#what the captain orders I shall deliver

[postmortemnivis]

nobody knew simon’s name, his cold glances penetrating souls whenever someone on the force even dared to call him by his first name. he preferred it this way. he wasn’t the kind to blend personal life and work, he didn’t want to look at himself in the mirror without his mask and still see a murderer. his hands were clean, protected by the gloves ghost slipped on each time he reached base. it was soon that the other soldiers almost forgot his name, agreeing that their lieutenant was indeed a ghost.

that was until your worried voice called for him.

you didn’t know of the ghost identity, it had never even crossed your mind that your simon, your sweet and caring boyfriend’s personality would switch into a cold blooded killer as soon as he set foot at base or in the field. of course he never mentioned it with you, he sporadically talked about his job and his missions. you knew he was a strict lieutenant, but you had been kept away from more by the person with the skull mask and balaclava.

“simon?” you asked for the third time the receptionist. she apologetically looked up at you and shrugged. “oh cmon, simon riley. i know for a fact that he’s here. please, i need to see him.”

“i’m very sorry miss but…” the woman shook her head again, “let me call the captain.”

you sighed and sat down by the waiting area until a man walked in and talked to the woman.

“who’re you looking for?”

you stood up. “simon. simon riley.”

“ghost?”

you shook your head, almost clueless. “no, simon riley.”

“yeah, that’s him…” he said, “he’s training the recruits now. shall i deliver a message?”

“no, i need to see him personally. i wouldn’t have come all the way here if it wasn’t important, captain.”

you'd seen price a few times, simon's loyalty to the man was almost like a dog's one, always following orders and rarely complaining. he often talked about him when he was at home, all he shared with you about his threatening job was the friends he made along the way: johnny, kyle, price, gary, nikolai. he'd often go out for a pint—or two—with johnny and kyle, who also occasionally would come to your shared apartment for dinner with their temporary girlfriends.

"follow me." price sighed. you eagerly followed him, as close as his shadow, and the courtyard came into sight. dozens and dozens of soldiers in scarlet training uniforms were running laps of the immense open space under the pale sun, and that's when you spotted a tall and muscular man in black tactical gear. hell, he was hard to miss.

"another lap, smith!" his mancunian accent was stronger than his will to neutralise it. "if my gran was alive she'd be faster than ya."

you'd recognised the voice, of course, even if it was much harsher than usual, but you couldn't recognise him.

you realised, that was ghost. his cold eyes were studying each of the recruit's tired and red faces, his arms behind his back as he barked for five more laps for the ones who didn't look sweaty enough. even his voice was different, but what shocked you was the black balaclava with the white skull drawn on top.

you'd seen the mask once or twice over the years, shoved on the bottom of his duffle bag or drying on a windowsill, but you've never given it much thought, why would you?

"si?" you asked, standing directly behind him as price stood a few feet from you.

his head snapped in your direction at a worryingly fast speed, his eyes immediately becoming soft, then confused.

"what're you doin' here?" his voice spoke, much sweeter.

you kept staring at him, not recognising the man you loved.

he immediately grabbed the crown of the balaclava and yanked it off without a second though. holding the black piece of clothing in his hand, both of them came to cup your elbows, drawing you closer to him.

"love?" he called you.

still at loss of words, you reached to the balaclava and twirled it between your fingers.

"love, talk to me." his voice sounded worried.

"ghost?"

he shook his head. "simon, love."

"we'll talk about that at home." you raised your eyebrows, attempting a smile.

he looked at you impatiently, his fingers brushing up and down your forearms.

you fished in your bag a small plastic bag and gave it to him.

this wasn't like one of the times when he'd forget his lunch at home so you'd drop by and give it to johnny so he'd give it to an always so busy simon ghost; he could see it in your eyes that this was something more.

he unwrapped the plastic bag that you had rolled up on itself. his eyes looked brighter than ever when he took with shaky fingers the finally positive pregnancy test.

[l-in-the-light]

Why is Law more stressed, more serious and often grumpy and annoyed in Wano? Thought he would be relieved after Luffy defeated Deflamingo 🤔he couldn't even relax at the banquet 😑

Broody Law is actually my favourite Law, which means I enjoyed him so much in Wano ❤ But why is he delivering behaving like that, indeed? Let's summarize the Wano experience from his side, shall we?

his alliance with Strawhats gets sidetracked because Luffy went to Big Mom to retrieve Sanji. He barely avoided a conflict (not really)

he's stuck at Wano, worrying his ass off for Luffy, hoping he's not left with half of Strawhats crew to take care for forever now

everyone is dying of hunger and getting sick in Wano, because they can't stop drinking water from the polluted river

Luffy finally arrives, Bepo gets sick, Luffy in the meantime does The Worst Thing Possible and Law's efforts to patch up the situation do not work out

Luffy snaps and runs off to fight Kaido

Kaido bombs away Strawhats and Hearts crews while Luffy and Law are already near town and can't do shit about it

he fails to stop Luffy from fighting Kaido

he fails to stop Kaido from putting Luffy in prison

freaking Hawkins getting in his way

crews turn out to be fine, but freaking Kinemon soon leaves to find remaining Akazaya samurais. Now the whole raid plan and making sure it's not exposed is Law's job. On top of that, he needs to take care not only of his Heart Pirates, but also Strawhats, because their captain is in jail. Two crews, a raid plan and the weight of 20 years of revenge is all hanging on Law's neck.

freaking Germa (he's a Sora follower, ok)

he almost throws it all away when Hearts get put in prison

he's got accussed that his crew is crap and he should just kill them off, all that coming from his very own allies he's been taking care of for last couple of weeks!

freaking Hawkins again

getting tortured (just another monday morning amirite)

finding traitor and making sure the raid doesn't fail in the process. Is Luffy finally out of that prison, what is he doing there? Or maybe, that's for the best, he can't make the situation even worse...

Luffy arrives late to the raid and late to the rooftop battle

Luffy brought freaking Eustass Kid to the raid

Luffy is ordering him around in front of freaking Eustass Kid

Luffy tells him to get along with freaking Eustass Kid

Zoro-ya almost died on his watch

Kurashi-ya (literally) caught him in a middle of an embarrassing blunder

Eustass Kid is behaving like a newborn baby and Law has to babysit him

LUFFY BROUGHT FREAKING BIG MOM TOGETHER WITH HIM

now it's Law's job to fight Big Mom. He didn't sign up for this!

Luffy nearly drowned in the sea while fighting Kaido

Luffy lost and died while fighting Kaido

Luffy got revived and won against Kaido

Law had to make bigass room, bigger than anything he made in Dressrosa, probably cutting down on his lifespan in the process

Law has to take care of stuff no one cares about after the raid succeeds, which is taking care of the ships, searching for the poneglyphs (no one but him cared for that in the middle of the raid!) and probably patching many, many people up

he ends up stranded with Robin in some moldy underground chamber for hours, while being seriously exhausted, sleep deprived and in the middle of recovery from his injuries

he doesn't join in the banquet out of spite (no one told him about Jimbei joining the Strawhats. Is Law a joke to them?!), besides just in case a certain Luffy would assault him there, make him go all night long eating and playing around and celebrating, all the while probably bugging him to become a 100% part of the Strawhat crew or at least extend their alliance to together forever status.

And that's just the major things listed! I'm sure I missed some details here and there.

Overall, I think he was stressed and exhausted, because he was carrying a lot of responsibility (and the stakes were extremely high!), at certain points almost the whole raid plan's success was depending solely on him, while others merrily ignored the dangers. He also had two crews to take care of for the whole arc, constantly worried himself over Luffy, got pissed at Eustass Kid and had to cooperate with him (he hates that dude!), and at the end of it his world got almost turned upside down in worst possible way (Luffy dying and raid failing as the result, and the vision of all of them dying flashed before his eyes).

As Bepo reveals to us in the midst of Winner Island escape, Law wants to stay behind with his crew even if it kills him and needs to be reassured that no one is dying there. That suggests Law doesn't deal well with people close to him dying, which shouldn't surprise us after what happened in Flevance and later also to Cora-san. I'm sure Wano hit Law harder than we expect, because there he was, finally believing in people again (Luffy), only for Luffy to die on him as well. Old issues must have resurfaced and his fear of losing people worsened as the result.

I think we should cut him some slack, shouldn't we? Wano was definitely not a walk in the park for Law, especially psychologically-wise. Though to be fair, he could relax and laze around a bit, we see it happen, right before Strawhat Luffy waltzes into the country. That was the last time we saw him actually calm and resting, so I guess that alone gives us another answer to your question as well ;)

And then his alliance ended, and we know Law doesn't like dramatic things, which also means overly emotional goodbyes. It was probably pretty difficult for him to part ways and maybe he thought it would be easier if he avoided Luffy for most of the time after the raid finished. And then Chopper went and almost blew all his efforts up with his warm send-off! Law owes a lot to Strawhats and his debt is only getting bigger, but it won't change his withholding personality.

Did Law find peace after Mingo was defeated? Not exactly, because I don't believe Doflamingo was Law's end goal. Just take a look at his reaction when Luffy finally wins:

Everyone is crying and celebrating, but Law's face looks like this instead. Does this look like a face of a person who finally got rid of his demons and is set free? What about Flevance, are we forgetting that? Law has a lot on his plate, Mingo was simply one of the obstacles in his way (but an important one!). If you want to know more about what I think about Law's end goals, I wrote about it here: https://www.tumblr.com/l-in-the-light/761556630027616256 (the topic starts somewhere around the second picture). That's why I don't think he is at peace or that his revenge is over and we shouldn't expect him to completely "move on" or reach perfect closure just because Mingo is now out of the picture.

There's one exception though. I do believe Law is showing his emotions more openly after Dressrosa. And I think it's actually a sign of him healing and partially moving on.

Because just look at this. Law was always annoyed with his beloved Cora-san as well, and yet we never doubt he loved him dearly. In Wano Law is acting the same way towards the Strawhats, openly showing when he's annoyed and angry. That's how he shows affection and worry. Compare it to Punk Hazard, when he's always holding back, stoic and cold, keeping his comments and reactions to bare minimum. Dressrosa changed everything in Law's emotional department. And the result is that he did open up to his allies.

Also I feel like it's my duty to remind the world about this, often overlooked, fact: so far Law celebrated in the feast exactly one time, in Dressrosa. He didn't join in on Punk Hazard, Zou or Wano. So it's not really a "Wano thing", but more like Law almost always choosing other things over feasting ;) personally, I think it's because of that "30 minutes on festival" rule he had in his household as a child. He's probably not used to just playing around for hours. Besides, we should never underestimate Law's pettiness. Not joining the celebration might have been as well just a petty payback of his, for every offense that happened to him in Wano, lol.

I'm not sure if you liked my answer, anon, but I hope you at least smiled a bit when I tried to mimick Law's grumpiness in this post :D

[milkbreadtoast]

I didn't see anyone else translating it so I went ahead and translated ep 46(s2 ep 1) of the TWSB webtoon! Enjoy... huff huff... (the ep can be read for free on WEBTOON KR)

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TWSB webtoon ep 46

(rough eng tl by milkbreadtoast)

y: woww...

y: So this is Yvelines!

g: It really is beautiful, your highness!

g: I think I just heard a seagull!

It seems the sea is close by.

(whoosh...)

y: I feel like I can live now...

y: Summer vacation really was a good idea!

a: Little prince, is your body okay now?

y: I've never felt better, Your Eminence. Thank you so much for graciously allowing me to accompany you both to Yvelines.

a: There's nothing to thank us for~ We were also planning on coming after all.

[Cardinal Aurelie Boutier: The empress's "religious partner." the one who saved Jesse(Yeseo) from the empire's heat.]

a: Isn't that right, Frédérique?

(step)

f: Well, I suppose.

Marquis Duhem agreed to vouch for your identity, and...

we couldn't just abandon someone who fainted despite it not even being that strong of heat wave.

[Frédérique Riester: The Riester Empire's Empress, and Cédric's Mother]

y: I, I thank you for your Imperial Benevolence...

(f: well, as long as you know.

a: so cheeky...)

a: Oh?

come to think of it, I don't see Duke Yvelines.

(step step)

attendant: I greet Her Majesty, the Sun that has descended to earth, and Her Eminence, the Cardinal. His Royal Highness, the Duke has gone to the outskirts of the territory to clear out pirates.

(y: ah, Benjamin! Can I talk to you for a second...

b: ?)

