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spenglernot · 6 months

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STORIES TELLING: NED LOWE AND THE DEATH OF POOR REPRESENTATION IN OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH

In history, Ned Lowe was one of the most sadistic and violent pirates in the early 18th century, so he’s an obvious choice for a villain for season 2, episode 6 – Calypso’s Birthday. What is interesting is what the OFMD writers chose to do with him.

Lowe announces himself to the crew of the Revenge with great fanfare (cannon ball attack) and gets right to the point.

Ed is thoroughly unimpressed.

Cut to Ed and Stede tied up while Ned attempts to set the mood so he can monologue about why he wants to kill Ed.

Ed knows what’s coming. He is going to suffer but he still can’t be arsed to meet Ned with anything but vaguely bored dismissiveness (and Stede is happy to play along).

Up on the deck, Ned prepares the crew for his big, dramatic moment of symphonic torture.

Note that the Revenge crew is tied down, braced by vices and generally unable to protect themselves from imminent torture and possible death, but their spirits are up. They don’t seem terribly fussed.

Then Stede uses his people positive management style to happily orchestrate a worker uprising in Ned’s crew.

Ned’s crew responds instantly; severing their allegiance to Lowe and telling him off.

The crew sails away and talks profit sharing while Ned dully threatens to hunt them down.

Ned is now a prisoner of the Revenge crew and seems entirely disinterested in his own survival.

And Ned sinks to the depths, without struggling at all.

There is a lot going on in this episode: pay and labor equity direct action, gay love engagement bliss, kink humor, Stede being a hero and saving his crew by playing to his strengths, then having to decide whether to kill in cold blood and feel the consequences of that choice. Ed having one more reason to be done with piracy (while being so impressed with and fond of Stede), and then watching his man make a fraught choice and having to deal with the fallout from that. (And, damn, I haven’t even mentioned the passionate sex bit.) Anyway, back to the point.

Now for the the meta part

The Ned Lowe sequences are perfectly in keeping with OFMD’s signature blend of madcap violence, humor, and big emotional gut punches. But something about Ned Lowe just strikes me as off for this show.

Ned is seriously threatening the crews’ lives, so why don’t they take him seriously?

Why does Ned have such a boring, throwaway backstory?

Why is Ned so nonchalant about his own death; like it’s a foregone conclusion?

Why does Ned have a silver violin and silver spurs on his slip-on dress shoes?

Why is Ned sartorially monochromatic?

And then I realized who Ned reminds me of.

This guy,

Earnst Stavro Blofeld in the James Bond film Diamonds are Forever (1971)

And this guy,

Scar in Disney's The Lion King (1994).

And this guy,

Xerxes, 300 (2006).

And it sure seems like Ned Lowe isn’t just an episodic villain. He is an archetype of the one-dimensional, stereotypical queer-coded villain that has been endemic in film and television throughout history. The OFMD writers have a lot to say about what to do with this kind of character:

Don’t respect him.

Feel free to openly mock him.

Don’t let him take your joy, even though he will hurt you.

He won’t disappear on his own. You have to throw something at him (take action) to make him go away.

Once he’s in the water, he’s content to drown. He’s not into what he’s doing any more than you are.

Oh and, just to be clear,

The LGBTQIA+ community has a very long history of turning shit media into better stories. So, hey, big media, prepare to have your crap characters wrecked (improved).

Now, back to our transformative pirate show with rich, complex queer characters and a multi-layered plot that surprises me every week and makes me feel big feelings - most of all, joy.

Final thought: I do wonder if Ned Lowe is monochromatically silver as a tribute to/poke at, Hollywood and the silver screen.

This meta was written before OFMD season 2 has fully aired. No idea what’s going to happen in the finale (and I’ve generally fled social media to avoid spoilers). I’ll be back, looking at everyone’s fascinating posts after episode 8 airs.

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celluloidbroomcloset · 4 months

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Reasons why "Calypso's Birthday" is actually really good, actually.

Stede "Lover of Beauty and Total Bitch" Bonnet dedicating an entire room to Ed's plunder because some of the stuff is "really ugly" and he's tired of tripping on it.

The crew spending a day Feng-shui-ing the ship.

Archie's birthday snake story. I swear to God, I know women like Archie and they always come out with the most unhinged shit and I love them.

Jim and Frenchie asking their dads if they can throw a party, then the dads taking the kids shopping.

Stede inventing yet another incredibly effective pop therapy term: "poison into positivity."

The implication that Ed bought Stede both leather trousers and a shirt with an exceptionally low neckline.

Ed gifting two children lots of money and knives.

WEE JOHN'S CALYPSO LOOK.

Izzy "Toxic Masculinity is My Jam" Hands putting on drag and being cheered for it.

Stolen tub filled with rum punch at Pyrate Pryde.

Ed protecting Stede with his entire body.

Fang hiding during the raid to protect his goat.

Black Pete and Lucius's twenty-four-hour sex marathon engagement celebration.

Ned Low being the best villain since fucking Chauncey.

All the bitchiness. Like, just all of it. So much bitchiness.

Stede charming the fuck out of Hellkat Maggie.

Stede taking care of things with his people positive management style, thus spreading worker unionization across the Caribbean.

"WALK."

Ed barely hesitating to go comfort Stede, who badly needs him, because Ed knows Stede better than anyone.

WALL SLAM. WALL SLAM. WALL SLAM. NOD OF CONSENT.

Hottest 2.5 second kiss in TV history.

And Then They Had Really Good Sex.

It's a great episode, c'mon.

#ofmd #our flag means death #ed teach #edward teach #stede bonnet #ofmd s2 #ned low #calypso's birthday #izzy hands #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #i get that it's a little messy in places and could've been better paced #but it has some fantastic stuff in it #and is very cathartic in so many ways #and it works as a bridge between the relatively lighter episodes and the danger that's looming

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our-happygirl500-fan · 1 year

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In a lot of iterations of TMNT Leonardo always seems to have a strong moral compass & the same possibly seems true for Leo in Rise as well as he often seems mindful of the safety of civilians

Raph: Alright you incredibly, unusually buff book worm! Give us the little guy and you’ll walk out of here with your horns still attached

Leo: Shouldn’t we also stop him from creating crab men?

Leo: I say we revise Raph’s plan to make sure this guy doesn’t get mutated

Leo: Hey April, cool if you don’t, but do you still have that Orb with all the people of New York in it?

Leo has often expressed concern for the wellbeing of strangers throughout the series, when April & the Turtles first encountered Draxum it was Leo who said that they should stop Draxum from mutating people & Leo later actively tries to stop the soon to be Bull Hop from getting mutated in Bug Busters.

In the episode Anatawa Hitorijanai, Leo is also the one that expresses concern over the fate of the people of New York even though the family already has a lot to deal with, with the Shredder.

However in contrast to how Leo is arguably one of the most mindful of the safety of strangers he also seems as though he’s arguably the most unsympathetic towards villains when compared to the rest of his family

Mikey: We haven’t found the armour and we can’t leave him to get eaten

Leo: Oh great, we get to save the guy who once repoed a birthday cake

April: We’ve gotta help him get his friend/ roomie/ it’s complicated back from Baron Draxum! It’s my Birthday Wish!

Leo: You’re invoking B-Day right on him!

Donnie: Ah a moral quandary, do we give the antidote to the villain or-

Leo: Poison? Antidote? Everything he makes is delicious!

While Leo is often concerned with the safety of strangers whenever one of the Turtle’s villains are in need of help, Leo typically seems as though he’s the one most opposed to the idea of helping one of their enemies which can be seen when Leo was reluctant to save Repo in the episode One Man’s Junk or when he expressed disbelief over April wanting to help Warren save Hypno in the episode Warren and Hypno, Sitting in a Tree.

In the episode Pizza Puffs Leo also demonstrated his reluctance to help villains when he decided to use the remaining antidote to eat more pizza puffs over giving the last of the antidote to Meat Sweats

At first glance it would seem as though Leo has some sort of ‘black & white’ view on morality where he prioritises the safety of ‘innocent people’ but is unsympathetic towards enemies or evil doers however it’s shown that Leo is not always against helping former enemies.

Leo: You can’t just kick out your untrustworthy criminal brother, he’s family. So whaddya need skin man?

In the episode The Hidden City Job Leo is the one that pushes Señor Hueso to help Capitán Piel even though the last time they saw each other, Leo was actively fighting Piel’s pirate crew, Leo wanting to help Piel seems to go against the idea that Leo is unsympathetic towards enemies which leads to the question on what makes the situation with Piel different than the other situations where one of the Turtles enemies have needed help?

Leo: Wait! I know a brother squabble when I see one and there’s no one better to un-squabble you than moi

Señor Hueso: Aren’t you here because you had a fight with your brother?

The first reason that Leo might be more sympathetic to Piel than he is with other villains is because Piel needed help mending his relationship with his brother Señor Hueso.

It’s been shown time & time that family is incredibly important to Leo so it could be possible that Leo simply cannot stand the idea of family fighting which made him more inclined to help Piel, it’s also worth noting that during the episode The Hidden City Job, Leo had recently gotten into an argument with Donnie, so Leo might be projecting his argument with his own brother onto Piel & Hueso.

Leo: I freed you from your pirate prison. Your welcome.

Raph: Pirate prison?

Mikey: You portalled us to Tahiti!

The second reason on why Leo might have been more sympathetic towards helping Piel than he is with other villains is that Piel had never actively tried to harm Leo’s brothers.

In the episode Portal Jacked the reason Leo was fighting Capitán Piel’s crew in the first place was that Leo had thought that the pirates had kidnapped his brothers which turned out not to be the case as instead Raph, Donnie & Mikey had been in Tahiti during the events of the episode meaning it’s possible that Leo doesn’t hold the same animosity towards Piel that he would with other villains as Piel hasn’t gone out of his way to bring harm to Leo’s family the way other villains have

So rather than Leo having some sort of ‘black & white’ view on morality where he prioritises the safety of ‘innocent people’ but is unsympathetic towards enemies or evil doers it’s more likely that Leo has the mindset where he wants to protect people but is unsympathetic towards those that have tried to harm his family.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #leonardo hamato #rottmnt #tmnt

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fanaticsnail · 29 days

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FanaticSnail’s Fic Rec List

Masterlist Here

Hi everyone! I haven't done one of these before, but I thought I should! I love these fics, and find myself revisiting them often because I adore them.

I hope you enjoy making your way through this list 🖤. If you see yourself on this list, know I love you and your writing very, very much. If you don't see yourself on it, rest assured I will be making another list soon 😘

One-Shots:

Roronoa Zoro

Black Tea, With Honey by @bby-deerling. Themes: mutual pining, a final push to engage, first kisses, soft Zoro

Did I Miss It? by @writingmysanity. Themes: birthday, drinking, fluffy, soft Zoro

Not A Chance by @willowbelle. Themes: NSFW, jealousy, flirting, possessiveness.

Guilded by @eelnoise. Themes: NSFW, drinking, smug!Zoro

Blackleg Sanji

Parted Lips by @turtletaubwrites. Themes: eating disorder, soft Sanji, understanding Sanji, sweet domesticity.

