. “Oh no, what happened? Not so scary as you try to play off, huh?” Buggy said in a hushed voice, leaning towards you, his face inches from you.

You avoided his eye contact, feeling a deep sudden shame overcome you.

Buggy moved your wrist to one of his hands, his large gloved hand gripped over both your smaller wrists as he gripped your jaw, his thumb resting on your lips and his other fingers gripped under your chin. “Look at me!” He demanded. He stared you down as if a hungry starved animal staring down a helpless deer.

You took a risk, moving your front teeth over his thumb, biting down on it. “FUCK!” He shouted, letting go of you before striking you. “Fucking psycho!” he continued to cuss under his breath, complete obscenities. e

You tried to free your hands, unable to as the grip Buggy had tightened. “No, no, no. You’re not going anywhere.” Buggy taunted. This was always like a little game with him. He knew he could kill you as soon as he wanted, but it was like a cat taunting his prey before actually going in for the kill. “Aren’t you gonna fight?” He wondered. You usually would kick and throw some punches, but you were frozen in place. “Did you actually give up? So early?” He asked, a smile creeping up on his painted face.

“I’m not giving up. I just know you have no guts. You have no knife. What could you possibly do?” You confronted. “You’re weak. You’re just a clown who does a circus trick.”

“And you’re just a whore who hides.” Buggy struck back.

You stared the other down, silence falling over one another. The silence was loud. Louder than any kind of battle you’ve ever been in.

“Don’t look at me like that.” You broke the silence as you watched his eyes soften at your gaze. You weren’t sure if it was pity or some other kind of hidden emotion he was trying to show you. Either way, there was something you didn’t trust about it.

A sudden rush came over you, your eyes fluttered shut as you felt him crash into you. His stubble rubbed against your softer skin. You felt your hands being freed and a soft yet slightly rough touch grip your cheek. It was as if it was something he always had on the back of his mind, but never had the guts to do. Buggy was always such a coward.

Even though this was a newfound feeling, you needed this as bad. As if you had been waiting for years. The longer your lips moved with each other, the sloppier it got. You gripped his arm, running your fingertips along his muscles as he kept himself hoisted up, trying not to crush you under his body. Even though he felt incredibly weak against your touch. A second broke as you were pulled away from the kiss. Buggy sat up, staring you down, wondering what his next move would be. Either apologize for his actions or completely forget this even happened.

“Fuck it.” He mumbled under his breath. “Take that shit off.” He ordered you as his arms snaked around you to undo your clothes with your help. You nodded quickly and obliged as you began to unbutton your corset, fully exposing yourself to him.

You hear him cursing under his breath, taking the sight of you before feeding into his urges once more. You moved your lips against his, wondering if any of his makeup was rubbing off of you. You moved the thought past you quickly though. His hand came up, cupping and massaging your breast. You left a whimper against his lips causing him to smirk a bit at how easy it seemed for him to make you fall into him.

“You’re such a fucking whore.” He mumbled, breaking the kiss just to mock you bringing himself right back to you. You smacked his cheek, warning him to watch what he said, but it seemed to just entertain him even more. He lowered his lips down to your jaw, leaving sloppy kisses across your jaw and neck, biting and sucking on sections of skin as he chose to. Every small bite left you letting out small gaps and hums as you tried to compose yourself well enough in front of him. “You’re so sensitive.” He whispered in your ear before kissing right under your ear. “And easy.” He continued with his double meanings. Of course, Buggy would tell jokes while trying to get you to fuck him.

“Buggy, could you please shut up before I regret this any more than I do?” You warned him. But he knew you wanted this. With a small bite across your collarbone, you fell weak against him, letting another noise escape your lips.

“What was that again? You really want me to stop?..” He teased, pulling his lips off your body, bringing his other hand to your waist, pulling you close to him. His other hand laid on top of your breast, massaging them before bringing your nipple in between his fingers. His face only an inch from yours as your breathing grew faster. “Seems like you’re really enjoying yourself… no?” He asked you.

Your bottom lip, brought between your teeth to keep yourself from revealing how much you enjoyed yourself. His hand dropped from your waist as your skirt was being pulled up by his hand. You never realized how much he could really do with his abilities. The disgusting thoughts of it flooded your mind.

“Come on… tell me. Are you enjoying yourself? Are you entertained?” He continued to annoy you. His fingers traced your thigh before finally making it to the start of your skirt. He slowly traced down your panties, moving them over to the side.

“Fuck…” You whimpered, not even being touched by him. You bucked your hips, desperate for him to actually touch you.

“Nu-uh… tell me. And I’ll reward you.” He need to completely dominant you. This was something he would hold over you forever. And you both knew it. Whatever this would be after you both were to escape, this would just be a constant reminded that he had you practically begging for him.

“Fuck- why are you so goddamn annoying?” You whined, meeting his stare as he couldn’t help but watch you. Everything he did, showed on your face how much you actually desired it.

He loved this newfound power he now could use against you. Even if it would be for a few minutes… or hours. However far you’d let him take it.

“If I'm so annoying… why do you want me to touch you so bad?” He made a point. You huffed, your lip slightly pouting at the annoyance he was putting you through right now.

“Fine… I’m entertained… is that what you wanted so bad?” You gave in. He let out a light laugh. Before bringing you into another kiss. His hand finally pressed against your core. His thumb rubbing circle against you, applying slight pressure. His pacing started slowly, speeding up until he figured out the exact speed that you needed. You gripped onto his arm tightly, allowing yourself to moan against his lips.

You felt him getting harder against his pants as he rubbed himself against you. He needed you but was focused on making you feel good before he could put any kind of energy and focus on himself.

This felt like the worst, but best decision at the moment.

“You’re fucking soaking.” Buggy hushed as he pulled his hand away for a second. His two fingers teased the outside of you before slowly sliding them in. You gasped, pulling away from him. You cursed obscenities under your breath, your head thrown back as you tried to catch your breath. “I want you so bad,” Buggy admitted. “For a while now.” You looked up at him, confusion coming over your face, wondering how long has he even felt this. This had just occurred for you, but how long has it been for him? He took notice, feeling exposed at his own doing. He assumed this was also the case for you. “Oh, don’t pretend you haven’t had thought about it too. We both could’ve killed one another long ago.”

It's true. You’ve had the chance. Sure, you couldn’t slice him or shoot him or whatever. But you’ve had chances at throwing him overboard. And there were definitely times he could’ve cut your throat open, but he never took that chance. You assumed it was for the same reason you never killed him. This was just too fun of a game you both played. This was a bit deeper for him though.

“Now, I get to do what I’ve been wanting to.” He quickened his pace, wanting the embarrassment of being vulnerable to end.

You laid back, unable to keep yourself up. You felt yourself almost hitting your limit before finally hitting your climax. You tried to catch your breath, but Buggy was too persistent on seeing you like that again. He moved himself off of you, undoing your skirt, furiously pulling it off of you, along with the panties. You were fully exposed to him.

He spent a moment watching your body, taking in details of what you looked like bare. Seeing all the marks, scars, and everything he would’ve never seen unless you laid naked in front of him like this.

His hand ran over your body, almost like touching an old piece of art, scared to completely break you.

“You enjoying the show?” You teased. He nodded, being kneeled down at your feet.

“Quiet a lot. Yes.” He admitted. He leaned forward, pushing your legs apart from each other, giving him room between your legs. He placed them above his shoulders before pulling your hips towards him. He pressed his mouth over your cunt, leaving small licks across your lips.

“fuck..” You whispered, giving Buggy more confidence. He pulled you even closer to him, your hips rising from the floor. He stared you down intensely, his licks becoming faster, taking his time to figure you out. Every whimper let him know exactly what you wanted from him. He listened to everything you let come out of your mouth. You attempted to grip onto something to trick yourself from not being too loud. You realized how stupid it was for the marine to even put you two in a room together. Their plan failed terribly.

You bucked your hips towards him, wanting him more and more. Your whimpers got louder and louder, still not coming down from the high Buggy had given you earlier. His tongue entered you, fucking you with his tongue, watching as you came apart in front of him. His tongue moved back to your clit as his fingers replaced his tongue, moving quickly into you, curving a bit at each stroke. It didn’t take long for you to finish once again. Buggy licked up the mess you left, putting you down. He leaned forward “Taste yourself.” He demanded before forcing a kiss. “You tasted so good.” He complimented. You sat up, pulling away from him before reaching over to undress him. He. Reached to stop you, pulling away soon enough. He began getting in his thoughts. He was just wondering how this was even happening. His wildest thoughts finally became reality.

You removed his stripped shirt, throwing it off to the side. You rested your hands over his chest, looking up at him. You felt like you finally had some control in this situation. He shuddered at the suddenness of your touch, watching you intensely, seeing what your next move would be. You ran your hands down his chest, to his stomach, feeling the bumps of scars he’d acquired over the years. You ended at his waistband, adjusting yourself in front of him. You didn’t pull them off just yet. Your hands wandered farther down, feeling his hard-on through his pants. You rubbed against him, feeling whatever he had going for him. His breath became stagnant, trying to keep his composure. You leaned forward, resting your chin against his body. “I feel like you really really want this. How long have you been waiting for me to touch you like this?” You asked. Your touch slowly leaving him the longer he took to answer. He took a grip of your wrist, pushing your hand back onto him. “Too long to even remember when.” He finally answered, worried your touch would disappear from him. It was a good enough answer for you to give him what he desperately wanted.

