#unlucky;; ransom

[kresnikxkaden]

Just great. Start of Spring Mischief also coincided with a full moon and Kaden's first day had Lucien hitting him with a bad luck spell. Did that stop him from going to work despite the fact he blew out all his tires and got a crack in the windshield of his car that he took down to Krovs Town? Absolutely not. Thank god he chose driving over teleporting otherwise he surely would have lost a limb or telefragged.

It wasn't really like he could or wanted to back out. Krovs Town PD was already down one officer with Mason affected by the full moon this evening. Sun went down and it was time to take up position along the border between town and where the incline of trees began. Course as he exited his car he immediately tripped over his own feet and stumbled, his silver-loaded gun slipping out of his hand and crashing to the ground. And of course Ransom was there to see the whole thing. Sighing in exasperation, Kaden gathered himself back up and rolled his eyes as he passed the black dragon, already expecting a comment. "Don't even start," he said.

@officermorozov

[alkhale]

i know it might have been mentioned before, but if it hasn't been touched on already, could we pretty pretty pls see what a marine au for memos would look like? who would Hoku work for? would she ironically make for a good marine?

The following AU takes place in a timeline where Hoku did eventually join the Marines. After spending time on Dawn Island with Luffy, when Hoku sets off on her own journey, reuniting with Ace, meeting Hack, etc, only after fixing up Mayman/meeting Kid, does she seek out Tsuru and decide to take her up on her offer to become "an upstanding marine" and to avoid Luffy

(The scene with Shanks below takes place sometime 3D2Y post-time skip)

Hoku decides to play at being a marine because she (1) finds them constantly in the line of fire and at risk of work hazards (2) believes there's something specific she can do from the inside of the institute she'd like to explore, mainly helping other Pokians and maaaaaybe making things a bit easier for a certain king of pirates (because she knows she can always quit!) (3) it will help her avoid being a pirate with luffy and being involved further in the main story

Despite this plan, she still seems to run into one too many pirates

"What's your relationship with Straw Hat Luffy?" "Who's that?" "Our men saw him trying to kidnap you onto his ship! Was it for ransom?" "He just wanted me to try Sanji's new dish."

"But you're a marine, we're supposed to be capturing pirates?"

"I didn't see that in the handbook."

"But you never read the handbook!"

Hoku underwent rigorous training with Tsuru, mainly under the tough old lady's jurisdiction—this helps her particularly avoid discipline from several other marines. There have often been requests for her to join other commands, some from marines who want to teach her a lesson, others from marines who genuinely have fun working with her

When Tsuru isn't training her, she's being worked to near death by Garp

She has one of the highest disciplinary records in academy history

Some cadets don't understand how she can get away with getting into so much trouble, sometimes a marine grunt will see her being forced to clean out an entire base's cafeteria while someone supervises and they're like?? again??? how is she not in impel down?? tried for mutiny??

Some people eventually get the memo—it's favoritism/abuse of power/strangely good luck in some occasions

Some marines don't like it one bit, they have it out for Hoku, she doesn't really care

Garp never, ever stops talking anyone's ear off about how his beautiful, adorable granddaughter is going to be one of the best marine's the world has ever seen

Tsuru has unofficially officially made herself Hoku's grandmother in a way. She and Garp often have petty fights over Hoku stories. They fight a lot over who's squad Hoku has to be on

Over the years, she's actually made enough contributions and done quite the number of great feats, enough to land her at captain level, (rear admiral candidate at Tsuru and Garp's behest) but Hoku sometimes keeps her petty officer title, keeping the perks that come with captain status and the likes

She doesn't mind abusing her power and shrugging off her responsibilities

Whenever she's assigned missions where she has a whole squad to take care of, the marines assigned to her are usually wary, uncertain and thinking they're unlucky

Until they actually work with Hoku and are like??? we're doing work today? did we just bust this human trafficking ring? did we just liberate an entire island stuck in a pirate tyranny? and other times they come, asking her what their job is for today and she's just like? go home there's nothing to do

If they really bother her, she'll send them off to different islands and countries that need help. "Go distribute these supplies to here." "They asked for someone to help rebuild their village." "Put those dumb ships to use and go delivery this to them."

Hoku has made her way around several different bases, under several different chains of commands, (she is now infamous) usually on a sort of temp job kind of borrowed basis, but officially she's under Tsuru's wing

Smoker has gone through several different stages of mental strife and grief with Hoku, originally being distrustful when the criminal who blew up a base in Tretar became a marine, then becoming somewhat determined to help mold her into a damn good marine, then to becoming strangely fixed (obsessed) with either being in charge of ensuring she receives punishment/is not mistreated for her origins within the lower ranks, and they are even sometimes seen gambling together on occasion. They have a funny relationship these two, Hoku's too lazy to try to understand it.

Her outfit as a marine is a lot like her original, however she wears a black top instead of white and with black pants. Her jacket is white instead with her usual accessories, and the only thing that helps people actually identify her as a marine is the standard issue marine cap she wears

Hoku has also secretly become a huge collector of wanted posters. It originally started small, just taking the wanted posters of people she cared about, but now it's spiraled into a full-on sizable collection where she has different versions of wanted posters, original prints, first roll-outs and etc. She trades with Bradnew and other marines and hangs them all up on her wall or keeps them safe in a minted book

Hoku often abuses any and all of her rights as a marine. She's really, really good at being a bad marine.

"Hey, did you hear the news?"

The petty officer looked up from where they'd been tasked to dust and clean the entire meeting room to perfection. Several other cadets and chore boys had been called from the barracks, each ordered to ensure that the following few rooms that would be in use for the meeting would be ready at a moment's notice.

For what meeting? He had no idea.

"No," he said, because he didn't know. There was so much gossip going around base these days he could hardly keep up. "What was it?"

First there'd been the rumor that one of the Four Emperors of the sea was on the move about the Grand Line, cutting and going as he pleased. Any movement from an Emperor was grounds for mass panic. Then there'd been talk that newly appointed Fleet Admiral Akainu had almost burned another ranking marine alive. Less serious and more on the interesting side, word was floating around that the Vice Admiral Smoker was seeing someone, which was juicy gossip in its own right because Vice Admiral Smoker?

"Apparently he's always following her around," someone said.

"He requests transfers and is always grumbling about them, I think he's worried they're going to end up with someone else—"

"Even Captain Tashigi seems to be aware and they're always—"

For today, however, it seemed something different was brewing amongst headquarters. Other officers were making a ruckus while the upper brass seemed particularly miffed—which usually only happened if it involved someone outside their scope of power influence doing something they didn't like—

"One of the Seven Warlords is visiting HQ!"

The petty officer blinked, opening his mouth before closing it and then finally deciding on his next words, "Well, that's big news, but it's not unheard of news man. They're required to come for summons."

The petty officer shrugged. "Especially people like Bartholomew Kuma or First-Son of the Sea Jimbei. They're always on time."

"No, no, you don't understand," the marine looked around as though someone would hear before motioning for the petty officer to come closer. He rolled his eyes, leaning over the table. "It isn't just any of the Warlords... It's Hawk-Eye Mihawk!"

The petty officer dropped his broom, turning to his fellow marine. The other man looked smug now. "Dracule Mihawk is coming to HQ?"

"That's what I'm saying!"

"You should've said so sooner!" the petty officer scooped up his broom, renewing his cleaning with vigor. "He's not just a regular Warlord—that guy never responds to his summons! Never!"

"See what I mean! This is big news! Why now? What do you think convinced him to come?"

"It must be something big," he said, shaking his head as the two of them not-so-discreetly made their way to the wide windows overlooking the base's dock. They'd get a full view of the elusive swordsman this way. "Do you think they're mobilizing for something?"

"I don't know, man. Think they'll let us sit in on the—"

A loud clamor came from the ground level beneath them. The two marines quickly looked at each other and then pressed their faces up against the glass. Their fellow officers below them were rushing around on the docks, forming into greeting lines and looking sick with nervousness. One man seemed to be praying.

It was understandable behavior, to be honest. Dracule Mihawk was known for being an unknown man and more often then not he'd felled one too many marine ships simply because they'd been in his way.

"I see his ship!" the marine beside him said. They pressed harder to the glass, squinting for the full view. "Always gives me the creeps. Who sails around in a coffin?"

He thought about telling his fellow officer that there was quite the number of weirder ships out there, but the sudden silence below them made the two of them pause. They glanced to each other and then back down.

The dock had gone eerily silent. Marines shook at the knees while hardened captains and a single vice admiral waited to greet the Warlord of the Sea.

One figure, however, suddenly came into view along the dock, sticking out like a sore thumb compared to the rest.

Her bright white hair fluttered absently with the wind, tugged this way and that as she paced up and down the dock, looking out across the ocean. She skirted the edge of the pier, however, just shy of the water with her hands stuffed into her jacket pockets.

"Who the hell is that?" the marine beside him said. "And why isn't she falling into line? What's her rank?"

"That's..." the petty officer caught a full view of the woman's face now, freezing at the infamous half-heart curving around her eye. "Cap—Serga—Lieute—" he paused, uncertain of her current ranking now. "Officer Hoku!"

"Hoku?" the marine looked confused, "who the hell is that?"

"Officer Hoku!" the petty officer repeated, looking at the man in shock. "You haven't heard of her? Vice Admiral Tsuru's right hand woman, the officer who blew up over ten marine bases—"

"She blew up our own bases?"

"It's a long story—the woman who apparently violated the nefarious Trafalgar Law—"

"Violated?"

"I heard what she did to him was so disgusting, even the officers near her threw up themselves! The one who fought Fleet Admiral Akainu's authority multiple times, got caught gambling in Crocodile's casino, vandalized a whole part of Marineford—"

"And she's not in Impel Down?" the man said, aghast. "Are you sure she's on our side?"