Confidence by @gingernut1314. Themes: NSFW, age gap (older reader), confident!reader, small angst, alcohol use

Koby

Safehouse by @discordantwritings. Themes: NSFW, subordinate!reader x captain!Koby, unrequited love - requited love, one bed trope.

Dracule Mihawk

Fixing What Ifs by @sordidmusings. Themes: old friends, friends to lovers, soft Mihawk, kissing, flashbacks.

A Dark and Stormy Night by @thus-spoke-lo. Themes: suggestive, flirty Mihawk, rain, gothic castle

The Hat Stays On by @sordidmusings. Themes: NSFW, desperate!Mihawk, pure smut

Let Go and Grip Me Tighter by @sordidmusings. Themes: NSFW, Mihawk’s strength, sub!reader, Dom!Mihawk

Buggy

Switching up Roles: part 1 & part 2 by @sordidmusings. Themes: NSFW, sub!Buggy x Dom!reader, relief, comfort

Donquixote Rosinante

The Things That Go Unheard by @indydonuts. Themes: white day, Valentine's Day, mutual pining, date day

Masochism Tango by @cinnbar-bun. Themes: NSFW, the love of corazon, intensity.

Benn Beckman

Two Days by @jintaka-hane. Themes: existing relationship, longing, kissing, flashbacks, suggestive themes, pretty.

Unspoken Affections by @icy-spicy. Themes: idiots in love, refusing to label it, mutual pining.

Together by @cinnbar-bun. Themes: dad!Beckman x mom!reader, they're parents to the Red-Hair crew, pure fluff, pining, longing.

Distractions by @discordantwritings. Themes: NSFW, mutual pining, flirting, kissing

Give (in) & Take (me) by @sordidmusings. Themes: NSFW, flirting, drinking, pining, longing, Dom!Beckman X brat!reader

Series:

Songbird by @gingernut1314. Themes: buggy x f!reader, enemies to lovers, strawhat!reader, singer!reader, NSFW.

The Heartless Giant by @cinnbar-bun. Themes: Sir Crocodile x gn!reader, prisoner!crocodile x royal!reader, villain!crocodile, storyteller au

The Luck Child by @gingernut1314. Themes: Buggy x Reader, storyteller au, fairytale au, buggy is lucky, fantasy themes.

We’ve All Got Needs by @turtletaubwrites. Themes: Zoro x Reader x Sanji x Robin, NSFW, strawhat!reader.

Masterlist Recommendations

Bby-deerling

WillowBelle

DiscordantWritings

EelNoise

Gingernut1314

Thus-spoke-lo

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bakasara · 6 months

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Trying to parse my thoughts on Izzy's death and why I had a different reaction to it than I thought I would. To summarize: I thought I wouldn't like it, but also that they wouldn't do it; the opposite happened– they did it but I'm ok with it.

I'm also feeling like talking through some mourning for an amazing character, so follow along if that's you, too 😌

(I should probably clarify the following thoughts are coming from someone who deeply enjoyed this season.)

I first wondered what would be of Izzy around the end of season 1. I expected him to have a heel-face turn – which I object to calling a redemption arc and I'll get into why, because the distinction ties into his death imo. A lot of antagonistic characters' changes of heart end directly in death, but I thought they'd subvert that trope. And they... did, actually, despite Izzy dying. Not an option I had imagined.

What the show avoided is the logic, the set of tropes attached to the deaths of this kind of character. These deaths usually come as a consequence of the character's changed ethics or "redemption". My being against that scenario came from the diverging natures of traditional redemption arcs and OFMD's rhetoric.

A traditional redemption arc functions by a kind of catholic logic, if you will: the villain can become one of the good guys by balancing out his "sins"/bad deeds with enough good deeds to tip a moral scale. This often involves a purifying suffering, which acts as an agent to expiate one's faults. To the viewer, this suffering can serve to activate our empathy and make the character more sympathetic. It can also legitimize his quest: our trust in the character's good intentions comes from seeing that the character is ready to make sacrifices to become better and he isn't deterred by the hardships of doing the right thing.

The death occurring at the end of a traditional redemption arc acts as the ultimate sacrifice and/or purification. A number of ideas might be at play behind it, depending on each story: only in death can the soul become fully pure, or a final sacrifice is "needed" to demonstrate the change once and for all, or change was only possible up to a point after which there is no viable/acceptable future – the character deserves moral points for changing, but not so many that he also deserves a full life, or past crimes make him more expendable, etc.

But these are all ideas that aren't evoked in any of the crew's journey in OFMD. For starters, the show isn't interested in "catholic" redemption; its focus is on reintegration/rehabilitation into the community. Rather than appealing to the more traditional (in Western media) and more christian principle of "purification of the soul through mortification of the body", it plays with notions of restorative justice.

We see it especially this season with Ed and Izzy. Ed's arc is a whole little lab for it. We have the community being made to decide whether he can stay or should leave; catbell!Ed is made to apologize to the people affected – which he initially does abysmally, with what fandom has dubbed his "CEO's/YouTube apology". Later, he's given the opportunity to have a more honest and genuine conversation with Fang where he learns about how he hurt him. He's made to repair some of the material damage his behavior caused. Some members feel repaid by the idea that they did to him the same he did to them (Fang) while others don't (Lucius), and the show touches on what this means for each/legitimizes both feelings. Arguably, Ed using his treasure to throw Calypso's birthday party – a much needed refrain and moment of social (re-)connection within the community – is an additional form of reparation. While Stede's belief in Ed has a clear role in helping Ed change for the better, Izzy's s2 journey focuses even more intensely on the role of social support within an individual's constructive (re-)integration into their community. The show is condensed by choice of format, but the beats are all there.

With that kind of rhetoric set up, I'd never be able to accept Izzy dying in a way that feels like a punishment for his past crimes, nor in a way that should "confirm" his positive change/"purify" him for good. And he doesn't! By the time he dies, we know full well he's deeply changed, it's already established to completion. How it happens has nothing to do with proving himself – he's randomly shot in battle. It's never questioned that the time he got to live surrounded by affection mattered. The speech he gives Ed is only possible because he's changed, accessing a completely different perspective on piracy/life than before, like we see when he talks to Ricky earlier. The reason the whole crew is paying respect and crying is because he became "the new unicorn", a treasured member with a defined role. But his death itself is the show going back to the initial symbolism of Izzy as ultimate pirate. The narrative function of his death is underscoring that the age of piracy has come to an end. It's nothing to do with his change. It's posited as the "natural conclusion" (again, by symbolic function) of a character that represented piracy through-and-through, not the "natural conclusion" of a process of becoming better.

And for me, that difference changes everything. I can see and accept the logic behind it, even as I mourn Izzy as a character. It makes the grief feel like a catharsis I experience within the context of the story I'm watching, rather than a grief I feel from a show "betraying" me.

It's also a difference that completely changes how Izzy's death relates to his queerness. Izzy's change is intertwined with being able to express queer affection openly. Becoming "a unicorn" is this extremely queer imagery already – a magical rainbow creature. His role becomes akin to a mother to the crew (the mother hen!Izzy many headcanoned last season, tapping into his potential), a position that isn't extraneous to older queens, including our honored real-life mean-old-queer men. Last season he threatened another queer man for showing too much delicacy, effeminacy, vulnerability. Now, his change is a process that culminates in him singing a tender love song among the crew in drag. He's given the privilege of playing the soundtrack to our protagonists making love for the first time, which ties him symbolically to the event in a way it does no other crew member. Suffice it to say that insinuating his process of change should end in death would have been disastrous, as far as I'm concerned. Antithetical to the show's supporting ideology.

But that's not how it went. Grief occupies a big role in the queer community, but it's so rare that we get to experience it cathartically. In real life, we often have to contend with the ways queerphobia causes us trauma or even shortens our lives, or the lives of our friends. In fictional narratives, a lot of characters that get to express queerness unabashedly still die for the transgression. They're still usually the only queer character with relevant screen time or at all, at best one of two that formed a tragic couple.

We almost never have the opportunity to just mourn some motherfucker who died because they meant something else as well that was central to their character. To mourn and know we're mourning someone who wasn't ever punished for being queer-as-in-fuck-you and going all out. To mourn and not feel like it's another message of queer doom, because for once the character is surrounded by an entire crew of other queer characters that go on to live and be happy. To know the story is saying something about life, not about being queer. To know this kind of crafting was deliberate, too, because the creator has talked about working to avoid those tropes. I struggle to remember another time I had the opportunity to grieve for a queer character like they're a human being, without the implication that it's queerness itself that's a death sentence.

And honestly? It feels good. It feels like a form of catharsis I do not dislike. That I'm maybe kinda glad for. OFMD is and stays a magical world. Beyond that, in a show full of queers, one of them dies after getting some extraordinarily meaningful happiness, and it's peaceful, and I get to just be sad for the fucker without the gutting of being reminded that if you're gay, better not shoot too high. It feels like a completely different emotion that no other show, for now, would give me, but OFMD. To me, it's yet another thing it's pulled off.

As it's been known to do.

#ofmd #having warm izzy thoughts in this chili's tonight #ofmd meta #my meta

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arealphrooblem · 9 months

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A Lost Cause

Synopsis: The trusted keeper of all the Heroes' secrets, Civilian's existence is kept a tightly guarded secret itself. So how did the villain find her? And how will she withstand the attempts of his scientist to break her open and discover those secrets himself?

CW: nonconsensual drugging, medical whump, medical experimentation, mentions of wounds from torture

They ambushed her at one AM on a Wednesday night. She had just chugged a glass of water and was walking back towards her bedroom when five men appeared like plumes of smoke in the dim light of the living room lamp.

Immediately she smashed the glass on the head of the nearest one. He stumbled back and tripped over the corner of the coffee table, blood gushing down the side of his face. A second man got a donkey kick to the knees and an elbow to the face. But then she tripped on the baggy hem of her sleep pants and that gave the other three men all the opportunity they needed to hold her arms down and chloroform her.

When she woke up, mind foggy with cotton mouth, the familiar walls of her home had been replaced with metal. She sat tied to a chair and sitting across the metal table from her was a man she’d never seen before.

It wasn’t the why that perplexed her. Even though she never participated in the famous battles that raged across the cities of the world, or had her face blazoned on billboards, or plastered all over the news like the rest of her superhero brethren, she was the most valuable member of the team for one simple reason:

She knew everyone’s secrets.

Their real names and social security numbers. Their home addresses and family members. Their bank app passwords. The limitations of their powers and their weaknesses.

She knew these secrets because that was part of her job. She coordinated their lives. When someone got hurt, she arranged medical treatment. When the teammates that couldn’t fly had to go halfway around the world, she kept the private jet refueled and paid the maintenance crew. When someone’s family was in danger, she put them into hiding. She bought booked air bnb rooms under false names, she ran the grocery lists for their base, she made sure Mother’s day cards and birthday presents were sent on time.