(whisper whisper)

y: By any chance, would you know what type of person Duke Yvelines might be?

f: (loudly) So you don't know who Duke Yvelines is?

y: UWAH-!

y: (y...you heard that;;) I apologize. It's true I don't know anything about the Duke, but I have read a fairy tale book written by the Duke's father, Grand Duke Yvelines.

(A book called "Kaboom! Yves' Grand Adventure"!)

f: Never mind the book. There's nothing to apologize for. That name is only used within the territory, so it'd be strange for the prince of the Holy Kingdom to know.

y: Ah... I see.

f: (Hmm~) But seeing your flustered expression right now...

It should be worth seeing a few days from now after we meet the Duke.

y: (Wh, what'd be worth seeing...?!)

(that smile is making me uneasy for some reason...)

a: Frédérique, don't tease the pure little prince so.

f: I never teased him. REAL teasing would be something like this:

(SMIRK)

f: From this moment forward, no one is allowed to tell Prince Jesse anything about Duke Yvelines.

That is an Imperial Decree.

y: (you're going that far just to tease one person?! I-isn't that a little too childish?!) (huff puff)

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[the North Sea, Moutet County]

(RUUUUMBLE)

(splash splash)

soldier: Young Countess! The pirate ship is fast approaching!!!

(clack clack/big strides)

e: Order the civilians to evacuate the beach immediately, pack only their valuables and take shelter at the Count's estate!

[Élisabeth Moutet: vice captain of the imperial guard, heir to Moutet County]

(c) wo~oah~!

c: A pirate ship really did appear, huh!!

[Christelle de Sarnez]

e: Yes, that's right. They don't show up every year, but they really are a troublesome bunch.

c: (hop) I see.

c: Ah, right! Would you mind if I lent a hand as well? (pat)

e: I'd be grateful for your help, Young Lady Sarnez.

c: Ah, could you call Teacher Johann and the priest as well? Just in case we might need their help.

e: Sure, let's do that. Marcian(?), you go on and deliver the Young Lady's message as well.

soldier: Yes, understood, Young Countess.

(BANG)

(KABANG)

(soldiers): DEFEND!

THE BASTARDS ARE APPROACHING THE DOCK!

(BOOOM)

e: Then I shall head to the frontline. I entrust the rear to you!

c: Please leave it to me!

c: hoo...

(PAAA...(water rushing)

Jesse: There's no need to get me a birthday present.

I'm fine with just a small souvenir.

(SHOOO (water rushing)

c: I wonder if a pirate ship can also count as a souvenir~~

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y: (I'm not curious.)

(I'm really not curious at all.)

(I've got my hands full with my own problems, so why should I bother caring about who Duke Yvelines is?)

(But back at the estate palace, didn't the chief chamberlain call the duke "His Royal Highness"..?)

chamberlain: How about some light refreshments while you get some air?

There is a grass lawn with a nice view that His Royal Highness the Duke likes to use when he reads.

y: ("His Royal Highness" the Duke..?)

y: (well, he is the son of a Grand Duke, and part of the Imperial Family, so "His Royal Highness" would be accurate.) (Anyway, I'm totally not curious at all, so let's not worry about it anymore...!)

b: Your Highness, do you need help?

y: I'm Definitely Definitely not curious or anything, but is there perhaps a particular reason why outsiders are not normally allowed entry into Yvelines?

(I just thought it might be disrespectful to know TOO little, so...) (Ahaha)

b: Yvelines was originally private land belonging to the Imperial Family.

This land was specially bestowed upon the Grand Duke, so only close family and guests are allowed to enter.

y: Ah, I see.

g: Your Highness, there's no need to think too impatiently about it. If you look around your surroundings, I'm sure you'll be able to find a clue before long.

y: Thanks for the consideration, both of you.

y: (now that I've learned some amount of info about Yvelines,

It's time to think about what's Really important now...)

(flip)

[notebook:

Sadie and the suspicious letter...

- Is Losna my middle name?

- Who is Usil?

- : a friend i don't know, Queen Christanne, Crown Princess Elise

- What did that Sadie punk do with the letter? (circled) ]

(First of all, his middle name... is something only Prince Jesse's family or very close friends could possibly know,

and just who could "Usil" be?) (Hmmm...)

(Usil, Usil...)

("I have faith that you are healthy and doing well. I hope that we can see each other again.")

y: (From the contents of the letter alone, it seems that Prince Jesse has someone out there worrying about him... The tone makes it seem like a friend or family member, but who could it be...?)

(what's more, all the letters and gifts that enter Juliette Palace are subject to inspection, so I wonder how they got past it.)

(If it was the Queen of the Holy Kingdom, she wouldn't have to go to such lengths as a secretive note, but since it wasn't sent through official means...)

(Wait, is it that they "couldn't" send it?!)

y: (Ah!) (Now that I think of it, during my interview with Sara Belliard I'm sure she said...)

sb: They say that the military collision at the border was the Crown Princess acting on her own.

In other words, the Prince Consort and Crown Princess's wills are not aligned. (/The Crown Princess does not agree with what the Prince is trying to do.)

y: (If the owner of the letter really was Crown Princess Elise...

Does that mean there's someone on my side in the Holy Kingdom?!)

y: (No, let's not jump to conclusions.)

(Dame Belliard did say it was just a rumor,

and it could still be a third party.)

(GRROWWLLL...)

g: (Haha...) Wow, your highness! I guess the refreshments must not have been enough?

b: It's a bit early, but I will tell them to prepare dinner.

y: Th, thank you. ;

(step step)

y: (My stomach is nice and full now but...

I still feel way too unsatisfied.) (Hmmm....)

y: (Who is Usil,

and does Sadie still have Usil's letter..?)

(It doesn't seem like he would've handed something this important off to someone else, but...)

y: (hmm..) (Just what is he thinking..?

...Can I trust the Imperial Prince?)

(halt)

y: Huh.

y: The door to one of the rooms is open?

They did tell me that I can enter any room if the door is open, so I guess I'll take a small look around.

(creeak)

(step step) ?!

y: Why is Prince Consort Alexandre's portrait here?

...Don't tell me.

Ah, I get it now.

THAT PERSON must be Duke Yvelines!

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(crackle..)

soldier: Your Royal Highness, It seems that the pirate sweep will finish even sooner than usual.

c: I'm sure it is thanks to Margrave Moutet's hard work.

soldier: It seems Your Royal Highness will be able to return tomorrow morning. Shall I arrange for you to head to the bell tower when the sun rises?

c: No, I will visit Her Majesty and Her Eminence first.

soldier: I have received word that the two esteemed individuals will also be heading to the bell tower...

...and Prince Jesse will be accompanying them.

c: (Pause)

(Tap)

c: In that case, --

voice: PIRATE SHIP! IT'S A PIRATE SHIP--!

(whooosh)

EVERYONE, GET IN YOUR RANKS!

soldier: Your Royal Highness, shall I send word to Yvelines?

c: There's no need. (step step)

(FLARE-)

c: We will finish them off before Her Majesty finds out.

[enigmatist17]

IT IS I, THE CUDDLE PILE ANON. OK OK I KNOW I SAID THAT WOLFFE WAS MY LAST REQUEST BUTTTTTTT I HAD 2 IDEAS AT LIKE 3 IN THE MORNING sooooo basically one about the 501st (+Ashoka) and how they’d comfort Rex when he’s down. And another one were the 501st (+Rex maybe anakin) comfort Ashoka when she’s down. THEY’RE SUCH GOOD BIG BROTHERS 😭 in return for these 2 ideas, I shall gift you with my love and weird quotes my friends have said: “all I wanted was a 10 piece McNugg, I got spiritual enlightenment” “I know I’m not the sharpest kid in the shed…wait” preferably separate fics pls (when it’s convenient for u, YOUR HEALTH COMES FIRST GO DRINK WATER YOU FABULOUS AUTHOR) hey that kinda rhymed ok I’m done 🙃

So sorry I'm late on the first prompt, but finally here we are!

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"Uh oh, someone messed up."

When Fives is the one to freeze in the middle of a conversation, that gains the attention of the scattered 501st troopers nearby. Said newly minted ARC had been in the middle of a rousing story when he noticed that one of the medics decided to join the rest of the "plebs" willingly.

And not only a medic, Kix was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed.

"Whatever it was, it wasn't me!" Kix raised an eyebrow as Fives lifted his hands, and gives an amused snort.

"For once it's not your fault. Any of you see Rex?"

"Avoiding you again?" Echo asked, looking up from the manuals he'd been idly reading. "Told him you were going to start getting angry."

"I'm past that, I told him I need to monitor his BSV recovery, and I can't do that if he insists on skirting the medbay. Now, since you all clearly don't have anything to do, I'm pulling rank and ordering you to hunt down Rex and bring him to me."

"But we just got our game going!" Hardcase cried in dismay, he and Dogma crouched over a board game they'd been gifted some time ago.

"Aw poor guy." Kix deadpanned, rolling his eyes. "Tell you what, the man who delivers Rex gets some of the treats Plo gave me."

"Seriously?" Hardcase finds the game suddenly not as important, even Dogma side-eyeing the medic along with the very quiet troopers around him.

Kix shook his head.

"The man who brings me Rex gets to have their own mini-stash."

The medic isn't sure he's seen any room empty so fast, shaking his head with a rare chuckle as he heads back to his beloved medbay. It's not the best look to send an entire battalion after their commanding officer, but at this point Kix was tired of the excuses and his concern for Rex's health was overriding his initial trepidation. The BSV and the lives it took in the bunker had sent a ripple of fear through quite a few men, not even able to bury their brothers who had to be burned to ensure no trace of the virus could remain. They were trained to fight against all sorts of enemies, but one that was naked to the eye and deadlier than any clanker was...uncomfortable to think about, and most medics didn't comment on an uptick of their fellow batchers reading up on viruses and how best to combat them. Kix didn't have too long before he received a message, gathering up his mobile kit before heading out and towards where Rex had been found.

"He's buried in his reports." Jesse had found Rex hiding in a communications room, and Kix just nods. "Want me to keep guard?"

"No, I have a task for you."

When the door to his current hideout opens, Rex wants to curse.

"So, are we done hiding?" There's a clunk on the console behind Rex as the medic's kit is set down, and the blonde just remains silent as he fills out another report. "I need you to look at me."

"I'm busy." The excuse falls flat, and Kix scoffs.

"Who isn't. Do I need to pull rank again, or will you let me do the bare minimum exam?"

"......."

Rex gives in after twenty minutes of silence, the captain grumbling under his breath as Kix descends on him. Despite not being pleased with Rex and his evasiveness, he takes care to keep most of Rex's attention him himself rather than his medical tools. Rex hadn't said it out loud, which to be fair he couldn't as to remain the face his men looked up to and trusted, but being subjected to more than a few nasty tests after being liberated from the BSV had not helped him recover from the fact he could have died without being able to save anyone, let alone himself. Medbay's hadn't been much to him before, but now Rex started going out of his way to catch Kix and the other medics outside of the room, reassuring them as always yet avoiding simple things like his recovery assessment.

"You have been recovering nicely." There's a very small slump of Rex's shoulders, but the medic says nothing as he packs up his kit. "I'll test the blood I took, but you're lucky."

"Like I've been saying, I feel fine." Kix raised an eyebrow, pausing to shoot the surprised commander a glare.

"Oh you are nowhere near fine, but I did promise to try and be nice right now. I order you to report to the barracks, you've been holing up away from everyone, and it shows."

"I have reports to fill out..." Rex winces at how weak his protest is, but doesn't get much of a chance to say more when the door opens once more to reveal Ahsoka. "Really?"

"Jesse says you can't ignore me asking you things." The togruta smiled, and Kix can see the tension visibly leaving Rex as the togruta crosses the small room with a smile.

"Jesse is a traitor." Rex grumbled, but Kix doesn't need to Force to see there was no malice in his words.

"Maybe, but he's right. You haven't seen come to our sabbac nights anymore, and not even Skyguy has seen you outside of shift. So, I'm asking you to come join us scrubs for the night!"

"I'm sorry scrubs?" Rex's eyebrows shot up as Kix failed to hide his snort of amusement, a small grin cracking his impassive face for the first time in ages. "Let me guess, Fives taught you that?"

"Mhm! Although judging by the two of you, it doesn't mean regular troops does it?" Ahsoka grumbled as Kix just barked out a laugh, Rex trembling in the effort to hold his own in. "I'm so getting back at him."

"As long as it doesn't involve personal injury, I'll help." Kix shook his head in amusement, watching Rex place his hand on Ahsoka's shoulder.