"Oh, sure. She's been credited with busting the largest human trafficking rings in history! She's also brought in multiple heinous pirates, and on multiple occasions they say she's been able to deescalate several run-ins with huge bounty pirates like the Straw—"

"I guess it makes sense why they're sending her to meet someone like a shichibukai," the marine said thoughtfully. The petty officer paused, a bit offended he didn't get to finish Hoku's infamous and notorious list. "Need a crazy officer to handle a crazy pirate, right?"

A commotion finally broke out below them. The vice admiral waiting to oversee the whole affair was shouting at Hoku now, lecturing her about her lack of respect. The white haired marine simply took a seat on a wooden crate, picking at her ear and absently flicking off toward the vice admiral's feet.

The marine gaped while the petty officer stiffled a laugh with a cough.

"Look, it's him!"

Hoku seemed to have thought the same thing, turning sharply from the vice admiral and jumping to her feet. A single, haunting figure of a man stepped out from the edge of his coffin. His coat flared out dangerously about his heels, wind catching against the fluffed plume atop his head. Cadets started to shake at the knees at the sight of the man—

"Mihawk!"

The cadets around them went completely pale, jaws growing slack as Hoku flew across the dock, taking off with a flying leap and sailing through the air, arms and legs oustretched.

Dracule Mihawk did not move. He remained, still as a statue as the marine promptly wrapped her arms and legs around his head. The vice admiral's jaw dropped to the floor, one hand reaching for his saber uselessly.

Mihawk remained still, allowing Hoku to situate herself as she rubbed her cheek over the top of his hat, laughing with a sound so sweet with joy, it made the petty officer flush. She turned around, keeping herself wrapped completely over his head.

The rest of the marines continued to stare, waiting for Mihawk to throw her into the water or cut her in half.

"I didn't know you were coming to visit!" Hoku said happily, eyes shining with affection. "What's it for? You get called in by the brass or somethin'?"

"It was a whim." Mihawk neither cut her nor tossed her into the ocean. Instead, the man simply began to walk with perfect ease, toting Hoku along as though she were an added weight to his hat. "I will be departing shortly."

"Already! You've got a stay for at least a bit! Actually, aren't you hear for a meeting?"

"I heard of no such thing."

"Oh, cool then! Why don't we grab something to eat?"

"You mean to spar?"

"I-I never said that! Eat! I said eat!"

"Come, then. We shall take up arms—"

"Wait, wait, wait!"

The petty officer quickly began to add another feat to Hoku's growing list. The marine beside him continued to gape.

- - - - - - - - -

"Hmm," Hoku's brows furrowed in thought, fingers moving in a rhythmic, soothing motion. "This isn't a bad idea, right?"

"It's a bit cramped."

"Right, right, sorry about that. Just give it a few more minutes. Those guys out there are runnin' around like chickens without a head."

"Aye."

Hoku's fingers flexed. Her cheeks flushed a bit as she cleared her throat. As subtly as she could, she pressed herself tighter to the figure squeezed into the armory closet beside her. He made no move in protest, simply shuffling a bit to accommodate her and Hoku felt her cheeks flush.

"Do you need more room?" he asked.

"No, no," Hoku cleared her throat. "Sorry. Mind if I get a bit closer."

"That's okay," he said kindly. "I don't mind."

Hoku sneakily reached her arms more around his waist. He turned again in her arms and she felt her heart hammer wildly now, cheeks flushed as she slowly, carefully pressed her cheek against him.

Hoku shut her eyes in bliss. Soft. Like a cloud. And so warm. So, so warm. Ka. I don't mind staying like this for another hour—

"Shambles."

Hoku let out a squawk of surprise, her and her companion ripped clean from the closet and appearing hovering in the air for a moment. A thin film of blue surrounded the two of them, Hoku's arms and legs wrapped shamefully and scandalously around the other as her eyes went wide and then they both crashed onto cobblestone floors.

Hoku groaned, a second flick of someone's fingers leaving her on her ass before a pair of long legs. She rubbed her tailbone, looking up with a disgruntled frown as dark, brooding eyes gazed directly back at her.

"Traffy," Hoku greeted casually. "I didn't know you were here."

Law gave Hoku one long, withering look before he glanced over to the mound of soft white fur collapsed on the floor still, his fluffy cheeks flushed a soft pink.

"Were you taking advantage of Bepo?"

Hoku coughed. She refused to meet Law's eyes, fiddling instead with the top of his boot.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Captain Hoku!" Hoku blinked, looking around the side of Law's legs as a crowd of marines skidded to a halt before them. "Shall we arrest these fiends?"

"Nah," Hoku sighed, standing up as she dusted herself off. Law tipped his head to the side, regarding her coolly. "No need."

"B-But they're pirates!"

"I didn't see anything." Hoku turned on her heel, giving Bepo a wink. The polar bear's cheeks flushed a brighter pink and she grinned, saunteering off. "Let's head back to the ship—"

Tattooed fingers enclosed smoothly around her wrist. Hoku blinked, once, twice, before she glanced down to the larger hand engulfing hers. She followed it up to a calm, unreadable expression, dark, half-lidded eyes slowly meeting her own.

Something devious flickered, like a dark little shadow across Law's face.

Hoku paled.

"On an island surrounded by marines," Law said slowly, his voice low, curling around her ears. "I suppose we ought to take a hostage for safe passage, right?"

Hoku grinned nervously.

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"Cap—Officer Hoku! Officer Hoku!"

Hoku sighed, forcing her eyes to remain shut. Sunlight warmed the exposed skin of her belly, whispering temptingly to urge her into a well-needed nap in a rare moment of peace. The island they'd been called to investigate had seemed to resolved itself, no more terrorizing, plundering pirates and simply happy, cheerful townsfolk.

She didn't know what good luck had helped them out, but she wasn't about to complain over a free chance to kick back on the island before HQ called them back. They weren't expected for another week—this was the perfect chance to slack offcget some rest.

Hurried footsteps still rushed her way. Hoku kept her arms behind her head, lounging over one of her drawn hammocks. Usually ignoring them for awhile did the trick—

"Officer Hoku!" the marine finally panted, wheezing as she skidded to a halt beside Hoku. "Cap—Hoku! It's an emergency!"

Hoku kept silent, turning onto her side.

"The—at the docks," the girl panted. Her eyes were round with fear, knees shaking. "Docks!"

Hoku continued to sway peacefully in the sun.

"A ship, docked!" she inhaled a great breath of air.

"It's one of the Four Emperor's of the Sea—Red Haired Shanks!"

Hoku slipped out of her hammock, slamming face first into the wood below her. The marine jumped, hands flying to her mouth as Hoku quickly shot to her feet, nose red from her fall and eyes wide in disbelief.

"Who?"

"Red Haired Shanks!" the marine cried. Hoku's jaw went slack, eyes round. "O-Our men are currently in a perimeter around him! Apparently he's been spending time on this island for the past few days and—"

"They're doing what?" Hoku squawked. "Our orders are to never engage with Emperors unless ordered—oh for—ka!"

The marine opened her mouth to deliver the most pressing part of the news, but Hoku was already running past her, racing faster than she could ever hope to catch up to.

"And he's..." the marine started weakly. "Asking for you..."

Hoku skidded to a halt before massive blockade of blue and white bodies. She scowled, quickly forcing her way through, barking out quick and concise orders as her men whirled around, eyes widening at her appearance, jumping in and shouting left and right about emperor, what do we do? and Captain Hoku, stay back! This man is—

Hoku let out a screech as she tripped into the clearing, finally pushing past the wall of bodies.

A single arm reached out, a hand wrapping gently around her arm to hold her steady.

Hoku froze, her eyes shooting up.

"Dove," Shanks said, voice thick with fondness. "It's been awhile."

Hoku's traitorous heart fluttered at the sight of that slow, cheerful grin. She pointedly coughed, dusting herself off as Shanks' eyes flickered with amusement, stepping back, fingers lingering slightly on her arm so she could straighten herself.

"Pirate," Hoku said casually, the hint of a tease in her tone. Shanks raised a playful brow in turn. "As... what rank am I right now?"she turned to her men behind her.

"Just an officer, ma'am!"

"As commanding officer," Hoku crossed her arms over her chest. Shanks hand fell back to his side, fingers curling slightly. "I'm obligated to ask what one of the Four Emperors of the Sea is doing in this humble town."

"Well," Shanks glanced over his shoulder, back toward the dock where the Red Force was waiting. He could sense the playful jeers of his crew over the lip of the bow. "Miss Marine... It isn't a crime to be stocking up on some supplies and catching a short break now, is it?"

Hoku pretened to think his words over. Shanks' eyes glimmered with mirth.

The marine surrounded them continued to gape, frozen in disbelief.

"It's interesting timing," Hoku said. Shanks hummed for her to continue. "We were originally here on a distress call, but just as we were about to dock, we found out the issue had already been taken care of..."

"What luck," Shanks said with a grin. "I suppose that leaves you with some time to perhaps... relax yourself, aye?"

Hoku's mouth parted to retort and then she paused. Hoku blinked, looking up at Shanks in stunned surprise as she tried to make the little click of what she'd just heard in her head. But when he says it like that... no, wait. There's no way he'd know—huh?

Shanks watched the gears turn, eyes crinkling at the corners. "I know how hard you marines are always working—"

"Hoku!" Shanks eyes flickered to where a man broke the ranks of the gathered crowd, shoulders squared with whatever confidence he'd mustered. Shanks regarded him easily, expression relaxed as he approached Hoku. "We should retreat! We need to leave immediately and report the situation back to HQ!"

Hoku turned back to the marine. "It's alright. It's... a bit of a long story, but you guys know how it goes these days. He's—"

"Not like one of the other pirates!" the marine continued, gaze fearfully flickering to an amused looking Shanks and back. "With the others we understood, but this is an Emperor of the Sea! Cap—Officer Hoku, we should go!"

"I know, I know," Hoku appeased. "But don't—"

A different marine broke the ranks now, reaching out a grabbing Hoku's elbow. The first marine looked shocked while Hoku remained nonchalant, expression cool.

Shanks' gaze slowly flickered to where his fingers pressed indents into her skin.