Your hands moved back to his waistband, pulling them down along with his boxers, fully exposing him to you. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t impressed. Maybe even a bit intimidated. You wrapped your hands around him, slowly jerking him as you brought yourself closer. You needed him to beg for you. You wrapped your lips around the tip, slowly bringing yourself closer, moving your hands away the farther you took him into your mouth.

Buggy couldn’t take it anymore. You moved too slowly, wanting him to grovel and beg for you. He gripped a fist pull of your hair, pushing you to him as his hips thrusted into your mouth. He let out mumbles, his eyes shutting as his mouth hung slightly open. You gripped onto his thighs, attempting to pull away to catch a breath, but he took complete control once again. He moved your head on him however he wanted, without a care if you could breathe or not. His breathing got quicker and quicker, watching you with your lips around him, squirming under him once again. It’s how he preferred to see you.

You followed the pace he demanded from you, swirling your tongue around him. You attempted to keep yourself upright, but Buggy continuously threw off your balance, making you nothing other than a sex toy for him to pleasure himself with. You gagged against him as his dick hit the back of your throat continuously. You got a second to pull away from him for a gasp of air. Tears streamed down your cheeks, your mouth and chin covered with drool. “You look so much better like this.” Buggy admitted, his hand laid down your chin, forcing you to look up at him. He enjoyed seeing you so vulnerable to him. You nodded before bringing yourself back to him. You bobbed your head quickly, licking up and down his shaft the more of him you took in. He couldn’t control his whines and moans as they easily slipped out of his mouth. Not even a bit of himself tried to hide how good he felt. His hips thrusted into you, so desperate for you to fully take him in.

You shut your eyes to stay focused on him before feeling a slap come across your cheek. “Look at me.” Buggy ordered in between moans and grunts. You obliged and did what he asked.

His breathing got more unsynchronous the closer he got to finishing in your mouth. You felt him twitch under you, pulling your hair and pulling you off him. “Let me fuck you.” He began to beg for you.

You didn’t take a second to make your decision, nodding at his demands and brought his lips to yours.

His hands gripped your waist, positioning you under him once again. He broke the kiss once more. He brought your leg over his shoulder, teasing your entrance with the head of his cock. He made no time for you to adjust to him, pumping himself fully into you. He thrusted into you aggressively, gripping your hips tight enough to leave a bruise later. “Fuck, you feel so fucking amazing.” He couldn’t help but admit. The reality was so much better than any of his fantasies. He brought you into him, moving your hips along with every rough thrust he made.

Profanities leaving his lips and whispers you couldn’t quite make out what he was saying. You took time to adjust to his size. You couldn’t try to hide what he made you feel at the moment. It was too hard to play pretend in front of him any longer. Your high-pitched whimpers filled the room with Buggy grunts and heavy breathing. He pulled himself away, grabbing your waist once again and flipping you around. You laid there, bringing your hips up for him. He brought you up a bit higher to match his larger frame. He spent no time before fucking you again. He buried your head into the floor, his hand pushing your head down to the ground to stabilize you. And to also bring you to some kind of embarrassment.

Your body grew weaker around him, your legs unable to keep yourself up. Buggy grabbed a fist full of your hair, raising your body up against his. One hand gripping your breast as the other tugged your hair far back enough to make you kiss him. His thrusts grew faster as he was getting closer. You pulled away from the kiss Buggy brought you into, unable to keep your cries to yourself. You practically lost all sense of control, begging for him to fuck you more. You wouldn’t be surprised if anyone heard you through the walls.

You came quickly, feeling Buggy not completely be done with you yet. He grunted into your ear, his thrusts getting sloppier as he got closer as well. Within just a few seconds he came too, unwilling to pull out of you just yet. He breathed heavily into your ear as he tried to come down from the high. You laid against his chest, trying to regulate your breath too.

This felt like such a mistake. But you couldn’t turn back from it.

You both finally pulled away from each other, you desperately trying to clothe yourself from this experience. All be it, the best sex you’ve ever had, but something so regrettable.

You pulled your skirt back on before buttoning up your corset. You laid up against the wall, staring at him as he reluctantly pulled his pants back onto his body, leaving his shirt on the floor. He was far too hot and sweaty to fully clothe himself.

-earlier-

Vivienne had told the crew to stand by. She had a plan to get you back. The ship had nothing without its captain held in prison. She watched carefully as she watched the Marines drag you off. She just needed to find a way to get in. She had to find a disguise. She found a bar close by, it was swarmed by Marines. It couldn’t be too hard to steal a uniform off of them. The marines always tried to present themselves as strong-willed men or women, but most of them were just lonely pricks who’d do anything at a chance for a woman.

She scanned the room finding the most pathetic-looking one from the bar. It wasn’t too hard.

She scouted him out perfectly.

She made her way over to him and was immediately offered a drink. After a couple minutes of talking, she dragged him off to the bathroom. So unfortunate. He was pretty cute. She smacked him across the head, pushing him onto the floor before pulling her dagger out. “Give me your uniform or I’ll slit your throat open.” She warned him. He nodded frantically in fear before removing his clothes off, and handing them off to her. She wasn’t stupid though. She knew he’d say something. She grabbed his head, slamming it against the wall causing him to completely black out. This should spare her a few minutes before having to make a run for it. She quickly changed and made her way towards the marine base.

She spotted someone familiar. The corner of her lip curled into a smirk before sneaking around them. “Hello, sailor.” She whispered in his ear. Your whole crew learned to be light enough on their feet for no one to hear them coming up behind them.

Cabaji drew his sword out, pointing it towards her. His eyes softened and quickly lowered his sword once he realized it was her. “Don’t. fucking scare me like that. I could’ve sliced you in half.” He whispered.

“You wouldn’t dare hurt a fly.” She teased, leaning forward to press a kiss over his cheek. They had been sneaking off together for months right behind their captain's backs. They found company with one another after being stuck in battle. Cabaji didn’t have to save her that day. They both were drifting on a raft together far from battle before Cabaji brought them back to safety. His attempt at saving her resulted in a deal that she’d let him take her out at least once. She feared you’d find out, but gave in. Months have gone by and not a word has been spoken about the two’s entanglement. “Don’t be too sure of yourself my love.” Cabaji couldn’t help the dumb smile coming across his face.

“Okay shut up. There’s no time. I need to find y/n.” Vivienne cut the back-and-forth flirting short.

“I need to find Buggy, how convenient?” Cabaji chose to tag along as Vivienne began to scour the marine base.

The two of them had to be held in a cell. But which one? That was going to be tricky. They both tried room after room before finding two Marines who Vivienne immediately recognized. They were one of them 8 men who carried you and mostly Buggy off. Time to play her role. She gripped Cabaji’s arms as she tugged him to her. “Sirs- I’ve found one of Captain Buggy’s crew. Where should he be held? I’d figure nowhere near Buggy.” She played the role perfectly. They looked down at their notes before telling you a free cell. “Sir- I don’t mean to judge your judgment. But isn’t that far too close to Buggy’s cell. In that means, where exactly have they been held if you don’t mind me prodding.” She asked, looking at their documents as if she was authorized to even do so. B2047. Y/N Y/L/N and Buggy ‘the clown’. Why the hell were you both held in the same cell? “Ahh never mind. Alright. I will see you both in a bit for more paperwork to fill out.” She nodded their way before leaving. She turned to the right, taking a straight detour to your cells.

“It’s hot watching you pretend to be a Marine. Maybe you should keep the costume.” Cabaji annoyed. She found him endearing though and just giggled at the ridiculousness. Soon they were able to make it to your cells. Vivienne grabbed the keys off the wall of the office earlier. But the Marines were too stupid to even notice the keys missing. Maybe they’d soon figure it out. There was screaming coming from the cell, and Vivienne's heart began racing. “Fuck- they’re really about to kill each other the longer we wait.” Cabaji panicked with her. Buggy and you were about to kill one another. She just knew it’d be stupid to get the two of you in a room alone. She rushed over, finding the screaming going down.

She couldn’t be sure, but she assumed one of two things. Either the two of you got into one of your many fights that went too far or one of you was killed. Vivienne put the key in the lock and quickly turned it before opening the door to see the mess caused in the room.

Your eyes widened, jumping up to run over Vivienne and holding her tightly in your arms. “Oh my god! Finally! Get me the fuck away from this maniac. The stupid fuck nearly killed me several times!” You cried out. You felt guilty for lying, but hey some of it was true. She nodded, breaking the hug to look at you for scars or marks, finding a small red mark across your cheek from Buggy slapping you a few times.

“Captain, are you alright?” Cabaji asked as he leaned down to pull Buggy off the floor. He retrieved his captain's shirt, seeing a tear at the collar of it. “I’m fucking fine. Just let’s get my shit and let’s get the fuck out.” Buggy almost had a special instinct of speaking bad things in existence. Red lights flashed as a loud blaring alarm came through all the speakers.

An announcement shouted ‘alert alert, break in, alert for two people. A Buggy pirate and a woman in a Marine uniform apart of the Venus Moons have broke in!’

The announcement repeated. Fuck.

Notes: IT FINALLY HAPPENED AHHH

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comfortless · 5 months

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write swagger. anything for swagger. anything. i’ll take a crumb, I’ll take medic x swagger i’ll take any overdone trope give me something for this man!!!! i love u and your writing sm syl i’m sorry this isn’t a köni request but..