"I have a few ideas myself." He tries not to focus on the way the Jetti preens when he gets to his feet, shifting close to him as the trio head out and towards the barracks, listening to some of Rex's surprisingly good prank ideas to use later on.

No one kicks up a fuss when Rex finally joins them for the impromptu movie night Echo and Dogma had set up, just joking with him and laughing about the movie that was more a sound board than actually paid attention to. They all knew it was just background amusement, just happy to see their commander letting loose for the first time since the BSV and enjoying his men's company, leaving the bunker deep in his mind for another night.

[docpiplup]

Daenerys Targaryen Appreciation Month 2022

Day 1: Politics

• Military commander

"Unsullied!" Dany galloped before them, her silver-gold braid flying behind her, her bell chiming with every stride. "Slay the Good Masters, slay the soldiers, slay every man who wears a tokar or holds a whip, but harm no child under twelve, and strike the chains off every slave you see." She raised the harpy's fingers in the air . . . and then she flung the scourge aside. "Freedom!" she sang out. "Dracarys! Dracarys!" - A Storm of Swords - Daenerys III

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Dany considered. The slaver host seemed small compared to her own numbers, but the sellswords were ahorse. She'd ridden too long with Dothraki not to have a healthy respect for what mounted warriors could do to foot. The Unsullied could withstand their charge, but my freedmen will be slaughtered. "The slavers like to talk," she said. "Send word that I will hear them this evening in my tent. And invite the captains of the sellsword companies to call on me as well. But not together. The Stormcrows at midday, the Second Sons two hours later."

A Storm of Swords, Daenerys IV

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"I have a gift for you as well." She slammed the chest shut. "Three days. On the morning of the third day, send out your slaves. All of them. Every man, woman, and child shall be given a weapon, and as much food, clothing, coin, and goods as he or she can carry. These they shall be allowed to choose freely from among their masters' possessions, as payment for their years of servitude. When all the slaves have departed, you will open your gates and allow my Unsullied to enter and search your city, to make certain none remain in bondage. If you do this, Yunkai will not be burned or plundered, and none of your people shall be molested. The Wise Masters will have the peace they desire, and will have proved themselves wise indeed. What say you?"

A Storm of Swords, Daenerys IV

~

"If battle is joined, let Grey Worm show wisdom as well as valor," Dany told him. "Spare any slave who runs or throws down his weapon. The fewer slain, the more remain to join us after."

"This one will remember."

A Storm of Swords, Daenerys IV

~

"Grazdan went to Yunkai to deliver your terms." Ser Jorah got to his feet. "Mero fled, once he realized the Stormcrows had turned. I have men hunting him. He shouldn't escape us long."

"Very well," Dany said. "Sellsword or slave, spare all those who will pledge me their faith. If enough of the Second Sons will join us, keep the company intact."

A Storm of Swords, Daenerys IV

~

"I want your leaders," Dany told them. "Give them up, and the rest of you shall be spared."

"How many?" one old woman had asked, sobbing. "How many must you have to spare us?"

"One hundred and sixty-three," she answered. A Storm of Swords, Daenerys VI

~

Daario Naharis gave Grey Worm a smile. "Perhaps the Unsullied should wield the axes. Boiling oil feels like no more than a warm bath to you, I have heard."

"This is false." Grey Worm did not return the smile. "These ones do not feel burns as men do, yet such oil blinds and kills. The Unsullied do not fear to die, though. Give these ones rams, and we will batter down these gates or die in the attempt."

"You would die," said Brown Ben. At Yunkai, when he took command of the Second Sons, he claimed to be the veteran of a hundred battles. "Though I will not say I fought bravely in all of them. There are old sellswords and bold sellswords, but no old bold sellswords." She saw that it was true.

Dany sighed. "I will not throw away Unsullied lives, Grey Worm. Perhaps we can starve the city out."

A Storm of Swords, Daenerys V

(I think this one counts too since she did not waste the Unsullied's lives as Daario suggested)

(Oh and I would also say that her order of crucifing 163 leaders of Meereen for the 163 slave children they crucified is also a statement of equalty. Is her saying that a master's life equal to a slave one)

• Daenerys caring about feeding her people

They made camp before the remnants of a gutted palace, on a windswept plaza where devilgrass grew between the paving stones. Dany sent out men to search the ruins. Some went reluctantly, yet they went . . . and one scarred old man returned a brief time later, hopping and grinning, his hands overflowing with figs. They were small, withered things, yet her people grabbed for them greedily, jostling and pushing at each other, stuffing the fruit into their cheeks and chewing blissfully.

A Clash of Kings, Daenerys I

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"I fear no ghosts. Dragons are more powerful than ghosts."And figs are more important."Go with Jhiqui and find me some clean sand for a bath, and trouble me no more with silly talk."

In the coolness of her tent, Dany blackened horsemeat over a brazier and reflected on her choices. There was food and water here to sustain them, and enough grass for the horses to regain their strength. How pleasant it would be to wake every day in the same place, to linger among shady gardens, eat figs, and drink cool water, as much as she might desire.

A Clash of Kings, Daenerys I

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"I have heard enough." Dany did not need their squabbling on top of all the other troubles that plagued her. Meereen posed dangers far more serious than one pink-and-white hero shouting insults, and she could not let herself be distracted. Her host numbered more than eighty thousand after Yunkai, but fewer than a quarter of them were soldiers. The rest . . . well, Ser Jorah called them mouths with feet, and soon they would be starving.

A Storm of Swords, Daenerys V

~

[...]"Ser Jorah, you say we have no food left. If I march west, how can I feed my freedmen?"

"You can't. I am sorry, Khaleesi. They must feed themselves or starve. Many and more will die along the march, yes. That will be hard, but there is no way to save them. We need to put this scorched earth well behind us."

Dany had left a trail of corpses behind her when she crossed the red waste. It was a sight she never meant to see again. "No," she said. "I will not march my people off to die." My children. "There must be some way into this city."

A Storm of Swords, Daenerys V

~

The grove of burnt olive trees in which she'd raised her pavilion stood beside the sea, between the Dothraki camp and that of the Unsullied. When the horses had been saddled, Dany and her companions set out along the shoreline, away from the city. Even so, she could feel Meereen at her back, mocking her. When she looked over one shoulder, there it stood, the afternoon sun blazing off the bronze harpy atop the Great Pyramid. Inside Meereen the slavers would soon be reclining in their fringed tokars to feast on lamb and olives, unborn puppies, honeyed dormice and other such delicacies, whilst outside her children went hungry. A sudden wild anger filled her. I will bring you down, she swore.

A Storm of Swords, Daenerys V

~

She had not forgotten the slave children the Great Masters had nailed up along the road from Yunkai. They had numbered one hundred sixty-three, a child every mile, nailed to mileposts with one arm outstretched to point her way. After Meereen had fallen, Dany had nailed up a like number of Great Masters. Swarms of flies had attended their slow dying, and the stench had lingered long in the plaza. Yet some days she feared that she had not gone far enough. These Meereenese were a sly and stubborn people who resisted her at every turn. They had freed their slaves, yes … only to hire them back as servants at wages so meagre that most could scarce afford to eat. Those too old or young to be of use had been cast into the streets, along with the infirm and the crippled. And still the Great Masters gathered atop their lofty pyramids to complain of how the dragon queen had filled their noble city with hordes of unwashed beggars, thieves, and whores.

A Dance with Dragons, Daenerys I

~

"I am only a young girl and know little of the ways of war," she told Lord Ghael, "but we have heard that Astapor is starving. Let King Cleon feed his people before he leads them out to battle." She made a gesture of dismissal. Ghael withdrew.

A Dance with Dragons, Daenerys I

~

Her face was warm. The wine, she told herself. Yet somehow she found herself thinking of Daario Naharis. His messenger had come that morning. The Stormcrows were returning from Lhazar. Her captain was riding back to her, bringing her the friendship of the Lamb Men. Food and trade, she reminded herself. He did not fail me, nor will he. Daario will help me save my city. The queen longed to see his face, to stroke his three-pronged beard, to tell him her troubles … but the Stormcrows were still many days away, beyond the Khyzai Pass, and she had a realm to rule.

A Dance with Dragons, Daenerys III

~

"Not a hole. A ditch, to bring water from the river to the fields. We mean to plant beans. The beanfields must have water."

A Dance with Dragons, Daenerys III

~

"Oftimes I have heard you say that you are only a young girl. To look at you, you still seem half a child, too young and frail to face such trials by yourself. You need a king beside you to help you bear these burdens."

Dany speared a chunk of lamb, took a bite from it, chewed slowly. "Tell me, can this king puff his cheeks up and blow Xaro's galleys back to Qarth? Can he clap his hands and break the siege of Astapor? Can he put food in the bellies of my children and bring peace back to my streets?"

A Dance with Dragons, Daenerys IV

~

Dany looked at him helplessly. It was good that dragons did not cry. "As you say, then. We will keep them outside the walls until this … this curse has run its course. Set up a camp for them beside the river, west of the city. We will send them what food we can. Perhaps we can separate the healthy from the sick." All of them were looking at her. "Will you make me say it twice? Go and do as I've commanded you." Dany rose, brushed past Brown Ben, and climbed the steps to the sweet solitude of her terrace. - A Dance with Dragons - Daenerys V

~

Even feeding them had grown difficult. Every day she sent them what she could, but every day there were more of them and less food to give them. It was growing harder to find drivers willing to deliver the food as well. Too many of the men they had sent into the camp had been stricken by the flux themselves. Others had been attacked on the way back to the city. Yesterday a wagon had been overturned and two of her soldiers killed, so today the queen had determined that she would bring the food herself. Every one of her advisors had argued fervently against it, from Reznak and the Shavepate to Ser Barristan, but Daenerys would not be moved. "I will not turn away from them," she said stubbornly. "A queen must know the sufferings of her people."

A Dance with Dragons, Daenerys VI

~

"I had to take Meereen or see my children starve along the march." Dany could still see the trail of corpses she had left behind her crossing the Red Waste. It was not a sight she wished to see again. "I had to take Meereen to feed my people."

A Dance with Dragons, Daenerys X

-Daenerys making places bloom

Dany gave him charge of a dozen of her strongest men, and set them to pulling up the plaza to get to the earth beneath. If devilgrass could grow between the paving stones, other grasses would grow when the stones were gone. They had wells enough, no lack of water. Given seed, they could make the plaza bloom.

A Clash of Kings, Daenerys I

~

"Not a hole. A ditch, to bring water from the river to the fields. We mean to plant beans. The beanfields must have water."

A Dance with Dragons, Daenerys III

~

"Ghiscari wine?" Xaro made a sour face. "The sea provides all the salt that Qarth requires, but I would gladly take as many olives as you cared to sell me. Olive oil as well."

"I have none to offer. The slavers burned the trees." Olives had been grown along the shores of Slaver's Bay for centuries; but the Meereenese had put their ancient groves to the torch as Dany's host advanced on them, leaving her to cross a blackened wasteland. "We are replanting, but it takes seven years before an olive tree begins to bear, and thirty years before it can truly be called productive. What of copper?"

A Dance with Dragons, Daenerys III

-Daenerys and her duty to House Targaryen

If I were not the blood of the dragon, she thought wistfully, this could be my home. She was khaleesi, she had a strong man and a swift horse, handmaids to serve her, warriors to keep her safe, an honored place in the dosh khaleen awaiting her when she grew old … and in her womb grew a son who would one day bestride the world. That should be enough for any woman … but not for the dragon. With Viserys gone, Daenerys was the last, the very last. She was the seed of kings and conquerors, and so too the child inside her. She must not forget.

A Game of Thrones, Daenerys VI

~

Part of her would have liked nothing more than to lead her people back to Vaes Tolorro, and make the dead city bloom. No, that is defeat. I have something Viserys never had. I have the dragons. The dragons are all the difference.

A Clash of Kings, Daenerys III

~

It was good counsel. "Yes, make it so." Westeros. Home. But if she left, what would happen to her city? Meereen was never your city, her brother's voice seemed to whisper. Your cities are across the sea. Your Seven Kingdoms, where your enemies await you. You were born to serve them blood and fire. A Dance with Dragons, Daenerys III

~

Meereen was not her home, and never would be. It was a city of strange men with strange gods and stranger hair, of slavers wrapped in fringed tokars, where grace was earned through whoring, butchery was art, and dog was a delicacy. Meereen would always be the Harpy's city, and Daenerys could not be a harpy.

Never, said the grass, in the gruff tones of Jorah Mormont. You were warned, Your Grace. Let this city be, I said. Your war is in Westeros, I told you.

