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2b4st4r · 13 days ago

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Hello~! Spot here :3

I was wondering if you could do a Whitebeard pirates x idol/model reader? It's just Reader being introduced to the crew by Ace (I wanted to spice things up a little, but I couldn't bear not including one of the ASL ówò')

It still has the same premise of Reader being 'apart' of the ASL when they were younger, but she soon figured out that being a pirate wasn't for her. Which she then became a famous idol/model. I'd think it be really fun if Reader's 'on-stage'/niche is the rude 'player'/'heartbreaker' catagory but in actuality she's just a sweetheart and can even be easily flustered just by simple compliments.

(I just love the ASL so much, they have me and my heart in a chokehold)

As always thank you for reading my request, take care of yourself, and have fun writing :D

A Pirate’s Heart, an Singing Soul

White beard pirates[ace] x reader

Words:6,679

Warnings: use of y/n,undermining based off appearance.

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Growing up in the rugged embrace of the mountains, you found family in the most unlikely of places. There was Ace, fiery and protective; Sabo, the thoughtful and ambitious one; and Luffy, a whirlwind of rubbery chaos and unwavering dreams. Entrusted to the care of Dadan by the formidable Garp, your days were a blur of wild adventures. You chased down fearsome beasts, stood shoulder-to-shoulder against rogue pirates, and even engaged in spirited, if not slightly chaotic, competitions amongst yourselves. While your friends’ hearts beat with an undeniable rhythm for the pirate life, you often declared your own grand ambitions, promising to join them on the high seas as the captain of your own formidable crew. Even as a child, your spirit was as untamed as the wilderness around you, your strength undeniable.

Yet, there was another world that called to you, a vibrant realm where words danced and melodies soared. You loved the sensation of lyrics unfurling from your lips, your voice a beautiful instrument resonating with soft, clear tones. In solitary moments, you would lose yourself in movement, your body flowing through graceful yet joyously bubbly dances. Sometimes, you’d share this hidden passion with Ace, delighting in his rare smiles as you showcased your talent. You also reveled in the ritual of doing your makeup and choosing the perfect outfit, each choice a brushstroke in the masterpiece of your own unique identity. This was the true essence of you—a girl with a thirst for adventure, yes, but also with a soul deeply moved by the expressive beauty of art.

The years, as they always do, marched onward. The sting of Sabo’s ‘death’ left an indelible mark, and then came the inevitable departures. Ace, true to his word, set sail at seventeen, forging his own path before finding a new home with Whitebeard’s crew. Luffy, equally determined, followed suit at seventeen, his boundless ambition propelling him to form his own crew and eventually claim the mantle of a Yonko. And you? You too embarked on your own journey, gathering a crew, your own nakama, ready to carve your legend into the waves. But something was missing. The grand adventure, the camaraderie—it never quite settled right in your heart. So, with a quiet resolve, you disbanded your crew before you could even truly set sail. Instead, you turned your gaze towards the path you were always meant to walk. You sang. You danced. You adorned yourself in outfits that brought you pure joy. And the world took notice, for you were extraordinarily good at it.

Fame, for you, wasn't a slow burn; it was an explosion. One moment you were a girl with a dream, the next you were a supernova, dazzling the entire Grand Line. Your voice, once a private joy, now echoed in packed concert halls and spilled from Transponder Snails across every island. You became an idol, your face splashed across newspapers and wanted posters (though for entirely different reasons than your former pirate friends). You were on billboards in Sabaody, your songs sung by children in the North Blue, your posters adorning the walls of Marine strongholds (much to their chagrin). From the calmest seas to the turbulent New World, everyone knew your name.

You weren't just a singer; you were a phenomenon. Your performances were legendary, a breathtaking fusion of your powerful vocals, ethereal dances, and dazzling outfits that became trends overnight. You modeled for the most prestigious fashion houses, your unique style setting new standards. Every outfit, every hairstyle, every subtle hint of makeup became an instant sensation. You were an icon, a superstar, undeniably successful in a way you never truly were as a burgeoning pirate captain.

Yet, with this dizzying ascent came a different kind of reputation, one whispered in hushed tones and plastered in the gossip columns alongside your glowing reviews. You became known as a heartbreaker, a player. And honestly? The rumors weren't entirely baseless.

There was that flamboyant Warlord who sent you an entire ship filled with exotic flowers, only for you to politely decline his extravagant dinner invitation, leaving him to mope dramatically on the front page of the next day's paper. Or the stoic Marine Admiral who, after one of your concerts, tried to subtly slip you a love letter written on official Marine stationery – a letter you read, chuckled at, and then accidentally (or perhaps not so accidentally) left on a public bench. Then there was the notorious pirate captain from the New World, infamous for his iron will, who you reportedly led on for weeks with flirtatious glances and playful banter, only to leave him stranded at a high-stakes poker game to catch a last-minute ferry to your next performance. He'd been utterly smitten, and utterly devastated. Even some of your own managers and crew members weren't immune to your charms, often finding themselves hopelessly smitten, only to be gently but firmly redirected back to professional matters. You weren’t malicious, not truly. It was more that your heart, still beating for artistic expression and freedom, simply hadn't found a single anchor. You cherished your independence above all else, and commitment felt like a cage you weren't ready to enter.

Ace knew that smile. He knew that playful wink, even from a grainy newspaper photo. He knew the way her eyes crinkled when she truly laughed, a sound he hadn't heard in years but still remembered like a favorite melody. Her face was everywhere, from the World Economic Journal to the tabloids speculating about her latest rumored conquest. Her songs, those incredible, soaring anthems, drifted from every port, every town, even occasionally reaching the decks of the Moby Dick. And Ace? He definitely saw it. All of it.

He sat on the deck, a crumpled newspaper in his hands, his usual scowl replaced by an expression of pure, unadulterated awe. "Look at her!" he practically shouted, shoving the paper into Marco's face. "Isn't she incredible, yoi?" Marco, perched on the railing, barely spared it a glance. Ace ignored him, turning to Thatch, who was meticulously sharpening his knives. "See that? That's Y/N! The Grand Line's Siren! And I knew her! Knew her before any of you even heard her name!"

He puffed out his chest, a wide, proud grin splitting his face. "She grew up with me, with Sabo and Luffy! Dadan's place, up in the mountains! We fought beasts bigger than us, took on pirates, had races... Man, she was tough even back then. Said she'd be a captain, always did. But this... this is way cooler than being a pirate captain, even if she did say she'd be the best!" He gestured wildly at the paper. "She's famous across the whole damn Grand Line! Even in the New World! And she sings! You should hear her sing, it’s… it’s like nothing else, yoi!"

Thatch chuckled, wiping a knife clean. "We know, Ace. We hear her music everywhere. Hell, even Pops caught a few of her songs on the Transponder Snail last week. Said she had a good voice for someone who wasn't a pirate."

Ace faltered, his jaw dropping slightly. "Wait, you guys already knew about her?"

"Of course we do, yoi," Marco drawled, finally looking at the paper. "She’s practically a household name. My little sister's got all her albums."

"And she's quite the beauty, too," Jozu rumbled from nearby, polishing his diamond arm. "Heard she's broken more hearts than even Whitebeard's shattered ships."

Ace's proud grin tightened into a slight frown. "Heartbreaker? What are you talking about?" He looked down at the paper, noticing for the first time the smaller, bolder headlines tucked beneath the glamorous photos. " 'Y/N: The Grand Line's Most Eligible Player?' 'Another Marine Suitor Left in Her Wake?' What is all this?!" He looked up, bewildered, at his crewmates who merely shrugged or grinned knowingly.

Ace stared at the newspaper, then back at his crewmates, his expression a mixture of disbelief and genuine horror. "A player? A heartbreaker?!" His voice rose, incredulous. "You mean Y/N? My Y/N? The one who used to patch up our cuts when we fell out of trees, who shared her last piece of candy even when she was starving, who cried when Luffy accidentally squashed a beetle?!" He couldn't wrap his head around it. The sweet, kind, fiercely protective girl he knew, now a notorious heartbreaker? It just didn't compute.

"That's the one, yoi," Marco confirmed, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Word is, she's got a knack for charming just about anyone, then leaving 'em high and dry. No harm intended, usually, but a broken heart's still a broken heart."

"Remember that Marine Vice Admiral, 'Iron Fist' Garp's protégé?" Thatch chimed in, wiping down his counter with a rag. "He apparently spent months trying to get a private audience with her. Sent her a whole fleet of supply ships filled with rare teas and jewels. She sent 'em back with a thank-you note and a single, perfectly formed rose. The poor guy hasn't been the same since. They say he paces the deck muttering about 'the one that got away.'"

Jozu grunted, adding, "And then there was that Revolutionary Army commander. Heard he tried to recruit her for their cause, saying her voice could inspire millions. After a week of intense 'negotiations,' he ended up resigning his post to become her personal bodyguard for a month. Said he'd rather protect her 'divine melody' than fight tyrants. She eventually had to politely but firmly tell him she didn't need a bodyguard and sent him packing."

Ace's face crumpled further. "So, she just… breaks hearts for fun?" he mumbled, his pride in her newfound fame warring with his confusion.

"Nah, not for fun," Thatch corrected. "More like… she's got a big heart, but it's not looking for a permanent docking spot, if you catch my drift. She's focused on her music, on her freedom. Commitment seems to be a dirty word to her."

"Plus, with a voice like hers, and looks to match, men just flock to her, yoi," Marco added, shrugging. "Can't really blame her for being selective, or for not wanting to be tied down by all that attention. She's a performer, after all."

Ace looked back at the newspaper, the dazzling image of Y/N's smile now shadowed by the scandalous headlines. His Y/N, the sweet girl from the mountains, was now the Grand Line's most celebrated, and elusive, siren. It was a lot to take in.

Ace crumpled the newspaper in his hand, the image of Y/N's dazzling smile now a challenge, a mystery he needed to solve. His Y/N, the sweet, kind girl, a heartbreaker? It was impossible. Or was it? He wouldn't know unless he saw her, talked to her, really saw what she had become. A sudden, fierce determination lit his eyes.

"That's it!" Ace declared, his voice ringing with newfound resolve as he pushed himself to his feet. "I need to see her. I'm going to ask Pops to take us to her next concert!"

Before Marco or Thatch could even register his words, Ace was a blur, rocketing across the deck towards Whitebeard, who sat regally in his captain's chair, sipping sake.

"Pops!" Ace boomed, sliding to a halt before the massive pirate emperor. "Pops, I need to ask you something! There's this idol, Y/N – she’s one of us, from back home – and she's having a concert soon. Can we go? Please, Pops? It's really important!"

Whitebeard lowered his sake cup, his gaze, sharp despite his age, falling upon his son. He listened patiently as Ace, with uncharacteristic earnestness, explained his connection to Y/N and his burning desire to see her.

"Hmmph," Whitebeard rumbled, stroking his magnificent mustache. He took another sip of sake, his eyes twinkling. "So, my boy wants to see a concert, eh? An old friend from the mountains, you say?" He glanced over at Marco and Thatch, who were watching with amused expressions. "And this 'Y/N'... she's the one making all that racket across the Grand Line, is she?"