Spin Cycle

Roland “Swagger” Kaminski x mercenary fem!reader

CONTENT / WARNINGS: 18+ minors do not interact! violence, enemies -> lovers, implications of sex (no actual smut), swagger points a gun at your head sorry, reader may have a gun kink.

i hate(love) you, lele!! i listened to this guys voice lines so many times they’re just embedded in my brain at this point. lil rushed & not proofread, so there may be some mistakes, sorry!

wc: 3k

Cold. Wet.

This isn't the weather for a battle. This isn't a night to die. But some lack taste in the intricacies of being victimized, and as her sight settles on the enemy maneuvering through the war torn warehouse, she realizes he certainly doesn't have a preference in which way he's ripped apart. The mask covering his face tells her everything she needs to know, he's dead already, hiding beneath an ugly cover to conceal his identity; an unknown, evil thing in her eyes. She would be doing him a favor. Mercy for the man marching around wearing a face not his own.

She slowly positions her pistol, quietly aiming as her finger brushes the trigger. Once, to prepare herself for more blood on her hands. Twice, to make peace with his creator in his stead— he wouldn't have the time nor the delicate nature for it. Thrice, because she likes the feel of the cold metal against her fingertip; it grounds her, tethers her to the reality of what she’s here to do. Lucky numbers be damned, it was all for the thrill of it.

She pulls the trigger and the bullet rips from the barrel as she bites her lip.

To her chagrin, it buries itself in the wall behind her target. To her relief, it definitely struck. The man buckles to the dirtied floor with a groan, gloved hands reaching out to apply pressure to the gash in his calf. It's not enough to kill, they both knew it, but it would put the buck down long enough for her to reload and fire a shot right into his brain. She wonders if she could tell what his face actually looked like when his mask was blown off and gray matter spackled the floor behind him.

"Knew you were in here, you slimy bastard."

The voice pulls her from her thoughts, and if she were forced to have any sort of virtue left she could be honest and embrace the fact she isn't the most coordinated mercenary out there. Her pistol clatters to the floor. She quickly slips further into the dark, not bothering with her lost weapon for the time being as she positions herself behind a crate to hide.

"Your aim is shit. Your hands must be shaking."

The man's voice continues to rasp. He's taunting her, wants to lure her out. There's something playful about his voice that sends a swell of unease from her chest to the pit of her stomach. The man had just been shot, and that surge of confidence couldn't stem from a wounded man unless he had some sort of a plan. She's been here so many times with so many different flavors of prey that the warning signs aren't lost on her.

She swears she hears the click of him replacing his magazine, the static of his radio, the sound of ripped fabric and a lightening quick application of a makeshift tourniquet. The thought that the gunfire gave out her position crosses her mind.

"Come out, fucking coward."

She's been here so many times, in the dead of night, playing this one-sided game of cat and mouse. She's seen blood, felt the sting of a bullet carving it's way through her, and she's never been afraid. Not until tonight.

This isn't a night to die, yet she's pissed off the fucking grim reaper.

A church bell rings out in the distance, some small mercy. It plants the seed of an idea and she follows the path her mind carves with her hand grasping for a knife at her belt. The knife rips through the quiet air of the warehouse, coming to a clatter some three meters behind him after she tosses it. The man takes the bait, fires several shots in the direction of the noise as she quietly finds her escape. Delivered from death by the heavenly portal of a broken window.

But when it comes to the intricacies of being victimized, it's very rare that things play out so simply. Hunting is a messy task, and one slip up can so quickly prove that prey often have fangs, too.

Her target, some Polish elite soldier, Roland Kaminski, isn't a buck at all. Bucks are easy, they're skittish and stupid. You fire off a shot at one of them, they buckle or prance back into the plush foliage of the forest for cover. When thundering footsteps can be heard in the dark, just past the safety of the broken window, she realises she's not dealing with another deer. Shes got a frenzied boar at her heels.

She's defenseless, her arms scattered in the darkness of the warehouse the boar is charging from, and she finds she lacks the will to break her ankle jumping down onto the pavement below. This is the line where the hunt becomes a proper fight. Her pulse beats like the thunder tearing apart the sky above her, every muscle in her body pulled tight like a spring waiting to maul her impending threat.

The fight never comes.

One moment, he's charging through the wreckage inside like a behemoth with a taste for human flesh, and the next he's simply staring at her while he's shrouded by the dark. It's almost comical, really, her thoughts flood with pictures of horror mascots as she teeters on the windowsill, staring right back into the wide, dark eyes of his mask. They remain in a stasis for a moment, both breathing shallow, both watching the other. Then, he does something that surprises her. Surprises and infuriates her.

He pulls his radio up to his mask, breathes out a heavy sigh as the sound of static cuts through this pair's silence. The grim reaper has the audacity to pretend his frustration over arches her own, and she's gritting her teeth wondering how likely it was she could free his esophagus from the column of his neck with her mouth alone.

She feels his gaze rove over her, lingering along the empty holster at her hip and the garter on her thigh.

"Target's down."

He's lying to his team, lying because he pities her, and she can't think of a thing more insulting. A mercenary is no different than a prostitute, money for flesh, pain or pleasure. She's aware of it, she's seen her fellow mercs gunned down without a second thought from their enemies. She's heard the men in her company boast of ravaging paid women without thought. For some time, she's considered they may all be beasts, but the grim reaper is sparing her. Sparing her, because he doesn't see her as a threat at all. A defenseless woman clinging to a broken window like it's the only tether she has to the world at all. He's no boar, no blood-stained reaper, just a person. He doesn't see her as pounds of flesh to march into battle before him. She sees humanity, and he sees an insect unworthy of his bullet.

"I tried to kill you," she breathes out, enunciates each word careful and slow as she tries to get a read on him, praying her assumption isn't true. There's the creaking of broken glass beneath the toes of her boots as she pivots herself to fully face him, standing in the window with the backdrop of a dark sky threatening violence. The man shrugs his broad shoulders, turns away, as though nothing has even happened. Her stare drifts to the tourniquet on his calf, and it dawns on her that he isn't even limping.

"I wouldn't even need a minute with you." He sounds bored. The pity stung enough. She wasn't just a hapless rabbit in his eyes, she was a gnat. A nuisance to top it all off. "Who are you working for?"

She falls silent, teetering on the ledge of the windowsill in silent debate. The jump would end in injury, but the darkened sky and the rain could cover her. There’s a building less than half a mile away and if she just made it there then—

“Answer.” Roland’s gruff voice sounds out in the quiet warehouse again, and she hazards a glance up just in time to catch those dead eyes of his peering at her from over his shoulder.

“I don’t know.”

“No?”

“I don’t have a name.”

Roland merely huffs at that, rolls his shoulders a little. He’s confident, a bit too arrogant for a man that’s been shot. She may have seen a boar, and he may have seen an ange, because he has the audacity to give her a comforting pat on the shoulder with a gentle swipe of his thumb along her neck.

Tells her, “Get lost.”

Follows it up with, “Let us never meet again.”

She doesn’t die on this frigid, rainy night, but a part of her is lost with him. Lost with a man that looks at her as though she had tiny angel’s wing, buzzing at her back. Lost with a man who’s entire existence is an enigma to her. Shoot to kill, and she hadn’t. Shoot to kill and not ever would she again, not to him, not to the man who gave her mercy when she deserved none.

— — —

She finds herself working alongside the Polish GROM. Realistically, she had returned sopping wet to her shabby hotel and spent hours researching how to work her way in. She doesn’t know why, but she’s found herself enthralled in a shadow, worshipping him in her own way. All for a chance to see her should-be reaper. And she’s no elite, can barely keep her trigger finger steady, but supplementing for a fallen soldier is the standard and she’s got enough falsified experience under her belt to look the part of a proper gunman.

It pays enough to keep her afloat until the next thing piques her interest or her contract ends, whichever comes first. Her room is simple, a barren mattress and dark walls, a concrete floor. It doesn’t feel homey, but no place ever does nowadays. Small blessings are found in the fact she doesn’t have to share the space, it’s hers and hers alone.

She spends her first few hours inspecting the place for bugs, then takes to staring up at the ceiling, listless, because what the hell had made her so impulsive? Roland could have already had his head blown clean off by anyone else by now. Did she even want to see him? To choke him with his own words or thank him for his kindness?

All of this uprooting driven by impulsivity for a man who told her not to meet him again and yet she’s here, walking about the compound like she truly belongs.

She should have cut her hair, tried to make herself look different from the trembling mouse on the ledge that night, but a part of her wants him to see her. Recognize her, bring him down from that gilded throne of his where women like her are just nuisances instead of a proper challenge.

Only, she’s not a challenge. Not at all, because the second she meets him in the stairwell her mind starts swimming and all she can do is stare. He looks a bit tired, likely having just returned from some dreadful mission, even wearing all black he’s covered in sprays of dust, the denim of his trousers painted darker in some places, blood.

“Ja jebię.”

He hadn’t forgotten.

His breath sounds shaky, and she’s not sure if it’s because the gas mask in its proper place or if he’s actually surprised, startled. If anything could shake him down from his pedestal she imagined meeting the woman who tried to kill him once again would do it.

“How’s your leg?”

“Better than your aim, pizda.”

She imagines that he would probably like nothing better than to put a bullet through her right then. The man merely laughs, something breathy and low. She’s surprised him, probably both startled and impressed that she even had the balls to face him again. She likes that, likes that little laugh, that his voice isn’t angry, that he’s playing with fire just as much as she is.

“What are you doing here?”

“Contract,” she states simply, not bothering to hide the way her gaze rakes over his body in the yellow haze of fluorescent lighting. “Just a few months, filling in a gap.”