A Dance with Dragons - Daenerys X

~

You took Meereen, he told her, yet still you lingered.

"To be a queen."

You are a queen, her bear said. In Westeros.

"It is such a long way," she complained. "I was tired, Jorah. I was weary of war. I wanted to rest, to laugh, to plant trees and see them grow. I am only a young girl."

No. You are the blood of the dragon. The whispering was growing fainter, as if Ser Jorah were falling farther behind. Dragons plant no trees. Remember that. Remember who you are, what you were made to be. Remember your words.

"Fire and Blood," Daenerys told the swaying grass.

A Dance with Dragons, Daenerys X

-Decisions and Actions

Why Daenerys did not help Cleon

If he proposes again that I wed King Cleon, I'll throw a slipper at his head, Dany thought, but for once the Astapori envoy made no mention of a royal marriage. Instead he said, "The time has come for Astapor and Meereen to end the savage reign of the Wise Masters of Yunkai, who are sworn foes to all those who live in freedom. Great Cleon bids me tell you that he and his new Unsullied will soon march."

His new Unsullied are an obscene jape. "King Cleon would be wise to tend his own gardens and let the Yunkai'i tend theirs." It was not that Dany harbored any love for Yunkai. She was coming to regret leaving the Yellow City untaken after defeating its army in the field. The Wise Masters had returned to slaving as soon as she moved on, and were busy raising levies, hiring sellswords, and making alliances against her.

Cleon the self-styled Great was no better, however. The Butcher King had restored slavery to Astapor, the only change being that the former slaves were now the masters and the former masters were now the slaves. ADWD, Daenerys I

~

"I warned your king that this war of his was folly," Dany reminded him. "He would not listen."

"Great Cleon sought only to strike down the vile slavers of Yunkai."

"Great Cleon is a slaver himself."

"I know that the Mother of Dragons will not abandon us in our hour of peril. Lend us your Unsullied to defend our walls."

And if I do, who will defend my walls? "Many of my freedmen were slaves in Astapor. Perhaps some will wish to help defend your king. That is their choice, as free men. I gave Astapor its freedom. It is up to you to defend it."- A Dance with Dragons - Daenerys III

~

"Even then some said that you were coming," said the weaver. "They swore they had seen you mounted on a dragon, flying high above the camps of the Yunkai'i. Every day we looked for you."

I could not come, the queen thought. I dare not. - ADWD - Daenerys V

~

"They are permitting that, yes," she had replied, "but their warships remain. They can close their fingers around our throat again whenever they wish. They have opened a slave market within sight of my walls!"

"Outside our walls, sweet queen. That was a condition of the peace, that Yunkai would be free to trade in slaves as before, unmolested." - A Dance with Dragons - Daenerys VIII

And it's not like she does not regret it :

"These are not apples, Ben," said Dany. "These are men and women, sick and hungry and afraid." My children. "I should have gone to Astapor."

"Your Grace could not have saved them," said Ser Barristan. "You warned King Cleon against this war with Yunkai. The man was a fool, and his hands were red with blood."

And are my hands any cleaner? She remembered what Daario had said—that all kings must be butchers, or meat. "Cleon was the enemy of our enemy. If I had joined him at the Horns of Hazzat, we might have crushed the Yunkai'i between us."

The Shavepate disagreed. "If you had taken the Unsullied south to Hazzat, the Sons of the Harpy—"

"I know. I know. It is Eroeh all over again."

A Dance with Dragons, Daenerys V

But ultimately she was stuck between a rock and a hard place and as she said : Her host numbered more than eighty thousand after Yunkai, but fewer than a quarter of them were soldiers.

A Storm of Swords, Daenerys V

I just wanted to add this to why she must remember who she is and her words and it's basically because she kinda gave up on her claim (beside the fact that she made too much concesions with the slavers) :

"If you would please me, ser, be happy for me," Daenerys said. "This is my wedding day. They will be dancing in the Yellow City, I do not doubt." She sighed. "Rise, my prince, and smile. One day I shall return to Westeros to claim my father's throne, and look to Dorne for help. But on this day the Yunkai'i have my city ringed in steel. I may die before I see my Seven Kingdoms. Hizdahr may die. Westeros may be swallowed by the waves."Dany kissed his cheek. "Come. It's time I wed."

A Dance with Dragons, Daenerys VII

~

"He would be willing to wait, the woman Meris suggested. Until we march for Westeros."

And if I never march for Westeros?

A Dance with Dragons, Daenerys IX

[sparrowsworkshop]

“When Push Comes to Shove” by OneWingedSparrow; Chapter 2: Excuses

<<< First Chapter

Next Chapter (stay tuned) >>> Fic Summary: Link and Zelda return to the Temple of the Sacred Sword to seal the darkness, and Link is forced to face his insecurities. Main Tags: Hyrule Warriors, Zelink, Canon Compliant, Teamwork, Post-War, Mutual Pining, Light Angst, Eventual Fluff Chapter 2 Summary: Tasked with training the new Hylian Knights, Link tries to distract himself from the deeper thoughts swirling in his heart...but despite his efforts, he can't excuse Zelda from his mind. Read on AO3 Reblogs are appreciated! ~

The desktop drifted out of focus as Link stared at the back of his left hand. How strange it was to know that the holy Triforce had claimed him as bearer of Courage incarnate. He didn’t even feel worthy of the green tunic on his back—that fated symbol of the Hero of eld—let alone of the responsibility to carry such a sacred, timeless wonder. What had the goddess seen in him? He had given his best service for Hyrule during the war, but was he truly—? A loudly cleared throat snapped him out of his musings. “Having second thoughts?” Impa inquired. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs, successfully tossing his hair into his eyes. Annoyed, Link used the quill in his grasp to whisk that aside. “No, General,” he replied, as crisply as if he’d been accepting an order. Redirecting his attention to the matter at hand, Link hurriedly scratched his signature on the paper. The quill lifted. He regarded his work. Messy...but adequate. The corner of his lips turned up.  Fits me, I guess.

Cap swinging, Link stood, and bowed as he held out the paper. Impa took it with her usual brusqueness, as readily as she might claim a Bokoblin’s head off its shoulders. “Now it’s official,” Impa declared, with no hidden sigh of relief. “You’ve been captain since the moment the princess verbally instated you, but your name on this dotted line will now discourage the council from breathing down my neck about the ‘proper’ chain of command. The Hero you may be, but in their eyes, you cannot use that title to pull rank outside of war.” He nodded. “They’re right to say so,” Link said, and meant it. “I would rather be promoted as any other soldier would, than be thrust to the top simply due to my blood. Skill may separate the meager from the mighty, but devotion and honor matter above all else, birthright included.” As Impa rolled the paper up, she chuckled. “Spoken well, Hero. The spirit is strong within you.” Link rubbed the back of his gauntlet. Do you really think so?  He wished he could ask. Some days...I don’t feel it. How much is the Hero, and how much is me? “The recruits will be waiting in the training yard,” Impa said, tucking the paper under one arm. “I shall take this to the princess, that she might seal it at once.” I can deliver it, his thoughts blurted eagerly. Let me pass it along. He hadn’t seen Zelda for weeks now. Resetting Hyrule to a state of normalcy following the war demanded duties that pushed them apart. She was seated in the throne room, in her office, in the council chamber; he was running between the barracks, around the stables, even across Hyrule Field. Ever near to each other, but impossibly distant. Often glimpsing, but never truly seeing. Though he would never admit it to Impa, his superior officer, Link knew that deep down, he missed the princess’s company. Any excuse to pay her a visit would be welcome.   I won’t dilly dally. I swear I won’t waste her time. I only want to say hello...after so long…. “Anything else, Captain?” Impa raised an eyebrow. “You’re rather pensive today.” Link’s face colored as he realized he’d been staring again. He bowed again, hopefully low enough to hide his flushing. “No, General. Forgive my distraction.” Impa grunted a farewell, and Link straightened his cap.   Enough daydreaming. Back to work, Hero. *        *        * The castle had endured much wear and tear during the siege, but the training yard was left mostly unscathed. Save for a few haphazardly clawed walls and several tattered banners, the area was identical to the last time he’d been there—when he was a trainee himself. Link inhaled deeply through his nose, relishing the petrichor. The sky was overcast now, but rain had fallen overnight, scattering puddles throughout the yard. While the cobblestones were somewhat slick, Link didn’t mind. Learning to fight in variable conditions was crucial, especially for green recruits. That was what his captain had always believed, while he still lived. Now, in place of his leader, Link sternly paraded the yard, scarf sailing in his wake. “Straighten your back,” he called out to a trainee nervously gripping a sword. “Your stance is off.” “Yes, Captain!” “Mind the elbows!” he barked to another boldly brandishing a spear. “You’re leaving an opening!” “Got it, Captain!” “Stay in formation!” he shouted at a group determinedly practicing the phalanx, after one of their members slipped in a puddle. “Don’t let one man’s misstep take the whole team down!” “Understood, Captain!” Link marched in a circuit until his feet became sore, and yelled out commands till his voice became hoarse. His boots became splattered with mud, and his cap drenched with sweat, but such was the proof of a hard day’s work. Certainly, a single day was nowhere near enough time to shape a trainee into a warrior, but if this single day’s progress was any indication, he had a solid team under his command, chock full of potential. When the last of the clouds finally drifted away and the weary trainees shuffled off to the showers, he found himself grinning at the sun setting over the parapets.  These young knights will be true Hyrulean warriors in due time. Surely many of them will prove themselves worthy of Zelda’s royal guard! His eyes flickered to the ramparts, as once they had, ages ago. This time, however, no one was there. No one was standing above the yard, watching him train so furiously that his then-too-big helmet flew off and rolled away, forgotten. No one was thoughtfully judging his swordsmanship as he ducked and blocked, then leapt and struck at the perfect opportunity. No one was looking down at him...with such a bright, inquisitive affinity...that he could practically feel light burgeoning inside his very soul. The evening sun vanished at last, behind the walls upon which no one stood. Like a chokehold on his scarf, the burden of the session finally caught up with him. Link absentmindedly pulled the blue fabric free from his neck—abruptly feeling like he’d peeled off a layer of sweat with it. Despite the scarf's dampness, he used it to mop his face. If he scrubbed aggressively enough, could he wipe away some of the silliness in his head, too? “You did your part,” he told himself, mumbling into the embroidered Wingcrest. “That’s enough. You fulfilled your destiny, became the Hero that she—no, everyone in Hyrule needed. And now...you’re nobody, and that’s how it should be. That’s how it will be. Don’t expect anything more.” Wet boots clicked decisively on the stones as the Captain of the Hylian Knights ordered himself to his room. The sooner he got cleaned up, the sooner he would be in his right mind, away from...silly daydreams. On his way, he stomped through a puddle filled with his own reflection, ignoring the cold water that splashed up his back. ~ <<< First Chapter

[thebibliomancer]

Essential Avengers: Avengers #285: Twilight of the Gods!

November, 1987

Dammit Zeus, stop eating everyone! Do you want to get mpreg? Because that’s how you get mpreg!

Hah, medium cut.

Also, I can’t believe Marvel TM’d Zeus.

So, last times on Avengers: there was a big Masters of Evil story which left the mansion totaled, Hercules coma’d, and Wasp quitting as leader so she could go on vacation. Captain Monica Marvel got voted as new leader and the first nonsense she has to deal with is Zeus being murderously angry at the Avengers over his favorite son being in a coma.

Even though Hercules drunkenly staggered into an ambush despite Wasp telling him not to do that exact thing!

Anyway, the Avengers and also Namor escape from Hades and sneak their way into Olympus to confront Zeus. They try to get some of Big Daddy Z’s more reasonable kids to help argue their point but Zeus just starts exploding everything.

Prometheus tries to heal Hercules because maybe that will get Zeus to chill. But Hercules wakes up from his coma in one of his classic murder rages. So things have, in fact, gotten worse. Thanks, Prometheus.

The situation is so bad that the first page and a bit are just Black Knight looking at how bad things are going and thinking ‘wow this is the worst situation I’ve ever been in.’

Just wait for the 90s, when you inexplicably become the most prominent Avengers character.

Low-hanging fruit!

But shit is bad.

Thor is exhausted. Captain Marvel is exhausted. Zeus just effortlessly kicked Namor and She-Hulk’s ass in seconds.

Oh and to make things worse, Thor reassure/brags that Namor and She-Hulk are still alive despite Zeus’ best efforts.

Zeus: “You think me incapable of slaying these mortals, Thor? Bah! I have but spared their meager lives for the moment! I have condemned you all to death by torment for what you did to my son, and I shall see that sentence carried out -- e’en if I myself must act as executioner!”

