#AKANE ( VERSE: scarlet vendetta )

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”Always hated that particular color,“ Teach mused as his bejeweled fingers grabbed a fistful of Akane‘s hair, strands of scarlet poking out between his knuckles. It matched with the blood running down over her forehead as she limply hung in his grasp. ”This victory isn't bringin' me no joy. Why don’tcha just give up and join me, sister? Ain’t no glory in dyin' here like a stray dog.“ 

Her ears rung as she tried to gather herself off the floor. She didn’t know why she kept trying to get onto her feet. The truth was, she already knew that this was a dying battle. She had already come to that conclusion several minutes earlier, and even before then she was aware on a logical level that she couldn’t take on someone like Teach.

What had set her off was his jovialness. After everything he had done, after how much he had destroyed her and all his former comrades lives, he still had the gall to speak to her like there was no reason for her to be angry with him. He acted as if he had done nothing wrong. 

A hand larger than her head grabbed onto her long scarlet locks, lifting her head in the process. She grunted, the pain only a numb feeling after what she had been put through. The colour... She never did actually learn what had happened between Teach and Shanks. She knew something had occurred, but for how much Shanks was a talker, he was surprisingly tight-lipped about things that mattered.

Well... It wasn’t important now. It was strange. For all the times in her life she had danced with death, she wasn’t sure just what she would feel when the time finally came. It was strange, but... she almost felt at peace. Revenge was the only thing that had kept her going for the past two years. The hatred for the man in front of her had consumed her life and she had been left with nary else. To be so close to finally being liberated from that burden, for her rage and bitterness to cease, was something she almost yearned for. 

Accepting that she would never be strong enough to enact her revenge was a type of freedom, too.

The feeling of powerlessness agonized her all her life. It felt like no matter how much stronger she became, something more powerful came along to rip away those that she held dear. It was something she fought against her whole life, kicked and screamed and spat in the face of. It was a never-ending and losing battle.

But now as she hung by her hair with no fight left in her, she accepted her powerlessness. She’d never be able to overcome the hurdle that was ‘Blackbeard’ and that was... okay. She didn’t need to be strong enough. Was that the answer she had been searching for her whole life?

The offer from a traitor she once called brother hung in the air, and she pried her eyes open to look up at him. Blood had soaked into her eyelashes, impairing her vision. She wondered if Teach genuinely believed she’d even consider joining him. He was obviously no stranger to traitorous behaviour, but did he really think she’d betray Ace, Pops, all the others, and her father to link up with him? It wasn’t even an option in her mind. Glory? None of this was about glory. Something like glory had never played a part in her life. It wasn’t something she desired, and she wasn’t going to trade any part of her soul for it now.

She unlocked her jaw, gritting out a reply, “Is that... what you said to Ace too...?” She huffed, her mouth pulling back into a sneer with the confidence of someone who already accepted the outcome waiting for them, “...Better a stray dog... than a bitch at your beck and call. Go on then... Teach.” He was not ‘Blackbeard’. She had never called him that, even as the world adapted the epithet. Try as he might to emulate the greatness of Whitebeard, she’d never provide him that acknowledgement. He was just Teach, and he always would be.

#he's so evil for this good for him #will proofread... later :o) #FOR ALL ( answered. ) #AKANE ( general tag. ) #AKANE ( rp. ) #AKANE ( VERSE: scarlet vendetta ) #indomiitas #INDOMIITAS ( teach. )

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6.  BABYSIT :  for one muse to help the other home while they’re drunk. { from Buggy for Akane but who is babysitting wHOM -indomiitas }

@akagamiko​ sent:

6.  BABYSIT :  for one muse to help the other home while they’re drunk. [ for akane :)

various scenarios -> [meme]    

She should have known that not participating in the crew’s drinking activities would automatically default her to these kinds of responsibilities instead. Even so there was an added level of embarrassment with how she was tasked with looking out for her own father and his drunken friend. She had given Beckman an incredulous stare when he had given her the duty back at the bar, and she could only huff at the amused twinkle in his eye before she had trudged herself over to her father to cut off his drinking before he actually poisoned himself.

The cool night air on their way back to the ship was a refreshing change compared to how stuffy- and quite frankly, stinky, the bar had gotten. It allowed her to breathe again, Akane actually able to hear her own thoughts, and it would be peaceful if it weren’t for the fact that she was lugging two deadweights all the way back to harbour. Buggy was hanging off her shoulder and was somewhat able to still walk with the support, while Shanks was being dragged behind them, Akane gripping him by the back of his collar as he muttered nonsense. He had begun singing a shanty at one point, Buggy mumbling a laugh before joining along with slurred speech. 

Behold, two emperors.

The Red Force came into view and it was such a relieving sight. As Akane walked up the boarding plank, Shanks began to babble out protests about wanting to go back to the bar. He hiccupped- or burped, then let out a grunt when his head collided against the ship’s rails with a thunk. Akane had, perhaps, done it on purpose.

She kicked open the door to the captain’s quarters. With the way it whipped back to slam against the wall it was clear to see her patience had waned to a breaking point. She swung Shanks forward, releasing her grip on him so he would roll further into the room before she shrugged Buggy’s arm off of her, letting him fall to his knees and then onto his face. The two men didn’t move from where they had been left on the floor. 

