#hotheaded brother (ace)

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello!~

Can you do a whitebeard x fem reader?

Basically the reader is whitebeard biological daughter and she's the stagetist of the whitebeard pirates

She's only a year younger than ace who has this HUGEEEE crush on her and is willing to do anything (kinda found this ironic considering that ace is Roger son and the reader is the whitebeard bio daughter)

The reader is often referred as the " Gem of pirates", "The of Lady of whitebeard pirates", and " Lady name"

The reader is often baby by others but knows how to fuck up someone

How would ace and her first interact? How he courts her? Maybe the crew getting protective once they learned her and ace dates

(Maybe set in where thatch, whiteboard, and ace lived pls)

Can you also based reader outfit out of this? Oh~ and maybe her weapon can be like a gun hidden within the umbrella

-It had taken so many attempts, so many failures, for Ace to join Whitebeard’s crew, and while initially annoyed, Whitebeard grew fond of the hotheaded young man who never seemed to give up, and he fit in with all his other brats.

-Your papa knew that you could handle yourself, you wouldn’t have been on the ship otherwise if you couldn’t, and everyone knew that you could and will put anyone in their place, papa included.

-You were known throughout the world as Whitebeard’s Daughter, but you were also referred to as Gem of Pirates, as you were like a gem, closely guarded by your papa and your ‘big brothers’, and nobody was allowed to get close to you.

-However… Whitebeard could only stare across the deck of the ship, seeing you, his biological child and only daughter, smiling and laughing with many of the others, while Ace looked at you like he was a lovesick pup.

-During Ace’s journey of joining, you had been watching from afar, so he had never met you until he officially joined when you came out during his welcome party, as your dad used anything as an excuse to drink.

-When Ace first saw you, all his previous confidence drained out of him instantly as he turned bright red and could only speak gibberish to you, which quickly had the whole ship laughing at him and they had never let him live it down on how shy he was with you.

-You thought it was rather cute to be honest, to see him so flustered, he wasn’t like the normal pigs who would go after you, treating you with no respect, Ace was a gentleman, calling you Lady Y/N, something that quickly went through the crew and soon everyone was calling you that, something you thought was annoying at first, but it grew on you.

-Papa trusted you, he knew that you could handle Ace, if he were to ever try something, but something, in his gut, told him that Ace wasn’t that type of man, but still, papa must worry, as having such a pretty daughter comes with big responsibilities!

-Plus, you also had a crew full of brothers who wouldn’t hesitate to throw hands for you, if you were to ask them too, so you were completely safe!

-This was something Ace learned early on, when he tried getting closer to you, as many took him to a secluded area on the ship and threatened him that if he were to try anything, they wouldn’t hesitate.

-As he learned, spending time with the crew and the ship, Ace soon was another of your protectors, not hesitating to leap first if he felt like you were being disrespected, which caused more problems for you.

-You already had to play babysitter with a lot of these impulsive idiots, you didn’t need another, especially one who was a hot head and had a flame Devil Fruit ability!!

-Ace was so soft on you, to him, you hung the stars in the skies just for him, and he is unworthy of your attention, but he wants it all for himself.

-However, he still gets shy if you look directly at him, unable to maintain eye contact with you, something you thought was really cute, poking his cheek as you teased him playfully while all the others picked on him.

-Whitebeard could only watch with a grin on his face, seeing Ace leaping up at Marco and Thatch, looking like a demon, “You bastards!!” as you leapt, grabbing the back of his pants to keep him from killing the other two commanders, “Knock it off, you idiots!!”

-Whitebeard enjoyed seeing his brats so lively, all of them.

#one piece #portgas d ace #whitebeard #ace x reader

[cozage]

OMG HIII I LOVE YOUR WRITINGGG this is gonna be my first request ever (literally having a nervous breakdown) but I wanted to request a fem reader who is the bio daughter of whitebeard and comes back after 2 years of shinobi training to meet the new crew member Fire fist ace! and can you pls make it a short fic (I cannot fathom the words of how obsessed I am with this man IFDFJDKDGJK) (also can she have a DF that's associated with lava? pls and thank you *literally bowing*)

A/N: God this was so adorable to write. I'm so obsessed with this fun little story. Literally once I started writing I couldn't stop. thank u 

Characters: female reader, Ace, Marco, Whitebeard & Crew

Cw: alcohol, drunk reader

Total word count: 2.3k

Part 2 | Table of Contents | Read on A03

The Daughter’s Return Chapter 1: The Promised Position

The vivre card in your hand continued to move forward, but you could see the familiar outline of the Moby Dick ahead of you, and you grinned at the sight of being so close to your family again. You had been training for two years, and you couldn’t wait to catch up with your friends and your father after being apart for so long.