Her teammates trusted her with this because she was a vault herself. Her power nullified everyone else’s in a wide radius around her. She had training in three forms of martial arts, could hack into almost any database around her and thus prevent from being hacked, and could shoot with fairly decent accuracy multiple types of guns.

And when all of that didn’t work, she had a memory palace like an ancient Greek maze that no telepath could find their way through if they ever caught her at a distance.

But the best protection she had was her anonymity. Her association with her teammates was their most highly guarded secret. So it wasn’t the why so much as the how.

How did Villain find her? How did he even know she existed?

Of course, no one was interested in answering her questions.

The man sitting across the table from her gave her a bemused half smile when she demanded this information. It gave him a boyish, non-threatening air despite the dark tinted sunglasses he wore.

“I’m afraid you have things rather backwards,” he said, voice soft and pleasant. Like they were on a coffee date. “I’m the one who gets the answers and you are the one who gets the questions.”

“You’re not getting shit from me,” she spat.

Her hands wiggled against the bonds tying her to the chair. The zip ties cut into her skin, tight enough that she worried about her circulation. If the man noticed her testing them out, he did not reveal it. Instead that half smile grew slowly into a smirk.

“I’m sure you believe that. You seem to have a very strong will. But willpower doesn’t really matter when I’m involved.”

He took his glasses off, folded them with care, and placed them with care inside his coat pocket. Brown eyes, sweet and warm like hot chocolate, looked back at her. He leaned forward, hands clasped before him, and focused those eyes on her.

“You will answer every question I ask, truthfully, with every relevant detail you can think of.”

His voice was low and soothing, with an easy confidence of someone used to getting their way. It gave her great pleasure to respond to him, leaning forward as much as her bonds would allow.

“You will go to hell,” she murmured, matching his tone, “and on the way there you can kiss my ass.”

The man tilted his head, eyebrows raised. Did he really think she was going to give him everything, just like that?

“Tell me your name,” he commanded in that same soft tone.

“Go fuck yourself.”

Surprise spread across his face. “Do you really feel no compulsion to do as I say?”

“Did you really think it would be that easy?” she retorted.

He just stared at her, eyes wide in delightful curiosity.

“Fascinating,” he murmured, pulling his glasses back out of his coat pocket. “Well, I suppose you and I are at an impasse. I could advise you give me your answers willingly, rather than face torture. But I assume you would not take that advice.”

“Your assumption would be correct.”

“A shame. You have such spirit. It’s a pity they will break it.”

Fear curled in her gut but she refused to let it show. “We’ll see about that.”

He slipped his glasses back on, hiding those sweet brown eyes. “When you feel like death would be a mercy, please remember that I tried to give you a choice.”

That line haunted her as she experienced the worst days of her life. No food, no water, no rest. Endless pain. Even as she burrowed herself further and further into her own mind, the pain followed her through every passage of the maze. She intentionally twisted herself down paths with dead ends, paths that recurved on themselves, keeping herself away from the information they wanted so badly.

If she could just hold out long enough, her team would rescue her.

She just had to last. Just a little bit longer.

The next time she found herself strapped to the chair in front of the table, the zip ties were the only thing holding her up, slippery from the blood. The light from the lamp felt like a laser in her eyes. A different man sat across the table from her, his features hazy from her blurred vision. The man was older, that much she could tell, and dressed in a sharp black suit.

Villain. She’d seen his face in so many files, in so much research for her team on him. She would know him in her sleep.

“You are remarkably stubborn,” he said, crossing his legs. “I see why they entrusted their secrets to you. A shame I didn’t find you first. That kind of loyalty is hard to find and even harder to buy.”

She had no quip for him, no scathing remarks. All her focus went to not puking.

“I am not going to waste any more of my resources trying to break you. That may sound like good news at first, but it simply means you are now completely valueless to me. That’s a very dangerous position to be in. Normally I would kill you and dispose of every trace of your existence, but my top scientist has asked me to spare you.”

He stood up, brushing imaginary dirt from his suit coat. “Again, that may sound like good news, but you will wish that I had killed you before long, that much I can assure you.”

Before she could make sense of this development, something sharp pricked the side of her neck and then she knew nothing at all.

Life passed in hazy flashes. She was in a bed. She heard birds and felt sunlight. She saw the man in the sunglasses. It was impossible to tell what was a dream and what was real. When she finally fully woke up, the world appeared in stages.

First the beeping. Then the cozy heaviness of a blanket. A small pain in her hand when she jostled it. When her eyes flittered open, she saw walls of deep green and cream, an IV drip that ran to the back of her left hand, a row of succulents on the window sill. A desk and a man sitting at it, scribbling in a notebook. A familiar, bespectacled man.

“Where am I?” she asked.

Or tried to ask. All that game out of her dry, dusty throat was a croak.

The man’s scribbling stopped abruptly and he looked over his shoulder.

“Are you finally awake?” he asked, standing up.

Another groan filtered from her cracked lips. He walked over to a side table that held a pitcher of water and poured her a glass, dropping in a plastic straw. His fingers pressed something on the side of the bed and the front half lifted slowly up until she was sitting.

“Drink slowly,” he said.

He held the glass to her lips and she sipped the water through the straw. It took everything in her not to chug it, not to rip it out of his grasp and drown in it when he pulled it away and set the glass on the table.

“Where am I?” she asked again, voice hoarse.

“Ah, here we go again thinking you can ask the questions,” he said with that crooked smile.

She glared at him, which only made his smile grow wider.

“I think though, this time I will be more generous with my answers. You are in my personal facilities. This is the medical recovery room. There is also my lab, my rooms, a kitchen. Everything we need, in short, for a long stay.”

Nausea roiled in her stomach, and she wasn’t sure if it came from the medicine he put her on or the implication of his words.

“Are you . . .the scientist?” she whispered.

It hurt to talk.

“I am a scientist, certainly.”

Another glare. Another smile.

“Why?”

Why was she here? Why did he want her? Why wasn’t she dead? All words that caught in her throat.

“Why am I a scientist? That story dates to my childhood, and I doubt you have much interest in that. Let’s say that I have a fascination with the rules of the world and how you can manipulate them.”

This man was impossible. If she had any strength left, she would have strangled him with the cord of her IV drip.

The steady beep of her heart rate monitor spiked with her anger. He glanced over at it with mild surprise.

“Don’t you feel at least a little hypocritical,” he asked, “expecting the truth from me when you refuse to give it yourself?”

Hypocritical? Hypocritical?

“Are you serious right now?” she hissed.

“As a heart attack. Like the one you might give yourself if you don’t keep your anger in check,” he added. “Take deep, slow breaths. Your body is still fragile. We wouldn’t want to undo all the progress of your recovery, would we?”

She took deep slow breaths, hating him the entire time, if only to keep him from knowing how much he got under her skin. He watched with little nods of approval.

“That’s it. Good. Now that you’re awake, I will take some of your vitals and check your bandages.”

Bandages? She resisted the sudden, panic laced urge to rip the blanket off and check her over her body. What injuries she sustained, he would reveal soon enough.

She held herself very still while he listened to her chest with a stethoscope. She realized then someone, most likely him, had dressed her in a medical gown and done away with the tattered remnants of her pajamas. He took her blood pressure, pinched the skin of her forearm for dehydration, took her temperature, before sliding the covers back and revealing bandages on her thighs, her knees, wrapped around her feet.

“Cuts and burns,” he explained at her morbidly curious expression.

“I don’t feel them,” she said in surprise.

“You have very good drugs in that IV drip.”

He treated her injuries with an antibiotic salve, spreading it oh so gently with gloved fingers. Then he returned the blankets over her lap and tugged up her medical gown. She tried to fight it, fingers gripping the hem as tight as she could manage, but he easily overpowered her.

“Relax, this is nothing inappropriate. You have bruised ribs.”

He checked her with the cold methodical touch of a professional before gently tugging her dress back down.

“You’re healing very well,” he said proudly. As if she had anything to do with it. “I expect partial recovery within two weeks and a full recovery within the month.”

He straightened up and slid his stethoscope off. “You should get more rest. Sleep is the most crucial component of healing.”

Her hand snaked out and grabbed a fistful of his shirt. Her grip may have been weak and pathetic, but she held on with all her strength regardless. The man considered her, his expression impressible to tell with his sunglasses on.

“Why?” she rasps throat aching. “Tell me why . . .please.”

It cost her to beg like that. And maybe he sensed that, because he bent down again and brushed an errant curl back from her face.

“Villain may consider you a lost cause, but I do not give up so easily. You are a fascinating little puzzle box and I am dying to create the tools that will break you open.”

He chucked her under the chin, and made his way out.

#hero x villain #villain x civilian #mad scientist x civilian #my writing #not a prompt #writeblr #a lost cause #enemies to lovers #whump

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any ideas for a druid villain who isn't a pro-environmentalism "extremist" who opposes the #just'n'kind authorities and such? i'd like to do one but honestly most suggestions are just to make a fantasy anti-civ unabomber and idk im not too crazy about the concept

Villain: The Eelmonger

While the scholars debate whether it is nature, society, or fate that makes a person cruel, remember my student that none of these things are kind or fair to most whom they govern. -From the diaries of Tarraji, country tutor

Hooks:

Every year a great festival is held across the kingdom to honour the queen's birthday, a tradition started by the previous rulers to celebrate the long-sought birth of their first heir, but maintained by the current sovereign as a means of sharing a little of her prosperity with her subjects, the crown footing most of the bill for the event. This year, just as people (and the party) are crowding into the rivermarket to enjoy the festivities, a horde of grotesque aquatic monsters surge from the water to rampage through the town.

Two days later when the last of the beasts is either slain or driven off, word arrives that similar attacks have occurred all up and down the central waterway, paralyzing the realm's economy and making travel tremendously dangerous. The party could go hunting the worst of the rivermonsters, or they could sign up to protect a daredevil merchant's cargo and make a small fortune crisis trading.

Along with all this chaos an old threat reemerges, pirates with a long hatred of the realm trawling for plunder in the wake of the rampage. Apparently exempt from the wrath of the seabeasts that still lurk in the rivers and canals, they fly a new flag bearing images of sharp-toothed eels, and sing songs in praise of an unseen master.

Dressed like a peasant and exalted by outlaws, the enigmatic figure known only as the Eelmonger has emerged seemingly from nowhere to overthrow the realm and topple the queen from her throne. Who is she? Why her unprecedented attack? How is she able to turn the great predators of the deep into warbeasts bent to her aims? Among all the uncertainly all that can be known is that she has seemingly declared war against the realm, and will not stop till the queen and any who support her have been reduced to meals for the ocean's scavengers.

Background: Sha's parents thought it was very lucky for their daughter to be born under the same stars as the crown princess, as in the old traditions of the kingdom such "celestial siblings" were thought to share their fortunes, and as poor fisherfolk eking out a meagre living from the sea that fortune was dearly needed. As Sha Grew however it became apparent that the stars played a cruel game of favourites, and whatever luck the oneday queen was given was taken in equal portion from Sha's own: The day the princess was thrown from her horse and rose mirraculously unharmed was the day Sha tumbled over the side of her family's boat in a calm sea and somehow broke three bones, the announcement of the king's recovery from the brittle sickness reaching Sha's village the same day they put her long-ailing father in the ground.