He mutters something under his breath, a string of Polish and French that she doesn’t quite catch. She knows that he knows she’s infatuated, taking to follow after a wild coyote like a house pet.

It’s a dirty word, infatuated; dangerous in a way that scares her more than facing down the barrel of a gun.

Roland takes a step towards her, brushes her hair from her face with a touch too rough and leans in close to look at her, inspect her as though she’s not even really here, some figment of his vile imagination. She just… lets him. Despite her better judgement she lets him grip at her face like she’s nothing but putty in his hands.

“Here to kill me?” He asks his question as he retreats from her and drops his hands to his sides, staring at her as though she’s not an implant in his force, but an implant on the planet itself.

“Not this time.”

He gives her a tilt of the head and a grunt in response before brushing past in a hurry.

— — —

The following morning, she wakes to several rapid knocks at her door. Sounding just impatient enough to pull her from her sleep with her heart fluttering like a small bird in her rib cage. She readily hops out of bed and dresses before turning the knob to reveal something she didn’t expect— Roland. It’s the first times she’s seen him without his gas mask, but she recognizes him immediately. He’s more handsome when he doesn’t look the part of a famished buzzard seeking out carrion.

“Kaminski.”

“Swagger,” he corrects and she can’t help but laugh at the usage of his callsign. She wants to know how he got stuck with that, something so embarrassing it makes him sound as though he’s some teenage boy desperate to fit in or perhaps even a pirate, not the man she sees before her.

“We aren’t on the field.”

“Today we will pretend.”

He grabs her arm in the very same boorish way he had grabbed at her face just yesterday, and leads her down an empty hallway in silence. Each step seems to echo louder than the last. She wonders for half a moment if he does intend to kill her, hazards a look up at him expecting to see some flame of gruesome determination in his eyes only to be met with a calmness that makes her reconsider.

Today isn’t a day to die, either, it seemed.

He leads her to a room of bulletproof glass and well-placed targets. Pulls his gun from his holster after inspecting that she hadn’t thought to bring her own. She feels silly when his touch goes to prod at her hip, dips along the waistband of her trousers to seek out a weapon that just isn’t there. She’s ill-prepared and now her face feels hot all while Roland didn’t seem to have so much as a care.

“I’ll teach you to shoot,” he huffs as he steps behind her and places his gun in her hands, an ugly thing she recognizes to be a SIG P226. The metal feels cold and heavy in her hands, but she handles it well enough. It doesn’t particularly help that one of his arms curls around her middle to keep her steady. It’s even worse that one hand remains splayed over hers as she holds the gun.

Shooting when you’re in a desperate situation is difficult enough. The thought that death could be approaching doesn’t keep most grounded, not her at least. It makes her shaky. This is far worse. The man is so close she can smell him, gunpowder and something pungent and clean like mint. She feels his warmth cover her back, his fingers digging a bit into her side.

“I’m ready.”

He grunts in response, maneuvering her a bit closer to a small window carved out in the glass.

“Then shoot.”

So, she does. She misses, of course, and she feels even more silly when he mutters something into her shoulder and deliberately moves and angles her arm properly. The only thing good is that the gun’s recoil is soft, because if she were pushed any further against him she may very well melt down into putty.

Again and again she takes aim and fires at the brightly colored target through the window. After what feels like hours she’s finally hit some place that makes Roland give her an appreciative pat to her tummy.

“I’m improving.” She feigns his confidence, puffing out her chest a little in pride.

“Are you?”

He steals the gun from her hand and draws away to face her properly. There’s a tension she can’t place, something strange in the flicker of his eye.

“You saw—“

Her words are cut off when the man tackles her to the floor, covering her entirely as he pins her from either side. A sharp intake of oxygen is stolen as her spine tingles in pain from the sudden force. She yelps, he laughs, and none of it is funny because he’s still holding a loaded fucking gun. Only, worse, when he presses the muzzle against her cheek and uses his free hand to fix her wrists to the cold floor beneath her.

He tuts at her when she doesn’t try to fight him off, only looks up at him with wide-eyes and parted lips, a face too warm to only depict fear. If he didn’t know before, he knows now. She catches a mischievous glimmer in his eyes right before she tilts her head to kiss the cold steel clutched tightly in his fingers.

Roland stiffens above her for a moment, every muscle in his body pulled taut, jaw clenched and eyes fluttering.

“Not pizda,” he whispers as he clicks the safety back on and shifts to holster the weapon. “You are like a…”

“Ange?”

“Non,” he laughs. “Aniołku.”

If she didn’t know before, she knows now.

— — —

Any training session is spent with Roland.

Every mission they’re tethered to one another.

Any free time she finds yourself having is spent with him, even seeking him out herself just as often as he comes pounding at her door.

It feels both natural and absurd, sharing meals with the man she almost murdered, covering him as he covers her, both finding themselves less and less willing to be on their own as the days pass by. The progression just doesn’t halt, a train plowing off track, the man has his blunt talons curled into her and she just doesn’t have the sense to beat him back because she knows she’s got her teeth embedded just as deeply into him.

It doesn’t even come as a surprise when she starts her mornings peeling herself away from him, still sleeping peacefully in her bed. His room lacks taste— too barren, too bogged down with well-oiled metal and violence. She’s spruced hers up in the free time she has with small items, things she can pack up and carry with her to whichever side she finds herself pulled to next.

The thing she keeps most sacred, however, is a little photograph of him, one he had insisted on her keeping on the bedside table, despite being in flesh, wrapped tightly around her each and every night.

She picks it up, turns it over in her hands a few times before the weight of a heavy hand splays itself out across her middle, languidly tugging her back down.

“Stay,” he murmurs, someplace lost between dreaming and waking.

“Just for a bit,” she whispers in reply, nestling close, curling against his chest.

“Forever, aniołku.”

With a soft inhale, she falls back against him in a tangle of limbs and warmth, a part of her lost to the fantasy of permanence.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

ange: angel (French)

Ja jebię: fuck me

pizda: cunt

non: no (French)

aniołku: angel

#cod fanfiction #mw3 fanfic #roland kaminski #roland swagger kaminski #cod swagger #Roland Kaminski x reader #swagger x reader #i hate this guys name my god #cod x reader #cod x you

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silly-inky · 6 months

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The King Boo's and Luigi

(This is linked to my other headcanons post about the King Boo's, if you went to see that, click here ★)

Luan=Dark Moon KB

Jovi=Party KB

Sunny=Super Mario Sunshine KB

His obsession did eventually come in, and it was probably the worst thing to obseses over for a Boo. A person. Boo's try to avoid this, usually stick to scaring or some thing small. But when it's a person it can become very messy. So when he realised his newly found obsession was Luigi, he was less than pleased. The obsession started out as hate filled curiosity, however, over time it slowly grew into infatuation, taking every chance he could to see Luigi, he started watching the kart racing after Jovi told him Luigi raced in them, and then started watching other events he was in such as the sporrs events and Mario Party. The other Boo's even joined in to watch because it was so entertaining.

What finally made him realise he had feelings for the green plumer was when he started to come to visit king Boo when he was in containment at E. Gadd's lab, keeping him company every now and then even though he

was still scared or the King. Their fights frilled him, but still wanted to have them spaced out by at least a year, not that he could completly help it with being stuck at the lab. But from his conversations with Luigi he learnt the type of person he was, and the amount of times he has to go help his brother with battles (most likely with Bowser) or saving people, or kingdoms, or even the bloody world once, and dealing with large events, and how much it overwhelms

him. Much like the king, he prefers the quiet, and isn't the best around

people, he doesn't lik how loud and busy it can get when he'snot prepared himselfbefore hand. This the king can actually sympathize with, but he is horrible at actually expressing his emotions when it comes to the situation that's why instead of just talking with luigi, he likes to play the game of cat and mouse. It's what he's familiar with, plus he is still a villian. He likes to capture Mario, who he dislikes anyways and any of his other friends, just to watch how Luigi fights to get him back, he's terrified Of ghosts but will still fight them to get his brother back, the fact he can pushaway his own fear like that is truly commemorable and genuinely doesn't understand why luigi is branded as a coward by the other villians

Luan isn't the only King Boo who has developed feelings for Luigi, infact

Jovi and Sunny both developed a crush on him. It happened after Luan explained his feelings to them both about him, so they wanted to see what was So special about him to be the person who captured Luan's heart of all people. Jovi didn't have much of an issue since he often partook in the same races and games as Luigi so he just started talking with Luigi between races and such. Also speaking with Daisy about him, since She and Luigi were close, so he got to learn about him, from Luigi himself, and someone Who spoke about him without any bias. Jovi and Luigi became friends, which Jovi could rub in Luan's face, he found himself looking foward to seeing Iuigi more and more, thinking about him more, and would just talk with him none stop, and then boom, a crush. Thankfully he is much more familiar and comfortable with his feelings so he recognised the feelings very quickly.When he told the others, Sunny just about lost it and spent a good 10

minuets howling through the phone while Jovi sat there in silence, Luan wasn't sure how to feel about it, but finally felt justified for his feelings and had someone to properly talk about them with.Sunny was very similar, however he had never actually met Luigi before, only his brother Mario and Princess peach, who he became good friends with, occasionally seeing Mario in his casino when he needed a brake from home. So when Luigi came over to visit Sunny was very excited to finally meet him, he was different to his brother in many ways but he also saw the similarities. He was pleasantly surprised and really enjoyed his time with him, and was upset when Luigi had to go home. They talk almost every day on the phone and similarly to Jovi, he soon caught feelings, and told the other two.