Thor shut the hell up.

Meanwhile, within the caves where Prometheus was healing Hercules, Hercules is on the warpath, yelling ENEMIES! ENEMIES EVERYWHERE!

Wasp tries to tell him that he’s among friends but Hercules just goes to smash her, yelling that she’s always ordering him about and hurting him.

Wasp: “Hercules... please, try to remember! We warned you of the danger -- it was the Masters of Evil that hurt you!”

Hercules: “NO!! You hurt!”

Even this era of high-powered Wasp, she isn’t going to try to tangle with Hercules. So she flies over to try to get help from Hera, Prometheus, or Apollo. Alas, they’re all out cold.

Hercules does the superstrong hand clap shockwave thing and knocks tiny Wasp out. Despite Captain America clinging to his legs and trying to stop him, Hercules scoops up the unconscious superheroine and prepares to kill her.

When all of a sudden, Dr Druid for the rescue! For some reason!

He jumps on Hercules’ back and psychics as hard as he can, despite his head injury, trying to get Hercules to remember.

Druid does manage to get Hercules remembering, helpfully rendered as recap panels.

Hercules remembers blundering into the Masters occupied mansion despite Cap and Wasp warning him of the trap. And he remembers getting his ass kicked by several of the strongest Masters of Evil all at once.

But remembering this makes Hercules scream “NO MORE!!!” and throw Dr Druid off his back.

Meanwhile, outside, the Avengers are still trying to beat up Hercules’ dad.

Zeus has just stood by and let Namor and She-Hulk regain consciousness. So that they’re aware enough to feel the ass-kicking he’s about to deliver to their asses.

But Black Knight finally joins the fight that he’s been horrified and spectating for a while.

Black Knight: “Just a minute, your highness... you’ve forgotten the Black Knight! Is this ‘mere mortal’ beneath your notice -- or are you just afraid to admit that you might not be able to kill me?”

Zeus: “WHAT?!? Never have I beheld a man so eager to die!”

Dang, Dane, your valiant side is showing.

Black Knight was making a gamble. That his incredibly cursed Ebony Blade’s ability to absorb and reflect energy was strong enough to counter Zeus smiting him.

He reckoned correct.

While Zeus is stunned by his own lightning, Namor and She-Hulk jump in to pummel the god. And then Thor BUHROOMs Zeus right in the torso with Mjolnir.

He doesn’t care for it.

Zeus: “this is beyond belief. never have i been humbled in such a way... never.”

Thor: “Never before have you faced the Mighty Avengers!”

Captain Marvel nyooms around Zeus, who has taken a knee after all the punishment, and asks if he’s ready to have an adult conversation now.

He’s not.

With all the Avengers knocked unconscious by Zeus’ tantrum, he expresses pity for the poor mortals he has to kill. But he has no pity for Thor for siding with mortals and decides to stress test Thor’s supposed inability to die.

Someone grabs Zeus and tells him to let Thor go. Zeus just swats the person away. But the person is insistent and tackles Zeus down a hill.

The Avengers regain consciousness and wonder where Zeus went when he had them at his lack of mercy. But their question is quickly answered when Zeus and the person’s tumble knocks down trees in the nearby forest.

The person (still rendered shadowy for mystery reasons) tells Zeus that he won’t let Zeus harm the Avengers.

Zeus doesn’t like being told what to do.

He blasts the person, hurls him against a tree, and starts pummeling the crap out of him.

Zeus: “Who are you, to order me? I am Zeus... Lord of all Olympus! My word is LAW! None may command me! I am supreme! SUPREME!!!”

The Avengers grab Zeus, pull him off the person. Black Knight threatens to shank Zeus with his extremely cursed sword if Zeus forces him to. Zeus is outraged at their insolence but Captain Marvel focuses on the person Zeus was beating up. She tells Namor to make sure Hercules is okay.

Hey, Dr Druid’s mind treatment worked, Hercules regained his good sense, went to try to stop his dad from murdering his friends, and suffered another horrible beating as a result.

Thor: “Do you at last see how your rage has blinded you, Zeus?”

Zeus: “Hercules! My son, forgive me! I didn’t know... didn’t see -- !”

Hercules murmurs that Zeus was wrong about the Avengers but once Zeus learns Prometheus is involved, he assumes Prometheus has been filling Hercules’ head with lies. But Hercules affirms that the Avengers aren’t at fault for his coma. They’re his own dumb fault.

Then Hera shows up because this is the “call Zeus a dumbass” power hour.

She calls Zeus a dumbass. But also recaps her role in this and the parts of the plot Zeus has missed. Including that Prometheus sacrificed part of his own life essence to heal Hercules.

Prometheus is cool with it. Hercules freed him from that bound to a mountain, getting eaten by an eagle forever thing on Mount Caucasus.

Zeus: “Hercules, my son... what have I done? By all that is eternal... what have I done?”

LATER: Things have settled down.

Zeus has kindly allowed the Avengers some hospitality. Wasp took the opportunity to switch into an Olympian outfit because that’s the most Wasp thing to do in the situation.

Hercules isn’t completely better yet. He’s not in any pain but he finds it hard to think. Prometheus assures him that will get better in time.

Captain Marvel is hesitant to let her guard down, considering Zeus was just trying to kill them all and now is treating them like guests. But as She-Hulk points out, why not eat his food and drink his wine. Doesn’t mean you gotta forgive.

 Captain America and Dr Druid show up, completely healed of their respective injuries by Apollo, GOD OF MEDICINE.

Apollo also tried to heal Thor, but to no avail. Thor decides that he’s just going to have to confront Hela so he can -rearrange the letters- heal.

Although, I’m pretty sure its a journey to get to that point. He has to fight Fin Fang Foom who turns out to be JORMUNGANDR and the fight renders him a flesh puddle that a bunch of ice giants beat up and then Loki sends the Destroyer to kill Thor so the ice giants don’t get to do it except the Destroyer decides to eat Thor’s soul as an infinite battery except Thor’s strong will takes over the Destroyer and uses it to bother Hela into lifting the curse.

Its a hell of a journey.

Anyway. With the Avengers healed up and also wined and dined, Apollo asks them to come to a special tribunal of the gods Zeus is holding.

And you know it’s serious business because Zeus is wearing his robes of penance.

I mean, you know its serious business if you know that those are the robes of penance so thank god (specifically Athena) that she loudly exposits to the crowd this thing they already know.

And the serious business? Zeus was wrong about something and he’s making it everyone’s problem.

Zeus: “Citizens of Olympus... members of the high pantheon... a great wrong has been done to these Avengers. It is a wrong for which I am responsible, a wrong for which I must atone. Out of concern for my beloved son, I did rashly and unthinkingly accuse these heroes of betrayal. But the only betrayal was that of reason... by my own passions. My crime against the Avengers has shown me a sober lesson...”

“... We ‘gods’ are far more powerful than mortals, but we are no wiser. We can be the basest of fools. The power we possess can be deadly -- even to the mightiest of mortals. Humanity has suffered too much from our careless ways... there must be an end to this. And so, I vow before these mortals... that no one born of Olympus shall ever again set foot upon the Earth!”

Neptune: “Brother, have you forgotten our covenant? I am lord and protector of the subsea peoples! You cannot bar me from my worshipers!”

Ares: “Neptune is not the only one with followers, father! Many are the mortals who revere the ways of war -- I will not be denied -- !”

Zeus: “SILENCE! You are forbidden to walk the Earth! Thus is the will of Zeus! Disobey me at your own peril!”

It’s funny because Zeus basically browbeat everyone into this revenge on the Avengers scheme and now he’s making it everyone’s problem for listening to him in the first place.

And why do I feel like he’s going to use this as an excuse to keep Hercules from returning to Earth once he’s fully recovered?

Also, huh, I’m surprised there was no evil plan behind Hercules’ coma mutterings. His brain was just pulped and his thoughts jumbled. Nobody put words in his ear or made him say those things. Feels weird to have it not be an evil scheme.

Afterward, Prometheus takes the Avengers minus Hercules to the edge of the dimensional abyss that abuts Olympus. And here I thought Olympus was a mountain on Earth but that shows me.

Prometheus sort of slaps a theme onto this whole arc.

Prometheus: “Zeus is a prideful god, Knight... and has been deeply shamed by this affair. You must understand, in temperament, the gods of Olympus have ever been as children. So great is their power, they have never known lasting defeat. For Zeus to have acknowledged his error as he did was a show of maturity unheard of amongst his kind. Perhaps all Olympians may in time show the degree of responsibility their power demands. We can but hope.”

Cool.

Namor asks what’s going to become of Hercules, given Zeus’ new mandate that no Olympians are allowed on Earth. And Prometheus gives him a vague assurance that maybe the Avengers haven’t seen the last of Hercules, possibly.

Then with a vague warning of future difficulties, Prometheus teleports the Avengers back to Earth before he has to explain anything he just said.

What a mysterious prick.

There’s some concerns left. The Avengers have to clear up any trouble caused by She-Hulk’s Dionysus provoked rampage. Wasp has to immediately run off because she was Artemis abducted from her vacation and people are going to be missing her. And Thor immediately flies off as well because he needs to eventually get around to dealing with his Hela curse.

While the Avengers head back to Hydrobase, Captain America takes off elsewhere. Musing on what Prometheus said about the Avengers being “sorely tested” before deciding whatever it will be, the Avengers will meet the challenge.

More fallout for Namor! Marrina is at Hydrobase to meet him with hugs and bad news.

The hug is nice but the news is bad. When Namor got pulled to hell by Neptune, that little village of exiled Atlanteans had taken that as a sign that Namor was rejected by the god of Atlantis.

Because, uh, there’s very few other ways that god dragging someone to hell can be interpreted.

The whole village took this also as a sign they should abandon Namor. And they’ve all fled to the depths. Taking with them Namor’s hopes of founding a new kingdom.

Namor decides that the ocean holds no future for him and Marrina but maybe they’ll find a place on the surface world, with the Avengers.

-looks ahead- Oof.

Anyway.

A week later, Captain Marvel is giving Namor and Dr Druid a brief on the Fixer, one of the Masters of Evil who took over Avengers Mansion. You might remember that storyline. It’s what put Hercules in a coma. I keep mentioning it.

Dr Druid wonders why she’s expositing about a supervillain who is already arrested and being held in a maximum security prison.

I assume to set up for the next storyline but Monica also says that everyone in the team should have familiarity with all the Avengers’ enemies.

But Captain America doesn’t show up for the meeting and he didn’t leave word he wouldn’t make it... and that’s not like responsible ol’ Cap(tain America).

Captain Marvel: “I want to know what’s going on. If Captain America is in trouble, we’re going to make it the Avengers’ business!”

The next issue says the fix is on. Yup, the Fixer is up to something. Very timely having an update on him, Monica.

Except, we need to spend some time with some annuals and then some West Coast Avengers again. To even out the dates.

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It all happens very quickly. Ed is only a few steps into the bar when he hears Stede Bonnet’s laughter, bubbling and lighthearted.  It hits like a lightning bolt and hurts like a punctured lung, so much so that he actually stumbles backward in his surprise. He knocks directly into someone who must recognize him as Blackbeard, because he doesn’t get punched in the face.

Stede looks well.  He’s incorporated some color back into his wardrobe – a stunning turquoise blouse which somehow looks even better when paired with the more sedate trousers.  His cheeks are pink with alcohol or exertion, and his hair is beautifully tousled.

Stede Bonnet.  It’s only been three weeks since he’d barged back onto the Revenge, only to retreat again at the first sign of trouble.  

So, Stede’s doing well.  That’s great. Love to see it.  Pure fuckin’ joy, no complicated feelings at all.  Ed still can’t keep down a full meal, and Stede is already over it, out drinking with his crew.  Perfect.

He’s still deciding whether to attempt a graceful exit or order enough booze to put down a horse when Stede glances up.  Catches his eye.  Ed raises a hand in greeting, but Stede goes blazing red and drops his eyes to the table top. Turns his head away quickly, and after a hurried conference with Lucius, both of them leave the bar.

Neither look back.

And that’s that.  That’s that.

…

Ed is making good progress on slowly drowning in whiskey when someone sit beside him.

“Ed,” Lucius says.  He spins around in several tight circles on his barstool with a dopey grin.  “Message for you from the captain.”

Ed blinks.  “Pretty sure he can deliver his own messages, boy.”

Lucius groans and lays his head down on the dull wood of the countertop.  “It’s all addressed in the message.”