These transgressions were manifold, too obvious and cruel to be mere happenstance, and over the years and the grand festival-birthdays Sha's resentment at her distant royal sister and the injustice of fate filed her sharp and cold as a gutting knife. Things paradoxically got a little better during the pirate wars, when those foreign fleets took the town she lived in as their fortress, burning and pillaging many other settlements along the coast and great river. Sha, now a woman grown, felt her fortunes had reversed, as the pirates were all to happy to pay for her catch with handfulls of stolen coin, and her expertise with local cuisine saw her elevated to the position of landbound galleycook, feeding whole crews of cutthroats in between their inland raids.

It was not to last however, after a few brutal years on the defensive, the princess and her allies rallied and launched an offensive that shattered the invader's fleet and ousted them from the lands they'd set to conquer, culminating in a battle that saw Sha's town (and the life she'd built there) burnt to the ground. It was in the midst of that fighting, trapped beneath burning rubble that Sha saw her celestial sister for the first time, glorious and beautiful and totally ignorant of her existence, scaling the ruins of Sha's happiness on her way to future glory. Sha was pinned there for days, forgotten among the rest of the corpses; it wasn't until a great storm broke and washed the wreckage of the battle out into the sea that she was freed, her druidic powers awakening as she drowned and calling out to those creatures of the brine to aid her. Whatever warpath and hope she had for making a good life in spite of her sister she left below the surface, because as soon as she made landfall she started plotting her path back to the queen.

Goals & Schemes:

Ruination: As strong as her monsters are individually or as a horde, The eelmonger knows her beasts can't challenge the might or logistics of an entire kingdom. However, Sha grew up on the kingdom's waterways and knows that just like small tributaries fed the great trade river, the lives of farmers and merchants feed into the strength of the crown. If she has any hope of evening the playing field Sha must break the system that feeds the realm's warchest even if it means breaking the realm itself in the process. Monstrous chaos and resurgent pirates are just the first step: Targeting the merchants will cause supply shortages and beggar the realm, after that she'll move on to sowing famine in the farmlands. When there isn't enough to go round people will break down into factions, causing the army the well trained army the queen has inhereted to crumble before it ever reaches the field.

Fixing the broken scales: Simply killing the queen won't be enough. Sha reasoned out long ago that if she ever did direct harm to celestial sister whatever fate bullshit that connects them would likely redirect the outcome onto her somehow and that just wouldn't do. Instead she has to settle for making the soverign suffer by proxy, all the while searching for some means of attacking the connection itself. Those pirates directly privy to her plan are out hunting for priests and fortunetellers during their raids, anyone they could kidnap and bring back to the eelmonger to help correct this balance.

Saint of the Brine: Though she has no love for gods, Sha's vengeful ascent is watched over by a coldhearted deity of the fathomless seas, who has umbrage with this particular kingdom ever since the queen's ancestors laid claim to its bays and coastlines by slaying a titanic beast she favoured. The eelmonger is her unwitting instrument of wrath, and whether the gods involvement began during Sha's almost drowning or all the way back were praying for a safe birth is impossible to say. Though the eelmonger has unseen aid throughout her campaign against the crown, if the party is able to make their enemy aware that some god may be the source of her misfortune they may be able to divert Sha's wrath from the queen and the realm's inhabitants.

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#villain #seaside #Lysthzaho #pirates #mid level #high level #warfare #wuxia #festival #river #seamonster

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Roronoa Zoro x Child Reader : The Sword's Thief

Hello everyone ! I finished translating another One Shot I wrote on Wattpad. It's still in third POV, I might change after finishing all the translation of the "old OS".

Synopsis : Y/n a little child thought it was a good idea to steal one of Zoro's sword to beat up her island's tyran.

Content : NO ROMANCE, Y/n is 8 years old, Y/n is used by a pirate just like Nami was with Aarlong (nothing detailed), the villain is a cartoon's villain, Zoro need a GPS, Zoro centered.

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The Sword's Thief

Cries echoed through the bustling streets of an ordinary town as a young girl sprinted, her legs pumping, clutching a paper bag tightly in her small arms. This was none other than little Y/n, known by all as the pint-sized thief of the Wicked Mustachio's pirate’s crew. He had complete control over the town, extorting merchants, menacing the villagers, coercing the homeless into service, and even resorting to violence against men who didn't let their wives entertain the captain...

In short, he was a tyrant.

Little Y/n was aware of this. Despite her tender age, she had attempted to escape by sea, but each time, she never got far. Today was her eighth birthday, or at least the day she had chosen to celebrate it. Being an orphan, she had little information about her family and had been forced to join this abominable man just to survive.

However, his reign would come to an end today, on the child's eighth birthday. This time, she was determined to end it. What was the use of escaping to the sea if she were to die afterward? No, Y/n would become free again, she would learn to sail, and more than that, she would travel the world!

With such determination, her pursuers were quickly shaken off as she sat against a wall in a dark alley. She opened the paper bag she held tightly in her hands and pulled out an apple. Her stomach rumbled at the sight of the shiny fruit, despite the darkness. In a matter of minutes, she devoured the fruit and congratulated herself on choosing to steal something good this time. It wouldn't have been the first time the girl with (e/c) eyes stole a half-rotten or even spoiled fruit.

She ate the other apple in the bag while watching a group of young adults outside a restaurant. They were surprisingly loud for such a simple task as eating, especially the one dressed in red with a straw hat on his head. It was precisely this hat that got the girl thinking. She had seen this young man somewhere before...

It was when she saw the man with green hair and an unhappy expression that she remembered. He was from the famous Straw Hat Pirate crew. As far as she knew, they were very strong pirates who had already defeated a Shichibukai!

She found herself admiring and envying them. There was no doubt that if she had even a quarter of their strength, she could give that mustachioed man a good beating! While watching the pirates eat, an idea came to her. The man with green hair, Zoro the pirate hunter, was known to be very strong. However, he hadn't eaten a Devil Fruit, so how could he be so powerful without any powers? That's when Y/n concluded that his swords were not simple blades; they must surely contain incredible power!

"If I could have at least one, I could show that fatso!" thought the little girl.

Careful not to get caught, Y/n slipped through the crowd until she reached the Mugiwara crew's table. She paid no attention to the faces enjoying their meal, too absorbed in her effort to remain discreet. She examined the three swords rested on a wall near the pirate’s chair. She finally decided which one to take, having a preference for the white one. She gently lifted it, making no noise, and began to move away. She sighed in relief after a few steps, thinking she was far enough when she heard a voice.

"Zoro, someone's stealing your sword," announced the captain, chewing on his meat.

"What?!?" he replied, turning to his swords.

"Oops!" thought the little girl as she started running.

"Hey! Come back, you little brat! Give me back the Wado Ichimonji!" ordered the pirate hunter, chasing after her.

"I'm taking your share, Zoro!" shouted the straw hat as he dug into his plate.

The girl with (h/c) hair hurried through several alleyways, relying on her knowledge of the city to lose the pirate. It didn't take long, and after about three alleys, she was all alone.

"For a famous pirate, he's stupid. He can't even keep up with me," thought Y/n a little bit surprised.

She didn't think much of it and decided to put her plan into action. She was going to end Mustr the Wicked Mustachio's reign! She walked calmly and decisively toward the pirate's hideout. After a few minutes, she arrived at a large square place where tents were set up. She knew that the one in the back, the largest, belonged to the captain. As she was about to enter the place, pirates blocked her way.

"What are you doing here, kid?" asked a brunette man.

"You don't have the right to be here," replied his purple-hatted accomplice.

"I work for Mustr!" she retorted.

"Yeah, right! And I'm Whitebeard!" scoffed the first man.

"I'm Y/n! Mustr asked me to steal from people and give him money!"

"Huh? You’re starting to get on my nerves, kid. Do you want me to put two little holes in your pretty skull?" threatened one of the pirates.

"Wait, her name sounds familiar, and look at this sword. She could never use it to harm us. We have revolvers; she's not inoffensive. Let her in," conceded the man with the hat.

"As you wish, but if something happens, it's on you..."

The little girl entered the square and walked proudly to the large tent, despite the mocking glances from the pirates. She stood in front of a small man who was a few inches taller than her and stared at him with determination. The man got up from his couch and stroked his red mustache with an arrogant smile.

"Hello, my little Y/n, I see you've brought me a sword. Is that all you have? Because it's clearly not enough for what you cost me in food."

"I'm not here for that. I'm going to kill you, Mustr!"

"You? A mere eight-year-old, an orphan no less?"

"Exactly! And you'll beg me to spare you, even your horrible mustache will beg me!"

"What? What did you say about my mustache? Horrible mustache? You insolent little brat!" he exclaimed as his mustache grew and coiled around Y/n.

"I can't move! I need to draw the sword and cut this thing!" she thought, trying to unsheathe the sword from its scabbard.

"Listen well, you insolent child. I am Mustr the Wicked Mustachio! I control this island, and a kid like you won't stand up to me! You wanted to kill me with this sword? What a shame; it's mine now," laughed the mini pirate as he snatched the sword from the girl's hands.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, it's over," mocked one of his henchmen.

"Any last words?" the redhead asked, drawing the sword.

Y/n closed her eyes wishing once again that she was stronger. Even if she died right there, she would curse him to death !

"Hey. You there, the furry one, didn't anyone tell you to not touch people's stuff?" asked a male voice.

"Hmm? Oh, I see. You're the one who owned this sword that this kid stole."

"I want you to give it back to me."

"Sorry, but you see, this kid belongs to me, so everything she has is actually mine. So now, get lost," Mustr replied.

"I won't repeat myself. Give me back this sword, and I promise not to slice you up too much," threatened the green-haired man.

"You're going to slice me? Show me how you’d do that!" mocked the small sized pirate. "Guys, get him!"

"Captain!"

"What?!" he snapped sharply.

"He's already wiped out all our men!" replied the henchman badly beaten up.

"It's impossible!"

"Ittoryu: Shishi Sonson!"

In a matter of seconds, Mustr was cut down while Y/n was released from the pirate's grip. She fell to the ground, coughing, before taking a deep breath. She held her throat, wincing, and watched as the former pirate hunter reclaimed his white sword. The little girl suppressed a tremor when she realized the green-haired man was approaching her with a menacing look.

"You! What were you planning to do with my sword, huh?" he demanded.

"I-I wanted to beat him!" she replied while clenching her small fists with anticipation.

"What? A kid like you with my sword? Let me laugh; you wouldn't even be able to unsheathe it!"

"..."

"Tsss, what an annoying kid. Now I don't know where the others are."

"Um... Mister...?"

“What?!”

“I, um... Thank you for helping me.”

“Huh? I just wanted to get the Wado Ichimonji back.”

“I see…”

“Hey, take me back to my captain. After all, it's the least you can do after all of this, right?”

“Hmm,” Y/n agreed.