This was so ridiculous all 3 of them liking the same man was just the funniest thing to them. Safe to say they talk about him together in the group chat. They debated on wether they should make it a competition for who wins Luigi's heart first. But they decided against it as some of them have unfair advantages, Plus the other two thought it would be very unfair on Luan. So instead they started dropping hints and asking around (Daisy) Who he may be interested in. Daisy told them she wouldn't disclose his feelings to them without his knowledge but did tell them Luigi is was pansexual and poly, which gave them a lot of hope.

Long story short Luigi first started dating Luan after an awkward accidental public conffesion and Luigi thanfully having already developed feelings for him. After a while he recognised he also had feelings for Jovi and Sunny and approached Luan about it, who was laughing to himself while he watched Luigi be so upset about it as he had convinced himself that they didn't like him back like that. After Luan broke the news, they all met up in person to sort it out,and now Luigi is happily dating all 3, which doesn't help the speculation on whether or not there are multiple king Boo's Iol.

(I am a multi-shipper and didn’t want to settle for one, plus I sort of liked the idea of all of them being with Luigi to begin with because of the fanfic that got me into the ship and King Boo as a character)

#king boo #sunshine king boo #king boo nintendo #king boo dark moon #party king boo #king boo x luigi #king boo and luigi #my headcanons #dark moon king boo #kingbooigi

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bonefall · 1 year

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THE BONEFALL DOTC NOTES

Because I can't keep my mouth shut and the Erins can't be trusted to write a good super edition.

So to start with, I'll remind all the kitties: The Bonefall Rewrite is a Fix-It Redux of the Warrior Cats series, attempting to keep major events the same while reducing or eliminating pointlessly uncomfortable aspects. It generally has Four Goals;

To make a more thematically consistent WC series, with consistent cat politics and a conclusive anti-authoritarian stance.

To grow the culture of the Clans, including building the groups they interact with into full societies in their own right.

To expand on supernatural elements, by giving StarClan more powers, renovating the Dark Forest, and even making entities that exist beyond the Clans.

To be cool as fuck. Totally radical additional action scenes, Bodacious familial drama, gnarly battles with cats retaining fighting styles. I'm fallin' ASLEEP! Won't SOMEONE blow up a bulldozer already?!

This is relevant because these principles apply heavily to all other arcs; but this is the one arc that I have promised to not stay faithful to.

That means that I will not feel bound to preserve major events of DotC. In any other arc, a major character death would be preserved and I would simply try to strengthen it as much as possible. Here? If I say Turtle Tail lives, she's LEAPING out of the grave like baby's first necromancy. If I say the Medicine Cat's Vow is completely different, Moth Flight is tripping over herself to do it for me.

Dawn of the Clans is the very origin of the Clan society I care so much for writing, and a point of endless frustration for me as a long-time fan who bought and read the field guides as they came out. I refuse to allow so much of the basis of the Clans be poofed into existence by StarClan.

I'm gonna write the mythological origin of the Clans that I always wanted, and utterly obliterate as much of the sexism and abuse apologia this arc is known for as possible. Chainsaw time.

Below the cut:

1. Events I DO want to keep 2. Big Redux Thoughts

Let's talk about the events I DO want to keep.

Clear Sky is the Antagonist

He's playing the role he was meant to. I have no desire to even try to "fix" his ridiculous 'redemption arc.' This is a controlling, brutal coward who covers up his insecurities in violence and tyranny. Skystar is the basis of the Might-Makes-Right culture that comes to be from this point on.

The Battle of Fivetrees

In the Bonefall Rewrite, there were once five trees at Fourtrees. The First Battle is integral to the mythology, and will involve a five-Clan battle of some kind.

Additionally, this site was now also an ancient shrine of some sort; the First Battle killed so many cats that it summoned One Eye.

One Eye and Star Flower

But... One Eye is now a God. One of four seasonal deities, along with Midnight, Rock, and Sol. Chronologically, this is his next appearance after Hollyleaf's Century. It's important to the rest of the rewrite that he is killed in this incarnation by a cat who is Tribeborn, not Clanborn, as he goes on to haunt the Tribe in the future as a result.

Star Flower serves him in a high position of some sort, but if she's the daughter of his vessel, a demigod, or a nature entity like Brokenstar hasn't been decided yet. In any case, she is safe and being expanded significantly.

River Ripple and the Park Cats

We're gonna have to see what River's super edition decides for him. We'll have a look at what it adds to the lore, what it subtracts, what it does right, and what we're nuking from orbit.

If his super edition makes the Park Cats show up as villains, I'm goring it like a bull. I am trampling it like a tap-dancing horse. I am preemptively blowing up the idea with my mind.

The Park Cats are, in any case, going to become a full culture that humans destroyed in some fashion.

Gray Wing' Adoptions and Asthma

He will be keeping all of his adoptions, especially of Thunder. In fact, I do not want him to have biokits. There's no need. He raised Pebble Heart, Sparrow Fur, and Owl Eyes. 4 kits is enough; Slate did not also need babies.

He is also keeping his asthma, retaining smoke damage.

Redux Ideas, both confirmed and tentative.

The Sun Trail

To begin with, the Tribe was not overpopulated. That is not the reason why they left nor the reason why they were starving. I'm rejecting an 'overpopulation' narrative on the face of it. These cats are too coded as people for me to ever accept it in this series.

Disgusting to see this idea in a series already teeter-tottering on the edge of being pro-eugenics by way of being so abelist.

Instead, there was a blockage of some sort in the Tribe river, the one that starts in the mouth of the cave. Drought lead to famine; it was beyond anyone's control.

Clear Sky and the Sun Trail Pioneers were seeking the water at the end of the dry river heading south. The Sun-scorched riverbed was a Trail.

Thunder has Three Legs; Jagged Peak Died

Clear Sky kicked his brother out into the wilderness for breaking his leg, an injury that should not have been deadly, because he hated the idea of 'burdens.' He condemns him to starvation. This is something that needs immediate consequence.

Gray Wing and Storm leave with him to keep him alive, but leaf bare claims him regardless. Storm's kittens are born weakened by the stress of this ordeal; Thunder, the only survivor, has a leg missing in the exact place where Jagged Peak broke his.

When Gray and Storm return seeking help from Clear Sky, he rejects his kitten in front of everyone. It's cruel irony, like the Stars are trying to teach him a lesson, and he rejects it.

THIS is when the Clans split, as the group fractures between the cats who refuse to accept their leader's cruelty, and those who stay in the bounty of the Forest and play by Clear Sky's rules.

I may be willing to spare Jagged Peak. But, narratively, I think it is stronger for Thunder to functionally take all of his roles and axe the redundant character.

The Medicine Cat Vow's Origin is Completely Different

In a nutshell; Moth Flight and her kittens were the original medics. The other Clans tried to steal them to have their own medics. In response, they went willingly, but vowed to each other to never have family to serve medicine above the Clan.

Generations later, during the exile of SkyClan, this Vow was corrupted, completely flipped on its head to justify controlling medicine cats who did not abide the personal vow, to shut them up about the Exile of SkyClan. It was not created in its modern form.

This law, in fact, directly creates Ripplestar's rebellion.

The Great Unfridgening

Of Bumble, Turtle Tail, Bright Stream, and Storm, at least three will survive.

Bumble is confirmed. If you want to kill her again you'll have to kill me too. I'm considering Turtle Tail still dying to retrieve her kittens from their abusive ex, so Gray Wing can adopt the kits and raise them with Bumble as a godfather.

Of Bright Stream and Storm, I'm considering both of them staying alive. They can get some foundational roles.

River Ripple Can't Just Hide

Bothers me that River Ripple is able to avoid carnage by staying behind the river for the most part. ALL FIVE CLANS will have to take part in the Battle of Fivetrees. He won't like it, but River's Clan WILL get dragged into it, kicking and screaming

Slash Gone

Society has progressed past the need for Slash's rogue group. It's One Eye's Cultists or Clan Conflict, or it's NOTHING. NO MORE RANDOM ROGUE VILLAINS. NO. NO.

Will some of Slash's rogues show up? Sure. As One Eye Cultists. And if they're organized they're organized under Star Flower. No more creepy ass Slash and his "promised bride," ick, ew, gross, no.

#Bonefall DotC #Bonefall Rewrite #LETS' GOOOOOOOOO #COME AT ME ERINS #IM READY FOR YOUR SUPER EDITION TO ROT ME INSIDE OUT #YOU CANNOT KILL ME IN A WAY THAT MATTERS #You may pitch ANY wild idea you so choose. I will listen.#We're ripping DotC apart like a pack of hyenas girlies #Pass me an organ

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doublerainbow-if · 9 months

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RO’s reaction to the Mc falling asleep on their shoulder during crushing phase?

M- They will honestly not notice for a while. It reminds them of their youth growing up with MC and it's much more comforting for them than any other gesture that MC could do. They might end up falling asleep as well, carefully drawing a blanket over the two of you and have their cat nestled in your laps. It's a good rest for them with their favorite things in the world being there with M.

L- They will start to fiddle with their hands to hold down their excitement and nervousness. They're used to this from falling asleep together at bus stops and overnight rides but it feels different now. They don't know what to with themselves as their new feelings battled on playing as the same companion from before or you hold you closer against their person.

B- They will be shocked honestly. The person that they like so much is currently asleep on their shoulder and they don't know what they should do. They will honestly mostly look at your peaceful face while blushing up a storm and wondering how they got so lucky. Maybe even letting out a goofy smile at any little mannerisms you do. But once you start to wake up, the shyness and embarrassment will came out full speed.