Ed should leave.  Walk out the door and away from this whole mess. He’d look cool doing it.  If he had any pride left, he would leave.  “What’s the message?”

Lucius grins and whips parchment from his pocket.  He clears his throat dramatically.

“’Edward, dearest, I’m so sorry for—no, scratch dearest.  I don’t want to make him uncomfortable.  Ed, dearest, I’m so--what?  No.  I can say it, just don’t put it in the note. I have to say it; it’s true.  I don’t-- I can’t control the degree to which he is dear to me!  All right. You win.  Edward, I’m so sorry for being here tonight.  We heard rumors you were making your way to the Pacific, so I never considered we might meet.  I know you don’t want to see me again, and I will continue to endeavor to abide by your wishes.  Shall I say I miss him?  No, that’s too much.  How about… ever yours, SB.’”

Ed is drunk and paralyzed but for his hand twitching at his side.  The bartender is watering down drinks and the crowd is getting louder and Stede Bonnet said ever yours.  He drags the back of his hand over his wet cheeks.  “He left,” Ed says.  “Twice.”

The boy smirks.  “He’s waiting for me outside.”  

Ed’s going to kill him better next time.  After he talks to Stede.

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Hezekiah's Illness and Recovery

1 In those days was Hezekiah sick unto death. And the prophet Isaiah the son of Amoz came to him, and said unto him, Thus saith the Lord, Set thine house in order; for thou shalt die, and not live.

2 Then he turned his face to the wall, and prayed unto the Lord, saying,

3 I beseech thee, O Lord, remember now how I have walked before thee in truth and with a perfect heart, and have done that which is good in thy sight. And Hezekiah wept sore.

4 And it came to pass, afore Isaiah was gone out into the middle court, that the word of the Lord came to him, saying,

5 Turn again, and tell Hezekiah the captain of my people, Thus saith the Lord, the God of David thy father, I have heard thy prayer, I have seen thy tears: behold, I will heal thee: on the third day thou shalt go up unto the house of the Lord.

6 And I will add unto thy days fifteen years; and I will deliver thee and this city out of the hand of the king of Assyria; and I will defend this city for mine own sake, and for my servant David's sake.

7 And Isaiah said, Take a lump of figs. And they took and laid it on the boil, and he recovered.

8 And Hezekiah said unto Isaiah, What shall be the sign that the Lord will heal me, and that I shall go up into the house of the Lord the third day?

9 And Isaiah said, This sign shalt thou have of the Lord, that the Lord will do the thing that he hath spoken: shall the shadow go forward ten degrees, or go back ten degrees?

10 And Hezekiah answered, It is a light thing for the shadow to go down ten degrees: nay, but let the shadow return backward ten degrees.

11 And Isaiah the prophet cried unto the Lord: and he brought the shadow ten degrees backward, by which it had gone down in the dial of Ahaz.

12 At that time Berodachbaladan, the son of Baladan, king of Babylon, sent letters and a present unto Hezekiah: for he had heard that Hezekiah had been sick.

13 And Hezekiah hearkened unto them, and shewed them all the house of his precious things, the silver, and the gold, and the spices, and the precious ointment, and all the house of his armour, and all that was found in his treasures: there was nothing in his house, nor in all his dominion, that Hezekiah shewed them not.

14 Then came Isaiah the prophet unto king Hezekiah, and said unto him, What said these men? and from whence came they unto thee? And Hezekiah said, They are come from a far country, even from Babylon.

15 And he said, What have they seen in thine house? And Hezekiah answered, All the things that are in mine house have they seen: there is nothing among my treasures that I have not shewed them.

16 And Isaiah said unto Hezekiah, Hear the word of the Lord.

17 Behold, the days come, that all that is in thine house, and that which thy fathers have laid up in store unto this day, shall be carried into Babylon: nothing shall be left, saith the Lord.

18 And of thy sons that shall issue from thee, which thou shalt beget, shall they take away; and they shall be eunuchs in the palace of the king of Babylon.

19 Then said Hezekiah unto Isaiah, Good is the word of the Lord which thou hast spoken. And he said, Is it not good, if peace and truth be in my days?

20 And the rest of the acts of Hezekiah, and all his might, and how he made a pool, and a conduit, and brought water into the city, are they not written in the book of the chronicles of the kings of Judah?

21 And Hezekiah slept with his fathers: and Manasseh his son reigned in his stead. — 2 Kings 20 | King James Version (KJV) The King James Version Bible is in the public domain. Cross References: Joshua 10:12; 1 Samuel 3:18; 2 Samuel 12:21-22; 2 Samuel 17:23; 2 Kings 19:34: 2 Kings 18:17; 2 Kings 21:1; 2 Kings 24:12-13; 2 Chronciles 32:27; 2 Chronicles 32:31; 2 Chronicles 32:33; 2 Chronicles 33:11; Isaiah 38:1; Isaiah 38:21; Ezekiel 23:23; Luke 2:12; Luke 18:10

[frozenambiguity]

reginrokkr asked:

“  the world isn’t made up of heroes and monsters. just broken people balancing between the two.  ”

«Oh? A most acute observation, Dainsleif». The name tastes sour in his mouth. Foreign. Insincere. There is a certain sharpness in the way the captain delivers it, and he cares little if said detail is unwelcomed. The distrust Dainsleif has for Kaeya very well mirrors the latter's views and opinions on the former.

«Since you seem to be in the spirit for some philosophical argumentation, shall I be bold enough to throw you an observation of my own?» He leans closer, the smile on his features not faltering. It is clear that there is a hint of provocation and that the atmosphere is about to become heavier, should the other entertain him and wish to engage.

«You know... I have heard stories, but some of the things you have told me as of late... Well. They confirmed some of my suspicions regarding your stance in the grand scheme of things! The world is not made up of heroes and monsters... Simply broken people balancing between the two. Do you not think that that is a bit rich coming from the likes of you? After all, you did warn me to continue living my own life if I had completely cut ties with the past. But what does that entail, exactly? It seems to me that there is a hint of accusation and distaste here and there. The world is not black and white, but a mixture of tones and gradients of gray — yet you are quick to point fingers. Tsk-tsk-tsk. A little bit of a discrepancy, if you ask me. Unless there is something more that you are aware of and haven't been too keen on sharing. Context matters, of course».

Does this represent Kaeya's views on Khaenri'ah, its citizens, and the Abyss Order? Not necessarily — he still has much to process, much to examine and think about. Despite looking like it, he is not siding with anyone. Merely making a factual observation in hopes of acquiring new information. And if he has to be more audacious to reach said goal, so be it. Foolish he would be if he wasted the opportunity to confront Dainsleif with such a statement. As much as Kaeya is distrustful of Dainsleif, he, too, is intrigued by him. Perhaps he has been avoidant of this topic for too long, hoping the gods would smile upon him, and the weave of fate would ultimately favor him. Yet the opportunity presents itself — perhaps this man will be able to shed new light on matters. Provide newer perspectives. One can only wait and hope to find out.

[mysticalibra1994]

Sonic Prime (Before the Shattering AU)

Prime!Shadow's counterparts

TW: Mourning of loss, manipulation, being in a trance, yaoi underwater kiss/rescue (if you don't like the latter, you don't have to read the rest)

After doing Sonic's Shatterverse counterparts, I've figured "Why not and do Shadow's?"

1.) No Place Crimson - Decades ago, a fair maiden (with a rare condition) would often visit the Guardian of the Waters. They would talk for hours... That is until those visits would slowly slow to a stop. Crimson was confused, only to witness a butterfly visiting him; the hue of the wings sadly matched the fair maiden's eyes. That was when he knew that her illness got her... She was gone, but not forgotten due to her statue being delivered into his domain. Due to his immortality, he would spend his time cleaning her statue to keep it pristine (as if it were new). As the years go by, he promises her spirit to continue to stay as the Guardian of the Waters. That began during a raging storm that knocked Emerald Eye into the deep water. Being too stunned to swim upwards, the blue pirate begins to flail, only to slowly lose his breath and strength... That is until he was rescued by Crimson. By the time Crimson got to him, Emerald Eye was limping as his remaining air bubbles left his mouth. Since the Guardian of the Waters knew that this "land creature", he began to channel plenty of interior oxygen, tilted the drowning pirate's head back, planted his mouth on his, and blew. As he continues blowing air back into the pirate's lungs, the Guardian of the Waters quickly makes his way to the late fair maiden's home island to resurface him. As the blue pirate comes to, he slowly looks around to get his barrings, only to be face-to-face with the sea creature that saved him. At first, Emerald Eye panicked a bit, only to relax as Crimson explained to him what happened. Now, Crimson has new visitors! Dread was a bit skeptical after hearing urban legends and myths of sea creatures being dangerous, but knowing the fact that he saved Emerald Eye's life, he has placed that stereotype to bed for good. After Emerald Eye's sacrifice (and when Dread got his new crew), Crimson wondered why Emerald Eye's visits had stopped. So, as he visits Dread, his new crew captures the sea creature ties him up on the mast, and waits for "Captain's Orders". By the time Dread walks out (wearing Emerald Eye's hat), his eyes widen in fear and concern for Crimson's condition; nearly drying out and gasping. Dread's new crew was confused, at first, then guilty when they realized what they'd done. After untying and aiding the sea creature, Dread sadly tells Crimson of Emerald Eye's sacrifice. This stunned the crew... "Cap'n, 'ow come ye've ne'er told us?" "Ye ne'er asked… I did nay want me past to 'aunt me, an' I been afraid that there ye'd 'ate me the same as me old crew 'ated me." "Cap'n, that there been an accident. We would ne'er 'ate ye o'er accidents." After grieving Emerald Eye (again, for Dread's part), they've come together to make a statue that's made from the same material that the fair maiden's statue was made of. By the time the materials had settled and dried, Dread gifted this statue to Crimson. Crimson, of course, hesitates, but the red pirate insists it. Now, Crimson has two statues... "Hello, I'm back. I apologize for how long it's been, but I've got you a new friend, Duchess Margurite..."

2.) New Yoke T.U.L.F. - It's been years since the loss of Margo, Terios couldn't stop acting forlorn (because it wasn't acting...) Dr. Don't was thinking of putting him out of his misery, but Dr. Deep had a more humane idea. "Terios, come." "Is it time to visit her room? I don't think my heart could take it."No, I have an idea; how would like the idea of separating your soul and your body so that way your soul would be with her and your body shall remain here?" "W-would I stay organic?" "Not quite, you see, your body will be mechanically enhanced." "Will I ever see her again?" "Of course... in spirit." About several hours later, Dr. Deep walks out of the mechanical engineering room, following him is... "Greetings. I identify as 'T.U.L.F-PT 5.0'. It is a positive reaction to meet you." "Likewise... Now, who do you serve?" "I only serve anyone who shares the same bloodline of the Robotnik Family and her essence." "Excellent..."

3.) Boscage Guardian - Nature. It's everywhere and loud; too loud. Ark couldn't handle the loudness of the forces of nature! During the daytime, it's loud, But at night... It's peaceful He loved and admired that. Nature notices this as it allows him to be absorbed into the forces of nature. At first, he hesitated, but once the sun came up, he noticed the quietness was decreasing. So, he gave in and changed his name to "Guardian".

[superpowerprayer]

Jesus Delivered Me from the New Age 😮 | Mara's Testimony

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Worldwide Revival. Please Pray For. Dedicate and Rededicate your life to the Lord Jesus Christ.