Ace nodded vigorously, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Yeah, Pops! That's her! She's amazing! But... there are some things I need to confirm with her."

Whitebeard let out a deep, booming laugh that reverberated across the deck. "Gurarararara! Very well, my son. If it's so important to you, then we shall make a detour. A little music might do us all some good." He raised his cup. "Tell me, boy, where is this concert of hers?"

A wave of relief washed over Ace, and a triumphant grin spread across his face. "Thank you, Pops! Thank you! It's on Jaya! Next week!"

"Jaya, eh?" Whitebeard mused. "A fitting place for a reunion, perhaps. Alright, boys! Set a course for Jaya! My son wants to see his friend sing!"

The cheers from the crew were immediate, a mixture of genuine excitement for a break in their journey and amusement at Ace's obvious glee.

Marco landed beside Ace, shaking his head. "You really managed to pull that off, yoi. Jaya's not exactly on our direct route."

Thatch clapped Ace on the shoulder, a wide grin on his face. "Looks like someone's got a soft spot for the superstar! Just be careful, Ace. That 'heartbreaker' reputation isn't just for show, you know."

Ace just waved them off, his eyes bright with anticipation. "Nah, you guys don't get it. She's Y/N. She's not like that. I'm gonna find out what's really going on." He couldn't wait. He just had to see her.

Jaya's Dazzling Stage

The air in your dressing room on Jaya hummed with an almost electric energy. A week had flown by in a whirlwind of rehearsals, interviews, and final preparations for what promised to be your biggest concert yet. You sat before a brightly lit mirror, a faint, contented smile playing on your lips. This was your sanctuary, the quiet before the storm of adoring fans.

You picked up a fine-tipped brush, expertly tracing a delicate line of shimmering rose gold liquid eyeliner along your lash line, emphasizing the playful, almost mischievous tilt of your eyes. Next came a dusting of soft, peachy blush across your cheekbones, adding a youthful glow. You finished with a generous swipe of glossy, berry-stained lip tint, blotting it gently to achieve a natural, effortless look. Each stroke was practiced, almost meditative, a part of the ritual of transforming into the persona the world knew.

Your outfit, hanging meticulously on a stand, was a masterpiece of your own design: a flowing, iridescent gown that seemed to shift colors with every movement, catching the stage lights like captured starlight. It was daringly cut, showcasing your long legs, but flowed dramatically with a wide, ruffled skirt that would billow enchantingly during your dance numbers. The fabric was light, almost ethereal, allowing for complete freedom of movement. You slipped it on, the cool silk whispering against your skin as you adjusted the delicate straps.

With your makeup done and your gown perfectly settled, you moved to the final, crucial step: preparing your voice. You hummed a few scales, your vocal cords resonating with a rich, clear tone. You then launched into a series of complex vocal warm-ups, starting with soft hums and gradually building to powerful, sustained notes that filled the room. Your voice was a finely tuned instrument, and you treated it with the respect it deserved.

A gentle knock brought you out of your focused state. "Y/N! Five minutes!" your stage manager called.

You took a deep breath, the smile on your lips widening. This was it. You loved this feeling, this moment of anticipation. As the music swelled from beyond the stage, a wave of exhilarating energy washed over you.

You stepped out from the wings, the roar of the crowd hitting you like a physical force. Hundreds of thousands of voices screamed your name, a deafening, beautiful symphony of adoration. Spotlights bathed you in brilliant light, revealing a sea of waving hands and glowing light sticks. You threw your arms wide, a genuine, joyful laugh bubbling up from deep within you. This was your world. This was where you belonged.

The roar of the crowd was a tangible force, a wave of pure adoration that you rode with practiced ease. You grinned, your voice, amplified to reach every corner of the vast stadium, addressing the sea of faces. "Jaya! Are you ready to sing with me tonight?!" A deafening cheer answered you, thousands of voices uniting as one. You spent a few minutes bantering playfully, feeding off their energy, sharing a laugh here and a wink there, making each person feel like you were speaking directly to them.

Then, the lights dimmed, a single spotlight finding you center stage. The opening notes of your most recent hit, "Crimson Tide," swelled from the speakers. You closed your eyes for a moment, letting the music wash over you, then opened them, a captivating intensity in their depths. Your voice, clear and powerful, filled the stadium:

"When the waves crash down, and the sky turns grey,

I’ll find my light, come what may.

Through the storm and strife, a silent prayer,

My spirit’s fire, burning in the air!"

You moved with the music, your iridescent gown shimmering, your every gesture imbued with emotion. The crowd was captivated, many singing along, their faces alight with joy. You were just reaching the crescendo of the chorus, your voice soaring:

"Oh, the crimson tide, it pulls me under,

But my heart's a drum, a rolling thunder!"

Suddenly, there was a blinding flash, a burst of heat, and an impossible amount of fire. It wasn't the controlled pyrotechnics of your stage show; this was raw, living flame. You didn't see what exactly happened, but in an instant, you were airborne, lifted from the stage, surrounded by the intense, orange glow of a roaring inferno. Yet, strangely, it didn't burn. It didn't hurt. It felt… familiar.

Instinct kicked in. Your years of training, of fighting alongside your brothers, surged to the forefront. You activated your Haki, a ripple of invisible force spreading from your body as you prepared to strike. This wasn't an accident; someone had grabbed you. You focused, intending to land a powerful, Haki-infused punch when a voice, incredibly familiar and laced with a hint of panic, rang out.

"Wait! Y/N, wait!"

Your arm froze mid-air. That voice... it couldn't be. Your eyes, now adjusted to the fiery haze, landed on the grinning, freckled face of your brother. Ace.

You hung suspended in the air, enveloped in Ace’s familiar, comforting flames, your Haki dissipating as the realization hit you. It was him. Your brother. After all these years. The confident stage persona, the one who effortlessly charmed thousands, crumbled in an instant. The adrenaline that had surged through you moments ago was replaced by a wave of dizzying nostalgia and an almost childlike shyness.

“Ace?!” The name spilled from your lips, barely a whisper, then louder, laced with incredulity and overwhelming relief. “Ace! What��what are you doing here? And why did you just… kidnap me mid-concert?!” Despite the chaos, a watery smile stretched across your face. It was the smile of the girl who used to tend his scrapes and share secrets under the starry mountain sky, not the siren who captivated the Grand Line.

Ace, still holding you effortlessly, grinned, a flash of his old, mischievous self. "Y/N! I knew it was you! Man, you're even cooler in person than in the papers! Look at you, all famous and shiny!" He laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that pulled at forgotten heartstrings. "Didn't mean to mess up your show, but I just had to see you. Had to make sure you were okay, and... figure some things out." His eyes, so like Luffy's in their directness, searched yours.

He set you down gently, his fiery aura receding, but before you could fully ground yourself, he had you in a tight, bone-crushing hug. "It's been too long, Y/N! Way too long! Look at you, all grown up!"

You clung to him, the soft, sweet part of you taking over completely. "Ace! You idiot! I thought I was being attacked! You're still as reckless as ever!" But your voice was thick with emotion, and a genuine, unburdened laugh escaped you. "And you! You're a Whitebeard pirate! I heard... I heard all sorts of things! You look so strong!"

Aboard the Moby Dick

Moments later, you found yourself on the sprawling deck of the Moby Dick, the legendary Whitebeard pirates staring at you with a mixture of curiosity and thinly veiled anticipation. You could practically feel their expectations – they were ready for the confident, flirtatious idol, the 'player' they'd read about. They expected you to size them up, perhaps even fear them.

But as you stood there, the cool sea breeze rustling your iridescent gown, the shy, mountain-girl Y/N was firmly in control. Your eyes, usually bold and direct, darted around, taking in the immense ship and the formidable crew. Ace, beaming with pride, led you towards the giant figure seated in the captain's chair.

"Pops! This is her! This is Y/N!" Ace announced, his voice practically bursting with excitement.

You took a deep breath, your heart doing a strange flutter-kick in your chest. Before the mighty Emperor, the world's strongest man, the carefully constructed facade of the Grand Line's Siren vanished completely. You remembered the lessons Dadan had instilled, the respect for those who protected you. You curtsied deeply, a graceful, almost old-fashioned gesture.

"Sir," you murmured, your voice soft, devoid of any stage bravado. "Thank you. Thank you for allowing me to be brought aboard. It's an honor to meet you, Sir Whitebeard." You kept your head slightly bowed, a flush rising in your cheeks.

A ripple went through the gathered crew. Marco, who had been leaning against the mast with a knowing smirk, blinked. Thatch, who had been ready with a witty remark about heartbreakers, closed his mouth. Jozu, ever stoic, looked genuinely surprised. This wasn't the Y/N they had seen plastered across the newspapers.

Whitebeard's deep chuckle rumbled through the ship. "Gurarararara! No need for such formalities, child. Any friend of Ace's is welcome here. So, you're the one who caused such a fuss in the papers, eh?" He eyed you kindly. "My son here insisted we see you. Said he needed to 'confirm some things'."

You straightened slightly, meeting his gaze, a genuine, albeit still shy, smile on your lips. "Ace is still as impulsive as ever, Sir," you said with a light laugh, glancing at your brother who just grinned unapologetically. "But... it's truly wonderful to see him."

Thatch elbowed Marco, a whisper just loud enough to be heard. "Well, I'll be damned. She's actually... sweet."

Marco merely raised an eyebrow, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Indeed, yoi. Quite different from the rumors."

The Whitebeard pirates, initially expecting a flamboyant diva, found themselves charmed by your genuine warmth and surprising humility. You, in turn, found yourself drawn to their boisterous camaraderie and the unwavering loyalty they showed towards Whitebeard. It was like stepping into a ready-made family, a chaotic, loud, but undeniably loving one.

"So, you're a singer, eh?" Thatch asked, a grin spreading across his face as he offered you a skewer of grilled meat. "Heard you've got a voice that could make a grown man weep."

You laughed, accepting the skewer. "I try my best," you said, your cheeks flushing slightly under his scrutiny. "It's... it's my passion. It's what I always wanted to do."

"And a looker, too," Marco added, his usual sardonic tone softened with genuine curiosity. "Ace here practically had a heart attack when he saw you in the papers. Said you used to be a little hellion in the mountains."

"I was," you admitted, a mischievous glint returning to your eyes. "We all were. Ace, Luffy, Sabo... we were a handful."

"Wait," a young pirate with bright pink hair interrupted, his eyes wide. "You know Straw Hat Luffy? The Yonko?"

You nodded, a fond smile gracing your lips. "He's my brother. Annoying, reckless, but my brother."

A collective gasp went through the crew. "You're related to a Yonko?!" someone exclaimed.

"And Sabo?" another voice asked. "The Revolutionary Army's Chief of Staff?"

"Him too," you confirmed, your smile turning slightly bittersweet. "We were all raised together."

The pirates exchanged bewildered glances. This sweet, graceful woman was connected to some of the most powerful and notorious figures in the world.

"So, what made you decide to become a singer instead of a pirate?" a burly pirate with a braided beard asked, his voice genuinely curious.

You hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath. "Actually," you said, your voice dropping slightly, "I... I used to be a pirate too."

The silence that followed was deafening. Every eye on deck was fixed on you.

"I had my own crew," you continued, a hint of sadness in your voice. "My own nakama. But... it never felt right. The fighting, the constant danger... it wasn't for me. My heart belonged to something else."

You looked around at the faces of the Whitebeard pirates, their expressions now a mixture of shock and understanding. "I disbanded my crew before we even made a name for ourselves. I wanted to sing, to dance, to express myself. And that's what I did."

A slow smile spread across Whitebeard's face. "Gurarararara! A pirate turned songbird! And a damn good one at that! You've got spirit, girl. And a voice that could calm the seas."

The tension on deck dissipated, replaced by a sense of camaraderie. You, the idol, the heartbreaker, the former pirate, had somehow found your place among the Whitebeard pirates. They weren't afraid of you; they were intrigued, impressed, and strangely, welcoming. You, in turn, felt a sense of belonging you hadn't expected.

The sun began to dip towards the horizon, painting the sky in fiery hues that mirrored Ace's own element. You found yourselves leaning against the Moby Dick's railing, watching the waves churn, a comfortable silence settling between you and Ace.

"So, the 'Grand Line's Siren,' huh?" Ace finally mused, nudging you playfully with his elbow. "Never thought I'd see your face on a newspaper for anything other than 'local nuisance eludes capture' or something."

You chuckled, nudging him back. "And you, 'Fire Fist Ace,' commander of the Second Division. Never thought I'd see you in uniform, taking orders from anyone."

He scoffed good-naturedly. "Pops is different. This crew... it's different. It's home." He paused, then his expression grew serious. "But about those papers, Y/N. All that 'heartbreaker,' 'player' stuff... is it true?"

You sighed, looking out at the endless ocean. "It's complicated, Ace. People see what they want to see. I value my independence, my freedom. And... when you're in the public eye like this, people make assumptions. They build narratives. Sometimes, it's just easier to let them." You turned to him, your gaze earnest. "I never intentionally hurt anyone, Ace. I just... I haven't found anyone worth giving up my freedom for, yet. Not in that way."

Ace studied your face, then a slow grin spread across his features. "Good. You better not have. If anyone messed with my sister, I'd burn their ships down." He punched your arm lightly. "But still, sounds like you've got them all wrapped around your little finger. Just like you always did with Sabo and Luffy."

"Hey!" you protested, but you couldn't help but smile. "We were just very... persuasive."

Later that evening, as the crew gathered for dinner, Marco and Thatch sidled up to your table.

"Still surprised, yoi," Marco drawled, taking a bite of fish. "The infamous Y/N, eating stew with us like any normal person. Ace here has been insufferable with pride all day, by the way."

Ace, from across the table, just puffed out his chest. "That's my sister! What did you expect?"

"We expected a diva who'd demand caviar and a private security detail," Thatch retorted, eyeing your empty bowl. "Not someone who'd ask for seconds of my stew."

You laughed, a genuine, uninhibited sound. "Your stew is incredible, Thatch! And honestly, being a diva is exhausting. This is... nice. Normal." You looked at them, a warmth spreading through you. "I haven't had a proper family dinner like this in years."

"So, you really fought wild animals and pirates in the mountains?" Thatch asked, his eyes gleaming with fascination. "Tell us some stories! Ace is too busy bragging about how fast you were, he forgets the details."

You glanced at Ace, who was already beaming, silently urging you on. "Oh, Ace was always getting into trouble. One time, Luffy thought he could wrestle a bear, and Ace jumped in without a second thought. Sabo and I had to rig a trap to get the bear off them. And then there was the time we tried to steal from the Goa Kingdom nobles..."

As you recounted tales of your childhood, the Whitebeard pirates listened, captivated. You shared stories of Luffy's absurd antics, Sabo's clever schemes, and Ace's fiery impulsiveness. You described the fierce joy of battling beasts, the thrill of outsmarting bandits, and the unbreakable bond you forged with your brothers. You weren't the distant idol anymore; you were Y/N, the girl from the mountains, a part of their brother's past, and now, unexpectedly, a fleeting but cherished part of their present.

The tales of your past, of battling beasts and outsmarting bandits, had captivated the crew. As the laughter from one of your stories died down, a thoughtful voice cut through the air. It was Vista, the elegant swordsman, who spoke. "So, Y/N, you said you were a captain once, before all this singing. Are you still strong? Do you still fight?"

Before you could even open your mouth to answer, a younger, brash pirate, who looked barely out of his teens, scoffed loudly from the back of the group. "Are you kidding? Strong? She looks like a porcelain doll! A princess, not a pirate! Probably couldn't even lift a sword now that she's prancing around in pretty dresses." He gestured dismissively at your flowing gown.

A dangerous glint entered your eyes, a spark of the old mountain spirit that had been lying dormant. The polite, sweet demeanor vanished, replaced by a steely resolve. You rose slowly from your seat, your iridescent gown shimmering under the ship's lanterns, a subtle smile playing on your lips.

"Wanna bet?" you challenged, your voice low, clear, and utterly devoid of the playful tone you'd used minutes before.

The young pirate, clearly emboldened by his perceived cleverness, puffed out his chest. "Yeah, I bet! You wouldn't last five seconds against a real pirate!"

From beside you, Ace let out a pained wince. He mumbled, almost to himself, "Oh, he's going to regret that. Big time."

Marco sighed, shaking his head. "Idiot, yoi."

Thatch, ever the pragmatist, stepped forward. "Hold on, kid. You really shouldn't pick a fight with a lady, especially not one that Ace here clearly looks up to."

"Yeah, man, she's Whitebeard's guest!" another pirate chimed in.

But the young pirate was too full of himself to listen. "Nah, I wanna see what this 'former captain' can really do! Let's see if she's all talk!"

You merely raised an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement in your gaze. "Alright. Rules?"

Whitebeard, who had been observing the exchange with a keen interest, let out a deep chuckle. "Gurarararara! Let them have their fun, boys. A little spar won't hurt anyone. Just no killing blows, and no Haki beyond observation, unless absolutely necessary. A friendly match." His eyes twinkled as he looked from you to the cocky youngster.

The deck cleared quickly, creating a makeshift arena. The young pirate, whose name you learned was Finn, pulled out a rather well-used cutlass, striking a dramatic pose. He smirked. "Ready to get knocked back to your concert hall, princess?"

You simply smiled, a genuine, confident smile that spoke of battles long past. You kicked off your delicate slippers, letting your bare feet grip the wooden deck. Your iridescent gown, designed for graceful movement, was surprisingly unrestrictive. You tied a section of your long hair back with a quick, practiced hand, securing it out of your face. You didn't reach for a weapon. You didn't need one.

Ace watched, a mixture of apprehension and grim satisfaction on his face. "He really has no idea," he muttered to Marco, who merely nodded, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Absolutely no idea."

Finn lunged first, a wild, overconfident swing of his cutlass aimed at your head. He expected you to shriek, to flinch, to cower. Instead, you moved with a fluid grace that belied your flowing gown. Your bare foot pivoted, and you ducked under his clumsy attack, the blade whistling harmlessly over your hair. The scent of ozone filled the air as you briefly brushed past Ace, who leaned forward, intently watching every move.

Finn, surprised by your agility, stumbled. Before he could regain his footing, you spun, your iridescent dress flaring out like a vibrant, dangerous halo. Your leg shot out, a swift, precise kick to his elbow that made him yelp and momentarily lose his grip on the cutlass. It clattered to the deck.

"What the—?!" Finn stammered, his bravado quickly crumbling into confusion.

You didn't wait. As he reeled, you were already closing the distance. Your movements were a dance, a terrifyingly beautiful ballet of combat. You weaved around his flailing arms, a whirlwind of motion. A swift jab to his solar plexus left him gasping. A precisely aimed palm strike to his chin snapped his head back. You moved with an efficiency born from years of fighting not just pirates, but wild beasts whose very survival depended on their ferocity. Your strength wasn't just physical; it was a raw, primal energy, honed by the wilderness.

Finn, despite his bulk, was outmatched. He swung wildly, blindly, but you were always one step ahead, anticipating his every move. Your Haki, though kept internal and subtle, allowed you to sense his intentions before he even formed them. You dodged a clumsy punch, then, with unexpected power, grabbed his outstretched arm. With a practiced twist and a grunt, you flung him over your shoulder, sending him sprawling across the deck with a resounding thud.

He landed hard, winded and stunned. He scrambled to get up, but before he could, you were there, a foot planted lightly but firmly on his chest. You weren't exerting much pressure, but the message was clear. You were utterly, completely dominant. Your face, usually soft, held a cool, unwavering gaze that promised severe pain if he dared to move.

A stunned silence had fallen over the deck. The Whitebeard pirates, who had expected a quick, maybe even embarrassing, defeat for you, were now gaping.

"What in the...?" Thatch whispered, his jaw practically on the deck. "She just... dominated him!"

Marco let out a low whistle. "Well, yoi. So much for 'princess.' She moves like a beast. And with that dress on!"

Jozu grunted, a rare smile tugging at his lips. "Impressive. Very impressive. That boy won't be underestimating a 'lady' again."

Ace, however, was beaming, a triumphant, almost smug look on his face. "Told you! I told you she was strong! You guys just wouldn't listen!" He shook his head. "Still got it, Y/N! Knew you would!"

Whitebeard let out another booming laugh, a sound of genuine amusement and admiration. "Gurarararara! It seems my son's friend is more than just a pretty voice! That was a display of true strength, child! Finn, perhaps you've learned a valuable lesson today?"

Finn, still gasping for air beneath your foot, could only manage a feeble nod. His face was pale, his earlier arrogance completely evaporated.

You finally removed your foot, offering him a small, almost apologetic smile. "Good fight," you said, your voice returning to its gentle tone. "Just... don't underestimate anyone based on how they look, okay?"

The deck erupted in cheers and laughter, most of it directed good-naturedly at Finn, but all of it laced with newfound respect for you. The Grand Line's Siren had just proven that her beauty and voice were far from her only weapons.

Finn, still a bit dazed, scrambled to his feet, rubbing his sore spots. He cast a wary glance at you, then bowed clumsily. "Yes, ma'am! Understood, ma'am! Never again!" The cockiness was gone, replaced by a healthy dose of fear and, surprisingly, admiration. He'd expected a gentle shove, maybe a scratch. He hadn't expected to be tossed like a rag doll by a woman in a flowing dress. From that day on, Finn became one of your most ardent, if slightly terrified, fans on the Moby Dick.

The atmosphere on deck shifted noticeably after your demonstration. The younger pirates, who might have initially been a bit star-struck or even dismissive, now looked at you with a mixture of awe and genuine respect. Even the hardened veterans of Whitebeard's crew, who rarely showed surprise, exchanged impressed nods.

Thatch approached you, a wide grin on his face. "Alright, Y/N, that was incredible! You've got some serious moves. Where'd you learn all that, besides the mountain wilderness?"