J- Not gonna lie, they will chuckle a bit at the sight. They were told growing up that their shoulder was one of the best pillows in the world and it seems that you got added to that list. They will gently pull you into their lap and just cradle you in their arms. Not the best tactic but they figure that it will more comfortable for you. It just makes their heart fond holding you close to their chest and seeing you blissfully asleep.

V- It is complicated for them. They don't particular like getting touched and having someone sleeping on their shoulder isn't exactly on their list of favorite things but they will make an exception for you. They will try not to rouse too much from sleep as they take off their suit jacket and fold it in their lap. Then gently position you on top the folded clothing while petting your hair softly. They much prefer this if you're going to fall asleep on them.

C- So they're going to be nervous as get out. They never really had these kind of calm moments with anyone else before and they really don't wanna ruin this. Their hands will twitch from wanting to something like pulling you closer or brushing your hair out of you face but they're a coward. A coward who covers up their fears behind false bravado and teasing once your eyes start to opened.

Avery/Suman- So they aren't comfortable with this and might even wake you up from all of their fidgetting. They don't think they're the right person for this type of thing but will do anything to make sure you get rest. Mainly laying you down on the couch with their dogs as company, grabbing nearby pillows or anything soft and firm to rest your head, or carrying you into a spare bedroom. All the while making sure you don't wake up. They maybe be the worst person for this task but they will be damn to ruin your rest.

Kahula- Get ready for a cuddle session. They're overtly joyful at the sight they see on their shoulder. They want to keep this moment frozen in time or at least kept away front the outside world for a while. They will either slowly bring both of you down to sleep on your backs with a little throw blanket or curl up against you to fall asleep with you. They will kill for these type of quiet moments or rather, more likely, glare down any who dare ruin this calm atmosphere surrounding them. They just want to keep it for little while longer.

#double rainbow- if #ros #thanks for the ask!

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gen-the-greedy · 10 months

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List of things I like so that I can remember that I like them, will update as my interests come to me in prophetic visions

I humbly request you engage me in conversation about these topics

Also for the record transphobes dni

Digimon (gabumon, gazimon, and impmon favorites)

Sonic the hedgehog

Mother series

Splatoon

Ace attorney

Smash ultimate (I main Mac and Falco)

Jojo's bizarre adventure

Revali from botw my beloved

Pikmin (have only played 4 but I watched chuggaconroy play the others back in the day)

Xenoblade 1 (mixed feelings on the rest of the series)

STREETLIGHT MANIFESTO why did it take me this many bullets to remember, got tier band

Halo

Fable (second game was never ported to PC so I haven't played it)

InFamous (haven't played second son)

FE three houses was good fight me (edelgard my beloathed)

Anyone remember Epic Battle Fantasy? Ebf 5 was so fucking good

ATLA

Full metal alchemist

Red Vs Blue

The Princess Bride

Tenacious D and the Pick of Destiny

Dr pepper 😎

Deltarune

I don't really care for the roleplay elements but I occasionally show up to my local larp group just to bash some heads

I just like martial weapons in general

Never used a bardiche but it looks like my kind of thing

I want to play dnd again but haven't had the chance (I mean I could dm a campaign myself but I don't wanna)

They Might be Giants

Lemon Demon/ Neil cicierega

Cake (the band)

Pie (the food)

Anything lemon flavored

The color purple (and that specific shade of lemon juice yellow)

Sao abridged

Calvin and Hobbes is responsible for my absentmindedly archaic and verbose vernacular that I have to go out of my way to subdue to not sound like a fuckin nerd

Coming back to this point, obviously my word choice was intentional but subdue specifically was not, I can't escape this curse

Also hitchhikers guide, but I was too young to actually remember any of it

Red Vox

Funny cat pictures

Fuckin love dragons when they're treated with respect instead of as giant beasts to slay or cute and "smol" I am very opinionated about this I grew up with

Eragon/ The Inheritance Cycle

I am way too opinionated about dragons I think I might be a kobold (the dnd ones not the german ones)

Gryphons are also cool but if you spell it Griffin dni

Might change my name to gryphon, I liked the sound of phoenix shortened to nick like in ace attorney but my friend's brother is already named that and that would get confusing

Been a while since I read Percy Jackson but I liked that

Dragon Age: Origins

Fable 3 totally ripped it's story from DA:O

I bite my ice cream cause I'm not a coward

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everybody-loves-purdy · 3 months

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Been playing around with the idea of Finchkit living lately, and genetics be damned I'm making her a colorpoint cat. Also a long legged cat, almost if not just as tall as her brother.

Some more ideas:

- when Sandgorse shows them tunnelling for the first time she was behind Tallkit and managed to move away just in time to avoid the cave in. She's shaken up, but not as much as Tallkit and does become a tunneler.

- Finchpaw wanted Tallpaw to become a tunneler apprentice with her so they can be tunneling buddies, but his fear held him back, and once she realized it she stopped, reassuring him that he would always have her support, and that one day Sandgorse would understand too. (Spoiler: he doesn't)

- She thought that having at least one kit follow in his pawsteps would be enough to satisfy Sandgorse, but then he started ending his praises with "-unlike your brother" and saying things like "why can't you be like your sister" to Tallpaw. Although the siblings never hate each other, it does create a distance between them and she doesn't know what to do.

- She is offered the position of deputy, but after all she's been through, she's satisfied with taking the backseat.

I imagine that she really tried to keep her family together, but then it all just fell apart. In her free time she would often coax Palebird out of the nursery and shared meals with her, spent time with Tallpaw to make sure he knew he wasn't alone, and once in a while try to reason with Sandgorse.

But then tunneling was removed, and Sandgorse disowned Tallpaw after calling him a coward. How could she fix that? They couldn't even look at each other. And then Palebird, who looked so much happier than before announced that she was pregnant with Woollytail's kits. Finchpaw was never told that they were mates, and the more she thought about it the more she realized how obvious it should have been.

Woollytail had taken to visiting the nursery, sometimes with prey, and Palebird looked more at ease with him, so Finchpaw felt alright about putting her visits on hold while she spent more time with Tallpaw. She begins to wonder if she was actually making Palebird feel worse with her visits, but then tries to reassure herself that Palebird wanted to tell them about her pregnancy and was happy about it, so she hasn't forgotten about them.

Tallpaw disagrees, and wonders if they were ever a family. Finchpaw didn't want an answer.

One day at outlook rock, Talltail asks what she thinks is beyond the border, and then admits that he wants to leave the clan. He still appreciates her, he just doesn't feel like he can heal properly while feeling trapped in his own clan. She's upset by this since it feels like Palebird was beginning to drift away, and now she's about to lose Talltail too. He asks if she can look after their younger siblings, and she agrees with a heavy heart.

Barkface is the one that tells her of his departure, and it's like the last straw that breaks the camels back because she breaks down crying. Barkface tells her that it isn't her fault, and it takes a moment for her to realize that he's right.

It wasn't her that bullied or shunned him, she had always loved and supported him. Sandgorse was the one who put that distance between them, it was him who always put Tallpaw down for not following his wishes.

Man, if Sandgorse lives in this au Finch would chew him out for this. She would hiss that it was his fault she didn't have a brother anymore.

On another topic, what do you think her name would be? Putting the obvious 'wing', 'feather' and 'flight' aside, my first thought was Finchlight. The idea was that it means hope, like the light at the end of a dark tunnel. Although there's always Finchtail to match with her brother. Finchflight would make her match with Wrenflight though, like Talltail with Flytail... man, names are hard.

Actually, maybe after an important battle where she loses an eye she requests to be renamed to Finch-eye to remember it. I like Finch-eye.

I really like this! Fincheye would be good in that scenario because Heatherstar would definitely do that. Surprised Heatherstar didn’t rename Lilywhisker after her accident tbh.

But I was thinking Finchflight and Finchlight is a good one for her. Maybe something like Finchclaw if you want to match her brother in being named for a physical aspect of her, and that would tie into tunnelling as well.

#loonaorluna #au #Finchkit

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shadowonwater · 1 year

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Pokemon Scarlet, part the 4th. I fought a giant crab and then beat an avant-garde artist.

Whenever I start these it always feels like there's so much to cover. Well I guess one of the first things of note that happened to me since my last post was that Yarn Ball evolved. It turned into a spool spider. Well I don't think it's as cute anymore and it's clear it's not evolving again so I made my first teammate switch in a while. I replaced it with Tinkerton (the small pink thing with the mallet).

I had fun exploring the maze that is that rocky area. At one point I ran into a level 25 Hariyama, which was pretty high for the area, at first I was intimidated, but then I was like, nah, my Flamingo can take this guy. And it totally could have too! But the coward used Whirlwind and disappeared! I was like "Come back here and fight me like a Poke-MAN"

When riding on Koraidon, I keep finding myself trying to click on the button in PLA that let me dash, only to be disappointing at my lack of dashing. I really wished I could Dash, this will come up later.

While I was in that maze I saw a tera raid. The silhouette reminded me of a Tailow. Now I don't know what Pokemon are in this game and what are not so I thought it might be a Tailow. But instead it was something new! It was called Wattel I think? So now I have a tera bug Wattel, named Watt. (really creative, I know).

So I get to the Pokecenter next to the town so I can heal up before seeing the first titan. And I see those Squakabilly birds, so I catch the which plumage one and blue plumage one. I didn't see anyother kinds around there so I assume the green ones are found else where, I think there are also orange ones too. I'm not sure how many colors there are.