FATHER I BELIEVE THAT YOU SENT YOUR SON JESUS CHRIST TO DIE ON THE CROSS FOR MY SINS. I BELIEVE THAT HE DIED, AND WAS RESURRECTED, AND IS COMING BACK TO JUDGE THE LIVING AND THE DEAD. FATHER, I REPENT.FORGIVE ME OF ALL MY SINS. COME INTO MY HEART AND MAKE ME YOUR CHILD. IN THE NA ME OF YOUR SON JESUS CHRIST. Thank you for saving my soul. AMEN

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Heavenly Father in the Mighty name of Jesus Christ Destroy  every Demonic plot against  Me, My Family, My Church, My  City, and My Country. In Jesus name In Jesus name In Jesus name Satan, Lucifer, Every Demon, All Witch Craft, Sorcery, Every Principality, All Spiritual wickedness in High places, Prince of the Power of the air, Dominions, every Unclean Spirit, every Infirmity, Chief Prince, all Generals, all Captains, all Centurions, every Watchmen, Principalities and every other Devil. I rebuke you in Jesus name. I cast you out in Jesus name. I cast you Down in Jesus name. I Bind, Cage, Chain, Mute, Muzzle, Gag,  Cut you All Off, Destroy, Strip and Ruin You All. I Nullify All of Your Actions forever and ever In Jesus Christ name. I take back all of the permission that I have given you in the past to operate in me and through me. I take my Authority back right now by the Blood of Jesus Christ and as a Son or Daughter of The Most High God. I render you all Powerless in my life from now on in the Mighty name of Jesus Christ. The Holy Bible States in Phillipians 2:10-11 " That at The Name of Jesus Every knee shall bow of Things in Heaven and Things on Earth and things Under the Earth And Every Tongue Shall Confess that Jesus Christ is Lord. To the Glory of God The Father.” I now command you All to Bow Down on your knees and confess with your mouths that Jesus Christ is Lord. Father God Destroy, Strip, Ruin, Confuse and Cast Down the demonic kingdom in Jesus name. Most High God,  His number is 644, Jesus, Emmanuel, Holy Spirit, Almighty God, Father and His Power Aleeth. Please Forgive Me of Every Sin that I have ever Committed and Thank You for dying on The Cross for Me. I Give You All of the Praise Honor and Glory forever. Lord Thank you for hearing and honoring my prayer and setting me free. Please Lead me and guide me from now on. Amen

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[casspurrjoybell-21]

Pirate Chains - Volume 1 - Strong Tides

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter 1 - Fate’s Game - Part 1

At the top of the main mast, a man watched the sea around the sailing ship. 

He gazed into the horizons as the waves moved towards them repeatedly. 

He felt calmed by their inviting rhythm but also bored with the monotonic performance. 

Everything remained dull until a dot in the large sea was visible enough to draw his attention. 

He instantly leaned over the crow's nest and delivered the news.

"Captain. Me Captain. A ship, a ship ahead."

The Captain stepped towards the forecastle of the large ship. 

He stood proudly as he pulled his telescope out of his long, black leather jacket and used it to locate his soon to be target. 

He was instantly slightly disappointed with what he saw. 

He was handsome with a commanding attitude and a tall confident stance. 

For a man in his early thirties, he was too young to be a pirate Captain, yet that didn't keep him from becoming one and for all the years he spent in the sea, he knew how unusual the current situation was.

"How odd, it's a fishing ship"

A limping pirate scratched his dirty head, 

"Aye me Captain, that is weird. Fishermen always stay in guarded waters. This is too far for them to wander."

"Indeed," another added.

"We're quite far from shores and this is not a fishing area."

The one on the crow's nest leaned forward as he gazed at the sea. 

"It's not moving, Captain and it looks like it's anchor is dropped."

Soon enough, others joined the forecastle to debate about the intruders.

"Maybe they're lost."

"Maybe they know we're bored and came to entertain us." 

"Aye, fresh meat."

And boorish laughter spread to reveal their colorful teeth laughed boorishly.

An evil smirk tugged on the Captain's lips as he ordered his men. 

"Well then, let's get entertained. Avast ye. They're not escaping, which means they haven't seen us yet. We'll sail quietly towards them and keep watch. We shall enjoy the hunt. If they start to flee, we'll raise sail and catch on."

Then he turned towards the sea and added. 

"Time to feed the devils."

Excited with the prospects of a new prey, the crew obeyed, impatient to get their hands on whatever the sea Goddess was offering them.

The young man sitting in the crow's nest jumped out and slid down on a rope. 

He dropped beside his Captain and offered more information. 

"There are two men on the front deck, Captain. I don't think they can see us and I see no one else above deck for now."

Another joined in. 

"There are certainly more souls down the hull."

The Captain turned to the young pirate.

"Good eye Maren, get back on the mast and keep looking for any suspicious movements or other sailors stepping out. I'd like to keep the element of surprise if we are to have any fun today. After all, it's just a fishing ship."

"Aye aye, Captain," Maren grinned. 

Then with the same agility, he climbed to the top of the mast once more and resumed his task.

The Captain glanced at his crew and commented, making them all laugh and grin evilly.

The waves got agitated and the fishing ship was fighting for stability. 

The waters were getting worse, almost as if they mirrored the tension above deck.

Only two men stood here, facing each other. 

Too absorbed in their quarrel to check the surrounding ocean. 

Neither noticed a certain ship with a black flag, silently approaching them.

The first one was Terry, an old man in his sixties. 

He held a short sword in his hand and pointed it towards the second much younger man. 

"I'm asking you for the thousand's time. The money, where is it?"

Nyx stared at him in disbelief, signs of exhaustion clear on his pale complexion. 

His hands were tied together and didn't help his current predicament. 

His black silky hair complemented his face perfectly, reaching a bit under his ears. 

His sea-blue eyes bore into the old man and he sighed in fatigue before repeating the same thing he has been saying for days.

"I told you, Terry, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You think I'd believe that?" Terry screamed while furiously moving the sword around, making Nyx pull his head back to avoid being slashed.

"I really don't know. When father passed away, he left us with the house and the fishing ships that you're managing. Those are already worth a fortune. You were there. He left nothing else..."

"Stop lying. You think I'm an idiot? Your father told me himself back in the days that he had a treasure for you two. You and that stupid, spoiled sister of yours. Fucking hell, all these years I've been looking high and low for it only to find naught. I busted my ass for years playing your stepfather for what? Nothing."

Painful thoughts saddened Nyx's eyes but it was soon replaced with anger. 

He stepped closer and started yelling, no longer caring how close he was to Terry's sword. 

"My father trusted you as a close friend and a business partner and when he... when he passed away, we welcomed you into the family. You married my mother. She trusted you with everything including herself and her children. You were handed all our estate and business to manage. You made loads of money and kept most of it to yourself. What more could you possibly take from us?"

The effort strained him and he started getting dizzy. 

He stopped for a second to regain his focus. 

He looked down at his tied hands and tugged on them again, only to have his wrists protest in pain. 

He breathed in and managed to calm his voice. 

"This is completely futile. Just let us go home, Terry. My mother is waiting. You know how frail she can be. She falls sick easily and I'm certain she's extremely worried by now. We've been sailing for five days already. We're much farther than we're supposed to. We shouldn't even be in these waters and you know that. We were expected to be back two days ago. Please, think about her and be reasonable. Let us go back," he pleaded but Terry didn't look any close to changing his crazy mind.

Nyx glanced down at the point of the sword that was dangerously close to his throat. 

He pulled back slightly but the sword immediately followed. 

He tried to gather his thoughts and decided to face what he came to realize, that talking will not get him out of this mess.

He knew this bastard cared about no one and nothing but money, he certainly made that clear over the years. 

Now Nyx was being punished for his own carelessness and he couldn't believe his stepfather bribed one of his own crews and got them to assist him in this idiotic plan. 

Those were men that Nyx paid on a weekly basis.

How could they turn on him so easily?

He sighed and thought regrettably. 

I should have let my cousin Haven choose the sailors to hire.

Thoughts about his mother and sister crossed his mind and he felt agonized. 

His mother trusted this horrible man, yet he relentlessly ripped them off over the years. 

Nyx tried to amend most of that and shelter his mother and sister from such horrible truth. 

However, no matter how hard he tried, the young man failed to protect his father's business or his own mother and sister from such a petty thief.

Nyx gathered his last shred of hope and effort and tried to find a way out of the mess he was in. 

A few days ago, he didn't believe Terry could truly kill him. 

He thought his acts were idiotic and fruitless and that he'll soon realize his own foolishness and resign his criminal behavior. 

Alas, now he wasn't so sure his life meant anything to the old man but how could he save himself?

He noticed the agitation of the sea and decided to use it to his advantage. 

He waited for one of the stronger waves to rock the ship and just when the ship rose, Terry got distracted for a second, trying to keep his balance. 

At that moment, Nyx sidestepped away from the shiny blade and lunged towards him. 

He pushed him with his shoulder and reached to grab the sword's handle.

Victory was so close as he touched the sword but Terry recuperated fast and punched him hard, sending him on his back.

[the-everlasting-dream]

The Way To Love Me (Part 1/2) - Elizabeth

A/N: After careful consultation with Captain of the Drake x Liz ship @ooo-barff-ooo, we have figured out Drake and Elizabeth’s love languages and before the Dralizabeth ship docks for the rest of Jan, I had to get this one request out first. Drake’s part will be posted eventually. I think...  

Word Count: 2150+

Warnings: None, pure fluff ahead

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‘Please welcome Duke Drake and Duchess Elizabeth Walker.’ 

The herald’s announcement from a couple of hours ago still echoed in Elizabeth’s mind as she raised her flute of champagne to her lips. The clear bubbly liquid had long since warmed up from the heat of her skin pressed anxiously against the glass. Not for the first time that night, the drink halted, inches away from her lips before she lowered it back down to the table again. 

All around her the charity ball was in full swing, music playing, couples dancing, drinks flowing, sounds of laughter and enjoyment ringing out around her. It was her and Drake’s first official appearance back at court after their month long honeymoon, their first big event together as husband and wife and yet she found herself alone in a corner, listlessly observing the festivities. Her sharp dark eyes widened for a minute as the subject of her focus disappeared for a moment and she craned her neck to find him amongst the dancing couples. Her brow creased into a tiny frown as she searched the floor only to find him, broad back to her, still locked in conversation with another council member. 

She let out a slight huff at the sight, the older gentlemen had been holding her husband’s attention for most of the night no doubt to talk about the recent developments of their meetings. She knew she shouldn’t begrudge him, it was definitely important work and she should have been glad that Drake had found good people who were willing to work with him for the betterment of Cordonia but she couldn’t help feeling a slight sense of annoyance directed at Lords Jamison and Philip for hogging Drake now. 

 Elizabeth Walker liked to think she wasn’t a jealous woman and right now it wasn’t exactly jealousy rippling through her but a strange sense of…neglect. She shook her head at the thought, perishing it from her mind but it refused to budge and, with eyes still trained on Drake who from his posture seemed very concentrated on what his companions were saying. 

Leaning forward, her eyes narrowed trying to make out the conversation from across the room. 

‘Blah, blah very important council work.’ She imagined Lord Jamison’s voice in her head. 

 ‘Yes yes so important that we need your attention for the whole night Duke Walker.’ That was Lord Philip, his thick moustache bobbing as she pictured him harrumphing and humming. ‘Don’t worry about your wife, the ole ball n chain will be fine in the corner by herself.’ 

Drake was nodding now. ‘Of course please continue. It doesn’t matter that I have barely touched her this whole night, my aim is to completely ignore her so could you please repeat that long winded and unnecessary explanation aga-‘ 

‘Could I clear that Your Grace?’ 

 Elizabeth was pulled out of her reverie when a server carrying a tray of dishes bound for the kitchen appeared in her line of vision, motioning to the untouched champagne glass on the table before her. She blushed at being caught so blatantly bad mouthing her colleagues and husband even if it was in her head and in her embarrassment, gulped down the entire glass before handing it to the server. She winced as the now warm liquid trickled down her throat, further souring her mood as she threw another glance back at Drake who had barely moved from his place next to the two men and giving them one last wistful look, she slipped out the side door onto the adjoining balcony.

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The night air felt calming against her skin, air from the gentle breeze caressing her cheeks as Elizabeth closed her eyes, leaning back against the cool stone wall. 

 She knew the whole thing was stupid. It really was. Stop making a big deal out of it, she chastised herself. You've just been together for a whole month straight. He's probably enjoying the bit freedom from the ole ball and chain right now..

Deep down she knew it was a big deal, to her at least. The last month had been bliss, pure heaven on earth to have Drake fully to herself, to touch him, to kiss him, to love him so freely and unashamedly. At first she’d surprised him by planning the entire month of travelling and adventuring together, doing all the things and visiting all the placed they’d talked about before but after a week of that neither of their hearts seemed into the fast paced option and eventually together they decided to ditch the plan and return home early to Atlantea and just be together. 

 Those three weeks had been the best of her life, Elizabeth reflected, the memory bringing a smile to her face for the first time all night. She never knew she’d enjoy the simple life so much, that the mundane action of waking up with the person she loved with all her heart would bring her so much joy. With the servants absent and the entire manor to themselves, Drake and her had spent many of those days sans clothing, making it their personal mission to christen every room in the house personally. She herself was a physical touch person, though only to those closest to her and while Elizabeth had always known he was a marshmallow at heart but she’d been pleasantly surprised by how tender and affectionate she’d discovered her husband to be. She’d felt it in the way his arms would accidentally on purpose brush hers as he walked past, how her legs always seems to be tangled with his as they had breakfast at 2pm in the afternoon, in the way he’d make love to her each day, sometimes more than once a day, kissing her with so much passion and devotion that she might have exploded from too much exposure.