Her hands rested on her hips, glare heavy as she stared at the two drunken heaps on the floor. “Drinking like teenagers,” she muttered to herself as she turned, grabbing the doorknob in one of her hands so she could slam the door shut again.

Now that she had returned to the ship, Akane didn’t have much interest in making the trip back to the rowdy bar. She didn’t mind parties, but her limit was perhaps a bit lower than most of the other mariners she had sailed with throughout the years. Now in the peace and quiet of her solitude she was able to register just how heavy her limbs felt, her exhaustion hitting her all at once.

Her steps across the deck slowed to a stop, Akane’s head turning upward toward the night sky. The expanse was clear of any clouds, thousands of stars dotting across the darkness. The sea sloshed against the sides of the boat and the rhythmic sound of it had her eyes closing. A wave and a greeting from the crow’s nest caught her eye just then, and she gave a wave back before continuing her walk to her own quarters. 

She went through her night routine and was ready to crawl under her covers, but there was an itch in the back of her mind that wouldn’t leave her. Finally giving in to it, she groaned as she trudged out of bed. She was just ensuring she didn’t fail in her responsibilities, she told herself as her flip-flops smacked from the galley back to the captain’s quarters where she had deposited the two drunken heaps on the ground.

The door creaked open this time, a contrast to the earlier swinging and slamming. She placed the pitcher of water on the night table before turning her attentions back to the men on the floor who seemingly hadn’t budged an inch. Neither seemed to be conscious anymore. She picked Buggy up from under the armpits, dragging him over and laying him onto the much more comfortable surface of the bed before doing the same for her father.

She slipped out of the room, going over to a nearby closet where she removed a mop from a bucket, taking the bucket back with her. She placed it by the side of the bed, her eyes flitting from it, to the water, and then two the two men who had at last looked a bit more peaceful in their sleep. She rolled her eyes and then left them, closing the door quietly behind her.

She would give them- but especially her damn father, a piece of her mind over this pathetic display tomorrow. If he died from choking on his own vomit before carrying out his promised plans to deal with Blackbeard, then she would revive him just to strangle him herself.

#i could not stop thinking about having these two put together i had to do it im sorry #akane taking care of her alcoholic papa and his slightly less alcoholic boyfriend #indomiitas #akagamiko #INDOMIITAS ( buggy. ) #AKANE ( general tag. ) #AKANE ( rp. ) #AKANE ( VERSE: scarlet vendetta ) #FOR ALL ( answered. )

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@akagamiko​​ sent:

"Akane." He had never used such a stern voice with her before. So much of their relationship had been filled with his desperate attempts to be gentle with her, to make himself smaller so that their relationship could grow. Shanks had been too terrified that she would hate him to do anything else. He had been too terrified that Eliza would hate him. Now, though, she was back on his ship, looking worse for wear, but safe. Alive. If he hadn't kept such a close eye on her after she'd left, his worst fear could have come true. Shanks had never truly been a father before, but he'd been a captain, and he knew how to put his foot down to ensure he was heard. "You'll remain on the ship for the time being." The words came out even as he approached her–he sounded calmer than he felt; blood stained his white shirt and was splattered across his abdomen, and across his face. His hand, resting at the hilt of his sword, was soaked red up to his wrist. Blood Eagles had always been messy things. "You won't be allowed to leave again until you're able to control your haki.” He couldn’t let her. He wouldn’t let her put herself in situations she couldn't handle. “You'll be training with me, starting tomorrow afternoon."  He was sure he'd be too hungover to do much in the morning given how the day had gone, knowing well he’d need a drink to make it through this evening. "Is that understood?"

It had been about an hour since she had been guided back to the ship. She wasn’t quite sure what she felt. All she knew was that it was a feeling she hadn’t experienced in years. As she sat on her bed wrapped up in a blanket to warm her bones, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was in trouble. Not like when she failed one of her responsibilities as a Marine, or slipped up as a pirate. No, a very old feeling was resurfacing within her from a time long ago. 

It was the same fear she would get back when getting in trouble as a child. It felt like any moment her mother would walk through the door and begin shaking her finger as she lectured. It was not a good feeling, but there was also something so nostalgic and comforting about it as well. She had a parent that she could get in trouble with, she realized. Well... was she even in trouble? It certainly felt like it. She deserved to be, anyway.

Her door opened and she sat up, lifting her weight off the wall as Shanks entered. She could not escape the nervousness that rattled her bones-- it was either that or a mild case of hypothermia. 

Blood, the same shade as their matching scarlet locks stained his shirt and dyed his hand. Whatever he had done, it had been gruesome. She had been expecting as much, but it was still jarring to see Shanks with such an image. His expression was stern and the tone in which he spoke her name honestly scared her a little.

His order for her to stay put on board very much felt like she just got grounded. This was exactly like getting in trouble with her mother. She couldn’t even find it in her to argue. What was there to argue about? She was wrong and she deserved this. It was best for her to just stay put and stay out of everyone’s way. She was weak, and stupid, and hopeless. A burden was what she was. Even her own will had given up on her and hadn’t come back.