I also saw red Oricolo, I went into a battle with one and tried to catch it before going to the center. A bit of a mistake because I was starting to run low on balls. It had just a sliver of health left, yet it kept breaking out of the ball. I eventually caught it with the very last ball I had left, a Nest ball. I ran out of everything else. Glad my effort still payed off I guess.

So I go back and follow the map to try to find the titan crab, and it doesn't take too long. Oh btw, I also caught one of the non titan crabs that were around. I spent a bit of time beating up random crabs in the area because Floragata had such a nice time advantage. I kept one-shotting them. Soon both Lechonk and Wooper evolved while I saw doing this. I didn't even do it for long, they just both close to evolving. So I had a Cludsire and a female uhhhh whatever the Pig's evolution was called, Oinkage?

So I walk up to the crab on the wall and it just kinda scuttles away from me, and I was a little bit confused because I thought it would fight me right away but I guess not? So I follow it up the hill and *then* I battle it. I tera my grass cat and Magic Leaf it, suddenly it's low health and the battle is already over.

The crab goes back down and the game is like "follow the crab!" so I try to directly follow it down the cliff but the game is like NO that's too steep! So jump on Koraidon and go down there anyway. I tried to land atop the crab, but I don't the game expected me to do that so I went right through, so I was under the crab. Then the cutscene plays and I am no longer under crab. Arven also shows up, guess he's just been hanging nearby?

We battle the crab again together, which is cool. I was worried I wouldn't be able to Tera my grass cat again because already just used it, but the game let me, so cool. And it only takes 2 attacks. Sorry Arven but you really weren't needed here.

He makes sandwiches. And I already knew that completing one of the different paths was supposed to give Koraidon more abilities. And I figured it was this one, what with the herbs healing abilities. So no surprise when Kori wanted my food, so I gave it to it. And just as expected BOOM! New ability, I was delighted realizing it was the Dash ability, because I really wanted to Dash! :D

Arven gave me the other half of the sandwich, very nice of him actually. He doesn't seem to be very found of Kori though. (btw I decided to call Koraidon, "Kori" for short if you haven't already picked up on that).

Anyway the weird part is that I leave and Arven is talking to something or other. I assume a Pokemon, but we don't see what it is. He seems to be trying to heal some Pokemon. Whatever it is, it must be something major because the game won't show me it.

Oh man this has been a lot of typing only to just now get to the end of the titan part, now to get to the gym leader! I pretty much went to the gym leader right afterwards, no dilly dallying.

But one random thing I meant to say but haven't yet- Washing! During the picnics I mean. Washing my Pokemon. Similar to a feature from the Alola games, where you clean up your Pokemon to heal them from damage and status conditions. So similar feature, similar function. Playing it reminds me of giving my nintendogs a bath, what with the suds and shower-head.

Anyway I was washing all my Pokemon up to heal them one time. And I wondered if I could also give Kori a bath despite not battling with it. And I can! This pleases me :3c Can I pet the dog? Yes I can!

Anyway the gym. Apparently the town has a real artistic population, and I can see that reflected in how beautiful the town is. I was told to find 10 Sunflora hidden around the town. Was a bit worried about my frame rate already cause I heard about the sun flora messing with it. Well it didn't really affect me.

Anyway I wonder if the sunflora locations are randomized or not, I already found 3 just a laying there immediately outside of their pen, not very good at hide and seek, are they? It wasn't much trouble finding the rest, one battled me but that was it (I wonder if something like that is also randomized too). I also climbed around on that playground, that was neat, even if there wasn't anything that cool on it, just being able to climb it was cool.

Anyway, I forgot to also mention this but I switched out my pig for my electric bird Watt, was kinda excited about the bird because I had no clue what it would look like when evolved. So I used Watt to take out the grass leaders first 2 Pokemon and used my Flamingo for the last one. It was pretty easy, I'll be honest. Had a bit of trouble with Petlil's sleep powder but a berry was all I need to wake up my bird again.

Anyway the plant guy is... interesting? Didn't really expect the personality he has with the look that he has. If he were a Pokemon, he looks like he would be a grass/dark based off of appearance. But maybe not. He's just some eccentric artist and a bit of a weirdo.

"Avant-garde"? Nah All I did was creme you with a type advantage. There wasn't really skill to that at all. Anyway he's an artist, but of what? fine art I assume. But is it paintings? sculptures? Also do you think he's be friends with Burg? After all they are both gym leaders and artists. I assume that someone out there has already made fanart of them hanging out.

Anyway I talked about the titan, I talked about the grass gym leader, so you think I'm done right? No, I got more to say! I walked around in the area around the town and caught the fighting Tauros. As well as Dunsparce, the koala (which really packed a punch), Tandem mouse (which reminds of Pokemon like eggsacute and falinks), and Flabebe. I'm forgetting anything else I caught.

Then I went towards the 1st Star base. I haven't started the raid yet but I will soon. Something I only just now noticed, 18 types, 8 gyms, 5 titans, and 5 star bases. I bet all of them are a different type right? that's cool, I like that!

I haven't been battling random trainers much, because the game no longer forces it, I have a hard time keeping track of who I fought and who I didn't. I keep passing up fighting trainers because I want to keep exploring.

Anyway I love my shit when "Clive" showed up. You ain't foolin' anybody Clavell! I guess when he overheard all the way back in the school he wanted to get involved with Starfall. I must say, from the trailers I didn't trust him, but he's really endeared himself to me now.

I wonder how he's going to help me with the raid, will he be healing me maybe? I guess I'll see.

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet #pokemon sv #live posting #scarlet and violet #playthrough #first playthrough #klawf

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Han, my dear, if it wasn't for you, then none of us would give much attention to Heidegger (at least I know it would be my case). He was a character I remember from the OG and which I thought was nicely designed in the FFVIIR and... I stopped there. 'Nice, they kept his laugh', I thought when the trailer got out.

And then I met you and - honestly, I cannot stress this enough - you have essentially removed this veil from my eyes and I saw Heidegger for the first time as you do: a multi-layered individual with deep-rooted issues, fiercely loyal to company & country and with so many other traumas and details that make him only human (and not a monster).

I am always in awe at all the sources of inspiration you have for him, at how insanely credible your thoughts his PTSD and other war-related issues are, the way he was brought up, came to marry and then divorce - honestly, for me, your Heidegger portrayal is THE Heidegger portrayal. I don't mean this to dunk on anyone else (or even SE), but because the way you have put him together makes so much _sense_ in my mind that I have a hard time disconnecting your Heidegger from canon.

As far as I'm concerned - his first name is Magnar, he comes from Junon, he has a rivalry with Godo, a behemoth gave him the trademark scar, he has two daughters and a divorce wife. I love everything about your timeline for him and always will. If anything, SE should give you royalties for the superb work. <3

(( mari ♡

i messaged you already kinda buggin out a lil over this but i want it on my blog (ALONG WITH ALL YOUR LOVE CAUSE YOU ALWAYS GIVE ME LOVE BECAUSE YOU'RE PRECIOUS & THE BEST) just so i can keep that tag open whenever im feeling stale on my writing or a little crispy with my portrayal. it always means so much to me how much time you've given me and my heid (i say my heid because at this point, i don't know how much is canon aside from his abusive streak to his soldiers & his shinra simping lmao).

but honestly, ive said it before - i'll say it again. i wouldn't be writing him without the support from yourself and others. like, i always talk about how hard it is writing a hated character. he isn't a villain in the same sense as sephi/roth / the turks. they're 'likable'. everything they do is okay because they're young & hot. i know they're more complex than that and personally, i like them a lot too! but it's difficult fighting the battle of there being zero fanart for the character. zero fanfics (aside from ooc / fetish fics). it's tough seeing people make jokes constantly about the character that you like & when i say jokes, i don't mean 'lol seph is a cat' i mean 'lmao could you imagine if him and shinra were GAY lol GROSS' (it's so immature it makes my eyeballs strain).

i know that was a mini rant then, but it always makes me feel a little embarrassed to have such a fixation on such a generally disliked character. makes me feel weird & unwelcome in the fandom haha.

but to know that there are people like you - people who haven't only said 'haha ok, this crazy cookie is doing something w/THIS character' but people who have actively allowed me to explore elements of his character? to get him married? to allow him fatherhood? like BRUH-

it makes my heart warm & fuzzy. i'm sorry i don't always show it & i'm sorry i sometimes get all weepy on the dash about things but it honestly does mean a lot to me.

mari - yourself and others absolutely contributed to me bringing him back & despite any hangups or embarrassment i have over the character. fuck, even in squeenix do some fucked up shit like make him about stolen valour (i REALLY hope they don't) or turn him into a coward (which im prepping for with pre-emptive unwritten headcanons) - he's always going to have a special place in my heart.

not because of playing him but because of the people i've played him with. ♡

#(ooc)#(answered)#(foreversave)#mari coming in clutch always because she's my waifu #mari my waifu and mel is heids waify #double waify

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sad-scribble · 1 year

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the true genders:

Male Female RAT Danish Venezuela K-Mart™️ Dick's Sporting Goods™️ Goggobite Hamburg Cheeseburg Borb Gorb Pay Less Shoes™️ Vampire Warewolf Thing™️ Clinically Insane but a Blorbo Clinically insane but Just Insane Kidney Donor 5 Gay Rats 7 and a Half Men Trans (Either) None Other Prefer Not to Say (Coward)

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what you want more?