The marine scowled viciously. "I ain't gettin' fired because of—

Shanks simply glanced over the top of Hoku's head.

Hoku's knees buckled for a moment, trembling under the sheer force until she quickly rightened herself, looking up at the pirate before her in disbelief.

Left and right the marine officers behind her dropped to the floor like flies, foam spilling out of some of their mouths as they crashed onto the ground. The man who'd grabbed Hoku in particular had been the first to collapse, hacking and clawing at his head before he fell face forward, pale and ashen. Hoku watched all of them, jaw going slack until not a single man was left standing, wiped out in a manner of seconds.

Warily, she turned her gaze back to playfully dark eyes, already watching her in turn.

"...even I have to say," Hoku began slowly, "that was a bit much, don't you think?"

"I never said I was a patient man," Shanks said almost sweetly, but his tone was sly and his eyes crinkled at the corners, shameless. "Now, Dove..."

Shanks offered her his arm, lips curling at the corner into something mischievous. His eyes watched her, half-lidded and almost lazy.

They burned, never leaving her face.

Hoku felt her pulse racing beneath her skin, forcing herself to appear relaxed.

"Shall we catch up a bit?" Shanks said, a slight husk to his tone.

"...I could threaten to make quite the arrest you know," Hoku said, only because she needed time to calm down.

Shanks tipped his head to the side, seeming to humor the thought. He hummed then, shutting his eyes as though going a step further and imagining the scenario. He turned his arm toward her, offering his wrist.

"I suppose I could come willingly," he said lightly, his words curling all about her, "If it were a beautiful woman like you... but I'm afraid I've only got one hand to offer..."

Shanks grinned impishly. "You'd have to cuff me to yourself."

Hoku snorted, crossing her arms over her chest. Shanks laughed, a full, cheerful sound. "You sure that's a good idea?"

"Well, I suppose it could be quite a bit to handle."

"More than you can handle?" Hoku grinned.

Shanks' eyes glittered then, like a ripple, and Hoku felt a thin shiver run down her spine, like the playful drag of a fingertip ghosting along her back.

"I don't know," Shanks murmured into her ear, leaning down. "I'd have to find out for myself."

Weakly, Hoku hooked her arm through his, making the decision for him.

Shanks laughed, a bellowing, heartfelt sound. He pulled her along into his side, his cloak flaring out behind them, almost wrapping around Hoku as they made their way down to the port.

"Aw, dove, don't pout. I promise I won't bite."

"You might lose a tooth or two if you try that."

"Dahaha! I thought you'd be sweeter since it's been so long! Is this any kind of reunion?"

"I was never sweet to you."

"Mmm, what does a man have to do to get a woman out of his league to give him a smile half as sweet as the ones she gives to that brooding—"

"Ten million beli," Hoku said on instinct. She paused then, suddenly growing pale as she half turned to Shanks, stepping a step back but unable to get very far with her arm still hooked through his—Shanks let her go a little ways away.

(But not very far.)

"Actually, wait, I take that—"

"Why, dove," Shanks laughed, grinning almost boyishly. "I suppose that could be easily arranged—"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Hoku grumbled, trying to force the embarrassed red crawling up her neck to disappear. Shanks watched the dark flush along the nape of her neck with half-lidded eyes. "I know that amount ain't much these days to an Emperor of the seas—"

"It isn't that," Shanks said lightly, his words curling playfully. Hoku blinked, looking back up at him curiously.

Deep red stood out brightly against the expanse of white. Strands of Shanks' hair tickled against the side of her head as Hoku froze. Shanks leaned down, curling around her, smoothly tucking her against his side—the action forced Hoku to bend a bit, back arching ever so slightly as Shanks' lips brushed against her ear.

Hoku caught a glimpse of dark eyes beneath crimson strands. They curved, playful as always at the corners, but still a shudder threatened to run through her—the light press of Shanks' fingers on the side of her hip—when did he move his hand—

"You're worth much more than that, dove."

Hoku swallowed. She meant to say, "Oh, yeah?" but the sound that came out instead was a soft, slightly shaky, "Mmnh?"

Shanks hummed in affirmation, his eyes absently sliding behind her. "But I suppose it's easy to forget that when you've been surrounded by men who don't quite..." his gaze swept over the passed out, foaming marines at their feet, "Know how to value a woman properly, aye?"

Shanks paused briefly, brows raising slightly in surprise as he glanced down to the slender, scarred fingers now examining Gryphon, slid clean from its sheath. His sword rested with care in Hoku's hands as she inspected the current status of the blade.

Her eyes were half-lidded in faux disinterest, expression cool as she absently met his brightening gaze.

"And a heinous, shameless pirate would know better?"

"Hmm," Shanks grinned, walking the two of them back deeper into port. He remembered there being quite the delicious chef charring food in an open fire pit by the port.

"I suppose we'll have to find out."

-the shanks was too self-indulgent, anytime i think of writing a little bit of this man, he manages to steal another paragraph from me

[starbanmk]

beginnings/ends

—

Ashswagg was a god. He could look anywhere.

The first universe Ash found him in after the eruption, he was a pirate. The feared capitain of a ship, on a mission for power. He kidnapped Ash when they first met, held him hostage under the impression that he was royalty and randsomed him for a price low enough that it was semi-offensive.

Ashswagg didn't belong to his world, though, and soon after Reddoons discovered that, he begrudgingly dropped the ransom and invited him to his crew.

They fell in love. They always did, if they had the time.

But soon enough, Ashswagg was unhappily reminded of soot, pouring from the sky, as cannon balls from another ship left trails of spark and smoke before hitting the hull.

And Ash lost him again.

But he'd always find him again, too.

He was a guitarist, then a superhero. A lawyer, then a siren. An artist. A bartender.

And Ash would always find him, and they'd fall in love, they were supposed to fall in love. But then, with every iteration of Reddoons, he'd get unlucky.

He was hit by a car, killed by a villian. Assassinated, poached. He'd work too much. Smoke too much.

Ashswagg ignored how he was going in circles. He ignored how it was endless, pointless, circular. He always restarted, although it always ended the same way. Ash pretended as if he didnt know these things, as if he didn't know it was futile. Ashswagg was a god. He didn't just not know things. But this whole ordeal, meeting Reddoons, waking back up and seeing the world again. It turned Ashswagg into something he wasn't supposed to be. Ash slipped into it. He didn't have enough care to mind.

Smoke was elusive. It was hard to breathe in, but easily snuffed out. It came, and it went, and it couldn't be held. Ashswagg learned to be held.

Ashswagg was a god—... Ashswagg was a god.

He wasn't the God of Smoke anymore. He was just Ash, finding his way.

And even if they were doomed, Ash found solace in the fleeting moments he would have with Reddoons. He made it all worth it, at the end of it all, or the beginning of another.

When Ash slipped through the cracks of reality, in his limbo, it wasn't endless fog anymore.

Ash was in a field of roses.

And for the rest of time, Ashswagg would wander, picking roses until they wilted in his embrace, or until their thorns pricked his newly-solid hands, his flesh and blood, and he'd be forced to drop the delicate flower, leaving it to rot.

Ashswagg was no longer a god. He would never learn not to pick the flowers.

—

[end]

[mayullla]

I really adore your haunted doll au! It's just a sweet story if you can ignore the fact that the doll is a yandere 😅. But overall, it's such an adorable story!

I have a brainrots or more like a scenario. What if when Y/n is been left alone at the house because her parents need to work some overtime. Then there is an intruder, who comes inside the house either to steal or kidnap her for some ransom money.

Sweet Y/n got curious by the weird sound but when they want to go check it out. One of the dolls (maybe Zhongli, Kazuha, or Venti) whispers to her not to do it and ignore the sound. While the rest of the doll going to go and handle the matter as subtly as possible.

And a little question from me. Can the doll move or have something like an astral projection in the real life? You know like in one of your stories (Dottore), they can even yank you away from certain places.

Genshin haunted dolls au;; and by that, I really mean horror, fem!child!reader, platonic yandere kind of au

Lowkey, I am not sure if this is really a sweet kind of story when deaths and horror are littered every with only you blind to everything. You didn't understand how everything didn't make sense, how dolls were able to speak when they shouldn't. When your grandfather always looked so depressed and so full of anxiety. When he looked so calm at first then begging your forgiveness, face full of fear and terror.

It was just an unlucky day in the end. Alone at home, you were chatting with your dolls asking them if they could sing for you! You can turn on the radio to play a song for them if they do!!

Silence with only your voice you suddenly heard something from outside your room.

You looked at the door, wondering if you heard something wrong but the sounds come back the dragging sound of furniture moving. You wondered if your parents were back so soon from the neighbor's house right next to yours.

You wanted to go to them yet before you could your hand was yanked by something... by nothing. The stronger grip that was there before disappeared immediately. Right in for of your dolls.

Stay here. Stay here.

Don't go.

Play with us! Play with me.

Shhhhh....

You looked at your dolls listening to their voice as you felt something touch your hair then your ears covering it. You listened to hum, multiple voices humming unfamiliar songs yet you can't help but gasp.

You tried to follow them unable to hear the screaming and anguish of the now blind and deaf. The sound of objects being thrown and glass shattering. The begging you could not hear, the banging in the walls and trashing you could not hear.

Your parents quickly showed up, when they heard the sound along with your neighbors. The door was open and everything was thrown everywhere. A mess. Yet they cannot help but stare at the man.

A pitiful man looking at an empty wall begging to live. The soft begging, as snot and tears leaked yet ignored as the man continued to beg and beg.... and beg.. and beg... he too could not hear anything but a silent sound.

The police were quickly involved, but the man continued to beg for their life. Yet they were unsure of what to say when they asked about a small girl who was in the house.

The neighbors told them about a small girl who hummed alone in her room as if it was silent. The bright smile that was given to them as if there was no one in anguish in the next room.

You never were told of what happened, nor the news that the man died in his jail cell a few days later, it was only then his begging silenced.

As for your question.... who knows?