You shrugged modestly. "Mostly the wilderness. You learn quickly when your little brothers keep trying to fight bears and pick fights with grown men. And sometimes," you added, a glint in your eye, "you learn by having to outrun pissed-off pirates. You pick up a few tricks."

Marco, ever the observer, chimed in, "You've got good Haki, yoi. Subtle, but strong. It's not something you just pick up in the mountains."

You smiled faintly. "Garp taught us a few things, back when he thought he could 'discipline' us. And my brothers... well, they're pretty good at pushing you to your limits." You didn't elaborate on the specifics of your Haki training, preferring to keep some things close to your chest.

Ace slung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a side hug. "See? I told you she was amazing! She could probably take on half of you guys blindfolded!"

"Hold on, Ace, let's not get ahead of ourselves, yoi," Marco cautioned, though a smile played on his lips. "But she definitely held her own. More than held her own."

Dinner that night was even livelier than before. The tales you recounted about your childhood with Ace, Sabo, and Luffy now held an added layer of gravitas. The crew pictured not just mischievous children, but formidable young warriors honing their skills in a harsh environment. Questions about your past as a pirate captain came up again, but this time with genuine curiosity, not skepticism.

"So, what kind of crew did you have?" someone asked.

"Not a very big one," you admitted, a pang of sadness briefly clouding your eyes. "Just a few friends from a town I stayed in. We were trying to find our footing, make a name... but as I said, it just wasn't me." You paused, then added, "I didn't want to conquer islands, or amass treasure. I just wanted to see the world, and sing my way through it."

Whitebeard watched you, a rare, knowing smile on his face. He understood ambition, and he understood a heart’s true calling. He raised his sake cup. "To Y/N! The Grand Line's Siren, and a true warrior beneath the silks! May her journey be filled with music and endless adventure!"

The crew roared in agreement, raising their own cups. You felt a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the setting sun. For the first time in a long time, the weight of your public persona, the 'heartbreaker' reputation, felt lighter. Here, on the Moby Dick, among these rough but honorable pirates, you were just Y/N. Ace's sister. And that felt like coming home.

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(P.s haii spott! I hope you enjoyed, sorry it took a while I’ve been doing things irl recently so I’ve had less time for writing but I hope this is still enjoyable! also I was wondering if you’re OK with romance, I was debating lmfully going y/n x ace route, like romantically, but idk if your okay with that:/)

(Everyone else: one more request before I open them again! I just don’t wanna stress myself and give up— I tend to do that btw. Just so you yknow. And I have like 40 planned projects I’m working on rn that arnt req😭)

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pulsewidth (nsfw!)

zoro x fem!reader

masterlist kofi

cw: scent kinks, pussy eating, piv sex on a weight bench idk

an: well, here you go. take my post workout brainrot in fic form. pls ignore any formatting issues i phoneposted this

wc: 1.9k

tagging: @bby-deerling @kaizokuniichan @nina-ya @strawheart-pirate @missmugiwara @sanjisjuul @kibblz-n-bitz @sleepymarimo

You don’t join Zoro for most of his time spent training, but do occasionally bid yourself into the Crow’s Nest to quietly work out alongside him – though far enough away to avoid being the victim of a rogue blade to the gut should you accidentally get too close.

You hum to yourself, generally content in your usual routine that’s become so normal that your mind begins to wander from the monotony of your motions. Even the sounds of Zoro’s blades slashing into a dummy across the room begin to fade into the background and merge with the rhythmic, low rumble of the room’s atmosphere.

Though you're ripped from both your focus and the calm when your ears perk at the sound of your name. You pause your workout, body turning to face Zoro with arms still extended – though your scowl of concentration melts into a relaxed smile as you look at him curiously.

“Do me a favor?” he says, beckoning you over with a wave of his hand once he's sure he has your attention. “D’ya think you could try and dodge some swings?” Zoro asks, motioning to the blades in his hands. "Y'know, kinda like a moving target?"

“Only if you promise not to hurt me!” you tease with a wag of your finger, knowing full well the swordsman would never lay a harmful finger on you.

Zoro rolls his eyes and waves you over again. "I'll try my best to keep 'em to myself," he replies, his gaze glinting with amusement. He shifts his stance, golden earrings clinking together and catching a twinkle in the sunlight – and with two swords at his sides and held at the ready, even the air around him seems to crack with a fierce energy.

"When you're ready," he calls out, waiting for you to position yourself.

You know full well that Zoro's a formidable foe but you’re no slouch in the fighting department either. You circle around him, matching his pace, your own muscles tense and ready.

Zoro makes the first move, his swords slashing out in a blur, the dull edges aimed for your torso. You duck under the first strike just in time, but fail to avoid the second and third. His eyes narrow, his lips curling into a predatory grin as his swords whistle through the air, just brushing past your body.

"Nice dodge," he compliments, spurred on by the challenge you present. He switches tactics, the blades now spinning towards your legs, seeking to knock you off balance. "You move quick."

Sweat runs down your brow, mingling with the salt from your skin as you work to keep up with the swordsman. The air grows thick with the heat of the spar, both bodies dancing in a duet of dodges, near misses, and – when you can't quite keep up with his movements – sharp jabs to your ribs with the dull edge of one of his blades.

The sweat-slicked floor threatens to throw off your footing when you try to dodge a particularly quick swing to the thigh – and it ultimately succeeds in doing so following an unbalanced duck that causes you to slide forward. You spread your arms in a feeble attempt to stay upright, but land face-first into Zoro's bare chest.

Zoro's heart skips a beat as your body collides with his, the wet heat of your skin and the scent of your sweat invading his senses. His swords clatter to the floor, the blades falling from lax fingers as he reaches out to steady you, his hands gripping your waist to keep you from sliding off.

"Not bad," he grunts, the warmth of his body radiating against your own. He loosens his grip, allowing you to stand, but he keeps his hands on your waist, his gaze locked onto yours. "You're improving."

His muscles tense, the urge to wrap you in an embrace almost too strong to resist. Zoro's thumbs brush against the curves of your hips, his grip tight enough to keep you steady, but gentle enough to hint at a desire to explore more.

For a moment, time seems to freeze, and the only thing you can hear is the rapid thump of your heartbeat in your ears. Zoro pulls you closer, his lips meeting yours in a hungry kiss. His tongue flicks against yours, demanding entry as his hands begin to roam, one sliding under your shirt, the other gripping your ass.

Zoro groans, his hand pushing your shirt up to reveal more of your skin. His fingers trail along your sides, lingering over your hip bone and the curve of your waist, the roughness of his skin contrasting with the smoothness of yours.

Your body responds to his, the heat between you intensifying, the air charged with the potency of desire. Zoro's mouth travels down the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses in its wake. He guides you to the weight bench, easing you on it gently – but with the determination of a man who knows what he wants.

His eyes roam over your body, drinking in the sight of your curves, the smoothness of your skin, and the dewy tinge of your breasts. His hands roam to trace their outline, thumb circling your nipples, his touch firm yet gentle.

Zoro’s mouth closes over one of your hardened peaks, sucking gently while his hand cups the other. You arch your back, offering yourself to him, your breath hitching as pleasure begins to spiral throughout your body.

You gasp out his name, fingers finding the length of his toned back as his heavenly ministrations continue. Your body trembles under his touch, each sensation a path to the aching core between your legs.

He releases you with a soft pop before trailing kisses down your body, his gaze never leaving yours. As he reaches the waistband of your shorts, your breathing grows more erratic, the anticipation of what's to come nearly unbearable.

Zoro watches as your eyes flutter shut, the motions of his mouth and hands eliciting soft moans from you. He hooks his thumbs under your shorts and – with the aid of your hips and thighs raising upward – slides them down your thighs.

He spreads your legs wide, his fingers trailing between them and teasing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. He inhales deeply, his nostrils flaring as he takes in the heady scent of your arousal, His finger slips under your panties and pulls them aside before sliding you down the bench and closer to his mouth. Large hands settle on your hips as he buries his face between your legs, his tongue tasting your folds in long strokes.

Zoro takes hold of one of your legs, hooking it over his shoulder to give him better access to your core. He grins against your skin, his lips brushing against the sensitive flesh, his breath warm and heavy. "So sweet," his lust-drenched voice growls into your ear.

Zoro's tongue flickers against you, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. His fingers graze over your entrance, and in an instant he fills you with two large fingers, making you gasp out in pleasure.

Zoro's tongue circles your clit while his fingers plunge in and out, the rhythm quick and deliberate, each curl that brushes up against the sweet spot inside of you. His gaze fix on your face, watching the expressions flicker across it, drinking in the sight of your pleasure – and with a final, skilled flick of his tongue and a deep thrust of his fingers, you cry out in bliss, your body convulsing as pleasure claims you, overwhelming your senses in a glorious wave of delirium.

Zoro continues to worship you, lapping up your essence until your body calms and your breathing returns to normal. He slips from between your legs, and he rises, his eyes dark with lust. "Fuck," he mutters, adjusting himself to hurriedly tug his pants down, releasing his thick, precum-beaded cock to the hot air of the nest.

"Hold onto me," he says as his grip takes hold of the backs of your thighs. It's a suggestion, but it's the only warning you'll get. He positions himself at your entrance, cock nudging against you. And with a firm but controlled motion, he pushes into you, stretching you wide and filling you full. His lips find yours once more, his tongue invading your mouth with the same ferocity he uses to claim your body.

Zoro groans into your throat, the sound rumbling through your body as he begins to thrust, his hips moving in a steady, driving rhythm. His fingers dig into your thighs, holding you in place tightly while his cock slides in and out with wet, satisfying slaps.

The rocking of his hips becomes more insistent, his movements growing more urgent, his cock hitting all the right spots to keep you on the edge of ecstasy. His breath grows harsher, the beat of his heart pounding against your chest, your bodies moving in harmony.

Zoro's hand slides between the two of you, thumb finding your clit to rub in circles, the motion in perfect sync with his thrusts. The building heat within you flares, the edge of another orgasm sprawling at your senses.

His movements grow more erratic, his thrusts more desperate and fierce, his grip on your waist tightening, his free hand working your clit with a skill that borders on obsessive.

"Zoro!" you gasp out, your body tensing as the pleasure spirals out of control. His name is a plea, a demand, for him to keep going, to not stop, to let you reach that peak.

He exhales sharply as he feels you tighten around him, the slick, wet heat of your sex milking his cock. "Already?" he muses as if he isn’t about to burst as well. His thrusts grow more frenzied, the look in his eyes a mix of lust and possessiveness.

With no time to consider a reply, your orgasm crashes over you – body shuddering and pussy clenching hard around him. Zoro growls, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he nears his own release. With one last, hard plunge, he lets out a guttural cry, his cock pulsating as he fills you with his seed.

He collapses onto you, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath, his lips brushing against your neck, his voice a ragged whisper. "Damn, girl," he mutters, the sharp edge of his tone helping to snap you back into reality.

"What do you mean 'damn, girl'?" You retort with a faux whine and a playful hit to his shoulder. "That was all you, I just went along with it."

"Well, you're a distraction," He chides with a smirk, coiling his arms around you before rolling you atop him. Zoro holds you to him closely, his cheek nestling down into your hair.