#credit to my friend of discord :)#dont take this seriously #gender stuff

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thelittlelesbianwatchessomeshit · 2 years

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Stranger Things 4 vol. 1 thoughts I guess...

I saw someone say that they wished Robin had played a more subtantial role than just the lesbian comic relief, and I absolutely agree. I think some of it is that every season introduces a new charcter to the gang (s1 = El, s2 = Max, s3 = Robin, s4 = Eddie and I guess Argyle maybe), so it feels a little like the previous new charcter gets a bit lost. This isn't to say I didn't absolutely adore her this season because I did. I'm holding onto the hope that she'll become more central to the story in volume 2 and then in s5. And as far as I'm aware they're planning on s5 to be the final one, so honestly I'd hope they don'yt introduce a new member to the gang and give the other charcters their space to shine sort of like what's happening now with Max. But either way I love my little chaos lesbian with all my heart.

Also Eddie: a fabulous addition. I love him. I love that The (Older) Teens get him because he's fun. I love the fact that he's kind of a coward and a dork. He so easily could have been an asshole or the cool emo guy but instead he's kind of super sweet and a scaredy cat (which tbh is very understandable), and he brings a whole different level of levity to the group, and him and Robin balance each other out in a really fun way as well!

I'm glad we get 2 volumes because the focus has been so heavily on the Hawkin's group (which I do think has been in some way's the more interesting plotline tbh proibably in part because there's just more happening and more development on it) and I want to see the Nevada/Cali/Alaska/Russia group finally return to Hawkins and see what those new developments (Hopper is alive; The Buyers have unequivocally adopted El and Joyce and Jim are gonna get together; El is gonna get her powers back and possibly be even stronger; Nancy and El now know Vecnas origin story; Will/Mike; etc) are gonna bring to the whole group dynamic. Also interested in teh fact that there is gonna be a s5 which means whatever happens to vecna this isn't gonna be the end of the Upside Down and the Mind Flayer most likely.

Then finally: someone did point out that there's a number of scenes in the s4vol1 trailers that didn't appear in the show. I honestly think they might be in vol 2 and here's why (I did binge these episodes so if I'm gettings tuff wrong just lemme know!)

I don't remember Vecna's line of "You've broken everything (...) you're suffering is almost at an end" being in the show. If I was to guess I'd say this is directed at either Nancy (because she is the last person to get vecna'd), Will (because he has to play some kind role in this, and it may be linked back to his dissaperance/getting out of the UD) or Eleven (because she sent Henry/Peter/001 to the UD and essentially I guess turned him into vecna and she is likely to be super significant in defeating him) also because all 3 have suffered serious serious trauma...

2. The Army finding El/the bunker. This was heavily implied when the one agent who gets captured finally tells Sullivan where they're keeping her. And in the trailer's there's a few shots of the humvees and helicopter in the area. Plus there is El (in normal clothes) standing in front of an explosion in the desert. I think all of this is gonna be in vol 2 because where we left of El is still in the bunker and the army just found out the location so it seems likely to be something that will still happen.

3. The (Older) Teen's decked out in battle gear in the UD + Eddie playing guitar on top if his trailer in teh UD. Idk why I think this is still to come tbh, it just feels very final battle-esque. It would make sense to have Eddie distract vecna/play music to bring someone (El?) out of a possession while the others attack. Or if the'se are unconnected then possibly Eddie playing music is to save Nancy or himself...? I wonder if that would be possible, to save yourself by playing music/singing. That would be fascinating if true because we know both Maya and Finn also sing and that would be a fun way to include that here in a realistic way + would save them teh trouble of decking everyone out with headphones.

Also we see Dusting decked out in a similar fashion which further's my belief that this is some (maybe final) battle yet to come. Also doesn't Dusting currently have braces? If so then this would make sense as something yet to occur because it doesn't look like he has braces on here...

4. El in the upside down. This is just a follow up of 2. She's wearing the same outfit minus the jacket/flannel and her head is shaved so we know chronologically it would have to be after she goes into the bunker, and most likely after she gets out because she's in normal clothes again. Also feels very final battle-esque and could be linked to 1 if Vecna is in fact talking to her here, because she is being dragged upwards onto what could be one of Vecnas tower-thingies, also it looks like her nose is bleeding so it could be in the middle of a fight agaisnt him.

5. Erica and Lucas and the blue light. There's a scene in the trailer of Erica in some house (possibly the Creel's) with a blue lantern and then one of Lucas screaming/yelling with the same blue light. They also show the grandfather/hallucination clock in the attick which we haven't seen yet. So possibly the kids go back to the house for some reason and Vecna attakcs Erica. To me it makes sense for vecna to try and attack everyone through their loved ones so going for Erica seems likely (poor Lucas if this is true) alternatively it could be literally anyone else like Max again and just in the same setting.

6. There's a scene of Karen and Holly which if I was to guess I'd say might occur if the army raided the Wheeler's house looking for the kids/El

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residents-of-the-darkforest · 2 years

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Dark Forest Resident: Redbloom

Aliases / Nicknames: Redshriek, Anger Issues, Yelling warrior, Heartless Foxheart

Gender: she-cat

Sexuality: hetero-demisexual, demiromantic

Family: unnamed mother, Birchstar (father), several unnamed younger littermates

Other Relations: unnamed mentor, Wrenpaw (apprentice)

Clan: Shadowclan

Rank: deputy, warrior, rogue

Characteristics: threatens the deputy into doing her bidding using his daughter

Number of Victims: 4

Number of Murders: 2

Murder Method: neglect, influencing battle

Known Victims: Wrenpaw, Owlstar, two unnamed warriors

Cause of Death: killed by Owlstar

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story:

Redbloom had always been a troublesome, anger-fueled cat. Often, she got in trouble with her mother for hurting her siblings-- which wouldn’t have happened if they played the games she wanted to! In addition, she got in trouble for causing fights at a gathering as a young apprentice.

But her apprenticeship was never delayed, and she even got the honour of becoming the deputy. Some claimed it was because her father was the leader and played favourites, but they were just jealous.

Redbloom took pride in her position. Maybe she took a little too much fun in making the warriors she didn’t particularly like wake up extra early or go out extra late, but that was all just, well, in good fun!

Besides, with Birchstar being such a push-over, her more aggressive energy was a good balance for the Clan representatives. The other leaders were less likely to threaten them, at least the cowardly ones were.

But then Birchstar retired, but not before demoting Redbloom and replacing her with Sweetbranch.

Redbloom gave her father the cold shoulder. How could he do such a thing? He didn’t even give a reason! The last bit of hope she had of Sweetstar making her the deputy was drained away when she chose Owlflower.

Owlfower over her!

The weak-minded pipsqueak, who was an even bigger pushover than Birchstar!

But..

That was the good thing about such a cat, wasn’t it? Pushovers are meant to be pushed-over.

Redbloom was at a lost for an idea on how exactly she could do it without being seriously punished. Then sweet, sweet, Sweetstar appointed Wrenpaw as her apprentice. Owlflower’s daughter!

Owlflower was shocked, of course, to hear a fellow Clanmate threaten their apprentice, but he agreed. It was basic stuff. Every time he had to make an important decision, he would come to privately ask her, and if he didn’t, or if he didn’t follow her advice, Wrenpaw would have a poor accident.

When he got brave, she would push a little more. Let Wrenpaw get scraped up, at least a little bit, to get him to quiet down. He didn’t do it much, basically only when some useless Riverclan warrior died in a battle Redbloom influenced.

But then Wrenpaw actually had an accident. Redbloom didn’t mean for it to happen! She just.... sent the inexperienced less than half-trained cat out to hunt on her own.

Owlflower snapped. He shouted louder than Redbloom ever had, stating that their arrangement was over, that he never should have listened to her, that she’s a heartless foxheart, and yaddayaddayadda.

He was still too much of a coward to explain the situation to Sweetstar-- which would mean to explain he, the deputy, let a simple warrior manipulate him, threatening the good of the Clan, so he and Redbloom remained Clanmates for many more moons.

Those moons consisted mostly of Owlflower forcing her to go out on early patrols and late hunting parties. Fleapelt!

She shouted at him many times, and in many others tried to threaten him with the knowledge that he followed her every word, but neither got the grieving father to back down.

Finally, Owlflower became Owlstar, and the first thing he did was reveal Redbloom’s deeds to the Clan before exiling her from Shadowclan territory. She fought, of course, holding one random warrior down and threatening to kill him, but Owlstar shoved her away before she could slash her claws across the tom’s throat.

For the next several years, Redbloom seathed with rage. She passed her time getting insulted by rogues, followed by shouting at and clawing them into shrieking cry-babies.

Then one familiar cat padded up to her. It was non other than Owlstar, apparently Owlflower once again, who, like Birchstar, had retired after entering a late age. He said something about living a full life, having nothing to lose, inability to move past Wrenpaw’s death, and other boring stuff.

He put up a good fight, Redbloom had to give him that. But he collapsed to the ground before the blood finished flying.

Satisifed, Redbloom began to pad away. Stars, she was so tired. Owlflower really did put up a good fight, huh?

She collapsed not one tail-length away from his body.

Additional Information:

--Birchstar was likely told by someone, either the medicine cat or possibly his mate, that he needed to demote Redbloom because she would make a terrible leader.

--Redbloom has massive anger issues. She can seem like a very calm and collected individual, but will scream bloody murder at a drop of a hat.

--I imagine Starclan told Owlstar at his warrior ceremony to, quote, “get that bitch out of your Clan already.”

--Very fluffy in a spiky-floof way.

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