[liminalpebble]

Another Unhinged Gathering (Spooky Edition) 💚🎃💚

My dear sweet lovely thirsty whores I have gathered you together today to have another unhinging thirstfest and celebrate the most magical season (and the near return of our collective horned boyfriend).

We're all sitting around a fire pit with hot drinks, wearing lovely soft blankets around our shoulders (and costumes!) . What is yours? I made pumpkin scones. What are you bringing to the potluck?

Oh here's Johnathan Pine, coming out the door in his crisp little three piece suit asking if all of us "lovely ladies" are enjoying our stay at this lodge and will gladly prepare the hot tub for us later.

Adam is lurking in the treeline. Leaning moodily against at a tree. He's thirsty and thinks we all look delicioussss.

Hux is quietly sipping tea and stroking Millicent the cat...but ohhhh does he have plans.

Eddie's just pulled up with a cheap six pack and a lunchbox full of "magical herbs" for our enjoyment. He even made brownies. He's already running around and jumping into piles of leaves while singing Black Sabbath. He loves Halloween, and wants to snuggle up with all of us later to watch horror moves.

We're all wondering where Loki is, but of course, he's probably running fashionably late. I wonder what kind of spectacular entrance he'll make? Do any of you see him?

There's a figure out there by the water as well with a lovely blue sweater, scarf, and wind-tussled curls. Is it a ghost? Is it the fabled ghost of Mr. Sharpe or Reverend Ransome haunting the grounds?

Oakley is surely around somewhere being a little shit (probably swiping Eddie's special brownies).

So let's pour that spiked cider, enjoy our basic bitch lattes, eat some apple pastry, be hot as fuck in our Halloween costumes and thirst in unison.

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[vyloy]

Obession in Love

People kidnap others for ransom, for money, for blackmail, but what if you get kidnapped for love and pleasure?

Tws: kidnapping, non-con, slight bondage, dacryphilia.

Johan Liebert

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You have had your suspicions on a certain individual for a while now,Johan Liebert , a German man, early twenties, seemingly perfect in everyway, you obviously don't buy his act but whenever and whoever you asked, they all had good views of him, "He's such a nice young man", said an old man as you questioned him about the individual, this answer pissed you off as you always get that same reply one way or another. Getting up from the man's chair , you were about to say your goodbye's to the kind old man but, as you walked towards the door, it opened. Speak of the devil, "good after noon ,mr-", his eyes widened at the sight of you before his lips curled into d smile "Good afternoon ,sir y/n", he extended a hand to you, expecting a handshake, you only turned away ,again, heading towards the exit, fortunately, the man lets you through.

"How unlucky!", you screamed in frustation, slamming your fists on the desk, papers sprawled everywhere, pictures of Johan that were all him looking Straight into the camera despite the pictures being taken in secret, it was all oddly creepy. Ring-ring the old telephone rang, yougot up to answer it, an odd feeling accompanying you, "hello?" , "Is this Sir y/n L/n?" you recognized the voice , "Johan?" "I'm flattered you can recall me,sir", you swore if you were infront of him right now, he would be smiling, "how did you get my number "Sir Moriku gave it to me",

shit,an officer you've worked with in the past had given your personal number to the person you've been investigating, Just your luck, "Oh, what do you want?", "please don't get the wrong idea,Sir, I simply want to invile you to dinner as we got off the wrong foot, do you mind?", as you were about to decline ,your stomach rumbled you rationalized that this could be a chance for you to learn more about him "I don't see why not".

You're in the restaurant Johan had invited you to, you tried to look clean as you didn't want to embarrass yourself in such fancy place. "Sir Y/n i hope i didn't make you wait too long Johan finally reached the restaurant, he took a seat infront of you with a smile of a child, "have you been here before?", he sparked up a conversation with you "I've been here once with someone, it you was a long with time ago though...", you reminisced the good memories you had, "with whom?", " a lover, let's move on" ,you tried the good changing the subject as it was getting personal for your comfort, "What would you two gentlemen like for this evening?" , the waiter asked while a notepad sat on his hand as well as a pen.

"What did you invite me here for?", you asked ,still wary of him and to his know intentions you, he only chuckled before answering, "to get to know you, you're very interesting", "interesting?", you'd have never thought he would say that about you but here you are, puzzled by what he had just said , "Pardon?", " You heard me, you're very interesting you're... different", just as you were about to question him again, the waiter braught in the meals,

lucky bastard.

"Now tell me what you meant, how am i 'different'? I'm just a normal and average individual like you'', you pointed out , "we all know that's a lie", you couldn't tell if he was talking about you or him, was he aware of what he says could reveal some sensitive details at this moment without you knowing. You both sat uncomfortable silence him wearing that grin, a creepygrin At the end of the night, you both go your seperate ways.

In the morning, you woke up thinking everything that happened the night before was merely figment of your imagination though, when you got to work, a certain someone awaited your presence, Johan "it's nice to see you again so soon", you tried to keep up a facade but slurred your words a bit as you were still groggy from waking up so early, "You don't look that good ,sir, i'll get you a cup of water, please wait here", he walked away, to the kitchen you presumed to get a cup of water, you wonder who let him walk in so freely.

Not long after, he comes back with a cup of warm water, he hands it to you "thanks" , you mumbled but loud enough for him to hear.

It was a cycle of hate and tolerance throughout the months that followed, at times, you would warm up to him, only to put your guards on a minute later. These couple of days you've had a feeling, a negative one, as if something would jump at you, you were a bit worried at first but after the feeling didn't go away for weeks, you brushed it off, bad mistake.

"what should i cook for dinner...", you wondered to yourself, it had been long time since you ate home cooked meals "chicken soup should be good", you say to yourself as you drive on the road with a hungry and rumbling stomach. As soon as you stepped out of your car, your legs almost gave out, you didn't know what it was but everything just seemed off, that was when you heard it a chuckle behind you, was he always there? you immediatly turned around, clutching your gun, a person, no, monster emerged from the shadows of your car "Johan", your voice trembled, fuck, you knew it, he's the cause of all of this, you wanted to shoot but every muscle in your body froze out of fear , "I'm sorry for this~" he said in more of a teasing tone rather than an apologetic one, then you passed out.

You woke up in a clean room, it was a bedroom, "Ah, you're awake", a pleased Johan turned to look at your half awake face, you immediatly woke up upon seeing him, realizing you were tied up, "ever since i first saw you, sir, knew you would be the one to help me,to be by my side", he announced to you, face full of genuine feelings, you sat there, dumbfounded, not knowing what or how to answer him "You're all mine now", he approached you with the intention holding you, feeling you.

"Ah, don't!", you tried yelling at the much stronger man, you had trained in the force for years yet, young man is able to hold you off, "You got too involved in my business, a shame, i would have loved toying with you some more", he then pushed a finger you, "Ah~" you moaned out, the pleasure getting to you, erasing any bad thoughts from your mind, not only was he perfect on the outside, he could also fuck you with just one finger, "you like that~?", he smirked a bit, you didn't want to give in, so you still tried to get him off of you, "Seems like you need to be more honest", he then inserts another finger, making you moan loudly, "fuck~!", you moaned out of frustration, he was way too good at this, all you can feel is pleasure, he added 2 more fingers, making you scream, oh god he was amazing at this, you were almost at your climax before he released his fingers, making you whine unconsciously, "Aw, aren't you an impatient one".

As your clothes and his clothes were in the floor, scattered, he pinned you to the bed, both your hands held by his as he relentlessly pounded your hole, it was noticeably very tight, "Is my cock too big for you?~", he teased, full knowing that he was enormous, tears started to drop from your eyes, this turned him on even more "cry more for me, darling, you look ravishing like that", your groans and pleads being ignored by him completely as all he focused on was how you were taking him in so well despite how big he was, almost as if you and him were destined from the very beginning, "ah~ this is like heaven", "what kind of monster, would be allowed in heaven-", you were cut of by him roughly thrusting into you, you shouldn't have said that, he was now visibly pissed, "Darling, keep your mouth, shut.", his smile full of sadistic intentions, it was clear he wasn't going to slow down anytime soon.

"P-please...ah", you weakly pleaded, he had been pounding your hole for more than a few rounds now, your hole ached, your stomach looked a bit bloated from Johan's cum, your eyes filled with tears, both your bodies sweating, you wondered how he could still go on after so many rounds, "It's such a surprise you haven't passed out yet", you close your eyes as he says this before you feel a hand grabbing your cheek, when you open your eyes, Johan was looking into your eyes, his hand on your cheek as he goes in for a kiss, the kiss was long and filled with passion before he lets go of your lips, looked into your eyes once again, and says, "I've always wanted you, Y/N".

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Taglist: @ohdearalatus @secretivemessenger

[inkblot22]

All This Over A Notebook

I don't have any idea what's gotten into me. I seem to have lost my marbles. This will have a part two. I'd also like to mention that as I was adding the warnings, the little Grammarly emoji went from nervous to horrified.

Tw for captivity, implied bullying, referenced violence, item insecurity (like one of the reader's things isn't with them), fear, poverty, Floyd and Jade Leech being themselves. This is mostly for part two, but all characters have been aged up to 18+

Floyd wasn’t so bad to have around. 

That’s what you’d say if you were a liar. You aren’t. In the few months that you’ve known him, Floyd has been nothing but a menace.

It started out simple, of course, nothing too physical, just some verbal jabs, and then he got more and more physical to the point that your skin crawled when you barely thought of him. You’d pass by him in the hallway and he’d be in one of his moods. Not a good or bad mood, just a mood. The type where he wanted to pick on someone, that someone being whichever was unluckier between you and Riddle.

Let’s be real. It was you. It was usually you. Riddle knew Floyd, he knew what his schedule was like, and even though he was a stickler for the rules, he knew how to get in, finish his shit, and leave. That wasn’t to say that you didn’t try your best to avoid Floyd. It was just that you weren’t as perfect as Riddle, especially not when it came to keeping away from the eel menace.