You grin, nestling against the warmth of Zoro's chest, the weight of his arm around you a comforting anchor. “Yeah, well, things happen," you reply with an impish grin of your own while your fingers begin trailing up and down the sides of his torso.

Zoro's arm tightens, his fingers linking with yours as you trail them along his skin. "I'm not complainin'," he murmurs, smiling into you.

The two of you lie there, breath in tandem and slowing from exertion. The rise and fall of his chest threatens to lull you into slumber, and you almost let it do so – though you think better of it due to the awkward position that someone else may find the two of you in.

"Take a bath with me, stinky," You say, tilting your chin up to him. "C'mon."

Zoro chuckles at your quip, the sound gentle and amused, before giving a playful nudge to your side. "Alright, stinky.” He says, lifting you up and off of him. “Lead the way."

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inkdrinkerworld · 9 months ago

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Hello again I’m the one addicted to your dealer!remus writing, you have such a good way of writing his character and I love it! Anyways I hope you’re feeling better I’m currently poorly as well and it sucks. If you’re feeling up to it I would love more of your writing. Maybe a dealer!remus who meets fem reader at a ren faire and she’s like a siren or fairy or something? Idk I trust you

Also if you don’t have a 🐡 or 🫧 anon I would love to be one or both of those since I have a feeling you might be seeing more of me 🥰

I hope this is okay! I’ve never been to a ren faire but I’d love to go one day though! Of course you can be both!

“You’re a nymph.” A man in pirate costume says as he helps you climb up the stairs to the stalls.

You’re in a sheer purple skirt that has vines hanging down to your thighs, there’s a slit somewhere that shows off your skin and your green blouse has sleeves that flow down your arms and behind you.

The chains in your waist clink as the crystals hanging on them knock against each other with each step.

“And you’re a pirate,” you take a glance at his eyes and flash him a smile when you notice how red his eyes are. “A very high pirate.”

The pirate man smiles, a silver scar splitting his lip making him look handsome. His sandy brown hair also works with his outfit, making it look like he’s spent years at sea with the sun and salt water to bleach his hair.

“They do like their influences.” He says making you laugh. “What about nymphs?”

You give a demure shrug, “We do live amongst them.” The pirate man’s hand shifts to your shoulder, adjusting some of the leaves and foliage there.

You know in your bones this man is a flirt, especially when he flashes you an easy smile when you look up at him.

“Is this your first ren faire?” You ask you walk ahead of him, smiling when you hear his boots clicking as he follows behind you.

“Second, but my friends seem to have abandoned me.”

You glance over your shoulder, finding the pirate man tucking a roll on behind his ear. You never would have imagined a simple action like that would be so attractive. “I can keep you company for the time being then. Will you drink tap beer?”

When he nods you smile and order two glasses.

“Where are your friends? Or are you a veteran of the ren faire?” You ask as you wait for the beer, leaning on the counter as you look at the man before you.

He has this soft beauty to him and his pirate get up makes it rogue-ish but also there’s flashes of the softness of it all underneath it all.

You smile as the pirate man rushes to pay, and hands you your glass first. “It’s my fifth year, but my friends are about somewhere.” You take a sip of your beer. “To be honest, I snuck away to save myself from being tie breaker to a game of darts.”

Your new friend raises an eyebrow and you spy another scar slicing through the skin there. “What’s so bad about darts?”

Your tone turns bashful and you look up at him through your eyelashes, “I have terrible aim. What’s missing from this outfit is a pair of glasses that irritate my eyes much less than the contacts I’m currently wearing.”

The pirate man falters for a moment your gaze soft yet intense as you look up at him. “I see. What would you rather be doing then?”

You smile, “My favourite parts are the jousting tournaments and the petting zoo. Also spending loads on trinkets.”

The man nods, about to say something in reply when a pair of pirates, one lanky with black hair and one burly rush up to him.

“Remus you can’t just wander off! We’ve been looking for you for ages.”

You laugh at the way the pirate man, Remus, flushes. Pink looks good on him.

He looks back and smiles at you and it’s even more handsome the second time; especially when it seems intimate and shared just between the two of you.

“I was here getting something to drink with the pretty nymph.” He gestures to you and you give his friends a wave and introduce yourself.

Remus tucks away the sound of your name in every nook in his mind. It suits you entirely.

The black haired one smirks and the burly one gives you a dimpled smile hello.

“How chivalrous, did he bore you to death with the fact that he’s about to be jousting and the historical reasons behind it?” The lanky one asked, clearly teasing his friend.

“No he did not, but now I’m even more excited to look at the tournament.” There’s a wicked grin on the black haired boy’s face.

Remus turns to you, “Does that mean you’ll toss me a ring of flowers?” He’s a flirt in all the ways, and by god you’d probably pass away if he looks at you any more intensely.

“Maybe I will, Remus.” You leave then, giving him a wave and a smile as you walk off towards the tents that sell all the odds and ends.

The black haired man turns to him, “You better hope you win, Moony. How embarrassing would it be if you let the pretty girl down.”

Remus rolls his shoulders back as he drains his beer, no pressure then, he thinks to himself. Maybe he’ll even get your number if he wins.

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cityof2morrow · 4 months ago

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CDK/MoneyMAT: Cashpointe Set V2 – Trait-Based Autonomy

Published: 9-14-2024 | Updated: 2-11-2025 SUMMARY MoneyMAT is a collection of modified objects for financial operations and storytelling in your game. The series includes functional cash clutter, as well as tools for banking, loans, and investments. #CO2MONEYMAT This is a crossover with the #CO2CDKSERIES. Cubic Dynamics by John B. Cube and Marcel Dusims forged the future with furnishings that were minimalist in design and maximalist in erudite pretension. Generations later, the company continues to produce edge-of-cutting-edge designs. Celebrate the 20th anniversary of the Sims 2 (EA/Maxis, 2004) by adding various currencies from the simsverse to your game – simoleons, magicoin, simoles, OMEGA, neo simoleons, simoleon sprouts, war simoleons, and more. Canon currencies and extra recolors allow you to create a color-coded banking/investment system. All items are grabbable, sellable and available in the catalog as well. Watch out for robbers! FEBRUARY 2025 UPDATE: VERSION 2 WITH TRAIT-BASED AUTONOMY! The original version allows sims to pocket items from this set if they’re left out in the open and aren’t marked for sale. In Version 2 (V2), sims won’t autonomously grab these items unless their FUN level is low (-80) AND they meet ONE of the following conditions: Theft Skill = 3 or higher Traits = Burglar, Deadbeat, Dread Pirate, Desperate, Joker/Harley Quinn (insane trait), Kleptomaniac, Poison Ivy, Ratchet, Rogue, Scammer, Scrub, Venom/Symbiote If you use default replacements for any of these traits, they should work if the GUID has not been changed. Required fun/skill levels can be tuned in the “Action Variables” BCON using simPE. DOWNLOAD VERSION 2 FROM THE ORIGINAL POST RECOMMENDED TRAIT LINKS Kleptomaniac, Insane from original 3t2 Traits Project (Hexagonal-Bipyramid, 2019) Burglar from 3t2 Hidden-Unused Traits (Dill, 2023) Dread Pirate from TSM-to-TS2 Traits (Completer Set) (Simmons, 2025) Joker/Harley Quinn from Jelly-Meduza (2022-2024) Poison Ivy from Jelly-Meduza (2023) Venom/Symbiote from Jelly-Meduza (2019) Theft Skill from CO2 Skills (Simmons, 2024-2025) Deadbeat, Desperate, Ratchet, Rogue, Scammer and Scrub from SimCityLuv Traits (Simmons, 2025) – COMING SOON! CREDITS Thanks: @hexagonal-bipyramid, @lilbabydilljr, @jellymeduza, @gummilutt, @picknmixsims. Testers/TXTR Help - @logansimmingwolverine @gayars @ch4rmsing @chocolatecitysim @crispsandkerosene Sources: Beyno (Korn via BBFonts), EA/Maxis, Offuturistic Infographic (Freepik). Other Sources: Pierre, G. via Jovan, 2014); Applesee, 2023; Cgoodw, 2024; Iamsosha 2024; Kalagoglu, 2023; Olena_Skrypka, 2024; Oliveira, 2023a-b; Sam, 2024; Solsnare, 2024; Katy76/PC-Sims, 2007; D_dgjdhh, 2019/2011; The Ninth Wave, 2019; Tvickiesims, 2019, Honeywell, 2019.

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neonrockingvisuals · 9 months ago

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Merauder: The Rogue Wave Pirates it´s a great independent adventure comic book that I had the absolute pleasure to worked on and that was previously published by NRG Comics. But now it´s under a new banner called Dreams Uncharted that will be releasing the future issues.

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cozage · 2 years ago

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Your current Ace fics have me craving domestic bliss! Could you do an ace x fem!reader where their baby is getting vaccines and poor ace is just falling apart and Marco and reader are trying to comfort the baby and ace

OH Domestic bliss indeed. This is a great comfort moment in the midst of all the angst. Characters: Ace x fem reader Cw: vaccinations, needles, and clinics. Total word count: 1.3k

Crybaby

“Ace, please-”

“I’m just saying she doesn’t look good!” He argued. “We can always hold off another day! What if the vaccines just make her body exhausted and she gets more sick?”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s not how vaccines work.”

“I’m just looking out for her!”

You shot him a look as the two of you entered into the clinic. “Rogue is fine, Ace. Just behave, or I’ll ask Marco about your vaccine updates too.”

Ace’s eyes got wide and he nodded, keeping his mouth shut as the two of you walked into the small waiting room. You knew it was unfair to threaten him with vaccinations. He was terrified of needles. But this was going to be hard enough with one crybaby. You didn’t need two of them.

“Marco!” you called back to him. “We’re here!”

“Come on back!” he called, and the three of you went back to the small examination room.

Marco’s eyes lit up when you walked in holding your baby.

“There she is,” he cooed, reaching out to take her from you. “How is my little princess?”

“She didn’t sleep great last night,” you admitted, handing her off easily. “She’s been pretty fussy the past few days.”

Marco held Rogue up, making faces and funny sounds to get her laughing. She instantly obliged, giggling and shrieking with joy.

You smiled watching the two play together. “You’re so good with her,” you said. “How do you do it?”

“It’s the hair,” Ace joked, still standing in the doorway. He refused to come in any further than that.

You laughed at his cheap shot and beckoned him over to you. You knew clinics were scary for Ace, but this was Marco. He was one of the most trustworthy people on the ship.

Ace came reluctantly, and you interlaced your fingers with his to give him support. You could feel him relax just a bit, which made you feel a bit better.

“Alright,” Marco said, finally bringing Rogue back down onto his lap. “6 month check up, right? And vaccinations. Anything else?”

“Check to see if she’s sick first-” Ace started, but quickly grew quiet when you squeezed his hand.

“Right, right,” Marco said, pulling out his stethoscope. “Mom, I’m gonna have you take the baby back if that’s okay. I think she’ll respond best if she’s in your hands.”