But now that they were back at court, it seemed like a switch had been flipped and he suddenly didn’t want to be near her. Other than their official entrance and the obligatory first Cordonian Waltz, she had barely seen Drake all night. She understood that resuming their new titles meant a drop in time spent together and that was okay with her. Throughout the night both of them had been busy catching up with old friends and new fellow court members so it had been tough to find a moment alone but she hadn’t expected a total loss of contact. Elizabeth noted how when she’d walked up beside him earlier to check in, slipping her hand into his just to remind him quietly that she was there but he’d barely retained the contact for few seconds before breaking off to speak to someone else, leaving her confused and a little hurt. Surely he could have taken a moment to hold her hand for a bit right? 

Now Elizabeth wrung her hands, frowning in the face of the breeze as her train of thought spiralled into doubt. Maybe I’m just blowing this out of proportion, she thought to herself, attempting to be rational but some part of her resisted, thinking that terrible thought of What if he wasn’t interested in her anymore? Could he have gotten bored so quickly? Again she chased the thought from her mind, feeling angry at how childish she was being. Drake loved her, they’d just gotten married, this was the beginning of their forever, she shouldn’t be feeling this way. And yet she was.. 

 The swell of the party filtered back to her, reminding her of her obligation to return but Elizabeth couldn’t find it in her to plaster even a fake smile onto her face for the rest of the night. Walking back inside, she grabbed her purse and slipped out the door, fingers already tapping out a text message to Drake as her feet carried her towards the exit. 

 Not feeling too good. I’ll see you at home. Have a good time. 

 She’d scarcely hit send before footsteps sounded out from behind her. 

‘Walker? I got your message. Everything alright?’ 

 Elizabeth winced at the sound of her husband’s voice, she’d been hoping to leave undetected. 

 ‘Yeah, everything’s fine,’ she lied, turning around to face Drake. ‘I’m just a little tired is all.’ 

 He studied her for a moment and she felt her poorly constructed facade start to crumble. 

 ‘I know tired Elizabeth, this isn’t that. What’s wrong?’ He approached her, standing a few feet away but she could still feel the warmth radiating off his figure. 

She knew she should just come clean and tell him but her pride wouldn’t have it. ‘Nothing Drake. I’m fine.’ 

His lips twisted up to the side. ‘I may have only been married to you for a couple of months but I know that’s girl speak for something’s definitely wrong,’ he replied, gently lacing his fingers through hers, the sensation warming her skin. ‘What’s wrong Liz?’ 

 She swallowed at his use of her nickname. Usually he’d call her by her new last name — the name they both shared now — or when his memory lapsed it went back to Richmond while Elizabeth was usually reserved for formal occasions. But Liz was for when it was just the two of them, tender and more intimate than usual, when he really wanted to get her. Elizabeth looked up into his dark eyes, earnest and open only for her, ready to listen to whatever she had to say. 

‘Its nothing, its stupid.. you’re gonna laugh,’ she mumbled, still embarrassed that she’d been so obvious about it, gaze drifting down to where their hands were intertwined.   

‘I promise I won’t.’

His honest tone encouraged her and she laced her fingers tighter into his, still not looking him in the eyes. 

‘I guess I was just feeling a little.. uh… neglected I guess,’ Elizabeth mumbled awkwardly. ‘Last month was amazing and almost too good to be true. It seemed like a dream to be able to touch you and kiss you whenever I wanted but now that we’re back to reality… uh… it feels like the polar opposite now. You didn't even want to hold my hand today when you were talking to Leo and… I just thought you… you didn’t love me as much…' 

A chuckling sound brought her gaze back up and she frowned at his mirth. 

‘You said you wouldn’t laugh.’ 

 ‘Sorry,’ Drake replied, composing himself, though the corner of his lips tweaked up a little. ‘You’re adorable Liz.’ 

She frowned, mouth beginning too open with an annoyed reply when he suddenly stepped forward and planted a deep kiss on her lips. Elizabeth moaned in response, body reacting immediately to his touch as her hands came up to rest on his chest, eyes sliding shut as he wove his unspoken declaration of love across her skin in a way that took her breath away. His own hands circled her waist, pulling her in flush against him before one slid up to cup her jaw, gently guiding her to him. When he finally pulled away for air, her eyes remained fastened shut, heavy under the reinforced weight of his passion and love for her. 

 ‘Better?’ 

 Elizabeth nodded before her eyelids flickered open and she saw Drake smiling tenderly down at her. 

‘Much.’ 

 He kissed her again, slow and sweet this time and she happily responded, having craved this exact thing all night, melting into his touch. His grounding presence had such an effect on her, immediately dispelling her doubts . He’d told her before how she always seemed to stabilise him when things got rough but she’d never really noticed how he was her anchor until now when she was drifting away 

‘You’re right,’ he whispered back, lips brushing against hers as he spoke. ‘I did neglect you tonight. I didn't mean to.’ 

‘It’s okay,’ Elizabeth was already saying, wanting to forget the whole incident ever existed and get back to kissing him some more but he continued on. 

‘I’m still learning Liz. This whole marriage thing, its not something I saw for myself for a long time before you came around. I thought I’d live out the rest of my days sulking in the back of ballrooms and definitely not in a suit and married to the most amazing woman on earth. Its gonna take some practice but I promise I’ll get the hang of this PDA thing. I’ll hug you and kiss you all you want and I’m never gonna neglect you again.’ 

 Elizabeth couldn’t help her face from breaking into a grin. ‘I love you.’ 

‘I love you too.’ He dropped another kiss onto her lips before tugging her hand a little back in the direction of the ballroom. ‘And I’ve got a whole room full of people I need to show it to.’

[nostalgicacademia]

Letters of Jane Austen

Goodnestone Farm: Tuesday, August 27, 1805.

MY DEAR CASSANDRA,

We had a very pleasant drive from Canterbury, and reached this place about half-past four, which seemed to bid fair for a punctual dinner at five; but scenes of great agitation awaited us, and there was much to be endured and done before we could sit down to table.

Harriot found a letter from Louisa Hatton, desiring to know if she and her brothers were to be at the ball at Deal on Friday, and saying that the Eastwell family had some idea of going to it, and were to make use of Rowling if they did; and while I was dressing she came to me with another letter in her hand, in great perplexity. It was from Captain Woodford, containing a message from Lady Forbes, which he had intended to deliver in person, but had been prevented from doing.

The offer of a ticket for this grand ball, with an invitation to come to her house at Dover before and after it, was Lady Forbes' message. Harriot was at first very little inclined, or rather totally disinclined, to profit by her ladyship's attention; but at length, after many debates, she was persuaded by me and herself together to accept the ticket. The offer of dressing and sleeping at Dover she determined on Marianne's account to decline, and her plan is to be conveyed by Lady Elizabeth Hatton.

I hope their going is by this time certain, and will be soon known to be so. I think Miss H. would not have written such a letter if she had not been all but sure of it, and a little more. I am anxious on the subject, from the fear of being in the way if they do not come to give Harriot a conveyance. I proposed and pressed being sent home on Thursday, to prevent the possibility of being in the wrong place, but Harriot would not hear of it.

There is no chance of tickets for the Mr. Bridgeses, as no gentlemen but of the garrison are invited.

With a civil note to be fabricated to Lady F., and an answer written to Miss H., you will easily believe that we could not begin dinner till six. We were agreeably surprised by Edward Bridges' company to it. He had been, strange to tell, too late for the cricket match, too late at least to play himself, and, not being asked to dine with the players, came home. It is impossible to do justice to the hospitality of his attentions towards me; he made a point of ordering toasted cheese for supper entirely on my account.

We had a very agreeable evening, and here I am before breakfast writing to you, having got up between six and seven; Lady Brydges' room must be good for early rising.

Mr. Sankey was here last night, and found his patient better, but I have heard from a maid-servant that she has had but an indifferent night.

Tell Elizabeth that I did not give her letter to Harriot till we were in the carriage, when she received it with great delight, and could read it in comfort.

As you have been here so lately, I need not particularly describe the house or style of living, in which all seems for use and comfort; nor need I be diffuse on the state of Lady Brydges' bookcase and corner-shelves upstairs. What a treat to my mother to arrange them!

Harriot is constrained to give up all hope of seeing Edward here to fetch me, as I soon recollected that Mr. and Mrs. Charles Knatchbull's being at Godmersham on Thursday must put it out of the question.

Had I waited till after breakfast, the chief of all this might have been spared. The Duke of Gloucester's death sets my heart at ease, though it will cause some dozens to ache. Harriot's is not among the number of the last; she is very well pleased to be spared the trouble of preparation. She joins me in best love to you all, and will write to Elizabeth soon. I shall be very glad to hear from you, that we may know how you all are, especially the two Edwards.

I have asked Sophie if she has anything to say to Lizzy in acknowledgment of the little bird, and her message is that, with her love, she is very glad Lizzy sent it. She volunteers, moreover, her love to little Marianne, with the promise of bringing her a doll the next time she goes to Godmersham.

John is just come from Ramsgate, and brings a good account of the people there. He and his brother, you know, dine at Nackington; we are to dine at four, that we may walk afterwards. As it is now two, and Harriot has letters to write, we shall probably not get out before.

Yours affectionately,

J.A.

[letstalkaboutshtufff]

How Levi reacts when you're bleeding

Warnings: Mentions of Injury, blood

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"Heichou!" You swung down onto the ground with a quick salute.

Levi turned to you with a nod. "Did everyone make it out ok?"

You nodded happily, "Yup! The titans gave us some trouble but everyone managed to get away mostly unscathed, Spot got tossed around a bit but he'll be alright"

"Good, at least one thing went right today" he sighed looking over the damaged area.

"Shall I help with those now heichou?" You pointed to where cadets were loading carts back up for travel.

"Yeah, then after that you can head ba-" you hummed in question as he abruptly stopped.

"Heichou?" Your head tilted as Levi was suddenly right in front of you. You were utterly confused and just watched him grab the edge of your jacket and start to pull it aside.

"Heichou what are yo-" you attempted to step back.

"Y/n stop. Don't move" you froze at his suddenly serious command.

You saw his brows furrow and curious you followed his gaze, right to the blooming scarlet on the side of your abdomen.

"Wha?!" The panic set in quickly. When the heck did that happen?!

Without hesitation you pulled up your shirt just above the wound and sucked in a breath at the bleeding mess and damaged skin.

You felt your feet waver and was glad that Levi was there to steady you.

"The adrenaline kept you from feeling any pain, here sit, I'll go grab a medic" he took your hand and guided it to put pressure on the wound. Once he helped you sit down he quickly went to find someone.

After 10 minutes he returned with a medic who quickly assessed you before leading you to a tent where they could stitch you up.

Unfortunately the adrenaline began to wear off and you felt the sharp sting of a needle several times.

"You need to take it easy these next few days cadet, we don't want the wound to reopen" you nodded and thanked the medic, then left to find your team again. There was still much to be done and you weren't about to let a little old wound stop you. You didn't panic before at all...

Besides as long as you didn't strain too much it should be fine. The meds were already kicking in.

You saw a few cadets delivering supplies and decided to assist them. "Where do these go?" You smiled pointing to a couple of small crates.

"You can take those to the wagons, their going back to the training grounds, thanks" you nodded and started to bend down. A small crate didn't count as work you concluded.

"Cadet Y/n" ah crap.

You spun around and was faced with an unimpressed Captain. "Yes?"

"What do you think you're doing brat?"

You bit your lip, "Helping with deliveries..." you said but it sounded more like a question.

"You just got stitched up, are you really eager to bleed all over again?" He mocked.

"Well no...but I can still help!" He made a displeased face before shoving a thumb in the direction behind him.

"Go rest, that's an order y/n" his tone left no room for argument.

You nodded sighing quietly. You hated that while everyone was working you'd be relaxing, It felt selfish.

You heard him sigh, "Listen, you're no help to anyone when you're overworked and in pain. The best thing you can do is recover. The last thing I need is to worry about you bleeding out got it?" His face was slightly softer.

He watched you nod with a small smile before running off. "Oi slow down!" He sighed for what felt like the millionth time today. He hated that you had gotten hurt. He would never admit it, but he worried about his cadets constantly. And your reckless attitude only made him fret more.

He hoped there would be a day where he didn't have to send you to fight titans. If that day ever came, he'd never let you out of his sight..

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Just a short little idea I had:)