You had a good streak going, though. You hadn’t seen him in several days, but there was a massive downside. You’d been paired with Jade for alchemy earlier, which was just your luck, and he had somehow managed to take your notes, despite you vividly recalling that you placed them back in your crappy little backpack. After changing out of your uniform, you sent him a message asking him to drop off your notebook. He left you on read for fifteen long minutes before finally responding with a message that read like a death sentence.

“you’re free to swing by and pick them up prefect”

As much as you wanted to just wait until the weekend where for sure Floyd would be off finding someone else to torment, you couldn’t. That was your only notebook. Grim didn’t take very good notes but was really territorial with his junk so you couldn’t exactly ask to borrow his, not even so you could write down notes for tomorrow. 

You didn’t want to wait for any longer than you needed to, either. That meant you were going right now. Grim’s big, glassy eyes watched you as you scampered to and fro, snatching up your backpack and what little amount of money hadn’t been used to purchase food for Grim and yourself just in case Jade was holding your notebook ransom. 

“Where are you going?” Grim asked.

“Jade has my notebook.” You responded, flatly.

Surprisingly, for once, Grim kind of just accepted that as what it was and went back to his homework.

Instead of asking if he could come along, he asked, “Are you gonna come back with food?”

“Uh, from the Lounge? Probably not. I don’t want to be there any longer than I need to. Maybe if the cafeteria is open or if Jamil is wandering around I can ask?”

Grim grumbled, something about him starving, and you smiled, thinking about how the two of you were basically living off of pennies. This was Twisted Wonderland’s hospitality, you guessed. 

“Okay, bye, Grim. I should only be a few minutes. Okay?”

He was still grumbling when you left, but you couldn’t hold it against him. You really hoped you’d bump into Jamil or Trey on the way back. Someone who understood your predicament and also had an excess of food, but first you had to go get your notebook.

The hall of mirrors was, as always, eerily silent. As you took a step forward into the soft beach sand that was somehow always littered around the entrance to Octavinelle, no matter how often it was swept, you swallowed and prayed to a god you didn’t think existed in this world, begging them to make sure that Floyd was somewhere else.

Then you stepped into the mirror.

As always, the lounge was busy. You’d sent Jade another message, asking him where your notebook was because you were here, and he replied instantly this time.

“it’s in my room on the desk” followed quickly by a “would you mind stopping in the lounge so i could unlock the room for you”

The last place you wanted to go was the Lounge. If Floyd wasn’t in there, Azul definitely would be, and you really didn’t have time for his bullshit today. All he did was hassle you to come work for him, and all you wanted to do was study, just go home and study, hopefully getting some food on the way back. In the larger scope of things, you suppose you’d also want to get back to your world but that was out of your hands entirely, so studying would have to keep your attention otherwise you’d die from the stress of it all.

Jade was in the middle of serving someone when you walked in. Surprisingly, Floyd and Azul were nowhere to be seen. You were impatient, but not an asshole, so you waited until he went back to the kitchen to follow him and grab his sleeve.

“Ah, how very nice to see you, prefect.” He smiled, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“You have my notebook. Remember?”

“Oh, that’s right.” He handed the plate he had picked up to someone else, telling them which table it went to before turning back to you, “Well, let’s go.”

Jade didn’t say anything after that. You walked with him in silence up to his room. You’d never been in there before, since you mostly kept to your and Grim’s little bubble. Beyond that, everyone knew to keep their distance from the Leeches. They played off each other like a game of tennis from hell. Jade unlocked the door and held it open for you. You heard the sounds of a shower from the bathroom. You’d have to be quick.

You slipped inside with a quiet breath of thanks and made a beeline for the desk with the terrarium sitting on it, as well as your crusty old notebook, open on the same page you’d left it on, complete with doodles of Professor Crewel as a sea bunny in the margins. You slipped your backpack from your shoulders, closed the notebook, placed it inside, and turned back around.

Jade was smiling at you from the door.

“Thanks, Jade. I could have sworn I put it in my bag,” You said, walking towards the door. 

“Oh, you did.” Jade said, “I just took it back out.”

Before you could react, before you could get angry, ask why, anything, Jade slammed the door closed and you heard the telltale click of the lock. 

You dropped your backpack and ran towards the door, trying the knob before giving up and battering your fists against it.

“Jade, what the hell?! This isn’t funny!” You hollered.

You heard the shower turn off and your slamming became more frantic, now trying to break down the door. Why did all the doors have to be inswing? Why did this door specifically lock from the outside? You went back to the desk and searched for something to break the doorknob, and the bathroom door handle jiggled. 

You felt like a deer in the headlights, only able to look at the doorknob as it slowly twisted. All you could hear was the sound of your breath and heartbeat, roaring like an ocean in your ears. Your brain was screaming at you, begging you to hide or anything, but your limbs felt like lead, solid ice, something heavy and immovable.

As you expected, Floyd stepped out of the bathroom, looking about as disheveled as usual. He didn’t see you for a second, heterochromic eyes looking at the closed door before his head swung around to look at you. He grinned, and you felt your heart skip a beat, then kickstart back into a thundering pace as he walked towards you.

You stepped away and he didn’t follow, instead picking up his phone from his desk and flopping over onto his bed.

“Hey, Shrimpy.” He greeted, casually. 

You could barely breathe, much less respond. You had to get out of here.

“Jade’s not gonna come back until we’re done. Why don’t you relax for a bit?”

You could not. If there was anything more impossible, it’d be going back to your own world at this minute. Floyd sat up and put his phone down, staring at you before he finally approached, long, lazy strides.

His hand gripped your shoulder, he leaned down and you flinched back.

“C’mon, Shrimpy. I promise I don’t bite… too hard.” He punctuated that sentence with a laugh.

Part Two Here!

[nichestartrekkie0-0]

Another fic! La'an and Hemmer (Friend-fic ofc)

Timeline: between ep 4-5 

Words: 2.1k 

Summary: La’an and Hemmer get kidnapped for ransom and must work together to escape. (Again, they're buddies...work acquaintances)

TW: KIDNAP, ALMOST DEATH, mentions of trauma and suicide. Water/drowning (No one dies, but they do get close) (TEEN and UP) 

Words: *Eshra’oo = a songchord that the Aenar use to remember life events. Each individual earns or is given beads at stages in their life, everyone composes a song to accompany the beads and lyrics that go with them. The dead are not buried with them, but the chords go into a temple so that they can be sung by family members after the person has died. Married couples often carry each other’s chords after their partner has passed, and their chords will be given to the temple as a set. 

Singing is personal

Hemmer was minding his own business when he heard it. A humming noise, soft and melodic floating down from the pipes. 

Someone was singing in the pipes?

Hemmer shrugged. 

Fair enough. I guess the cadets can’t sing in the communal showers.  

Then, something felt off. He recognized the voice singing, he just couldn’t believe it. 

Noonien-Singh? 

He scoffed, then remembered an incident a while back when the crew was turned into children. The only thing tiny Noonien-Singh did besides cry was sing. She didn’t stop singing throughout her time in Medbay. 

That, of course, drove Chapel crazy, but he didn’t mind. Actually, he thought it was kind of cute despite the situation. 

His eyes drifted up to look at the pipe. Despite his eyes being mostly useless, they could sense light fairly well. Pausing to listen, it dawned on him that she had no idea there was an echo. 

Oh. That’s going to be an ugly surprise. 

…Unless it wasn’t. 

Pulling out his comm, he dialed the Security chief. 

“Noonien-Singh!" He barked, trying not to smile, "I have someone in the pipes, I think they’re singing? Did you send one of your officers in there? They’re disturbing the peace! No one on my team would ever sing in there with the echo-”

“-Oh!” Lieutenant Noonien-Singh paused. 

“Yes…I did. It’s one of my officers. I’ll fix that right away.” 

Hemmer smiled. 

“Good.” Flipping his comm shut, he chuckled a bit at the sounds of scrambling coming from the pipe. 

She must have gotten a complaint about an item lost in the pipes, someone probably dropped their key card, or their wallet, or something stupid. 

Huffing to himself, he continued with his day. 

Unfortunately, his day ended somewhere in a bar on a seedy planet they had stopped at to give a short break to the crew. It was sorely needed. They had run into the Gorn only a bit ago, and there were still some things wonky with the system on the Enterprise. 

Even more unlucky, the bar was owned by some characters who seemed to dislike Una for her aptitude for pool. 

“Oh.” Hemmer leaned in, “Una. It’s rigged. I can see the magnets.”

She scoffed. “I could have told you that.” 

Then, gunfire. 

Hemmer had Una to the ground in less than a second, only for her to be ripped from him as she scrambled towards the door. 

“La’an!” She cried, desperately making her way to the open hole in the wall. The door was blown off its hinges. 

Pike, grabbed his first officer. 

“What are you doing!? Wait for two seconds before we can clear the-”

Hemmer was already out the door. 

Lieutenant Noonien-Singh wasn't his friend. She was alright, but she wasn’t anything like Una. 

As he ran down the steps he saw her slung over the shoulders of some rugged street lord. With a quick extension of his abilities, Hemmer could see the man’s intentions. A bounty, of course. He needed some members of Starfleet alive to sell them back to the Federation– a simple hostage situation for easy money. 

“Hey!” He called, “If you want more money, you might as well take me too!” 

The man turned, eyeing the Starfleet uniform suspiciously. 

“What the-”

“That’s my ward.” Hemmer lied, “Aenar are very protective of our charges– as you know– so if I could substitute for her, I’d be happy to-”

A gun was placed on his forehead. 

“Stop. Talking.” 

Hemmer raised his hands expecting handcuffs. 

He didn’t expect the blow to the head. 

…

“Finally.” Noonien-Singh sighed, “You’re up.”

Hemmer groaned and instinctively reached for something he knew wasn’t there. Or, well, someone, but that’s beside the point. 

Someone descended the stairs to whatever hellhole they were locked in. 

“Alright.” The man drawled, “Who’s going home first? Starfleet paid one of your ransoms.” 

Noonien-Singh and Hemmer nodded and spoke in tandem. 

“Her.” He snapped. 