And so, the little girl, accompanied by Zoro, set off to reunite with the Straw Hat crew. What should have taken only a few minutes turned into several hours due to the famous swordsman's sense of direction. Fortunately for Y/n, they finally arrived at the port where the Thousand Sunny was anchored. The two boarded the ship when suddenly Zoro teased her.

"Well, you really don't know your city."

"You were the one who got lost!" replied the little girl, momentarily forgetting her fear of him.

"Oi, Zoro! Did you get your sword back?" asked the straw-hatted captain, approaching.

"Yeah, in the blink of an eye," smiled the swordsman.

"Oh, you're the little thief!" the captain noted, extending his neck to be at Y/n's height.

"Aaaaaaaah!" she exclaimed, seeing the abnormal length of the young man's neck.

"What's going on?!" asked a orange-haired woman who emerged from the ship's cabin.

"I don't know; she screamed out of nowhere." replied the one with an abnormal long neck.

"You idiot, you scared her," Zoro retorted.

"Oh, how cute," the young woman admitted.

"H-His neck, it-" stuttered the little girl.

"I'm a rubber man, so it's normal! Nami ! Zoro's here, we can go!" exclaimed the captain.

"Tha-That’s not normal!" pointed the child, hiding behind the swordsman.

"Hey, what are you doing?" he replied watching the kid holding onto his legs.

"He's weird."

"I know, no need to stick yourself to me."

"I wasn't sticking to you!" retorted Y/n.

"Oh, really? Then what were you doing, you scaredy-cat?" smiled Zoro.

"I'm not a scaredy-cat! I was just being careful not to step on you, you know, with the grass!"

"Wha-What did you say, you brat? You want me to slice you like that furry gu-"

"Isn't it over yet?!" Nami exclaimed a bit mad.

"Honestly, bickering with a child, you really are a brainless cactus," added a blond man.

"What, you too? Are you picking a fight with me?"

As the two pirates began to argue, Luffy and Nami approached Y/n. At first, she was wary of them, until the captain made funny faces that could rival even the most experienced clowns. She recounted what had happened, from Mustr's control of the island to today. Nami couldn't help but see a bit of herself in the girl, and she decided to take the little girl wherever she wanted. Of course, Luffy didn't see any problem with it since it was one of his crewmate's wishes.

"Really?! Hum, then the next island!" Y/n asked.

"Are you sure?" asked worriedly Nami.

"Yes, I'm going to go around the world when I’ll be a grownup!"

"We're seriously taking the kid with us?" Zoro complained.

"Does that bother you, Zoro?" Nami threatened.

"Yeah, but I'll get used to it," he replied, sensing the redhead's stern gaze.

A few minutes later, the ship named Thousand Sunny raised its sails for the next island. Throughout the journey, the little girl got to know the Straw Hat crew and found them very amusing, especially the captain!

Her stay was mainly spent with Chopper, whom Y/n liked to call "Fluffy", but also with Zoro. Strangely, she followed him almost everywhere. When he trained with his dumbbells, she did the same, or at least tried to.

"284...285...286...” counted the green-haired man.

“Gnnn... Gnnnngh!”

“What are you doing here, kid?”

“Don’t call me kid! I have a name! It's Y/n!”

“That doesn't answer my question…Kid.”

“Now you’re doing it on purpose! But I'm training,” answered Y/n while trying to calm her anger down.

“Training for what? You won't be able to lift this; it's way too heavy for a kid like you.”

“Of course, I'll be able to! Just sit down and watch me!” countered the child. “Gnnngh!”

“Don't force it. You realize that you can’t lift it, you're clearly an idiot!" he replied, taking the dumbbell from the child's hands.

"Give it back!"

"Why do you want to train so badly?"

"I want to be as strong as a boy so I can protect people from bad people!" she replied with determination.

"So, you want to become a Marine soldier?" summed up Zoro with an arch brow.

"No! I want to become someone people can rely on when they have problems! If there had been someone on my island, nobody would have suffered so much."

"Okay so you want to become a hero. What a good joke! Heroes share everything, even the advantages," he laughed at the child.

"Like what?"

"Let's say I'm a hero, if I had sake as a reward. I'd have to share it with everyone, but I'd rather keep it for myself. You got it now? You still want to be a hero now?"

"But I don't like sake, so it doesn't matter," Y/n innocently replied with a grimace.

"You didn't get it at all! Are you stupid or what?!"

"I-It's you who explained it badly!" blushed the child sensing that she was made fun of.

"What are you implying that I wouldn’t be a good teacher?!"

"Exactly!"

And they bickered constantly. However, Zoro let her be with him; the 'kid' didn't annoy him that much, and she reminded him a bit of Kuina, wanting to be as strong as a man. After a few days, he even prepared some weights for her to lift since his dumbbells were too heavy for the child. Why did he do that? He had noticed Y/n's longing gaze toward his swords. He deduced that she would like to fight with them someday. For that, she needed to build her strength first, so she could carry them without any problems. That's how Zoro became her 'teacher.'

Two weeks on the open sea, and the Straw Hats finally arrived at the new island. They made some quick purchases to survive until the next island and bid farewell to the girl as the ship sailed away from the port.

"Take care of yourself," advised Nami with a maternal instinct.

"Yes!"

"We'll see each other later Y/n!" the Straw Hat captain greeted with a smile.

"Yes, and I'll show you everything I've seen!" she declared determinedly.

"Hmm. You better keep training; otherwise, you won't even be able to lift a toothpick with those arms," Zoro announced.

"I'll show you my progress, and you'll be so surprised that you'll ask me to train you!" Y/n exclaimed.

"Oh yeah? Well, you better start training quickly. You still have a lot to see before you can scratch me!" Zoro grinned arrogantly.

"Goodbye, Mr. Cactus!" the child greeted, holding back her tears.

"Don't call me that, you little brat!" Zoro yelled, irritated.

As night fell, the swordsman couldn't sleep. He left the dormitory and sat against the Sunny's railing, gazing at the moon. "A twig like you, surpass me? Ha! I'm curious to see that!" he smiled.

#zoro roronoa x reader #zoro roronoa x you #roronoa zoro x y/n #One Piece #one piece scenarios #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #straw hat zoro #fluff #one piece fluff #mnemo mnemo no mi #one piece x reader

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Summary of RE4R cast meet and greet on Twitch

Finally had time to watch the twitch stream of the RE4R cast meet and greet that aired last week. Here's a quick summary. General: RE4R was made 2 years ago. Everyone in the cast has become one big happy family.

Genevieve Buechner (Ashley): Been acting since a young age. Changed agencies 3 years ago and requested for video game gigs, happy to have landed the role of Ashley. Had to use a lot of her imagination on set after being on TV for years.

André Peña (Luis): Forged a RE4 replica knife and gifted it to Nick on the stream. (Beautiful knife btw!) Did go to acting school, Luis is his first professional paid acting & voiceover role. He knew he was auditioning for RE4R as they forgot to change one name in the script and he saw the name "Saddler". The OG RE4 was the first RE game he played.

Marcio Moreno (Salazar): Is tall IRL, was on his knees to portray a short Salazar while the other actors were usually on stairs. Lived in Spain for 5 years and almost forgot the actual Spanish accent so he asked his brother's gf who is Spanish to record some lines in a Spanish accent so he could remember the accent again. Usually plays villains or "stereotypical Mexicans" in acting roles and was quite happy to play a Castellan role.

Also played the El Gigante, Verdugo, Dr Salvadore, the ganados, and one of the Bella sisters. He had fun playing monsters.

Christopher Jane (Saddler): Happy to play the villain. Was initially convinced that he was only hired for just the table read and not the actual game. The director had to tell him repeatedly he is playing Saddler for the entire gig.

Jon Bryant (Mendez): Is a singer and his actual voice sounds totally different from Mendez. He does sing in Mendez's voice near the end of the stream which is hilarious. Singing a birthday song in Mendez voice was funny.

Michael Adamthwaite (Merchant): Has English heritage on his mother's side so he channeled some British twang for the role. His maternal grandfather also sells real estate IRL (if I’m not mistaken) so “selling stuff” is in his blood. 😝 Had his 10 year old son on the stream and it was his birthday, what an adorable kid.

Mike Kovac (Krauser): Does stunts professionally, used to be a wrestler. Already had experience handling knives and brought a training knife onto set on the first day. The director was happy and open to more realistic knive movements for the characters.

Based Krauser’s voice off the wrestler Jake “The Snake” Roberts and also Metallica singer James Hetfield.

Lily Gao (Ada): This is her first time doing motion capture, had a fun time despite having all the gear strapped to all parts of the body. Got stuck to Nick via velcro on the mocap suit a few times lol. Mostly acted with Nick and "a few other people". (Other than sharing scenes with Saddler, cultists, Wesker, and chopper pilot, does this mean DLC on the way??)

Actually got booked for Ada in the WTRC movie before RE4R. Did research on Ada's character despite not playing any video games growing up and admires Ada's strong character. Her agent got an email from the RE4R crew to ask her to audition for the video game role 'cos the RER4 crew saw her role in WTRC. The crew wanted to finally cast an Asian actress in the role. Lily did see what the previous VAs did and found all variations to be beautiful. Lily sent in her audition and got the part.

Raylene Harewood (Hunnigan): Did not meet the rest of the cast while working on this. Was not familiar with the RE franchise. Did one audition tape for Hunnigan by pretending to be on a computer and talking to Leon, and then she got cast.

It's her first time doing motion capture as well. Was mostly in a booth with the camera gear and reacting to Leon's lines that were already recorded.

Craig Burnatowski (Wesker): Nick & Lily were the only two people he has met so far, saw some of the others briefly. This is his second time working on a RE game, his first RE game gig was RE Outbreak. The mocap for Outbreak was vastly different back then.

Did not know what franchise he was booked for until he walked onto set and asked what game it was. 🤣

Steve Kniebihly (Cinematics Director): Have been cinematics director for 20 years, recently did the direction for RE3R, RE4R, RE8. Mostly focusing on directing cutscenes. Did a balance between grounded & realistic scenes and also catering to the fans. The bingo line was actually something else during filming but he decided to ask Nick to try out the old line instead and it was kept in the end.

Even if someone screws up their audition, as long as he can vibe with them, he will go with them instead of people who read their lines perfectly. He also doesn't like assholes and can read people. He wants someone who is nice and can take directions well… Capcom also has a say who is cast for the role as well, not just Steve.

Nick Apostolides (Leon): Nick has not met the VAs for Hunnigan & Mike in person. Cooked meals for everyone on set and everyone was raving about his cooking, especially his barbecues. Was asked to come back to play Leon.