Your small boat looked even tinier as the giant ship loomed closer to you, but you weren’t concerned. Blue flames shot into the sky from the blue ship, and you sent out a stream of lava into the air in return. It was your code to the first division commander and friend, proof that you were who they were expecting. 

You saw a creature with blue flamed wings shoot into the sky, and you gathered up your things. You only had a small backpack and a few bags of food, so there wasn’t much to pack up. You said goodbye to your small raft, thanking it for its usefulness during your journey.

Marco landed on your boat, and you squealed in delight seeing your brother again. He wrapped you up in a hug and spun you around, laughing gleefully at your return. 

“Pops is going to be thrilled to see you,” he said, sitting you down. He ruffled your hair affectionately, smiling at you. “Missed you, kid.”

“Missed you too, Marco,” you said, grinning at him. You picked up a bag, handing it off to him to carry back to the ship. 

“You’ve grown!” he commented. “I can’t look down at you anymore.”

You gave him a cheeky grin. “I’m stronger too.” 

“You better be!” He laughed. “Pops didn’t smuggle you into Wano for you to come back the same!”

“Maybe he’ll finally make me commander now.” You stared up at the ship, thinking of the goal you’d been working towards since the beginning of your training. 

“About that…” Marco trailed off, and you shot him a suspicious look. 

“What?”

He sighed, deciding to prepare you. “Pop’s filled the second division commander seat, actually.”

“What?” you hissed. “You’re joking.”

“I’m not.”

“With who?” you demanded. You refused to believe him. “I thought nobody wanted it.”

“It’s a new guy.”

“A new guy?” you scoffed. “You’re pulling my leg, Marco. It’s not funny.”

Marco looked nervous talking about it. “Let’s go see Pops, alright? He’ll explain.” 

You scowled, and your stomach clenched in anticipation. “Yeah, let’s go. I have some words to say to him.”

Marco wrapped his arms around your torso and extended his phoenix wings. “I’m glad to see you’re still a hothead.” You could hear the teasing in your voice, but you weren’t in the mood for jokes anymore. 

“Shinobi training can’t fix everything,” you grumbled. You could feel your skin getting warm, a sign you were letting your emotions get to you. 

You heard a lot of low whispers and mumbling, but you paid the new recruits no mind as you stormed across Moby Dick. Your father wasn’t on the deck, so you continued on to the command room. 

“DAD!” you screamed, and you could see some of the newer members slink away from you in fear. A part of you felt some pride to have such an impact, but you were too pissed to revel in it.

You slammed the command room door open to find your father speaking with another man you didn’t recognize, but you paid the guest no mind. You were too focused on settling the score of the second division commander seat.

Whitebeard smiled at you. “Y/N! You’re-”

“You bastard!” you shrieked. You pulled out a kunai, pointing it at your old man. “You promised!”

The unknown man threw a knife and knocked the kunai out of your hand, and you turned to glare at him. He was shirtless and was wearing an obnoxious orange hat, and he was returning your gaze with a look of equal irritation. 

“Stay out of this, newbie,” you hissed at the man. 

You reached into your pouch to grab another kunai, but he lunged at you, grabbing your wrist to stop you.

“I don’t know who you are,” the man said in a low, dangerous voice. “But you have no right attacking Pops the moment you get on our ship.”

“Stay out of my affairs,” you snarled. 

You turned your wrist to lava rocks to burn his hand, but at first the man didn’t react. You frowned, turning up the heat to liquidize your arm into magma, and finally the man pulled away in pain. He looked down at his hand in shock, as if he wasn’t expecting to be burned. You couldn’t blame him. It’s not everyday someone’s skin turns into boiling liquid. 

Whitebeard laughed loud and hearty, breaking the tension between you and the man, and you refocused your anger back to your father. 

“Never a dull moment with you around, kid! It’s great to have you back,” he laughed, and your face flushed with anger. 

“You promised me a commander position when I got back,” you yelled at him. “Who the hell did you give it to instead?”

Whitebeard laughed even harder. “That would be Ace.”

“Who the hell is Ace?” you hissed. 

The shirtless man raised his hand. “Uh-”

“I said stay out of my affairs!” You could feel steam coming off your head. Sometimes that happened when you got too angry.

The man pointed at himself. “Me. I’m Ace.”

You could feel your insides turning hot, lava coursing through your veins. 

“You’re joking,” you said. You glanced at your father, who was still smirking at the two of you. “He’s joking, right?”

You father raised his eyebrows, his gaze darting between the two of you, but he said nothing.

“Portgas D. Ace,” the man said, holding out a hand to you. You rolled your eyes and turned away from him, facing your father. 

“This guy?'' Your voice was full of skepticism. 

“Hey!” Ace yelled from behind you. “Don’t underestimate me!”