“Sure,” you said, unclasping your hand from Ace’s and reaching for Rogue. You scooped her up and blew a raspberry at her, causing her to erupt into a fit of giggles.

“Ah, she likes that, huh?” Marco grinned.

“It’s her new favorite thing.” You sat on the cold examination table and plopped Rogue in your lap.

Ace was still awkwardly standing in the middle of the room where you had left him. You beckoned him over once again, but this time he looked around nervously, refusing to join you.

“Ace,” you said gently. “It’s going to be okay.”

“I think maybe we should wait on the vaccinations,” Ace said, looking at Rogue with a concerned gaze.

“She’ll be okay,” you said, waving your hand again to try and get him to join you.

“She probably won’t even feel it,” Marco agreed. “The cold stethoscope will be more jarring for her than the vaccines.”

“I just think-”

“Ace.” Your voice wasn’t hostile, but it was stern. The two of you had talked about this. You lived on a giant ship in the middle of the sea with hundreds of other pirates. Rogue needed her vaccines.

“One day isn’t going to make a big difference,” Ace argued.

“Exactly,” you said back. “Which is why we’re doing them today.”

Marco watched the two of you with an amused look. It was clear to him you both had had this discussion several times already.

“Why don’t we do the exam first, just to make sure everything is okay,” Marco offered.

Ace seemed to be okay with that, and finally joined you all at the exam table.

Marco put his stethoscope up over his ears and held the other part out as you raised Rogue’s shirt. He tickled her stomach a few times to get her smiling, and you could see Ace relax a little bit in the corner of your eye.

Ace was always at such ease when Rogue was smiling. His emotions seemed to be an amplified version of whatever she was feeling. When she couldn’t sleep well, he tossed and turned in your bed. Whenever she cried, it took him hours to calm down. He was so in tune to your all’s daughter that you were almost jealous.

“Do you want to listen?” Marco asked, looking to Ace.

“Me?” Ace asked. “Oh..oh no, I couldn��t.”

“Go ahead.” Marco handed off the stethoscope to his fellow commander, and you saw Ace actually smile for the first time today as he listened to his daughter’s heartbeat.

“Now we’re going to check her ears, nose, and throat.” Marco took back his stethoscope and pulled out another piece of equipment, showing Ace how it worked and allowing him to look when he could.

“Just about everything looks good,” Marco said, rolling back to his desk on his stool to make some notes.

“Just about?” you and Ace asked in synchronicity. Your grip involuntarily tightened around your daughter, concerned by Marco’s words.

“She’s got a minor ear infection.” Marco grabbed a small container from a cabinet and rolled back to you. “Put two drops of this in her left ear every morning and every night for a week. It’s nothing to be concerned about, I promise.”

You nodded and took the ear medication, but Ace looked like he was going to be sick.

“What if it gets worse?” He asked. You could hear his breathing start to grow more rapid.

“Then come see me, man.” Marco laughed and patted Ace on the shoulder. “You guys know your kid, and you know you can come see me anytime. But it’s minor. It would probably go away on its own, but we want to keep the little princess as comfortable as possible, right?”

“Right,” Ace agreed, but you could see his mind was racing with worst-case scenarios already.

“Now for the not-so-fun part,” Marco said, opening a drawer and grabbing three containers and three needles. He smiled at your child in your lap. “Ready, Roguey?”

Ace looked panicked. “Marco, if she’s sick-”

“Won’t harm her at all,” Marco hummed, opening the sterile packaging and filling the needle with the first vaccination.

“But if she’s already in pain-”

You reached your hand out and grabbed Ace’s, holding it tightly. He finally resigned himself to being the minority in this argument, and grew quiet.

“Roguey, Roguey,” Marco sang, poking at her body with his finger and making her giggle. He continued to give her funny faces and sing to her, and then quickly slid the needle under her skin and pushed the vaccine into her system.

Rogue stiffened in your lap for a moment, and you braced yourself for her tears, but Marco continued to sing and poke at her body, and she quickly forgot about whatever strange sensation she had just felt.

Marco administered the second and third vaccine in a very similar way, keeping her so occupied she wasn’t even sure what had happened. When it was all over, he placed a hot pink bandage across her arm and nodded in satisfaction.

“You’re girl is a total badass,” Marco said. “Normally the kids start crying by the second one, but look at that. No tears here.”

“I think Ace is crying enough for both of them,” you grumbled, but you gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

Ace hastily wiped his tears from his eyes and shook his head. “I’m not crying!” he said, though his voice was watery. “She did so well! I’m proud, that’s all.”

“Yeah well,” Marco winked at Rogue, a big smile on his face. “That’s what happens when you have two badass parents.”

#one piece #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #one piece x you #portgas d ace #ace x reader #portgas ace x you #portgas ace x reader #ace x y/n #ace x you #cozage #✧˚ace✧˚

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Sexiest Podcast Character 2024 — Unscripted Undefeated Bracket — Round 3−1

Propaganda

Sammy Sinclair, the Scat King of Ganymede (Tidal Wave Games Podcast: SEE YOU, SPACE COWBOY...):

Don't be crass, it's scat as in jazz. Formerly known as the Sax King of Ganymede, before the loss of his prized saxophone in a debt to the Space Mafia necessitated a rebrand

Pansexual, pangalactic, personal pan pizza

4'10"; but it's not the size that matters, it's what you do with it

As a saxophonist, is good with mouth and fingers and can hold breath for a VERY long time

Say hi to your mom/dad/aunt for me

In-character audio propaganda from when he was against Lup, and an in-character cover of The Slur Song.

you know what's sexier than being an umbrella? Making da fuckin corpos so mad they cancel you.

I heard that swearing is sexy, or something

sexiestpodcastcharacter lore

Corazón de Ballena (The Oxventurers Guild D&D):

Overconfident pirate who is actually kinda insecure but hides it behind a façade of smugness and carelessness. Kinda trans coded (he had a name that he doesn't use anymore and a shitty father who refuses to use the new name), went from being pretty selfish and egoistic to [SPOILER] literally sacrificing himself to save his friend's life

#Corazon de Balleena ALL 👏 THE 👏 WAY #YES i know he's canonically a virgin #but he's a pirate! #he's an incredibly competent rogue! #he's even trans coded! #please my non-D&D mutuals #vote Corazon #a vote for Corazon is a vote for Crime #but in rhe sense of sexy pirate crime

Art of Sammy Sinclair by @areyoshi.

#2024 Round 3 #Sammy Sinclair #Corazón de Ballena #Corazon de Ballena #Tidal Wave Games Podcast #Oxventure #SEE YOU SPACE COWBOY...#Oxventure D&D #The Oxventurers Guild D&D

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Random X-Men Headcanons!

Me and my friend have compiled a lot of headcanons for the X-Men (mainly formulated from jokes) so I wanted to put some here! A few of these are headcanons, most are jokes lol

Kurt listens to really peppy music when he's upset, the main one being the Beach Boys. Just imagine him, poor little German boy, singing Surfin' USA tiredly, trying to turn his mood around.

Erik listens to girly pop music, mainly Katy Perry and Ke$ha. Why? Because it's funny. Let him be girly pop.

Scott tells a lot of jokes but he's deadpan so people can never really tell. Like sometimes he'll just say some insane shit, plain faced, and see how the others react.

Dancing headcanons! Remy is a very good dancer, being particularly prolific in swing dancing. Logan somewhat refuses to dance, but he can line dance. Morph doesn't know how to dance, but they act like they can, dancing like a drunk white girl. Scott and Jean like to dance in private, but Scott gets nervous to dance in front of others. Ororo can bust that shit down.

Scott tries not to laugh when he, or someone else, is doing a bit. Like he tries not to break as he jokes along, to the point where he has to stop talking to not smile, biting inside of his mouth.

Furthermore! He also has a loud laugh, and people get a little caught off guard when they hear it. Me and my friend have described his laugh as a goose honk sound.

Kurt gaslights for fun, and he can get everybody pretty good, except Scott and Jean. You may think "oh because Jean's a telepath, right?" No, because--

Scott and Jean gaslight each other for fun, and they formulate these fake, big arguments, just as a bit. So, they're very familiar with gaslighting tactics, being they lie to each other as a joke, so when Kurt tries to, they immediately meet him-- A little too well, because Kurt is used to just messing with people.

Scott will occasionally freak people out by lowering his glasses (keeping his eyes closed of course). Like someone says "Hey, take a look at that." and he'll lower his glasses and go "Where?!" as a joke.

Everyone loves Kurt. Like, everyone. If Kurt doesn't like someone, everyone has a distaste for them as well.

Jean refers to her own psychic abilities as her "Jedi Mind Tricks"

This one isn't really a headcanon, just a running gag me and my friend do, but something bad will happen, or something inconvenient, and Remy will go "Don't worry.", insistently. Like a loud explosion can go off, and Remy will just say "Don't Worry." Occasionally this will be lengthened to "Don't what? Worry!"

We don't call Leech by his name. We call him Gneep Gnorp. That's it.

Kurt and Remy are super close (as pseudo brother in laws) and they hang out a lot, also doing that guy thing where they flirt with each other as a joke.

No one likes Emma. That's it.

Scott is autistic.

Warren is well manicured. He always has his hair just as he likes it, his wings always preened, his clothes always ironed. He'll a snazzy lookin' fella.

Rogue is a great singer. This barely a headcanon, her voice actress literally put out a song "Mojo Man (Ode to Remy LeBeau)", go listen to it.

Kurt's very coy and playful. Like, "Staaahhppp, hehe!" He also laughs at his own jokes all the time, like he cracks himself up.

Music headcanons! Here's just a few of the ones we made-- Scott likes dad rock obviously, mainly soft rock and folk rock (The Beatles, Hall & Oates, The Beach Boys, CSNY), Logan likes harder rock (Metallica, Alice Cooper, Motley Crue, Iron Maiden), Morph likes new wave and glam rock (Oingo Boingo, David Bowie, Talking Heads, Tears For Fears), Remy likes a fun mix of jazz, country, and soul, with a little rock sprinkled in (Johnny Cash, Ray Charles, Billie Holiday, Queen), Jubilee likes a lot of pop, pop-rock, that sorta thing (Cyndi Lauper, Madonna, ABBA, Wham!)

Kurt has a lil hyperfixation on pirates and ships-- this is kinda canon in the comics. But he loves talking about pirate history and ships and misconceptions.

I'm sure there's a bunch of ones I can't remember but there ya go lol

thanks to @the-death-defying-night-crawler for being funny and making these with me lol

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hey-august · 1 year ago

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I know I'm pathetic - Pt 1

(Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Fic tag)

WC: ~450

Warnings for the entire story: NSFW, mdni, Buggy x GN!reader, not an established relationship, dubcon, auralism, masturbation, buggy is a fucking perv, slight degradation kink

Tag list: @rorywritesjunk

Title from Pathetic by blink-182

It happened again. Buggy lost his goddamn ear somewhere on the ship. He misplaced the small appendage during the afternoon, some time between bottles three and four. It wasn’t the only bit of himself that he lost, but the only one he wasn’t able to track down hours later.