#crossbow down #resident evil #Ashley Graham #Luis Sera #Ramon Salazar #Osmund Saddler #Bitores Mendez #Jack Krauser #Ada Wong #Ingrid Hunnigan #Albert Wesker #Leon Kennedy

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MASTER LIST OF FICS

SMG34

Becoming Canon After a successful heist in getting the notebook back SMG3 and SMG4 confess their feelings to each other 2.Sequel to Becoming Canon The Next Step (not being worked on) SMG4 and SMG3 have become a canon couple, dating should be easy according to all the memes SMG4 has seen. But dating your rival of several years is anything but easy especially when SMG3 villain past comes to haunt him 3. Forklift Date SMG4 gets the courage to ask out SMG3 on a date and he is ready to wow his date with his style and Rizz forklift. 4.Azure Potion When SMG3 accidentally drinks a truth potion he ends up confessing his crush on SMG4 to Mario and Meggy. Sworn to secrecy the pair come up with a plan to find out Fours feelings and get the boys together. 5. Death of SMG3 (Angst Ask) 6. Meme Swap SMG4 and 3 decide to practice their meme powers and attempt doing their fusion spell but when Eggdog and Beeg SMG4 distract the men their spell ends up failing causing everyone to swap bodies. Now SMG4 and 3 need to figure out how to swap themselves back before their sons get into mischief in their bodies 7. Meme Swap side story's by @alianarepasa My friend did a side story check it out! 8. Mistletoe Wars SMG4 and 3 are fighting to see who is throwing the best Christmas party, but when someone brings a surprise mistletoe to the fight both men will end up having an unexpected heart to heart 9. Brewing Romance SMG4 starts to struggle with his finances when he learns living in his newly built castle is more pricey than he thought. So when he gets an invite to the grand opening of SMG3 Coffee n Bombs he manages to land himself a second job as the cafe waiter where both men will learn that coffee won't be the only thing brewing in this cafe 10.Beeg Fatherhood SMG4 is new to this parent business, so when Beeg acts out whats a father to do?

11.Tumblr Sexyman The crew receive a letter from SMG3 to join a tournament that can change the boys into men, the great tumblr sexyman tournament. The crew must go through multiple challenges to win tumblrs votes. Who will be victorious in this grand tournament? 12. Coffee Prince and the Frog SMG3 is a busboy with a dream to run his own cafe, he slaves away at his friends restaurant in hopes to save enough to open his cafe. But when a talking frog named SMG4 asks for a kiss to break a curse placed on him, the two will end up going on a journey that will change their lives forever. 13. True Color SMG3 was told by eggman to kill SMG4 his ex rival, deep down he knew he couldn't bring himself to harm someone he grew close to so he comes up with a plan to trick eggman. Except SMG4 wasn’t a part of the plan, the man on the floor crying not only over his dead meme but at the fact his friend and crush was about to kill him. Will SMG3 be able to live through his fight with Eggman and finally admit his true feelings, he better cause there's no way a great villain like him will lose!

14. Split Into Threes SMG3 just wanted to make himself a nice cup of coffee before the work day began, but when he takes a sip from his freshly brewed coffee and passes out he will wake up to a huge surprise. Three other versions of himself now run wild in the mushroom kingdom and he has to stop them before the world learns all his secrets.

15. Next Step With You (Reboot of The Next Step) SMG4 and SMG3 relationship changed after realizing their feelings in WOTFI 2023, now together the pair can take the next step together. That is until a strange gift arrives on SMG3's birthday making him face his demons from his past. 16. Six Split For Fours After the event of Splits into Three everything felt like things were back to normal, that is until Three’s boyfriend kicks down his front door announcing he has fallen under the same spell he did. Together they will learn the secret of the cherry potion and with SMG4 splits put an end to the evil gang's plan. 17. (vent fic) The Chains of a Fragile soul SMG4 world gets shaken when he learns that SMG3 is dating someone, with this news SMG4 starts to learn what these new strange emotions he is feeling are. With a love rival now appearing in the showgrounds can Four win Three heart or will he lose the battle to a mysterious new person?

18. (Vent oneshot) The break up- After so much failure SMG3 is done being in his boyfriends shadow and decides to find his own path.

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peterspinkrobe · 8 months

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Creature Comforts - Drabble

W/C: 1,575 (I know drabbles are supposed to be shorter but I have no self-control)

Warnings: mentions of male nudity, injury/blood, hurt & comfort

A/N: Happy (early) birthday to me!! NSFW version of cover image here @Ejpuki on Twitter is amazing and I’m commissioning another priest!Miguel piece from them for chapter 5. Go support them! I hope you enjoy this piece. As you can tell from my user, Peter’s robe is very dear to me ❤️👚

Once again forgotten by its usual wearer and not being used for its intended purpose, it splayed out across the boss’s command center. It observed without seeing and listened without hearing on the platform above the large, empty office of the arachno-humanoid-poly multiverse HQ. Unaware that its normal temperature from resting on the shoulders of Peter B Parker had long seeped into the cold surface of the table it sprawled on.

The new father had tossed the pink robe aside earlier that night after unstrapping his daughter Mayday from her restraints and unintentionally pawning her off on ‘Uncle’ Miles. A meganomily had been discovered ravaging an Earth who’s Spider-Man had yet to have their leap of faith. This type of distress signal called for the more trained, or at least in Peter B’s case the… older, Spiders to respond. Certainly not the time to have a toddler strapped to your chest.

They had returned from the successful yet grueling mission nearly an hour ago. The lack of sleep from keeping up with a spider baby and the intensity of the mission left him entirely drained. He only stopped by HQ before heading back home to MJ to pick up his daughter and some of those fancy 2099 epidermal patch bandages for his bruised and scratched body. The robe out-of-mind as he cocooned the spider baby in webbing to get her back to their dimension.

The soft hum of neon monitors is the only noise for a long while. The screens cast colors across the fluffy fabric of the robe. Suddenly the platform begins to lower.

Below it, Miguel O’Hara gathers his things for the long night of research ahead. The slow pace of the platform allows him plenty of time to pour a mug of much needed caffeine and collect himself before pouring into his work. It takes a lot of concentration not to limp around his office for the crew really took a beating, himself included. His body is covered in already blackening bruises and lesions that have only just started healing after patching himself up in the bathroom. No amount of super healing could so quickly mend the wounds he’d received from the emergency response mission.

He can’t help but wince when he looks up towards the floating office space coming down to meet him. He rubs his neck and knows that if he feels like this now, tomorrow will be hell. His overstimulated senses made it so that he stood bare below the declining platform. With it being so late, his doors locked, and Lyla on DND for the evening, he figured his naked figure shouldn’t be an issue since he wouldn’t be disturbed. He couldn’t even handle the lights of his digitized suit or be bothered to try and put clothes on his marked body. His blood felt as though it were on fire in his veins.

Any attempt at keeping his composure melted away in the shower he had taken earlier. The scolding water ran over cuts and mixed with his blood before draining at his feet. Finally alone, he cursed himself for putting the team in danger the way he had. He couldn’t help the tears fusing with the water droplets that fell onto his face. Mayday almost lost her father and Miguel could blame no one for himself.

The thought makes him wince again, but no tears. He only feels anger now. How had he not seen the blatant traps they were being led to by that particularly sadistic Doctor Octavius variant? He knew somehow that the Spiders were on their way to stop him and nearly killed them. Doc was now being held in a secure cell instead of the laughable rectangles the other variant villains waited inside for their turn on the Go-Home-Machine. Miguel needed answers, and intended on paying him a visit later.

After having dealt with the Spot, Miguel wondered just how many others out there knew how easy it was to alter the fate of the multiverse.

The analytical anger turns to annoyance as he steps onto the platform. Peter left that stupid robe laid over his desk again. The manchild knew nothing of boundaries and personal space. He grabbed it to toss it over the side of the platform, having to consciously keep his claws sheathed to not rip through the silly piece of attire. The only reason it’s not in shredded at this moment is because Miguel knows it helps Peter’s shoulders with the baby carrier. He also thinks of how she’ll rub the robe on her cheek when her eyes start to droop drowsily.

Miguel considers the image of the sleepy child nuzzling into the fuzzy robe and, instead of throwing it over the edge, brings the fabric to his own cheek. Hands hesitantly hold the pink coat against his face. The robe does not respond to the tightening grip as Miguel holds it against his chest.

The brooding man brings the bundle to his face and buries into the billowy housecoat. He inhales the various smells that stick to the coat: A blend of Peter’s cologne and MJ’s perfume waft towards him as well as a sourish scent that was no doubt the result of Mayday spit up. It smelled lived in. It smelled like family.

He allowed the material to unravel from his hands and he looked at the robe in its full view. He couldn’t tell the last time it had been washed, if ever. Upon closer inspection, he saw stains of different foods and drinks. It would be impossible to tell if it was Peter or his baby that made those messes. A small hole could be seen at the bottom of the robe’s hem, perhaps from the wear and tear of a mission. Miguel mentally cursed Peter for never taking care of his things but he knows that Peter B shows his love in different ways. Peter accepts the muck and stick, bathes in the imperfections of things.

Before Miguel can understand what he is doing, he starts to put an arm into one of the sleeves. Despite the mated bits on the coat, the inside is velvety on his heated skin. The feather-like material glides across his shoulders as he puts the robe on fully.

Miguel stands awkwardly beside the armchair on the platform as it ascends slowly back into the air above his office. His face burns hot thinking that someone finding him like this would be more embarrassing than if he was just nude. But the comfort of the robe softly fights back against his woes. The shaggy cloth hugs his skin in a way that doesn’t make him want to claw at himself.

Suddenly, a wave of nostalgia washes over him. He turns to his computers and looks for the file that flashed in his mind. He opens the file named “Christmas 2090 - Bike” and presses play. As the title suggests, the video opens on a zoomed in image of snow outside a window. It zooms out and slowly a Christmas tree and the furniture of a living in the future pan into view. The one recording shows the piles of presents under the tree and the decorations no doubt created by the child who darts into view. The video records her expression at the sight of the gifts and her running up to hug the one videoing. The child is smiling from ear to ear and her hair is still matted from her sleep that Christmas Eve.

Miguel takes a seat on the armchair and watches as Gabriella opens her gifts. He smiles softly at her enthusiasm. There is no sound, but Miguel can hear her bubbly laughter when she unwraps a large box containing her first bicycle. Tears threaten his eyes when the camera pans around to show himself looking into the camera. He is wearing a plush, plaid robe of his own in the video. Gabriella runs up to him and kisses her father on the cheek. A ghost of his former self watches through blurry vision at the family he used to have.

The videos begin to autoplay and Miguel huddles into himself watching the memories of his daughter dance across the screens. The robe unknowingly comforts the crumbled man on the couch, embracing him in unspoken softness. Fluffy pink patches of fuzz caress his skin when his body shifts slightly to lay back in the chair. The bathrobe holds him in a way he hasn’t been held in a long while and his eyes grow heavy in its embrace. Any semblance of a night of research is long gone as Miguel slumped into the chair, homemade family videos playing to an audience of a snoring man and a particularly soft, yet unaware, robe.

Even if Lyla is on Do Not Disturb, she can still see all. As an omniscient AI assistant it’s in her programming to bypass safewalls and get info she shouldn’t. She smiles at the scene of her large boss sprawled out in the chair, sleeping soundly. A sight that she hasn’t seen in the past few nights as he usually catches cat naps during his busy work days.

She may not be able to disturb Miguel, but she does send a message to Weaver - a Spider-Man whose hobby is tailoring. She includes the blueprints of a secret sewing mission for him:

A blue robe with a specific Spider logo embroidered on the chest.