Her head that had been lowered shot up, large eyes staring up at him with what could only be described as disbelief. Training...? He wanted to train her? The blanket slipped off her head as she continued staring at him, trying to process what he had just said. When it finally sunk in, her chin began to tremble and her eyes stung with a fresh wave of tears.

She sprung forward, blanket flying away from her as she wrapped her arms around him. She had moved without thinking, but she didn’t care. She may come to regret it or be embarrassed about it later, but for now all she could do was just hug her father tighter. “...Understood.” She said, voice quiet but sure. 

It was just like how it was back then,

And just like with her mother,

She felt loved.

#mind if i cry???????????? #first hug??? OTL #this is such good food thank you #'too terrified that eliza would hate him' speaking in present tense that woman HAUNTS him for real ;0; #ALSO YEAAAAAAAAH SHANKS BLOOD EAGLE YEAAAH #akagamiko #FOR ALL ( answered. ) #AKANE ( general tag. ) #AKANE ( rp. ) #AKANE ( drabbles. ) #AKANE ( VERSE: scarlet vendetta )

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@sunfirekid​ sent:

💋 // for  Akane maybe?

kisses -> [meme]    

She had been fleeing from a crowd of civilians, the mob having formed after she was recognized from recent news articles. It seemed as if she were becoming some sort of bad omen in the eyes of the public, and if Akane had given herself time to dwell on it she was sure it’d sting. It’s not like she disagreed with them. It felt as if misfortune always trailed a few steps behind her. Even she saw it.

She didn’t really want to hurt innocent people, nor would she force her way into staying on the island if they really wanted her gone that bad. This decision resulted in her trying to leave the city as soon as possible. If the Marines were alerted things would only escalate into what everyone here was fearing most and the irony of it was frustrating to her. Regardless, she had already accepted that this kind of thing would be a part of her life from now on. The mark of Whitebeard didn’t mean what it used to.

After leaping across roofs she dove down into an alleyway, entering a more secluded network of roads. She’d probably be fine from here on out, she thought as she flew past dingy market stands in a gust of wind. Her feet were carrying her back towards the port where she intended to catch a ride on a ship that’d take her. Maybe another merchant ship...? Didn’t matter as long as-

That was when she made impact with something solid. With how fast she had been running, one moment of her mind drifting off allowed for a collision to occur. The hood of her cloak had flown off in the process as the two bodies crashed to the cobblestone ground.

The sudden hit and fall knocked the wind out of her and she was sure that whoever she had ran into was in worse shape than her. Her mind was reeling a bit, but as soon as she caught her bearings she realized that she was literally on top of them. Her lips were mashed against someone else’s.

She sat up, staring down at them as her mind ran blank. Then all at once she scrambled off of them, flustered as embarrassment took over, “Sorry, I- Sorry” She continued to repeat apologies as she got to her feet, unable to look at the man before she continued her run to the port.

This was the last thing she needed right now. Embarrassment continued to flood her system as she wiped at her lips with her forearm. She looked down at it to find blood, from either her gums or lips. Maybe her tongue? Everything had happened so fast that she wasn’t even sure if she had bitten her tongue and her entire mouth just hurt from the impact it had taken. Whatever it was, the physical injury didn’t matter that much to her. Her mind just kept replaying what she had done. God did she really just kiss someone? In the stupidest way possible?

#thanks for sending c: #a bit cliche i know #she's really reserved so it's hard to get her to be affectionate HAH #i finagled it :p #sunfirekid #FOR ALL ( answered. ) #AKANE ( general tag. ) #AKANE ( rp. ) #AKANE ( VERSE: scarlet vendetta )

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Skeletons in the Closet

@akagamiko // from here.

When the door shut, she found herself still watching it. It was only when the shadow of his feet stepped out of view that her shoulders deflated, awkwardness and stress leaving her in a gust of exhalation from her lungs. Her palm came up to rub at her forehead, massaging out the furrow that had formed on her brow. She had had a long time to prepare for how uncomfortable this reunion would be- thought she knew what to expect, but it still didn't make her want to crawl out of her skin and hideaway any less.

She looked around her new room once more, that feeling of relief and hope returning to her and stamping out the superficial negatives. She had survived far worse than embarrassment and awkwardness and they paled in comparison to what this opportunity, this new chance at life, could offer her. She walked over, sitting on the edge of the bed and glancing over to where light poured in from the port window.

Her room.

She smiled.

She had picked out some clothes from the wardrobe, the size indeed being a bit off but suitable nonetheless. Washing off the grime from her travels, brushing her teeth and her hair, it all felt as if she were shedding an old skin. A layer of dirt and knots she wished to free herself from and never experience again. Her hair was still damp when her fingers began to weave it into braids, a motion that was etched into her bones. Comfortable, familiar, calming.

With her hair pulled away from her neck, the light of the bathroom glint off the golden pendent that rest by her collarbone. Her fingers came up, thumb running across the grooves on the back in the same way she had always done since she was a small girl. Doing so had always conjured up comforting thoughts of her mother, but ever since Shanks had revealed that it had been his gift, it had become near impossible to separate him from it. She had found that within the past year, whenever she had needed some hope to cling onto, she would reach for her necklace the same way she always had yet it felt different. Lately... lately instead of her mind returning to the past where she could be with her mother, it would take her to the future her father had offered her. Many times during her journey alone, the hope that she could still have a future was all that kept her anchored to this world. Her only lifeline left.