The crew knew to put his body parts in plain sight whenever they came across abandoned pieces - setting them in a hallway or on a table so they can find their way home. This became a rule after too many hungover mornings were spent playing hide-and-seek. Any crew members that couldn’t find a good place to hide themselves were recruited to find any hidden body parts littered around the ship.

After The Great Search for Buggy’s Middle Finger, came The Great Ice-Out of Captain Shithead. Buggy barely made it through half the day before he had an unprecedented meltdown.

Cabaji eventually caved and told the distraught clown that the only way to get the crew to acknowledge him beyond following orders was to deal with his rogue body parts on his own. The captain only agreed when Cabaji had enough of the emotional outburst and dismissive arguments about shared responsibilities.

Buggy was still prowling the ship late at night, shoulders tight and fists clenching and unclenching with each step. He was looking and listening for anything that would help him find his fucking ear. Every so often he heard something, but not enough to figure out where it was. Until he could hone in and concentrate, he wouldn’t be able to pull himself together.

His head was beginning to ache with how hard he was focusing on the muffled thuds and thumps that had been sounding off for the past few minutes. Finally, Buggy heard something different. It was a little more crisp, but he couldn’t place what the sound was. Maybe it was the ship creaking.

“Oh fuck…”

He recognized that voice. Your voice. Where were you? Who were you talking to? Did you find his ear?

“Fuck!”

Your voice was still muffled, but it sounded like you were talking softly. Buggy couldn’t hear anything or anyone else. Taking a chance, he hustled to where your room was. As he got closer, the pirate felt the invisible thread that stitched his body together get stronger. His ear must be in your room. Fucking finally.

This wouldn’t be the first time he wound up somewhere odd. Especially with something small, it was easy for little bits and pieces to get caught up in and carried away. Swaddled in laundry, rolling with heavy waves, bumped and jostled until they were trapped in some nook.

With one hand raised to knock on your door and the other reaching for your doorknob, a new sound stopped all of Buggy’s movements.

#eventual smut #buggy x reader #buggy the clown x reader #buggy the clown #buggy x you #x reader #buggy op #opla buggy #one piece buggy #hey-august i know i'm pathetic

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Do you have any recommendations for games with fantasy pirates and tactical combat? I've really been enjoying running Pirate Borg, but I'm missing my crunchy strategy mini games. Thanks for everything you do for the community!

Theme: Tactical Pirate Fantasy

Hello friend, so by ‘tactical’ my best guess as to what you’re looking for is games that provide your characters with multiple options when it comes to resolving conflicts, with some options being better than others. This may or may not include maps in combat, but I think it might also include environmental considerations, buffs or de-buffs for using specific pieces of gear, and accounting for range or position when firing a gun.

However, really tactical games are much harder for me to find, probably because there’s so much math that goes into them. I did my best to give you a range of options, but I’m not entirely sure how well any one of these pirate games match your definition of ‘tactical’.

Bilge Rats, by Games by Cass.

Take to The Sea of Mischief and gamble your life away on high seas adventures as ratfolk pirates. Chase buried treasure, hunt wannabe pirate lords, and engage in some all together unsavoury action in Bilge Rats: A Sea of Mischief. This 78 page guide has everything you need to get your adventures on The Sea of Mischief up and running--except for the d6 dice, cups, and pencils you're gonna need. So, dust off your tricorn caps, get your cutlass shined, and get ready to set sail!

Bilge Rats’ form of strategy is probably unlike what you think of when you think of a tactical game, but I think it’s interesting and worth taking a look at! The basic system is centred around a game called “Liar’s Dice”, which involves rolling, bluffing if you don’t succeed, and calling other’s bluffs. You roll a pool of d6’s, with the difficulty being determined by a) the minimum number to beat to be considered a success and b) the number of successes you need to do the thing. As a player you’ll have to decide when a roll is worth bluffing, and if you enter PVP, it’s also about determining when your opponent is bluffing - challenge someone when they’re right, and you’ll pay the cost!

That being said, I think the most tactical part of this game comes into play during naval battles. Your character type is called a “Duty”, which determines your role upon the ship, your order of initiative, and a number of skill values. You’ll also have to consider wind speed, wind direction, and the roughness of the waves every time you engage in combat on a boat, so making strategic choices to improve your odds is probably pretty important.

The Runed Age, by Stormforge Productions.

In a world where magic and technology have fused together, where the limits that man is capable of have been broken, where a man can destroy the world with a stroke of a pen, the poor starve and the rich prosper off the blood of innocence. A world that should be a utopia has been turned by greed and pride into a battlefield where the poor wage war in the shadows for the ambitions of the wealthy. You are one of these scoundrels, these rogues, these pirates who struggle for the sport of the rich to achieve the glory, the riches, the power to break your chains and surpass the limits of The Runed Age.

The Runed Age is built on the Sigil System, a robust d100 roll-under system that allows you to play as narratively or simulationist as you want. The d100 genre of systems is a tried a true roleplaying method, and what sets the Sigil System (and thus the Ruined Age) apart from the rest is its combat and wounds system, which reflects the stresses and rigours of combat on the body to make combat as realistic as possible. This means that every fight in the Runed Age is a gritty, epic and lethal struggle for survival where you need to be prepared to do your best just to outlive your opponent.

The Runed Age is saturated with magic, using Runes as a mechanic to write your own spells. The openness of the system means that players have a lot of control over what they do with their magic, but the game definitely rewards system mastery because every time you try to write a spell, you’ll have to consider fiddly bits like power, range, and control.

When it comes to rolling dice, the system is heavily inspired by Call of Cthulhu. One review I found for this game mentions a possibility for tactical play, so I’m assuming that combat is more survival than CoC. If you want magic to be a significant part of the game, you probably want to check out The Runed Age.

Blood & Thunder, by Black Flag Printing Press.

You are a cutthroat aboard a pirate ship, seeking the fortune and glory that awaits those strong enough to take it. Brave the waterways of Erda and get rich or die trying in this nautical piracy TTRPG.

Lethal combat meets reactive gameplay at the infantry scale. Board, capture, or sink enemy vessels with naval play. Boasting rules for three dimensional range-finding and movement, even a regular swim in the ocean can become a deadly hazard as you're ripped apart by sharks, sea monsters, or something far worse.

Blood & Thunder is definitely fantastical, just judging from the races that you can choose from. Like D&D, your character choices are pre-packaged with stat bonuses and special abilities, but unlike D&D, you us a d100 for most of your rolls. Difficulty levels range from 0-100, with a limit on what you can even attempt to do depending on how high your skill rating is. If you can roll, you’ll aim to roll under your max skill rating.

Character levelling is also strategic; you need to meet certain requirements to take specific careers. Combat is also pretty dependent on a grid map, which I interpret to mean that range and positioning are two factors that you’ll have to consider, as well as an action economy that ensures that you’ll have to make your moves count.

Pirates and Musketeers, by Andrezj Buhlak.

The 17th century was rich in interesting events, political intrigues, bloody wars, and sea voyages. This book is a gateway to this fascinating period of history. If "dry history" is not enough for you, you can spice it up with fantastic assumptions, including vampires, werewolves, sea monsters and ancient ruins.

Pirates and Musketeers uses the Year Zero engine, which provides you with a number of d6s to roll that come from your base traits, character skills, and character gear. You have the ability to “push” your roll should your initial effort fail, which you will likely do often, as only 6’s are considered a success. However, should you “push” (or “re-roll”) your roll, any 1’s that you roll will also inflict penalties, doing damage to a stat or your gear. This means that in many stages of game-play, players will be balancing how much they value success against how many consequences they’re willing to face.

Language-wise, I’m not really a big fan of the way the game uses the term “savages.” The time period in this game is at the strength of many colonial empires, and some of that definitely bleeds through, so pick up this game with caution.

Caraval Crew, by iotsov.

A low fantasy TTRPG that focuses on sailing ships.

Right now, as far as I can tell, Caravel Crew is untested, but it has a lot of pieces for you to pick up and fiddle with. Combat has a lot of different kinds of options for your characters to exploit, with different outcomes if you bash, stab, shoot, parry, grapple, etc. There’s different weapons that are useful for different skills, and getting new weapons costs gold - an important resource to track. You’ll have a number of resources that you’ll need to keep track of and monitor, including hit points and something called EP.

On top of that, there’s also social and survival rules, so if you want a game that gives you engaging combat while still giving thought to other parts of the game, maybe pick up Caraval Crew and take it for a test drive!

24XX Skeleton Crew, by Jonah Boyd.

Dead men DO tell tales… on the other side. Skeleton Crew takes place in the sailor’s purgatory, Davy Jones’ Locker. When one dies at sea, their soul is brought to the Locker for a vast voyage to judge their fate. Some sailors only spend a few days in the Locker, but many form swashbuckling crews to preserve their non-lives for weeks, months, or years before judgement calls.

24XX games are another approach to the OSR (the same house of game design that fuels Pirate Borg), but use different-sized dice to represent a larger skill. I think there’s still more chance than strategy here, but again, this is a game that you could probably pull things from and then put into another system if you’re looking flavour.

The few fiddly bits that do exist in this game are things like different kinds of ships and different toys to put onto the ship - two things that you might be able to tack onto a game that doesn’t currently think about them, and thus opening up more pieces to consider should you get into a fight. Your ship could also come with flaws - what happens if you get in a fire-fight with a ship that has misfiring cannons? How might that complicate the battlefield?

You can also combine this game with another similar 24XX game, such as 14XX Golden Age to broaden your character origins or give yourself a few extra rules toys to play with.

Islands of the Far Sea, by Kindred Spirits, and Lilliputian, by ManaDawn Tabletop Games.

Islands of the Far Sea is a pirate-themed hack of Chris McDowell's Into the Odd, taking place in the Islands of the Oddworld. Play as one of seven Failed Careers in your new days as a Treasure-Hunter!

Lilliputian: Adventure on the Open Seas is an adventure game about exploring the vast and expansive ocean, filled with uncharted islands, hidden treasure, weird weather and unspeakable horrors. Character creation is fast, fun and random, classless, and relies on fictional advancement. It is based on Mausritter by Isaac Williams, Into The Odd by Chris McDowall and Cairn by Yochai Gal, as-well-as so many more.

Into the Odd and Mausritter use the same bones, and both of these game books acknowledge that inspiration, although Lilliputian also draws quite a bit from Cairn. I don’t consider either of these games to be tactical games - but what they do have is possibilities that can be imported into other games. The Failed Careers from Islands of the Far Sea are packaged skills and gear that you can give a character to start with. They will then have to figure out how to make their kit work for the problems they walk into.

Lilliputian also has specific rules for naval combat, as well as lots and lots of random tables. I think more than anything it communicates a specific vibe, but taking a little bit from one game and a little bit from another is one way to customize your experience - as well as give your players more options when trying to figure out how to tackle their next salty obstacle.