She sighed, “Him.” 

They both froze, looking at each other. 

“Her.” Hemmer growled, “She’s younger and has a medical condition for stress. Let. Her. Go.” 

The well-dressed man shrugged, “Whatever you say.” 

As Noonien-Singh protested, he picked her up. She started to grow frantic, just like she had been when she was transformed into a child. 

“Wait!” She cried, “Wait- I-”

“Don’t look back!” Hemmer called, “It’s ok.” 

Whatever those three words meant- it unlocked something deep in her mind. Something even Hemmer, with all his psychic abilities, couldn’t understand. 

“Wait, no!” She screamed, thrashing in the man’s grip, “No!”

He threw her back onto the ground, “Fine!” Looking at Hemmer, he spat, “What about it, pops?” 

Hemmer looked at the shivering woman on the floor next to him. Like fuck he was leaving her behind. 

“Oh,” he sighed humorously, “if you pick me up I’ll bite you.” 

The man’s face twisted in disgust. “Whatever. Guess I’ll have to figure out something-” 

He stormed up the steps and slammed the door, thrusting the room into darkness. Not that darkness bothered Hemmer. He could see in the dark, underwater, and up to a 1000-foot radius. 

Hemmer turned to his crewmate. 

“What was that?” He asked, schooching towards her. His wrists and ankles were bound, but not for long. He had been in much worse situations. 

Noonien-Singh just lay there, breathing heavily. 

Hemmer took a single peek into her mind. Incredibly invasive, rude, and a large taboo, but he wanted to make sure she wasn’t brain-dead. 

Images of blood and horror surged through his mind, with the backdrop of burning skies and a starship on fire. 

He paused, stopping his attempts to reach her momentarily. 

“Holy shit.” 

Noonien-Singh laughed a dark and terrible sound. “Nothing ‘holy’ about it.” She spat, curling herself into a more compressed position. 

He continued to move towards her. 

“What was that?” He asked again, “You could have easily gone with him.” 

“I couldn't…leave you. I won’t.” 

“Why? You most definitely can-”

The door creaked open. 

“Good news ladies. Today’s your lucky day.” The man trod down the steps, a jovial expression that could raise the wraiths of hell plastered across his face. 

In short, he looked fucking diabolical. Whatever he was excited about, Hemmer knew in his gut it wasn't ‘lucky’ at all. 

…

Hemmer sneered, looking down at the dock. “Seriously? Making us walk the plank?”

Noonien-Singh– tied to him and hating every second of it– snapped, “Would you shut up?”

Their captor smiled. “Ah, I have my money, I don’t need you two. You really should have taken his offer, little missy-”

He reached out a finger only for her to bite the air around it. 

“Oh!” He snorted, “Feisty!” 

“Watch yourself, sir.” Hemmer warned, “I may be tied up, but I can and will use lethal force if you make it necessary.” 

Noonien-Singh looked up at him. “What part of ‘we’re going to be dropped into the ocean’ are you not getting?” 

He internally cursed and broadcast his thoughts to her. 

Relax. I have a plan.

She sighed in relief. Oh. Amazing. What is it? 

Hemmer winced. 

…I have half of a plan. 

She groaned, “Jesus Christ.” 

“Would you like to be the plan maker here?” He hissed, “Do you have half of a plan?” 

“I can’t believe I’m going to die…like this.” She chuckled, “This is so-”

“Don’t. You’re not going to die.” 

“You sound awfully sure of that.”

“Yeah, well, that’s my half of the plan.” He snorted. 

The weights. They move.

Her face twisted in confusion. Yeah, so?

He grunted, shifting her slightly. I can move your weights to my side, therefore making me sink, and if you can take your binds off, then you can float up. 

What about you?

Looking down at the water, he shrugged, “It’s not a bad way to go.” 

Her jaw dropping, she turned to look at him. “No. Absolutely not. We’re getting out of this together or not at all.” 

“What is it with humans and pack bonding?” He sighed, pressing his head against the last wooden pole before the end of the pier. 

Wait. 

He nudged her. 

The pole. 

She looked up at him in confusion, with a hint of disappointment in her eyes. What?

The pole! The new installments are all concrete. Wood poles often had metal in them-

The point? Quickly. 

Hemmer sighed. A- Our bonds are rope. B- if there’s a metal hook we can catch the weights on-

“-Then we could stall the sinking long enough to get out.” 

“Exactly.” 

They didn’t get any more time to discuss as they were roughly pushed into the water. 

Hemmer expected the cold shock, what he didn’t expect was for Noonien-Singh to get over it faster than him. 

The plan of catching the ropes on a hook failed miserably. As it does when both participants can’t breathe and are entangled together. 

As they hit the seafloor, Singh managed to shift the weights around so they were crushing her. She pushed him upwards. 

Go! 

 Her mind screamed the word at him. He kind of wanted to spite her and drown. 

That doesn’t fix anything.

Growling in anger, he rose to the surface, took one gulp of air, and dived back down. 

She was already unconscious when he made it to her. Frantically, he ripped the weights off, then managed to pull her through the ropes. 

He couldn’t go back to the docks, obviously, so he dragged her out to a cove along the shore. It was mostly rock, but it was covered and protected. 

CPR mostly revived her, but she was slipping. He had to do something. 

“Humans and suicidal pack bonding bullshit!” He groaned, pressing his forehead to hers. 

…

He was somewhere else. Not on the burning starship, and not in the death fields, but in…

A raft? 

Before he could ask what was going on, he was hit with it all. Every single second of fear, agony, pain, humiliation- all of it. Every bloody moment. 

Before he could come up for air, La’an pulled them out. 

Hemmer gasped, turning around and immediately throwing up what little he had in his stomach. 

The things he had seen in the last few seconds– which felt like years– were too much. Too much for anybody, much less an eight-year-old. 

Rinsing his mouth with salt water, he rasped, “You protect people because you couldn’t protect him. Your brother- or yourself.” He scoffed, “That’s why you tried to save me.” 

On the nearby rocks, with her legs pulled up to her chest, La’an sat, waiting. Probably kicking herself for falling into the same bad habit of taking the bullet. 

“Stop looking at me like that.” She snapped, “I don’t need your pity.”

“It’s not pity.” Hemmer sighed, “It’s understanding. I couldn’t save my wife either.”

Her face widened in surprise as she looked up from the ground. 

“… now you’re the one who's looking at me with pity.” He sneered, “I’m fine.” 

“Oh?” She stood, “My trauma happened years ago. It hasn’t been that long for you.”

“I’m an adult.”

“And? So am I.” 

“La’an.” He sighed, “We need to get back to the ship.” 

“How do you propose we do that?”

He groaned. “I…happen to be a good swimmer. I can carry you back. I carried you here after all.” 

She smiled a bit. 

“...You called me La’an. Don’t the Aenar guard their first names?”

“Yes, and you are not an Aenar. Also, I saw a lot of horrific things in the past two minutes. I think I get a pass.” 

“Fine.” She rolled her eyes. 

“You get a tentative pass.” 

…

One week later:

Hemmer threw his hands in the air, cursing. 

“La’an! Jesus-”

“You’re the one who can’t bluff.” She snickered, grabbing the rest of his chips. “Go cry to Una.” 

“I will not snitch to Una if you give me back five chips.”

Her eyebrow raised. “Only five?”

“And I'll throw in keeping your singing habit a secret- for free.” 

Her face dropped. “How did you-”

“I can hear you in the pipes, La’an. You have a nice voice-”

“What?” She snorted, “Like you sing?”

His hand instinctively reached for his wrist. “I do, actually. It’s…”

He smiled, rubbing one of the beads on his wife’s Eshra’oo*. 

“...It’s an Aenar thing.”  

[allan-bravecog-and-co]

CLOSED RP Starter; World's Dumbest Ransom

( with @ask-bellringer )

Well, lucky for Allan cogbucks are small, he can carry practically all the money he has to his name in his POCKET. The unlucky bit is just how small toontown is to him, the docks of Barnacle Boatyard creak beneath his feet, threatening to give way under any feet that don't belong to the average toon or cog. Regardless, he thinks he found the place, so he rests his cane against the most stable-looking building beside him (probably scaring the shit out of any cogs looking out the window), and tries to find where he should (or even COULD) knock.

[sanityshorror]

Fun facts! I picked the last name Doherty for Julius not just because it sounds good with his first name, but also because of the meaning! Doherty means hurtful, unlucky, and dangerous. Which is very fitting for his personality! His first name, Julius, I chose because of Julius Caesar, who's general personality I largely modeled Julius Doherty's after as well. His canon backstory also mirrors quite a bit of Caesar's life, including both being kidnapped by the Mafia and being insulted by how low his ransom was set at so demanding it be raised (just like how Caesar was captured by the pirates) as well as being betrayed and killed by his older sister who he was close to (just like Caesar was killed by Brutus).

[fuzzydreamin]

What The Companions Say About... Super Mutants!

I'm posting these just because I find the companions in-game reactions to things rather interesting. You might be surprised by what some of them have to say about certain things.

These are just their dialogues for during combat and after combat or walking through areas inhabited by this enemy type. It does not include anything from specific areas, quests, or other dialogue.

⌨ Ada

⌨: If my memory banks are correct, Super Mutants were bio-engineered. Who would create such monstrosities? ⌨: Super Mutants are loud, brutish and violent… not so different from humankind, wouldn't you agree? ⌨: We need to be careful. I hear Super Mutants like to… experiment on humans. ⌨: Super Mutant bloodlust holds no bounds. How else do you explain their Suiciders? ⌨: Beg your pardon, but you may have just trodden through Mutant Hound scat. ⌨: Watch it, ma'am. Super Mutants are renown for using heavy weapons against their foes.

☘ Cait

☘: Green-skinned freak! ☘: Gonna put a bullet through your head, mutant!