She reached back to unhook the necklace, letting the chain collect in her palm. She rarely took it off, her neck feeling strange without it. Her eyes stared down at the unique engraving, the one Shanks had carved. Was this what her mother had hoped for? Insurance that no matter what happened, Akane would have a chance at being found when the proper time for it came?

Akane walked down familiar hallways, making her way over to the galley. Despite the assurances that she was welcome and wanted here, anxiety still coiled in her chest. Talking was hard. Talking about emotions was even harder. She knew all of this wouldn't be resolved in a day, that it would take time, but she couldn't go on acting as if everything was alright. As if realizing what her mother had kept from her hadn't ripped a new hole in her chest, even if her mother had deemed ultimate secrecy the greatest form of protection. She wanted to scream and cry and yell over what felt like a deep betrayal, the feelings she had buried clawing back up her throat at a rapid pace, threatening to spill over before she could even get a word out. Shanks was the only one who knew enough to understand.

The swinging doors of the galley parted to let her through, her focus immediately being drawn to the island Shanks sat at waiting for her. She offered a smile as she pulled out one of the high stools, commenting as she sat down, "Rum? Where from?"

Her necklace sat heavy in the breastpocket of her button-down shirt, its presence weighing on her as if it were a ball and chain.

#//''ill uhh leave you alone sorry' DFKM #LMAOO #akagamiko #AKANE ( general tag. ) #AKANE ( rp. ) #AKANE ( VERSE: scarlet vendetta )

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@wishmcker​ sent:

SNUGGLES AKANE | nami! 🧡

The group had set up camp and it had been some hours since night had fallen. There had been plenty of food, drink, and music to go around, but things had naturally begun to settle down as more and more people began to call it a night or pass out from their drunkenness. 

Akane had been sitting near the bonfire for the majority of the festivities. She liked gazing at the flames as they danced in an almost mesmerizing way, how the heat radiating off of them was closer on the side of too much. She felt toasty and lax. Her first and only drink of the night was still held in her hands, the cup more of something to fiddle with than anything.

It was in the small hours of the morning that a body plopped down on the blanket beside her. Akane was pulling her gaze away from the fire to see who it was when her body froze, stiffening from the sudden weight of physical affection she was receiving. Arms were wrapped around her, and a head of orange hair came into view when Nami snuggled into Akane’s toasty shoulder. Akane didn’t realize just how warm she must have been until she felt the cold fingers and face pressed against her.

Physical affection was hard for her. She had gotten a bit more open when she found the Whitebeard Pirates, but everything that had occurred caused her to close herself off again. Even now with the Red Hair crew, though she tried to get herself to be that way again, it would never be quite the same. She wished it could be, but she knew she held herself back. There was a deep and controlling fear within her, warning her that becoming close to anyone again would be pointless and painful.

She was tired of losing loved ones or being left behind by them. 

She willed her body to relax once more, trying to smile at the tipsy mumblings leaving Nami’s mouth. Akane had never been close with many girls in her life. There were a couple that had been extremely dear to her on the Moby Dick, but that felt like a lifetime ago. Having come to know Nami and kindling a friendship with her felt like learning how to do it all over again.

She wriggled her arm out from under Nami, wrapping it around her shoulder. It seemed that Nami was already beginning to settle down, dozing off even, and Akane gave her one last glance before turning her face back to the fire. Her smile felt more natural now, and she allowed herself to rest her head on top of Nami’s, their scarlet and orange manes spilling down their backs mimicking the fire’s brilliance.

#WAAAH #i know this was might ot be silly but im sorry #got my heart all soft #wishmcker #WISHMCKER ( nami. ) #AKANE ( general tag. ) #AKANE ( rp. ) #FOR ALL ( answered. ) #AKANE ( VERSE: scarlet vendetta )

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@akagamiko​​ sent: "walk away. you don't need to see this." / let daddy be unhinged too sweetie 🙂

about to kill -> [meme]

Logically and intellectually, she was more than aware that the Red Hair pirates must have been a formidable force to be reckoned with. A group didn’t simply rise up to the status of a pirate emperor crew without getting their hands dirty, and yet, seeing what was playing out in front of her now was no less jarring.

Why was that, she wondered. She had been amongst the company of an emperor’s crew before, and the Whitebeards were no less warm and welcoming than the Red Hairs have been. She had even come to know the former as family. No, the difference lied with the captains. To her, and to anyone with half a brain, Whitebeard’s presence alone commanded fear and respect. She had come to see that man as a father, yet it was never a question to her what he was capable of. He always carried himself with a higher level of authority, even among his family. No one questioned, or forgot.

She had seen the skies part with her own eyes, that day Shanks had come to speak to Whitebeard. He was the same as him. Logically she knew, emotionally she did not. 

He was just a man she knew her mother had loved, and one she was finally starting to accept as her father. In her heart it had already been true, even before she had left on her own. Now even more so, that he had shown up once more despite the continued trouble she gave him.