#pirates #seafaring #sailing #indie ttrpgs #tabletop games #game recommendations #dnd #asks #indie ttrpg

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tired-reader-writer · 4 months ago

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Finally— FINALLY THIS PIECE IS DONE. AFTER A MONTH AND A HALF (technically almost two months if we count the previous version whose file corrupted but we'll get to that in a bit). I'm SO proud to finally finish this, the ordeal of my surface pro repeatedly crashing when I was first working on the previous version of this piece, so being finally able to finish it now feels like overcoming a particularly annoying demon that's been haunting me for a while. Hurrah!

(look, I know I said I'd try writing today, uhhhhhh plans spontaneously changed, bear with me)

This is my Naruto OC, and the protagonist of Foxes, Pillars, and Sea-salt Rust: Uzumaki Hoshiori! She's a granddaughter of Mito and Hashirama, only four months younger than Tsunade. Her father, Kazuma, Hashirama and Mito's son, married Uzumaki Tsurue, a priestess of the sea, and Hoshiori is their only child.

So in this AU, shinobi are part of the burakumin caste, aka an underclass regarded as “impure” and “untouchable” due to their dealings with death, and they are kept under control via things such as poaching laws, being banned from owning land, being barred from pursuing higher education, etc, and are utterly reliant on mission money and wars to survive. There were some exceptions, which I won't get into here, but the Uzumaki were part of said exceptions— enjoying a fair bit of autonomy due to their island being difficult to get to. They were partially pirates who menaced anyone who wished to traverse the Fuchi sea, aka the sea between the Continent and the Kiri archipelago.

This is what the prologue of the fic (sadly the only chapter that's up right now) had to say about the Uzumaki and their island, narrated by Tobirama:

Off the coast of Toyonabe city, Niezaki region, in the midst of treacherous waters of the Sanzu strait, there lies the island of Uzunoshima. Mighty as it is small, buildings of local stone that appear as though they'd been carved directly from the island or burst out of the ground fully formed, kawara tiles the same red of their coral reefs, the same red of the people's hair. A clan of roguing pirates— fuuinjutsu masters peerless in their craft.

Home to the world's strongest and most violent tidal waves that form deadly whirlpools, the aptly named Sanzu strait makes the eastern shore of the Continent impossible to traverse. Impossible, that is, to all but the Uzumaki.

The island, Uzunoshima, went without a Daimyo to oversee it, instead being led solely by the matriarch of the Uzumaki clan. They are matriarchal in this AU.

When the Founders sought to change things, improve the world for shinobi, they turned their gaze to Uzunoshima, in hopes that it would become a strong support for Konohagakure when the latter would negotiate for better and better terms, such as raising the graduation age for shinobi, pushing for shinobi to be able to pursue other careers, for them to be able to own land, and so on— The Uzumaki and the Senju in this AU shared a close bond, and they had hoped it would be a foundation for a long-standing alliance between Uzunoshima and Konohagakure. Tobirama in particular, was also concerned about the future safety of the Uzumaki:

To say many fear the Uzumaki would be no exaggeration. Unconquerable, untouchable, a thorn in the world's side, shinobi and civilian alike.

Nobility does not tolerate insurgents.

The extermination of the Sabi clan, and others before and after— it only serves to prove this fact.

Exterminations pay well, and while they might have been able to withstand individual lords, with the establishment of Hidden Villages, many clans under one banner and country…

If he cannot broker a solution, if he does not help quell the discontent—

He fears for Uzunoshima. He fears for the Uzumaki, their sister-clan, the clan from which Senju came.

There was, however, a catch. Uzunoshima would adopt the Continent's way: install a Daimyo, create a Hidden Village, and follow the system that the Founders had designed. A granddaughter of the current clan head (Uzumaki Haine, Mito's niece) was chosen to become the Daimyo, and she would wed a son from the court of Hi no Kuni to signify an alliance. And so Uzunoshima became Uzushiogakure.

However, things went south pretty fast.

Hashirama and Tobirama both died in quick succession during the First Shinobi World War, leaving behind a successor who did not pick up where the Founders had intended— you see, Tobirama picked a successor in the middle of a battle, and because the choice was made without the oversight and approval of the Hi no Kuni court, the nobles are rather unhappy, and so to preserve the Hidden Village, Sarutobi Hiruzen bent over backwards to appease them, leading to the deterioration of the system that got to the point where young genin were sent to war, and where mere six-year-olds could become genin.

Kokuen, Haine's husband, the “import groom” as he was referred to by the Uzumaki, also held the Uzumaki in contempt, and repeatedly tried to impose more and more arbitrary divisions between “civilian” and “shinobi” in the veins of mainland customs onto the island and brandished the power of the Hi no Kuni court, much to the disdain of the islanders. Haine, the Daimyo, was in love with Hoshiori's mother Tsurue, and Kokuen felt threatened by it because:

And though two women may formally join their households for love, and raise their children together as though they washed ashore from the same waters, that is, born from the same womb, the same cannot be said for men— even though there lies a bond-oath not too dissimilar to the one women may swear, unite two households into one it does not.

*“to wash ashore” here is an Uzumaki metaphor that means “to be born”

Which means, once two women wed each other, their two households combine into one, and any children they may have had independently are now counted as part of the same household. If Haine were to successfully bring Tsurue to her side, Hoshiori would be counted for a legitimate heir to the Daimyo seat just as much as Kokuen's own daughter with Haine is. Considering the close bond the Uzumaki shared with the Senju, and Hoshiori's blood ties to the Founders, and the fact that the Uzumaki are very unhappy with Kokuen and the current system, there would be a chance of Hoshiori being used as a rallying point for the Uzumaki to take the reins and try to pick up where the Founders left off.

This would spell bad news for Uzunoshima, because the Hi no Kuni court would try to squash that rebellion, which in turn would endanger the Uzumaki, so Tsurue always declined Haine's advances. This didn't stop Kokuen from trying to put down harsher divides between the two “classes” though.

Despite the fact that she technically should've counted as a “civilian” due to the fact that lineages are traced by the mother's line and Tsurue being a priestess, Hoshiori was nonetheless pushed into being a shinobi because Kokuen had wanted to weaponize what is basically the clout given by Hoshiori being Hashirama's descendant. This was not helped by the fact that Tsunade became a genin at age 6 and became known for being a prodigy.

(Hoshiori is also not counted to be part of the line of succession to the Uzumaki clan head position, because Tsurue is not part of that line. Basically she got locked out of both sides. Yeesh.)

WHICH IS ALL TO CONTEXTUALIZE HER POSITION IN HER HOMELAND. UGH.

So Hoshiori was a soft, gentle child unsuited to combat and the shinobi lifestyle. She did great at theoretical stuff, had great chakra control, but when it comes to sparring? Hoo boy.

She hesitated a lot. She chickened out of blows and stuff because she was afraid of hurting people. She would always lose at spars. She hated, hated being made to be shinobi. She wanted to be an apprentice priestess instead. Or, well.... there's another thing.

Hoshiori and Haine have a... strange dynamic. Basically they pretend and play house. They both want to be each other's family, so they pretend. After Hoshi became genin, Haine would stick her on “baby-sitting missions” where Hoshi (and her team, but mainly Hoshi) would be made to accompany and “guard” Haine's daughter, Gyokuen-hime, and being kinda “allowed” to be with Gyokuen when the latter was receiving lessons and stuff, enabled Hoshi to take an interest in things such as poetry, literature, even a dash of politics.

(The irony was that Gyokuen would've done numbers as a marauding pirate on the sea, while Hoshiori was made for softer stuff, but, y'know, things turned out Like That™. And that introduced... complications into the dynamic between Hoshiori, Gyokuen, and Haine.)

After Kokuen finally railroading things to send Hoshiori's genin team into a mission on the Continent, into the throes of war, though...

Things went very sideways.

Hoshiori tried to save a pair of civilians and it cost her her teammates. In the end, even the civilians were killed.

The experience caused Hoshiori to... dissociate from the world. Detach. Not process anything she ever does on the field emotionally, just doing whatever fits the mission criteria so that she can go home and be “real” again. She stops perceiving anything outside of her life in the shrine as real life, just obstacles she must overcome in order to resume her life in the shrine with her family.

Things change again, years later, when Kushina gets picked to be the next jinchuuriki. A young child among many who are tutored in fuuinjutsu by Hoshiori.

She chooses to try and take Kushina's place, despite the fact that it would've been easier for her to think to herself, “that's none of my business”, and continue to live her detached life.

I won't spoil you with the details, but when Hoshiori eventually gets to Konoha, accompanying Kushina with the plan to convince Konoha to send Kushina back... Mito passes the crown she used to wear onto Hoshiori.

Hoshiori at first doesn't realize why Mito would do this, but... Well. I shan't spoil it. It's tied to a lot, a lot of things— Uzushio politics, the larger world politics, Mito's own personal reasons, etc etc etc. I'm saving all that for the fic.

Hoshiori doesn't wear the crown during her stay in Konoha. She doesn't dress like an Uzumaki there at all, instead seeking to blend into the Konoha populace.

She'd only reclaim these things once she breaks free of Konoha's hold and basically becomes a leader of... something. Which will happen, but I won't say how or why yet, not in this post anyways. I might in future posts.

So that was one lengthy character intro post! What do y'all think about it?

Some close-ups for bonus:

I really wanted her hair to look like copper rather than a more vivid red. I tried to shoot for a metallic look with the rendering!

The silk was so fun to render. One day I wanna draw a full-body portrait of Hoshiori in Uzumaki clothing like she's wearing here. It's heavily based on ryusou— the traditional dress of the Ryukyu Kingdom (Okinawa)! Not so much the patterns bc, uh, I don't think I'm equipped to draw those yet, but the general silhouette and styling!

The pearls were SUCH a pain to draw. Also the scribbles were traced from this one... I think document? from the Ryukyu Kingdom.

Me: drawing pearls was such a pain! I'm never drawing pearls again!

Also me: how about we try drawing iridescent mother-of-pearl?

Flat colours!

Aaaaaand the only remnant of the previous version where I lost my file to corruption, which was FUCKING ANNOYING as I was already trying to render the fucking crown. Ugh T_T

As ANOTHER bonus, here's a quiz result of something I nabbed from @/woodblxssomcrowned's blog:

What kind of herb are you?

Cardamom

You're lonely but it's okay. It's okay. It's okay. You've always been okay except you're not and somehow you've made yourself and everyone else around you believe that too. Connection to anyone is harder than you could have ever dreamed when you were young and unloved and invisible to everyone who was supposed to care about you and save you from the voiding hollowness in your chest, in your throat. You smile and say you're okay and you are, or at least you tell yourself you are, but is anyone even worried? You tell yourself that they are or maybe that it's good they aren't. You'll be okay, one day. One day.

(the mention crossed out so that I don't bother the blog! we're not mutuals and we don't know each other so I'd rather not be overbearing. I am however shameless with friends.)

OH and the AU has a playlist!

#uzumaki hoshiori (oc)#foxes pillars and sea-salt rust #naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto oc #naruto au #senju tobirama #because his narration was mentioned #rotten egg's shitty art #this is basically what Hoshi looks like when she becomes a... Daimyo #look it was a Process™#do you realize how much I'm holding back by not mentioning the other Uzumaki politics details? or Mito's stuff?#OR UZUSHIO'S FALL?????

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