#miguel o'hara #fanfic #across the spiderverse #peters pink robe #drabble #soft!miguel

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s0ft-d3cay · 22 days

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Small Thoughts and Movements

Shigaraki x Male Reader | Back in time to young blue hair Shigaraki(the new chapter hit me too hard man...), yes another healer reader because I think that's cool...and a happy birthday to the man...(THAT FUCKING CHAPT-) WARNINGS: Mentions of stains arrest, mentions of society being taken down, an underlying tone of desperation from Kurogiri, and angsty Shigaraki, no use of Y/N, reader is called healer by both Shigaraki and Kurogiri, not beta read

WC: 1,409

"How the hell did you know all of this would happen, healer?" Stepping into the bar, Shigaraki reading a newspaper headlining Stain’s arrest while Kurogiri stood behind the bar, silently keeping his area neat. Amusement and questioning swam around the blue haired villain It had barely been a day since your official meet up with him, half expecting him to at least dislike you. Instead, here he is talking to you as if you’ve conversation hundreds of times before. You did love when things worked out for the better.

"And a good afternoon to you too," huffing out a light laugh, walking over to sit in a chair away from him. Impatience took over him, rolling off in waves from your lack of response. Interest moving its way around the both of us from Kurogiri. "Well?" He tilts his head towards the bar, waiting an expression of what you assumed to be boredom if his face wasn’t covered.

"It’s mainly for public complacency. Everyone and anyone are going to be talking about Stain till there’s another ‘disaster,’ like most topics. It’s just a part of the system, once his fame simmers down then it’ll be on to the next one.” He's silent as you finished answering, fidgeting with the newspaper in hand. A feeling of disappointment and regret filled him like vines, crewing all around his being. Even as a leader of a villain group he still acted like a kid. Maybe he still is, you thought.

"What, expecting to headline with your little Nomu tantrum in the same day as Stain THE hero killer’s arrested?" You teased lightly, tone playful. Embarrassment and irritation clouds around him as he huffs, throwing the newspaper down. Conversations between the three of us slowly ramped up after an awakened beat, before Kurogiri speaks up about a ‘Master’.

"Typically, we wait on whatever Master wants us to do, mainly it has been Shigaraki himself recently.” The man behind the bar counter explained. The rest of the nights goes on until the topic of the league comes up again. "What does the league have to accomplish, aside from pressing the re-start button on the hero society, of course?” You asked.

"Collecting as many people as we can with the same mindset is the biggest concern the league has at the moment." Kurogiri answered point blank. "So, beef up all your foot soldiers and Nomu before moving to the final plan of killing All Might?" An air of confidence at your words, filling the leader with pride. The man next to you practically beamed at your words behind the mask. Taking the straightforward approach felt off, missing something important to the cause. Confusion and thoughts running rampant as Shigaraki cut into them. "Not what you were expecting, I assume?"

"Not exactly just, seems to lack a sort of…build up to your endgame. I mean, not even a single small mission planned to lead up to the big boss fight?" Shigaraki pauses to ponder your words, Kurogiri steps in. "You are indeed correct healer, though our plan seems simple, it will take not only time, but efforts to execute it correctly."

"We shouldn’t have too, If it wasn’t for that fucking brat and All Might to always ruin it!” The blue haired man cut in, frustrated with a voice of venom. His hands crumpling and disintegrating the newspaper. "The first year Midoriya, you think he might be caught up in all of this?" Not much of a question, more so a statement you brought up. "…could this potentially be a two sides of the same coin kind of situation?" Intrigued curiosity took over Shigaraki, there was a connection between them, that much was clear.

Kurogiri and you figured that out pretty quick, though the blue haired man couldn’t quite put the pieces together. "Yes, that is what we think. This young child is somehow connected to All Might." Connect by power, you thought not voicing it. To you it was blatantly obvious, the both of them share the same core energy. Only genetically, soulmates, and giving power has that effect. Your quirk had a sort of x-ray vision to people's quirks.

A build up of despair and frustration vines itself around the villain next to you. Wrapping up his legs, arms, and torso, completely suffocating the space around him. He shakes slightly, you could barely feel it, but one tiny sliver of fear was at the center of it all. You analyzed it to be a…familiar fear, his reaction of curling in on his self, and scratching at his neck violently. He then breaths out heavily before standing up and stomps out the door. His emotions are clashing and intertwining as he leaves the building. "My apologies, Shigaraki has a tendency of storming off when things become…overwhelming for him."

"I understand, it can take a lot for planning the end of a society. Let alone having not one, but two people standing in the way of it,” The other villain nods picking up the leftover glass, carefully cleaning it with a white rag. "Nonetheless, having someone such as yourself on our side, gives us a chance at the very least I believe." You nod back agreeing with his words.

He was right, you took a breath, holding up your glass towards Kurogiri. "Whatever it takes to change this world into a better one." Raising the glass before finishing what was left, sliding it over the bar. Standing up, making your way out until you feel apprehension reaching out at every step to the door. "Before you leave, there is something you must know." Pausing a few steps from the door turning away, giving him your full attention.

His emotions had been muted since you first met him. Until now, there is this pressure of thin air reaching out, pulling you in and away like the sea’s tide. It was like someone was wanting to escape but needing to stay for another’s sake, like someone trapped.

"If anything is to happen to me, I need to know you to look after the league, especially Shigaraki. I may not know you personally, but from what I can tell from the interactions between you two, I know I can." Unlike his usual words that match a poorly written script, these where the shouts of silent whispers ricocheting out. This was enough for you to know that this is a very personal ask from Kurogiri. He truly cared for the upcoming leader and as far as you can tell he trusted you all the same.

"If push comes to shove, I will if anything happens to you." His stance in swirling changed slightly at your answer. So small, you figure most would’ve brushed it off as wind or nothing at all. You, who are so heightened to everyone's emotions and feels knew better than most. He was thankful that you heard him. "Good, Shigaraki needs someone like you," you doubt his words. Sure you’ve proven yourself able to fight and talk the talk, but this was not at all what you expected.

"You’re very kind Kurogiri, I’ll take your word for it." Stepping out the bar, you walk down the hallway thinking everything over. The leagues endgame, whatever Kurogiri was and Shigaraki’s reaction. All of it interested you, even with the inevitable despair ending of society clasping you wanted the most. As tempting as having an entire year off without needing supplements, the potential of watching the world fall to its knees by its faults; sweet revenge was overdue.

Deciding on your answer, you make your way throughout the small hidden building. The night life thrives as you move your way on the sidewalk, passing drunks and groups of late workers on the way home.

Turning down an alleyway, you’re met with Shigaraki leaning against the left wall. Feelings of contemplation and exhaustion, his face covered. You take slow steps closer watching him silently. He calmed down a lot after the last you sensed him leaving the building only half an hour ago.

It was obvious he wanted to speak, staring hard at the ground with an intense irritation. Passing by him in large steps continuing through the alley, giving him the time to speak if he wished to before you disappeared into the night. "We’ll discuss your place among the League, Or rather if you are willing to fight in our party," he spoke.

"I’ll be here tomorrow then.”

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights of any of the characters I write about, all the rights go to their respective creators.

#male reader #shigaraki x male reader #tomura shigaraki x male reader #bnha shigaraki #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x you #Seraphimsbrainwritings

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our-happygirl500-fan · 11 months

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Leo is often shown to kind of be more skeptical than his brothers so I find it kind of funny that at least two members of the Hamato Clan are redeemed villains

Leo: Okay, anyone else think we shouldn’t follow a stranger we just met into who knows what-now?

Big Mama: Draxum? Whatever is a Draxum?

Leo: I’m sorry you’ve never heard of Baron Draxum?

It can be argued that Leo is often shown as more skeptical or arguably less trusting than his brothers which can be seen in the episode Bug Busters, & not only is Leo shown to be arguably more skeptical but when compared with the rest of his family he is also shown to be kind of less comfortable around villains.

Ghostbear: Peekaboo losers!

Mikey, Leo, April & Donnie: Ghost Bear!?

Raph: Oh! Love the new look! Oooh hey, can I get a quick selfie?

Mikey: There he is Todd, the brilliant chef and my personal hero

April: I just can’t quit you Warren Stone

Several villains that the Hamato Clan faces are people that they admire with Raph being a fan of Ghost Bear, Mikey being a fan of Meat Sweats & April being a fan of Warren Stone & they are shown to still be fans of them even when fighting against them.

Even when going against them, they still admire their skill’s & achievements. In contrast Leo is shown to be less comfortable or at least arguably less willing to help villains than the rest of his family.

Mikey: We haven’t found the armour and we can’t leave him to get eaten

Leo: Oh great, we get to save the guy who once repoed a birthday cake

When it comes to the villains that the Hamato Clan has faced Leo seems to have a harder time trusting or forgiving them as seen by the grudge that he holds against Draxum.

Leo: You threw me off a roof!

Mikey: Isn’t this nice? When’s the last time we all got together like this huh?

Leo: The time Draxum dropped me off a building?

Narrator: Red eared slider’s are peaceful & mostly harmless turtles but they can also be very territorial so don’t mess with their home or they might send you home

Red eared sliders are said to be territorial turtles so Leo’s skepticism or hesitancy to trust villains or former villains could stem from his protective nature of trying to keep his family safe from people who have previously proven themselves a possible threat. Which is why Leo has kind of shown reluctance or even confusion over working with former villains.

Raph: Dad!

Mikey: Draxum!

Donnie: April!

Leo: Foot Recruit?

Which makes the fact that two former villains ended up joining the Hamato Clan kind of funny since even with his skeptical nature, Leo still has to deal with his family adopting former enemies.

If you also take into account that the Rise crew have hinted that Big Mama’s Assistant is one of the Turtle’s missing siblings, if Rise had continued then Leo would have possibly had to deal with a third former villain joining his family.

It kind of feels like Leo is trying to protect his family by being the skeptical one & hesitant to trust anyone who has been shown to be willing to hurt his family & meanwhile his family keep on bringing former villains home.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #leonardo hamato #rottmnt #tmnt

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klbwriting · 2 months

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Broken Prism

Chapter 8

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Toddxfemale!Reader

Warnings: violence, blood

Summary: Jason has been working to extend territory, now he's trying to do some recon on Two-Faces operation, it doesn't go as planned

Jason really didn’t notice the season change from Fall into Winter, no one did in Gotham. The only difference was the rain changing to snow and the changing of the crime lords. Black Mask’s empire had fallen based on the information YN had supplied about his assistant. The GCPD threatened a long trip to Blackgate and they rolled over on him and the rest of his cronies. This worked fine for Jason, he still had the drug dealers and now with Black Mask out of the picture he had some new territory as well. The Narrows was his and he was working his way into the surrounding neighborhoods. He still had managed to give Batman the slip, much to Bruce’s annoyance probably. He knew that Nightwing was back around more now, probably trying to track him down but he wasn’t letting that happen. His next task was taking down Two-Face who had settled in Crime Alley and the Bowery. If Red Hood could conquer all of North Gotham, then he had a solid chance of really getting the crime rates down in the whole city.