What an unfortunate situation the band of pirates that had jumped her now found themselves in. How could one expect that head-hunting the remnants of a dying pirate crew would result in a completely unrelated emperor showing up to ruin your fun. Indeed, her time spent with the Red Hairs was still fresh, so any rumours would not have had time to spread beyond a few islands.

The chaos had settled, bodies laid about the mountain valley as blood began to seep into the white snow. The only remaining enemy was the captain of the opposing crew, who was at the mercy of Shanks’ blade that was poised at his throat. With the chains that had been wrapped around her legs and torso broken, Akane was able to approach the scene until his voice halted her steps.

                                          "Walk away. You don't need to see this."

It seemed that Shanks had no room for mercy and Akane wouldn’t ask it of him either. In fact, his ruthlessness in that moment reassured her he could be entrusted to give Blackbeard what he deserved one day, even if they disagreed on timing.

She stood there for a few moments, staring up at her father’s back. It was strange how his stature seemed to change with how he carried himself, from welcoming and friendly to the larger than life pirate he was.

Finally, she turned, choosing to listen to him. Not because she felt squeamish at the thought of witnessing a drawn out death but because, for once, she wanted to let Shanks know that she would begin to just trust and listen to his word. She could give no reason to oppose his guidance anymore, not when she had been wrong thrice, and he right.

As she began to leave the clearing with the rest of the crew, a cape wrapped around her frigid body, she paused, looking over her shoulder at the scene once more. 

She had been very, very wrong about something, but in that moment it all became clear. Who, and what Shanks was. Logically she had always known, emotionally she did not.

#we love an unhinged pirate emperor father #akagamiko #AKANE ( general tag. ) #AKANE ( rp. ) #AKANE ( VERSE: scarlet vendetta ) #FOR ALL ( answered. ) #thinking ab that scenario we talked about of akane leaving after the dispute about blackbeard #this ended up becoming a oneshot/short story thing fjlsakjf

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Erza Knightwalker - by Sciamano240

#there's quite a bit of tittage going on so be mindful if you click the link lmaoamosf #ive just been... staring at this #sometimes i forget about erza knightwalker and also that she got a nose scar for like.. 2 chapters or something #so good #chef's kiss #AKANE ( general tag. ) #AKANE ( herself. ) #AKANE ( VERSE: scarlet vendetta ) #AKANE ( aesthetics. ) #FOR ALL ( ooc. )

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@indomiitas​ sent:

❝ You’re sounding more like your father by the minute. ❞ { from Beckman for Akane c': }

god of war quotes -> [meme]

The comment struck Akane, her body freezing as her mind reeled in surprise. Though it had been months since she first boarded the Red Force, she was only just now beginning to see Shanks and ‘father’ as one and the same thing. She had grown up without one. Never thought she’d ever even know him. Now, sometimes when someone would bring her father up, her mind would blank for a moment until the cogs started turning and realized they were talking about Shanks, reminding herself that things were different now.

Aside from how foreign it felt to actually have her father in her life now, she also couldn’t shake the feeling of happiness bubbling up within her when those around her acknowledged that she was her father’s daughter. She belonged. She had a home and a family again. A father.

She felt happy, again.

“That’s- I was just-” She fumbled, unable to find the proper words to formulate a response. She turned around to look at Beckman, face indignant as she blurted out, “Shut it.” Her palm then slammed against the door, the hinges giving way to her so she could scurry out and escape the embarrassing situation.

#WAAAH #indomiitas #INDOMIITAS ( beckman. ) #AKANE ( general tag. ) #AKANE ( rp. ) #AKANE ( VERSE: scarlet vendetta ) #FOR ALL ( answered. )

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@indomiitas​​ sent:

58.  DEFEND :  for one muse to save the other from one or multiple assailants. { from Beck for Akane!!! -indomiitas }

various scenarios -> [meme]

Her forehead had grown damp from exertion and her stress was heightened when a dark apparition began to form where Uta once stood, a haunting melody filling the air. Despite the circumstances there was an air of calmness over Akane, her many years of training and experience kicking in to keep her head level. What helped the most was perhaps that she had no personal attachments in this matter. It was just a duty. That’s right. If it was a duty, a mission, she could focus.

It didn’t matter how much focus she had though. The situation was getting way too out of hand.

Civilians began to pile onto her and a claustrophobic feeling clawed up her throat. She threw a few of them off but as soon as she did, more replaced them. Her adrenaline was pumping and her mind kept sending her signals to fight, fight, fight. She resisted, if only because Beckman and assumedly her father had made the call not to harm anyone.

Her jaw clenched, Akane falling to a knee as more bodies threw themselves at her. The punches were annoyances, but it was when one of them began to bite down on her arm that she reacted, wincing and lashing out before she could stop herself. A metal fist collided with their skull, once then twice, and a third swing was about to come down on them when her wrist was apprehended in a tight grip.

Her rage fizzled out when her gaze met Beckman’s. His features were formed into a stern expression and all she could read from them was disapproval. Still, Beckman must have recognized her situation and empathized with it because he did not waste any time in detangling her from the mob. 