☘: I can't believe these things were human once. Bunch of unlucky bastards. ☘: Never seen a female Super Mutant before… and you know what? Never want to. ☘: Muties are short in the brain department. Piece of cake runnin' circles around 'em. ☘: Super Mutants pack serious firepower, so expect the worst and keep your stimpaks ready. ☘: These brutes are like a science experiment gone wrong.

⚙ Codsworth

⚙: Super Mutants! ⚙: Greenskins! ⚙: {(second line to himself) / Neutral} Mutants, mum! Though how could you miss them?

⚙: {Confident} Keep eyes peeled for brutes, mum. ⚙: A troubling thought to remember that Super Mutants were created on purpose. ⚙: Wee thinkers in oversized noggins - not often a recipe for civility. ⚙: {Nervous} Not sure it's entirely safe here, mum. Super Mutants indiscriminately smash things they don't understand. ⚙: {bravado masking nervousness} Battling Super Mutants is no milk run, to be sure. But I suppose it is a bit exciting, now isn't it?

⚕ Curie

⚕: Ah, the FEV virus. There were rumours of this. ⚕: What changes the Super Mutants, surely, it is not contagious? ⚕: And they maintain brain functions and motor control even after the FEV? Fascinating.

⚕: The curious case of the FEV virus. Does anyone know its origins? ⚕: I believe Super Mutants must be sterile. Otherwise, surely, they would be found in even greater numbers. ⚕: If the FEV virus mutates and becomes airborne, then all the surviving humans would be at risk. ⚕: If I found a peaceful Super Mutant, I have many questions about their condition. Their pain tolerances. Do they get illnesses. Longevity. So many questions. ⚕: It is a shame these Super Mutants force us to dispatch them.

♞ Danse

♞: I'm going to wipe you from the face of the earth! ♞: Exterminate the Mutants! No mercy! ♞: Back to hell with you!

♞: To think that these creatures were once human… it makes me sick to my stomach. ♞: These creatures use FEV to make more of their own kind. Disgusting. ♞: Super Mutants are slow and stupid creatures. Easy pickings for the likes of us. ♞: {Frustrated that you can't kill them all.} Where are these things coming from? We cut one down, and another takes its place. It's endless! ♞: I don't care if they were humans once. Super Mutants are freaks of nature, and they need to be killed.

🕶 Deacon

🕶: Time for a Super Mutant show down. 🕶: Let's see how many head shots you take, mutie.

🕶: Oh. Boy. 🕶: Because Super Mutants needed a giant bigger brother.

🕶: I think of Super Mutants as toddlers on steroids. 🕶: The FEV Virus. Helping demolish walls and kill civvies since 2077. 🕶: Super Mutants hit like a mac truck. 🕶: Sometimes it's best to just sidestep the 'Muties. They don't have the best eyesight. 🕶: Head shots work best against Super Mutants. A lot a lot of head shots.

☠ Gage

☠: Super Mutants… dumb as shit, but you gotta respect their strength. ☠: I always thought it was better to take hostages for ransom, rather than, y'know, eating… but to each his own. ☠: If Super Mutants ever got organised… we'd all be screwed.

☣ Hancock

☣: {Neutral} Now that's a whole lot of ugly. ☣: {Amused} Always loved a challenge. ☣: {Stern} Take this, you ugly bastard. ☣: Freak to freak, you're done for. ☣: {Amused} So long, big guy.

☣: {Amused} Guess we can't all win out in the looks department, now can we? ☣: {Neutral} I'd be mad too if I was that ugly. ☣: {Question} Can you imagine what the Commonwealth would look like if these things had any brains? ☣: {Stern} Super Mutants are brutal bastards. Rather eat my own gun than get captured by them. ☣: {Stern} I heard someone made Super Mutants in a lab and released them into the wastes. I'd like to hurt that person.

☸ Longfellow

☸: {Wary, cautious} Careful. These brutes aren't as dumb as they sound. ☸: {Sage hunter giving advice} The Super Mutants with the bombs are the worst. One of them comes at you, start runnin'. ☸: {Sage hunter giving advice} Thinkin' of Super Mutants as mindless brutes is a quick way to get dead. ☸: {Sage hunter giving advice} You'll chew through a lot of ammo fightin' these brutes. ☸: {Sage hunter giving advice} Best way of dealin' with Super Mutants is to slip past 'em.

⨁ MacCready

⨁: Here comes big, dumb and ugly! ⨁: Gonna drop you, green boy!

⨁: Behemoth! Take it down! ⨁: Keep it at long range!

⨁: {punch "that"} I've seen a Super Mutant rip the limbs off of someone while they're still alive. Never going to get that image out of my head. ⨁: Super Mutants didn't just fall out of the ugly tree, they were dropped on it from low orbit. ⨁: Heard that Super Mutants like to take prisoners. Don't even want to know what happens to them. ⨁: These mutants don't scare me. Been fighting them since I was a kid. ⨁: There's nothing dumber than an angry Super Mutant.

♥ Nick

♥: {Question} These are the "Super" mutants? Feel bad for the mediocre ones. ♥: {Neutral} Appreciate the big target. ♥: {Neutral} Not exactly tacticians, are they? ♥: {Stern} We're nobody's dinner tonight.

♥: {Stern} Someone's going to have to dig you one big hole.

♥: {Question} Something I always wondered about Mutants… what's with the bags of meat? What the hell's the use of a meat bag? ♥: {Neutral} Luckily these things have all the sense of a sack of doorknobs. ♥: {Question} Where the hell do these things keep coming from? ♥: {Neutral} Never been a fan of Mutant hospitality. ♥: {Question} These things keep us trapped behind our high walls. So who really rules the Commonwealth?

✉ Piper

✉: {Amused} Hope you like 'em big and dumb. ✉: {Neutral} Mutants. Angry, armed, and inbound. ✉: {Neutral} We got Mutants. And they look mad. Course, they always look mad. ✉: {Neutral} Bye bye, big guy. ✉: {Neutral} I'm guess they're not looking to negotiate.

✉: {Honestly concerned / Surprised} Oh my god… Behemoth! ✉: {Surprised} Wow. Someone's been eating their Cram.

✉: {Neutral} You know, I think Super Mutants are smarter than anyone gives them credit for. Lucky for us they're about as organised as a Goodneighbor parade route. ✉: {Concerned} You know Mutants take prisoners. I can't imagine a death that's worse than that. ✉: {Neutral} I've heard rumours of humans and Mutants living together out west. I assume it's a master/slave sort of thing. Wonder who's boss. ✉: {Neutral} You heard of FEV? Apparently it's what makes Mutants so damn tough. And ugly. ✉: {Question} Imagine what the Commonwealth would look like if Mutants were on our side. Why isn't the Institute figuring that out?

☀ Preston

☀: I can't believe that thing was ever human. ☀: You're an ugly one, aren't you?

☀: Holy hell, look at the size of that thing. ☀: Behemoth!

☀: You really believe those things were once human? ☀: I wish I knew where these damn Super Mutants were coming from. ☀: Super Mutants are even worse than raiders. They can't be reasoned with or bought off. Just killed. ☀: They don't come much uglier than that. ☀: I don't like killing, but I make an exception for Super Mutants.

☢ Strong

☢: Strong hate fighting brothers. ☢: We should go. Super mutants need milk of human kindness. ☢: Strong's brothers fight well. Good warriors. ☢: Strong angry at human. Human make Strong kill brothers. ☢: Strong smash.

☾ X6-88

☾: {Confident} I don't care how big these things get, a few shots to the head and they'll drop like everything else. ☾: {Disgust} Would it kill these things to bathe once in a while? ☾: {Concern} Super Mutants aren't bright, but they're smart enough to call for backup. ☾: No need to take these guys head-on if we can slip past them. ☾: {Confident} Sure, they're brutes, but Super Mutants have some vulnerable spots you can exploit.

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My Notes:

"How else do you explain their Suiciders?": Well, yeah, the bloodthirst. I'd say there's probably also something about the fact that the suiciders themselves are actually fairly weak - it doesn't take many hits to take them down. So maybe they chose that method for that reason, or were forced into it by their leader or stronger brothers, to take out their enemy with them and have a good death or something.

"Never seen a female Super Mutant before": There's certainly something that could be said about super mutant physiology and gender identity, but the short ver is that their lean towards the masculine isn't inherently tied to anatomy. Like at all. The only way you'd really know you're meeting a female super mutant is to ask her, and most aren't up for a friendly chat.

How does Codsworth know mutants were made on purpose? Grapevine rumours? How does Codsworth know half the shit he does...

"If the FEV virus mutates and becomes airborne, then all the surviving humans would be at risk.": Fo2 reference.

I curse Bethesda for not giving us companion interaction outside of swapping a few main quests - Curie would bother Strong so much.

Longfellow is the only companion to not underestimate super mutant intelligence. Perhaps because the mutants on the Island actually are smarter from The Fog.

Wonder if the person Mac watched get dismembered was a fellow Lamplighter?

"Why the meat bags?": Food. Mutants prefer meat, they also prefer if it's "aged". Strong also has a few lines of dialogue (activated when cannibalising) that implies that mutants, at least those of the Commonwealth, believe in transference, in that if you eat the meat of a worthy opponent then you inherit power from that being. Most especially if that other being was a fellow super mutant. So mixing all the meat up would allow them to share more of the good stuff with their brothers. They just also kill a lot, so they get a lot of food stores that they mix up and leave around to age and pick at.

... does... does Goodneighbor host parades? Is this a Hancock-as-mayor thing or has it always been a thing?

Super mutants are the only enemy Preston claims to actually enjoy killing - though we know he's certainly enthusiastic about killing Gunners. His reactions in the 'Show No Mercy' quest are also telling towards his hate for super mutants. While not quite as avid as Danse's hatred, he certainly seems to dislike them a little more than most of the other companions - though no one really likes them.

While Strong thinks eating a downed Super Mutant is good, he's not all up for killing his own brothers. He doesn't see it as a test of his strength to do so, and his main goal is to help them by finding The Milk of Human Kindness after all. Despite their apparent eagerness to kill him and their other 'weak' brothers, Strong just wants to help them.