He just wished he had a solid chance of getting his nightmares to stop. They were getting worse, egged on by the fact that Joker was out of Arkham. How fucking stupid could Bruce be? Why was that pile of garbage still alive? Jason wanted so bad to go storming into Wayne manor and demand answers, but honestly, what would that do? He knew when and how he wanted Bruce to see him again. When he had Joker’s head delivered on a platter to Bruce’s dinner table. Tell his mentor how Jason, not Bruce, was the one who had finally fixed Gotham. He knew what he was doing. Killing people, murdering people. Villains, not people. Jason closed his eyes tight, trying to will away the voices that had started going through his head recently. Bruce and Joker, one telling him he was worthless, the other telling him he was only a toy. None of it helpful. He shook himself, twisting a little on the fire escape as he watched the party going on in the museum below him. Two-Face was supposed to show up, rob a bunch of people, his whole crew was needing to be there for crowd control and Jason needed to know numbers, see exactly what kind of power Two-Face was working with before he started planning the ex-lawyer’s downfall. He had everything planned, knew the guest list, all of it. What he hadn’t expected was YN to walk in on the arm of Jim Gordon, followed by fucking Dick Grayson and Barbara Gordon. Fucking fantastic.

He slinked into a roof access hatch and ducked onto the third floor. He noted the guards, scanning them for weapons. They all were carrying standard issue walkies and handguns, except one. First floor near the back entrance. He had an extra walkie. That was the guy, the plant from Dent. He needed to get down there without being scene. There were enough wings and back staircases for employees that he could do this, he just needed to be quick about it. He started down a back staircase when he saw a shadow swoop to the lowest level past him. Batman.

Jason moved quicker, getting to the first floor just in time to watch Batman stand after incapacitating Dent’s guy. He turned, sensing Jason there.

When he came face to face with him Jason had a flashback to being fifteen again, trying to sneak a gun with him on a job. Bruce had been furious. He had been locked in his room for the night. Alfred came up around midnight to check on him, finding him wrecking some first editions Bruce had given him for his birthday.

“What are you doing Master Jason?” he asked, setting a tray of snacks on the desk. Jason looked at Alfred, clearly angry but also sad.

“Why doesn’t he just kill the bad guys? That way they can’t do any of this again,” he asked probably for the 100th time. Alfred sighed, sitting down on the desk chair. Jason collapsed on his bed, tossing the book. He knew in the morning he would be sick at what he’d done, but in the moment, he just wanted to destroy something that made Bruce happy. Bruce loved that Jason read all the time, that he wanted to read anything and everything.

“These gangsters you want so badly to shoot, do they have families?” Alfred asked. Jason looked at him, frowning. Bruce didn’t ask him follow-up questions when Jason complained about not killing. He just said it wasn’t their way and left.

“I don’t know,” he said finally. Alfred nodded and threw him a cookie. He caught it easily, taking a bite and noting to ask Alfred to teach him to bake next.

“Well, in most cases a person doesn’t commit a crime because it is fun or because they want to, they commit a crime because they are desperate. Tonight, you were not going after the Penguin or the Joker but a group of people who are trying to find a way to feed their families in a world that doesn’t accept them,” he said. Jason sat up, looking at the butler. “Instead of killing Master Wayne likes to try and fix first. Everything can be fixed if you try hard enough.” Alfred had been so very wrong about that.

The memory swam in Jason’s vision. He stared at Batman and Batman stared at him. He waited, Batman waited. Finally, Jason gave in.

“Didn’t expect to see you here tonight,” he said. Batman narrowed his eyes, looking over the younger crime lord, probably trying to figure out how many weapons he had.

“I wasn’t expecting company either,” he finally answered. “Have you come for more murder? Maybe another theft?” Jason shrugged, trying to keep his cool. It had been a long time since he’d heard Bruce try to talk to a criminal.

“I just came for recon, not a fight,” he said casually.

“Then why are you inside skulking around?” Batman asked. Shit. Just like Bruce to trip him up. Jason was too good for these mistakes. He could see in the way Batman moved his head he was listening to the comms in his mask. Probably something from Robin. “If you didn’t want a fight its too late.” Jason paled and was glad no one could see his face. He had hoped that taking out this guy would give him time to cause a ruckus, get everyone out before Two-Face showed up. Batman threw a smoke bomb and disappeared just as the backdoor burst open and in poured goons. Jason shot his grappling gun to the third floor landing again, disappearing before they started shooting. He moved quick, ignoring the guards on the top floor who were quickly distracted by the guys bursting through the glass ceiling. Jason perched on the railing, scanning the crowd. Where was she? Finally, he spotted you and jumped, tackling one of those repelling in off the roof. The guy was knocked from the rope, falling and hitting the ground with a sickening crack.

You weren’t trying to end up a hostage again when you let Jim talk you into attending the Gala in place of his wife who had gone out of town for a family emergency. You had just been talking to Dick and Barbara about the fancy parties they went to together and somehow Jim got you in as his plus one. It had been fun at first, the four of you standing off and chatting, Dick was particularly funny talking about some of the other rich patrons that he knew, telling stories about them that were highly embarrassing. You had sensed something was off when Dick stopped a story, seeming to be listening to something before giving Barbara a kiss and they both had disappeared, claiming they needed to answer a call. You of course knew that Dick was Nightwing, that wasn’t hard to figure out once you knew Bruce Wayne was Batman but considering Bruce hadn’t told anyone about your visit you kept that information to yourself. You looked around nervously and Jim asked what was wrong.

“I just have…” you didn’t finish as the roof burst, sending glass flying down. Jim pulled you out of the way of a falling shard that crashed right where you had been a moment before. You looked around, trying to see an exit but thugs were storming in, shooting at something above. Those people that weren’t imbedded or impaled on falling glass were cowering on the ground, trying to not get shot. Jim pushed you to a large column that could hide you both. He got on his phone, calling for backup and you removed the switchblade from your bag. He eyed you and you shrugged. This was a Gala in Gotham of course you came armed with something; you weren’t an idiot. He pulled his gun from his ankle holster, heading nodding for you to follow him. You figured he was trying to get you to the front door and maybe you could get out. You were slinking around another pillar when you stopped, seeing that the men on the ground were surrounding a single vigilante in a red helmet, still hanging on a rope from the ceiling. You froze. Jim motioned for you to follow, and you shook your head, pointing. Jim turned and frowned as the Red Hood faced off against at least two dozen armed men. He was holding the rope with one hand and the other was holding out a semi-automatic. Yes, it could shoot fast, but not fast enough to take out everyone. What was that idiot doing?

Harvey Dent walked into the center of the room, his good side facing you. He looked around at the bodies below and sighed. He seemed annoyed, like this wasn’t going to plan. If you had any real money to your name you would bet Red Hood had definitely not been a consideration. Dent walked over and picked up a dead lady’s purse, shaking some of the dripping blood from it.

“Guess this will take longer than expected,” he said before snarling up at Red Hood. “I’m a on schedule!” He took out the famous coin. You were trying to figure out where Batman and his crew were. Shouldn’t they be handling this? “Now, now, Red Hood is it? I hear you have been starting to creep onto my territory. I’m not a fan, so how about this. Let’s see what fate has in store for you tonight. Heads I tell my men to fire…tails…” he let out a shriek of pain as a bullet shot through his hand. Your mouth fell open as you saw the smoke clear off Red Hoods gun.

“Heads” Red Hood said before he jumped. The guns started firing but by the time they started Red Hood was already on the second floor over look, running into the darkened shadows. Screams went up from the living still in the main room before smoke started to fill it. Jim grabbed you this time, yanking as he could, then his hand was gone and you were grabbed by rougher hands, flinging you out onto the floor. You stabbed wildly and caught something, hearing a shout and a gun go off near your waist. You dove the opposite way and then felt another arm around you. It gripped you tight but not roughly, you felt calm at the touch. Red Hood and you went flying back up and he landed the two of you on the second floor. “Hide now, I’ll find you after.” You didn’t need told again, heading into one of the exhibit rooms. You knew there was a child’s play area here with a fake pyramid the kids could play in. You slid inside and took a few breaths to calm down as you waited.

Jason jumped back over the railing, joining Batman, Nightwing, and the new Robin as they fought. He let out a cry as a knife sliced his arm, but he shot at the attacker’s knee, incapacitating him. He shot again at another’s arm, leaving him alive but with need for amputation probably. Two-Face was starting to see that he was outnumbered so he fell back, running back out the back door. Once the room was clear Batman looked towards the front entrance where Gordon was waiting. He had seen the last hostage escape before closing the doors and walking into the room.

“Did you make a new friend?” he asked, eyeing Jason. Jason didn’t say anything, just looked at the other three. “You going to shoot me?” he asked when no one answered.

“No,” Jason said. Gordon nodded slowly and looked at Batman, clearly trusting that Bruce wouldn’t ally himself with someone untrustworthy.

“Do you need some time here? My guys are going to want to take evidence,” he said. Bruce nodded and Gordon left, knowing they needed time. Then he looked at Jason.

“Should we make introductions or does everyone know everyone already?” Nightwing said. Jason sighed, if he was honest he missed his big brother’s easy humor but right now he wanted to punch him.

“Well, guess I’ll start, I’m Nightwing, you must be Red Hood, and this is…” he motioned to the new Robin.

“Robin, I know who you are” Jason said. “I have some business to attend to, have fun with the mess.” He grappled to the roof, hoping they wouldn’t follow. He waited silently for several minutes and then peeked back in, making sure that they were distracted with the evidence before he slid in silently again. He wound his way down to wear his scanner still showed a heat signature in the Egyptian wing. He slid into the pyramid and removed the helmet. Before he could stop YN she was hugging him and despite everything, the insecurity, the fear, the self-loathing, all the things he wanted to say to stop himself from getting this close to her died in his throat as he felt her arms around him.

“You saved my life, again,” she said. Jason let out a sigh and pulled back, looking down at her. He opened his mouth. “Don’t, just shut up and enjoy the win please.” He closed it and nodded. “Thank you.”

“You weren’t supposed to be here, what were you doing with Gordon?” he demanded, pulling back some. YN rolled her eyes.

“He invited me. I have been hanging out with Dick and Barbara recently and we got to talking about Galas, his wife couldn’t attend so he invited me just to see what it was like, dress up, all that,” she said. She looked at the tattered remains of her dress and sighed. “I rented this thing; I am going to owe so much for it.”

“I’m sure Dick will pay for it,” Jason said. She nodded.

“O he better, that or Bruce,” she said. He frowned. “O sorry, did you think I didn’t know him either? I know them all, except for your replacement, I am not sure about meeting that one yet, might punch him in the face just for the hell of it.” Jason couldn’t help the small that came from that.

“You should go home, I’m sure you can just wander downstairs and Gordon will take you home,” Jason said. She nodded again.

“Can I know your name yet?” YN asked before he left the pyramid. Maybe it was the high of feeling her in his arms, the fact that her smile was keeping the thoughts he normally had about himself at bay, or something else but he finally relented.

“Jason, my name is Jason.”

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