“Thanks,” she muttered, wiping away at some sweat that had found its way to her temple. The two leapt away from the mob so they could rejoin the main group. She knew there were much bigger and more serious things at hand, yet she couldn’t help but dwell on what had occurred. She kept glancing over to Beckman and finally allowed the apology to leave her throat, “Sorry- about that. I know what your orders were.”

#my heart is soft YOOU ;~; #BEEEECK #this kind of reminded me of that film red scene so imma pop it in there!! #thonking... uta sending an extra amount of people towards Akane cause fuck that Other Daughter / Replacement #indomiitas #INDOMIITAS ( beckman. ) #AKANE ( general tag. ) #AKANE ( rp. ) #AKANE ( VERSE: scarlet vendetta ) #FOR ALL ( answered. )

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@indomiitas​ sent:

Buggy was leaning over the bar, pointing one of his gloved fingers at Akane's nose. His eyes were red and puffy from all the crying. “If you die on me too,” he slurred, “I am going to kill you. So don't.” His words were more of a plea than a threat, underlined with the subsequent blowing of his nose. He leaned back in his seat, swaying as he reached back for his drink. Buggy squinted at the empty jug, realizing that it was empty.

“Anyways... what's with all that talk 'bout you and Croc?” { ♥♥♥ -indomiitas }

The meeting between the Cross Guild and the Red Hairs had been incredibly awkward and chaotic. While most of the attention had been focused onto her father and his confrontations with both Buggy and Mihawk, Akane too had let her stance be known to Crocodile after the over-half year of not seeing one another. The two of them had parted ways at that time due to Crocodile’s decision to do so, and quite frankly she felt even more slighted now then she did back then.

But things had settled down a bit since then. Everyone’s tempers had been quelled with the assistance of food and lots of alcohol. Akane had found herself sat beside Buggy, the man she had really only knew thus far from Shanks’ ramblings about him the past few weeks.

She did not feel as familiar with Buggy as he apparently did with she, as he seemed to be connecting her with the late Uta. Akane did not have a personal connection with the girl, though she knew that she continued to be a sensitive and personal subject for both Shanks and those around him. She empathized with all of them, but she could not bring herself to feel the same level of grief. She did not know Uta beyond the chaos that had occurred on Elegia, and though Akane felt bad for it, she could only spread herself so thin when it came to grieving and mourning. There were still too many deaths that weighed heavy on her heart and there wasn’t much space left within it for a girl she never knew.

Buggy seemed to have cared for Uta a lot though, if his drunken recounting of her childhood and his crying had been anything to go by. “I’ll try not to...” Honestly Akane felt very awkward, unsure of what to say in worry of coming off either too cold or on the other end too fake in her words of condolences. It didn’t help that she had never been tactful with her words. He seemed so good-intentioned though and she could appreciate that he cared for her own wellbeing too, even if it seemed that it was just due to Shanks and Uta. 

It seemed that he had cried most of his grief out now, and it was evident by the sudden shift in conversation. The mention of Crocodile caused her to tense, fingers tightening around her beer bottle when she realized the conversation was now focused on her. 

It seemed that her confrontation with Crocodile had not been as much in the background as she thought it had been and Akane cleared her throat, taking a drink from her bottle as she tried to figure out how to navigate this situation. “Uh,” she said, choosing to focus her gaze on the row of bottles on display at the bar, “Nothing. Talk? Who’s talking? Shanks?” Surely he wouldn’t blab...? Had Shanks’ drinks gotten to him? It didn’t matter how open Shanks was with his relationships, she was not the same, especially with how messy and undefined her relationship with Crocodile was. 

#i am screaming #akane like: ...u don't know me like that SIR #film red spoilers #spoilers #indomiitas #AKANE ( general tag. ) #AKANE ( rp. ) #AKANE ( VERSE: scarlet vendetta ) #FOR ALL ( answered. ) #INDOMIITAS ( buggy. )

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@akagamiko​ sent:

Fucking backstabbers–” he had set aside the glass some time ago, opting to drink straight from the bottle instead. “Inconsiderate pricks.” He grumbled, taking a swig from the mostly empty bottle in hand before setting it on the table between them. He’d been muttering (and sometimes even yelling) obscenities for most of the day after seeing the paper, it had been one of the few things to pull him from Uta’s side since she joined them a few weeks ago, and had unexpectedly put him at Akane’s. Perhaps Uta’s condition had made it sting more than it should have. He and Akane had been sitting in the emptied out galley, and it had been quick to clear out when the two stormed in, drinking and complaining–much of the former had even led to some tears on his own part. Wait. He put his head on the table only to lift it soon after, the wood was cool on his hot face, but realization dawned on him. Why was she so upset about this anyway? He’d been pleased to have her company as they complained and bonded over the news of the Cross Guild. His Den Den sat nearby, he’d given up after neither of them answered his many, many calls. The bastards didn’t even have the gall to let him know before the papers had come out. Wait, he was thinking about something else. “Ha–hang on–” his words slurred slightly and he leaned closer to her, brows furrowing further. He’d been wearing the same hurt expression for hours now. She’d said something about Crocodile a while ago, hadn’t she? “You–you said Crocodile…earlier. Right? –you did.” He reached out to touch her hand, brow raising, and hiccupped. How many bottles had they downed together? This counted as bonding, didn’t it? He said yes, but felt like Eliza would say no, getting shitfaced with your child was not bonding. “Shit–sorry.” Croc’d had a history with Whitebeard, maybe they met while she was with them? But why was she so upset? Shanks certainly didn’t give a shit about him. “You know ‘im?”