“I could squash you like a bug,” you shot back, still refusing to look at him. “Dad-”

“The decision was made with good reason, my girl,” Whitebeard said. “You’ll be working alongside him closely in the second division.”

“No, I won’t,” you laughed, rolling your eyes at his suggestion. 

“Yes, you will.” You could hear the seriousness in your father’s voice, the warning of consequences thick in his tone. 

You decided it was best to not outright defy him, and you switched your tactic from stubborness to logic.

“I’ve always been under Marco,” you reasoned.

“You’ll be better suited in the second division now.” You could feel Ace smirking behind you, and you resisted the urge to turn around and punch his teeth out. 

“Let me get this straight,” you said, trying to keep a level voice. “You give my commander position away and then tell me I have to work under the guy who took it from me?”

Ace laughed. “The second division position has been open for-”

You flicked a volcanic rock back at him, and he yelped in pain. 

“Marco is a fire user like me,” you worked to plead your case further. “And I know him. I would work better under him.”

“The first division is a medical division now,” your father explained. You could see you were testing his patience, but you didn’t care. “Your talents are better served on the offensive front, which Ace leads.”

“But-”

“Plus,” your father added, cutting you off. “Ace is a fire user as well.”

You felt warmth spring up behind you, but you refused to give Ace the satisfaction of being acknowledged.

“Dad-”

“I’m not wavering on this decision,” he said with finality. 

You felt your father’s conqueror’s haki spread out over the ship, and you knew that you had lost the argument. You could hear Ace stumble slightly behind you, and you resisted the urge to argue even further over the man’s weakness. At this point it would only make your father angry, even if you were right. 

“Fine, fine,” you sighed, giving up. There’d be plenty of time to talk with him about the position and prove your worth. “Can we at least have a party?”

Whitebeard’s overwhelming presence disappeared and his jolly laugh returned in an instant, already forgetting your alls squabble. He stood up, wrapping you in a comforting embrace, leading you past Ace and out onto the deck. 

“My daughter has returned home!” he shouted, and the crew cheered. “Prepare a feast!”

--

At least the party life on the Moby Dick hadn’t changed at all. You could still beat just about anyone in a drinking contest, and by halfway through the night, your mind was cloudy from the alcohol. 

You took a step away from the party and the fun to get a moment alone with the stars. You took a drink of the ale in your tankard, staring up at the million lights in the sky and thinking about how different the constellations looked during your time in Wano. You were so close to that country and those people, yet so far. 

“I think we got off on the wrong foot,” a male voice said behind you, startling you from your thoughts. 

You glanced back to find Portgas D. Ace walking towards you, looking up at the night sky. He was attempting to be casual about the whole thing, as if he had randomly found you here, but you could tell that he had most likely searched you out on purpose.

You rolled your eyes and turned away from him. He wasn’t even worth giving the time of day. He hadn’t done anything to prove he was anything special yet.

But Ace obviously wasn’t willing to give up that easily, because he came and stood directly next to you. His eyes were still on the sky, just like yours were. 

“I just feel like since we’re going to be working together, we should probably get to know each other a little better,” he said. 

You thought of plenty of snarky responses, but said none of them. You knew the silent treatment would be the best way to shut him down. Portgas D. Ace was not your friend. You wanted nothing to do with him. 

“Are you happy to be back on the ship?”

Still nothing came out of your mouth. You didn’t even look his way, you simply took another long drink. But you could see him starting to pout. It was only a matter of time before he gave up and returned to the party. You just had to keep your mouth shut. 

“All the guys said you had a pretty smoking ability. But I dunno, I think my fire ability is pretty hot.”

You scoff at that. “I’m hotter,” you shot back. 

Damn him. He could rile you up, and he knew exactly how to. You could see him smirk in the corner of your eye, and you cursed yourself for being so easy to manipulate. 

“That’s what they all said too,” he said quietly, a smile still lingering on his face. 

You turned to look at him, your face full of frustration. “What do you want?” 

He seemed surprised by your question. “What do you mean?”

“Why are you speaking to me?” you demanded. “What do you want?”

“Wh-No-I just-” Ace stammered, trying to find his words. 

You stared at him, your scowl deepening every time he started his sentence over. 

“You’re Whitebeard’s daughter, aren’t you?” he finally asked. 

“Yeah. And?”

“I’ve just heard a lot about you,” he said. 

“And?”

“I dunno,” he said. “You intrigued me.”

You scowled at him. “What the hell does that mean?”

“I dunno!” He let out an exasperated sigh, turning his gaze to the stars. “You were just this larger than life story people always told since I got on this ship. Everyone always had something to say about you. I guess I just wanted to know how much of it was true.”

“All of it is true,” you said.

Ace let out a laugh, and then clamped his hand over his mouth to stop himself. “I really hope not.”