Overall, most everyone is in agreement that super mutants are big, ugly, tough, not very bright, and a huge problem to the humans of the Commonwealth.

[mypromptlair]

TCF Prompt 18

AU- Brilliant Tears

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The Roan Kingdom and its surrounding Country's and Continents have been blessed with magic and abilities since the first group of heroes defeated the villain The White Star lead by the lost god of despair.

While many see these abilities as gifts, there are some who feel as if they are cursed instead. One such family was the Thames. Not only with the power to see ones lifelines, but when they shed tears out of pure grief and despair(and happiness/joy) said tears produce beautiful gems that hold the power of S-grade mana stones. Said gems drain away at the creators plate, wearing it down until it breaks.

These gems are sought by many. Not only for its power with mana, but for the enticing beauty the gems emit. The beauty of the Thames Family(some saying they were even more beautiful than Dragons) did not help in such matters. Making greedy, envious nobles and the like seek them out for horrible reasons.

When the head of the Thames family refused to give anymore to the kingdom and its people, after the loss of his wife due to perverted greed, half the family was killed and causing the survivors to go into hiding.

Many years later, Jour Thames married her childhood sweetheart, Deruth Henituse and having their precious child, Cale Henituse. One day, when Cale was just 8 years old, on the way back from a trip to Harris Village with his mother, the carriage was attacked and he and his mother were captured.

While it was at first an attempt for the Henituse wealth, once they saw tears form into gems any type of ransom was lost.

Cale went through many horrors no child should go through, being forced to cry over and over again in different ways, until he learned to control his emotions(much to their annoyance). When he finally escaped at the age of 15, he found himself on the Eastern Continent.

While on the run, he comes across a group lead by one Lee Soo Hyuk. While Cale was reluctant at first, LSH was quite insistent on Cale joining the group(seeing this thin, clearly abused kid, come out of nowhere put his protective big brother instincts on high alert. CJS didn't help any). Realizing he wouldn't give them his name, LSH(as his unofficial Hyung) give him the name Kim Rok Soo.

After only a year, KRS gets separated from the group that had become like a family to him, after a quest gone wrong. Thinking they all died, KRS escapes and is on his own once again. Luckily(or unluckily) KRS runs into someone who realizes who he is and forcing him all the way back to Rain City. Where his father and new family await.

The next few years until he is 18..were....somewhat blissful. Kim Ro-no Cale could finally rest and relax. Then a man named Choi Han shows up asking for aid. And its all downhill from there...well in Cale's mind anyway.

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Cale and KRS are the same person

Jour dies protecting Cale, destroying her plate in the process.

Deruth never knew about the gems(he does eventually, and overprotective dad mode activates. He wishes he had known sooner.)

Cale, who originally had a strong plate, is now left with a very frail one. Because of this, he ends up going after certain ancient powers(who happen to be certain heroes of old, and are protective of their new wielder)

AP's are not widely used anymore, as ppl have their own abilities.

Cale/KRS has all his APs and earth abilities. To bad his plate is so brittle. Hello coughing up blood. Unlucky bastard - Eruhaben

Cale still gains his allies/found family and kids

LSH and the gang are still alive, and all eventually meet up again.

Everyone finds out what happened to him and his mother, and the Thames family gifts, thanks to a certain Sekka and Empire Prince(Alberu may more may not have killed Adin himself with a certain holy weapon...oops).

Too bad for them that he has overprotective dragons and family on his side.

Cale finally starts to heal along the way, and learns that its ok to show emotions and smile.

He eventually gifts his loved ones with a single gem, which they cherish more than anything.

Alberu figures out a way to give Cale and his mothers family an old type of protection that shields other nobles of trying to take advantage of their powers.

Cale does get his slacker life...eventually.

Cale is of course, super pretty, and his friends/family have to fend of a LOT of suiters. That Cale is oblivious too, oh dear.

Can have romance(AlbeCale, etc) if wanted.

Oh yea, a guy named Barrow was trying to be the next white star...didn't work out very well. Background plot?

The jewels helped somehow in defeating him and the sealed god maybe? a special power no one knew existed...hmm.

[liam-and-co-ideas-universe]

Radena's Supervillains

Name: Queen Zephyr

Real Identity: Chloe Zephyr

Powers: Technopathy

Weakness: When devices aren't working or when devices are controlled by a stronger force.

Queen Zephyr is out of the most feared out of everyone else, she is known to the public no matter what and. She owns a blimp that the envelope is brown with a bright red Z to indicate who she is. She loves to capture important people for ransom. She can manipulate the engines of the blimp to make it go at very fast speeds. Her henchmen the Zephyr Zealots are workers for her company but are really brainwashed servants of a cult that they formed which she is aware of and decided to take advantage of the cult to make them do her bidding. She provides the funding for the rest of the supervillains for their schemes.

Name: Lady Luck

Real Identity: Felicia Farrow

Powers: Luck absorption, Luck manipulation

Weakness: relying on getting lucky/unlucky things

Lady luck relies on the lucky things that she accumulates and unlucky things that people get into misfortune and absorbs the lucks that she obtains and accumulates and uses it for different purposes. She owns a blimp that is a casino and the machines and stands are rigged with the bad luck that she accumulates. Her henchmen The Lucky Charms are wearing outfits that the casino dealers have and are infused with her good luck that she accumulates as well with objects that they carry. Her blimp is green with the four symbols of the four suits of cards on the sides and it is filled with various casino games. She can't infuse luck to anyone directly which is a setback to her. Lady Zephyr's Right-hand woman.

Name: Dr. Stormbringer

Real Identity: Jake Henderson

Powers: Thunderstorm making of any kind

Weakness: Weaker weather effect at lower altitudes.

Dr. Strombringer or Dr Storm for short loves to create chaos with his storm powers. He also has a machine to also enhances his powers on his blimp. his blimp has a grey envelope with a yellow lightning symbol. However, his powers are more effective at higher altitudes then when he uses them on the ground. He isn't alone with his henchmen are called The Storm Rods which they take crazy risks for him which he encourages them to do.

Name: Gravitar

Real Identity: Daniel Nicholson

Powers: Gravity manipulation

Weakness: Limited range and can fire back at themselves

Gravitar defies the laws of gravity which he thinks it should be a step up in his life for his own self-interest rather than others that he doesn't care about in the first place. He can use his powers to throw projectiles and can manipulate around him and can defy gravity himself as well. He can't pick anything up that is far away from him and has a chance that the stuff that he can carry with his powers can accidently hurt himself if he isn't careful. His blimp has a dark purple envelope with reddish planet symbols on it but he doesn't use it as much except for traveling to other area to use his powers instead. He also doesn't have henchmen out of everyone else.

Name: Cryo

Real Identity: David Henderson

Powers: Ice powers

Weakness: Relies on a machine to freeze people and also to cause snowstorms as well, fire powers,

Cyro is a cold-hearted being, literally. He ignores the value of human life without second thought. Out of all the supervillains that are there, he is the cruelest to his henchmen called The Arctic Squad which he lashes out his anger when they inconvenience him. His machine that makes blizzards can be effect at high altitudes with his blimp. His blimp is a light-blue envelope with a white snowflake on both sides. He also has a portable freezing machine for when he is not on his blimp.

[evansbby]

okay just saw that love is blind ask but now imagine chris characters on love island

I love this hahahaha!!!

Okay so Ari would totally be the guy who is loyal and couples up with one girl right at the beginning and stays with her throughout and then eventually wins the show. Curtis would be the fuckboy of the season, getting with a girl but having eyes for another, hopping from girl to girl and never settling down but the public keep him in bc he’s funny. Ransom would go in boasting about how he’s gonna be a player but he’d go soft for the first girl who talks to him. But in a twist, she’d get voted out halfway through and Ransom would have the choice of staying and recoupling orrr leaving the show with her. And he chooses to leave with her.

Lloyd would be the mean heartbreaker villain of the season, but he’d be good for drama. He’d lead two girls on and then couple up with a different third girl. He’d eventually get voted out though bc enough is enough lmao. Steve would be the happy go lucky guy, the true romantic who’s ready to find love except his expectations would be so high that no one would be good enough for him but everyone would love him anyways bc he’d be like a wholesome puppy, making breakfast for the rest of the villa and sooo polite just unlucky in love.

Oh and Andy would be the guy who walks out on day one bc no one coupled up with him on the first day and he got embarrassed and walked out RIP 💔💔💔💀💀💀

[emersonoceanfairy]

Emerson was currently trying to deal with her unlucky spell. It wasn’t going so well. So far she’d sprouted a few vines that took over the front counter. Then the waterfall ended shooting water that left the shop floor in half a foot of water. And now, now she had a passed out person on the floor of her shop. Just great. The other had come upon Emerson and spooked her causing a large vine to smack him and knock him to the ground. If that wasn’t bad enough she had the mask off spell leaving her fae ears in place, and scales along her body. Sure the golds and whites looked nice. But they tended to itch and get dry if out of water. Which is probably a good thing the floor was flooded. Still.

Pulling out her phone as she tried to wake the other she called the cops station. The answering machine picked up and she groaned. “Ransom if you don’t get your ass down here now I’m going to drown this person. It was an accident I swear. I didn’t mean to them out but my powers are just out of control and I’ve got water on the floor and plants everywhere. I think there’s an octopus crawling around too. Just… come quickly please.” Hanging up she sat there annoyed.

@kresnikxkaden

[liminalpebble]

Love letters from...

❤️🧡❤️🖤💛💚💛🖤💙💚💙

Hi loves!

I'm having the itch again to take requests and asks, but I especially love doing "love letters from..." and hope you will drop into my ask box to contact our collective fictional boyfriends. I will be *relaying* your thoughts and sentiments to the following gentlemen...

Loki (Any variant)

Thomas Sharpe

Jonathan Pine

Adam

Robert Laing

Will Ransome

Eddie Munson

General Hux

Please don't be shy! Ask away my lovelies! And feel free to share freely if you know others who would probably enjoy some love letters.

Much love,

Peb 💜

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