Ever since Akane had read that day’s headline she had been in quite the sour and volatile mood. Seeing Crocodile’s face in the paper after months of having not seen or hearing a thing from him stirred up a lot of mixed feelings within her, from bitterness to longing, to rage.

The relationship between her and Crocodile-- whatever it was, was a messy and confusing one. He had built her up and given her hope, made her feel strong and wanted, only to flip it all on her out of the blue. Though she understood now that he was only trying to push her away for what he felt was best for both their sakes, the words he had spoken to her and how cold he had been still hurt. Before she left she had told him that she wasn’t going to give up on him, that she wanted him to be a part of her future, but it seemed like they were only growing further apart now. Maybe he really didn’t want her anymore.

Months of unaddressed emotions had poured out all at once and unexpectedly, it had been with her father. The two of them were on good terms by now but even so, she had never been so comfortable and open about venting her inner thoughts with him. That was a rare thing for her in general. Crocodile pushing her away before forming the Cross Guild brought it out of her it seemed. Why didn’t he want her with him? Did he see her as incompetent after all? That she was a burden or too weak to aid him in his ambitions? It added an extra stinging layer to the once buried feelings that were now clawing up to the forefront.

Shanks had been going on about Mihawk and Buggy. She was a few too many bottles in to really follow what he kept swearing about. It took her awhile to realize, but between the ranting and crying, the mentions of how Mihawk had ditched their birthday this year, and the incessant attempts to call his two companions, it started to click in her head that uh... maybe they were not just companions. She was usually a little slow on this stuff, even slower than she was now. The only reason she was able to make the connection was because he was speaking about them the exact same way she was speaking about Crocodile.

And it seemed that Shanks had just caught on to that too.

She froze upon his question, her head feeling just the slightest bit sober as the situation started to hit her. She had just spent the past couple hours or so grumbling about her not-boyfriend to her father. Embarrassment started to creep into her features, her frown setting in further on her lips the longer the silence between them grew.

“Guess not.” She hissed, and then her grip on her beer bottle tightened so hard that it shattered. For all the time she had spent with Crocodile she supposed she hadn’t actually known him much at all. She knew a few things. Crumbs from his past that she had sneaked from one of his old logs. He never opened up to her though. Not once. Not really. 

She stared down at her hand that was covered in beer, blinking at the spill and glass shards on the table. Her fingers curled into a fist as she retracted her hand, pulling it back down to her lap as her face flushed. Her head dropped down in avoidance, her focus on her hands as she fiddled with one of the metal joints. “S’nothing...” she muttered, “No big deal.”

#them drunk bonding over their emotionally absent boyfriends im sobbing #akagamiko #FOR ALL ( answered. ) #AKANE ( general tag. ) #AKANE ( rp. ) #AKANE ( VERSE: scarlet vendetta ) #VIDECOEUR ( crocodile. ) #SHIP ( crockane. )

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@sxrosee​ sent: 

// REFUGE :  for one muse to shelter the other from enemies. for akane cause I really want to write with your baby

various scenarios -> [meme]

The island was a lawless one. The number of them had only risen since the Paramount War, the destabilization of the world’s power structure bringing forth chaos in ripple effects across the world. In every corner of Akane’s journey, she was reminded just how much was lost from Whitebeard’s death and seemingly nothing gained from it- save for the bad actors that took advantage of the opportunity.

While Akane did not necessarily fear for herself, she took some precaution to keep out of unwanted trouble. Her travelling cloak’s hood was pulled up over her head to conceal her hair, the striking colour having always been her most identifiable feature.

Things all seemed par for the course until a fight began to erupt in the market. Akane had been placing a pack of dried meats into her travelling sack when she glanced over to where the disturbance was coming from. Arguments and violence in these kinds of environments was far from unusual, and yet there was something on this occasion that gave Akane pause.

A head of maroon hair came into view and it was all at once that Akane realized that it was Sahar who was being accosted by several others, the woman being unwilling to relinquish her claim on some coveted medical supplies it seemed. While Sahar was capable of looking out for herself, the situation did not look favourable, especially with her hands full. 

And even if she could handle it on her own, that would not stop Akane from reacting.

Her legs launched her forward on impulse, her body ablaze with fury before she could even register what she was feeling. All her mind’s eye saw was the loss of yet another member of her family and it blinded her to everything else.

There was a wind that caused many within the market’s vicinity to collapse to the ground as Akane crossed the street’s length. Her focus was too tunneled in to register it, nor how her hood flew off her head in her sprint.

When she reached the center of conflict, about half of the pirates were in the process of falling unconscious. Akane grabbed hold of one of their swords, unsheathing it from his belt before he fell to the ground. The half that were still standing and staggered in confusion did not have the opportunity to react when in a wide-sweeping swing slashed open their abdomens, their entrails falling out. 

It was mayhem now. Akane grabbed onto Sahar’s wrist and made haste, guiding her former crewmate into the back-alleys that Akane had become familiar with over the past few days.

It was only when the two were ensured to be safe and alone that Akane felt her senses coming back to her, becoming more aware of herself as her adrenaline began to settle. She took a minute to relax her breathing, taking note of everything including the bloodied sword she still held in a white-knuckled vice grip. Her lips settled into a hard frown. She had only made things worse. They needed to leave. She looked over to Sahar and it was just then that she took in the fact that they hadn’t seen each other in months. Not since the crew broke apart after the Payback War.

Akane took another few breaths to calm the fire in her lungs before she said, “You... alright?” 

#thank you for sending!! <33 #( i suppose this is some mid-timeskip shenanigans ) #sxrosee #//im wondering when these two would cross paths canonically TvT #//just using the Whitebeard verse for now but we could totally talk ab it #//maybe even when akane was in the marines?? hmm #AKANE ( general tag. ) #AKANE ( rp. ) #AKANE ( VERSE: scarlet vendetta ) #FOR ALL ( answered. )

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@ryathenaughtykitsune​ sent:

"So does this mean we are sisters?" The smuggler looks confused. (akane)

It felt strange, being faced with having to open herself up to new people again. “I guess...” she replied, unsure of how she felt. The word sister only brought one girl to mind. One that had been bright, warm, sweet, and kind. One that had been taken from her. She wasn’t sure if she could call anyone sister again. Akane gave a small shrug, “We can just call each other comrades. If that’s easier.” It’d be easier for her, certainly.

#ahh whoops this got a lil sad afkjsalkfja #thanks for sending!! #ryathenaughtykitsune #AKANE ( general tag. ) #AKANE ( rp. ) #AKANE ( VERSE: scarlet vendetta ) #FOR ALL ( answered. )

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@mediicusvitae​ sent: "You don't have to do this..." { For Akane because I'm a SUCKER for her being feral }

about to kill -> [meme]

The winner of the fight had already been decided. Akane knew that she didn’t have to continue. She knew that if she chose to stop now, they could still take the traitor in and interrogate him to understand his motives. She knew all of that, but any remaining restraint on her rage and proclivity to violence had finally snapped. She had had it with traitors and deceivers. The countryman who thought he could befriend the group of pirates in order to lead them astray was just the last straw in a large pile of betrayals she had been forced to endure.

She had no more sympathy for traitors.

The steel pipe held in her fist crumpled under the strength of her grip, her body trembling, amped on adrenaline as she became consumed by the moment. She raised the pipe once more, ready to deliver a swing that would blow open the skull of the already unconscious countryman.

While the pipe was held up, Akane felt someone grip the other end of it from behind. The interruption was jarring, and so she looked over her shoulder, finding Lamy standing there. You don’t have to do this, the woman said, trying to talk her down. It was equivalent to approaching a wild animal just as it was prepared to secure its kill.

She yanked the pipe out of Lamy’s grip, spinning around to face her. Her focus had been redirected to Lamy, and her bloodlust along with it. She was a loose cannon in this state. Any regrets would come only after she came down from the high.

#thank you for feeding the feral akane agenda #mediicusvitae #FOR ALL ( queue. ) #FOR ALL ( answered. ) #AKANE ( general tag. ) #AKANE ( rp. ) #AKANE ( VERSE: scarlet vendetta )

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@mediicusvitae​ sent: [ PREVENT ] for one muse to stop the other from going too far during a fight. { For Akane! }

angst prompts -> [meme]

She could only see red when the man leading a band of bounty hunters began to taunt her, bringing up her crewmates and how many of their lives he had taken. She knew he was only saying it to rile her up, to have her act out so he could catch her in a brief moment where her focus slipped. She knew all that, but even so, it didn’t stop her from bursting forward with unfettered rage running through her bloodstream, pumping blood into every muscle of her body. 

Many of the hunters had been knocked out before she had laid a hand on them, but in the heat of the moment with her bloodied fists flying she didn’t bother to process why. 

Then, when the man that had gloated about taking her comrades heads for coin was finally under her, she could do nothing but wail down on him. Both fists taking turns bashing in his skull. Bones crushing, blood splattering.

They kept swinging. She wasn’t thinking anymore. Just swinging, and swinging. The onslaught only halted when arms wrapped around one of her own, stopping the raised fist from coming down once more. 

It was enough to bring her back to the present, and grounded in that reality Akane’s body finally relaxed. Her arm fell from Lamy’s hold, back to her side as she looked down to take in what she had done.

There was hardly anything left.

Quietly, she stood, clearly shaken but not quite weak. She did not offer Lamy a glance, as she was not sure what expression she could provide. She felt the slightest bit sick, fearful, not because of what she had seen under her but because she had felt satisfaction from the sight.

#👁️👄👁️ #thank you for the food #URRRR still went 'too far' in the fight but :3c #mediicusvitae #FOR ALL ( answered. ) #AKANE ( general tag. ) #AKANE ( rp. ) #AKANE ( VERSE: scarlet vendetta )