Your eye twitched, and you could feel your skin starting to tingle. “If people are lying about me, they’ll pay for it.”

“Marco talked about you like you were this sweet little kid.”

“Marco’s delusional.”

Ace laughed again, and this time he didn’t stop himself. You found yourself smiling along with him. 

“He definitely sees the best in people,” Ace said.

You shot him a look. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You could see Ace tense. “Oh, nothing! I-”

You let out joyous rings of laughter now, and you see Ace give a strained smile, mostly unsure of how to react to your sudden friendliness. 

“You’re funny, Portgas D. Ace.” You go to take another sip of alcohol, just to find your cup empty. You frowned at it, and turned to go find more booze. 

“I’ll get it,” Ace offered, holding out his hand to take your cup. “I’m empty too.”

You nod, handing it off to him. The party was so loud anyway. You preferred the quiet atmosphere this late in the night. He strode away, and you watched him go, your father’s emblem displayed proudly on his back. He still wasn’t anything special, but at least he wasn’t scared of you like half of the crew. 

You hadn’t realized how much alcohol you had drank throughout the night until you were alone, and suddenly the world was spinning. You laid down on the deck to get your bearings, and then found yourself stuck there. 

When Ace came back, he found you sprawled out, staring upwards. 

“You okay?” he asked. He bent down to look at you, his face obscuring part of the sky. 

You giggled. “Your freckles look like stars.”

“You’re drunk.”

“No you’re drunk.”

He chuckled. “Your insults get worse as the night goes on.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, and then patted the deck next to you. “Come lay down.”

He obliged, his head resting next to yours. “What are we looking for?” he questioned. 

“Shhhh!” you hissed, pressing a finger to his mouth. “You’ll scare them away.”

You felt his lips turn upward against your finger, but he was quieter when he spoke. 

“What are we looking for?” he whispered. 

“Shooting stars!” you whispered back. 

“Oh,” Ace whispered. “Of course.”

“Tell me when you find one,” you said quietly. “I’m going to rest my eyes for a minute.”

You’re not sure if he ever found one. You were asleep before he responded.

#im a sucker for stargazing SUE. ME!!!! #one piece #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #one piece x you #portgas d ace #portgas ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #portgas d ace x y/n #portgas d ace x you #ace x reader #ace x y/n #cozage #the daughters return #✧˚ace✧˚

[hallownoxie]

Portgas D Ace as a Father

4am headcanons

Reader is afab (due to preganunun)

He can't wrap his mind around the idea of you carrying his child. One hand hes over the moon but on the other hand hes terrified of fucking up.

Boy has both mommy AND daddy issues ™️

The baby would make him actually want to seek getting help with his sever mental state.

Cue the journey of: Getting legit mental help with out getting arrested and executed.

Ace would legit run your funds dry by trying to grt everything under the sun.

He would also try to read a parenting book, only to realize theres too many big words and needs your help.

Ace would track Luffy down to tell him the good news and oh god the terrifying news that Luffy is an uncle-.

Somehow you get front row seats to Ace finding out Sabo is alive, beats the ever loving shit out of Sabo and ends up crying like a littlw bitch while cuddling Sabo.

You are eventually remembered and introduced to both brothers... 😅

Did you tell Dadan yet?

I haven't even told Gramps, what do you think?

Ace's big fear is saying something hes gonna regret, hes a lot more hotheaded and emotional out of Sabo and Luffy.

He doesn't want to say anything bad like the multiple times he heard Dadan call him demon, or wishing to get rid of him while she was drunk venting.

Because that shit stays with you...

After months of brainstorming Ace settled on a name for the girl! You got full dibs on tbe boy's name.

He decides Peony if you both are having a babygirl.

When your daughter is born? You got half the damn crew in the room.

Ace had to fight his brothers to actually hold his fucking daughter.

God he was a blubbering mess over the poor newborn, he refused to set her down for hours and took over majority of the baby care.

Your child is the safest baby on the damn planet with Uncle Pirate King and Uncle Revolutionary Leader fighting for your attention.

Plus your daddy too.

But thats ok because its worth seeing the pure joy and happiness in Ace's face when he stares at you both...

#one piece #portgas ace x reader #portgas ace x you #one piece portgas d ace #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n

[mamamittens]

Oh, Sweet Child of Mine (Pt. 14)

Platonic Yandere Whitebeard Crew (Ft. Others) & Reader Insert

Main|First|Previous

Warnings: Yandere behavior, uh... technically but not really vore (I apologize for any PTSD flashbacks that word gives you) but really just being in the mouth of a large creature, and of course, burn related injuries. If yandere content makes you uncomfortable, please do block the tag 'oh sweet child of mine' as well as any variation of 'one piece yandere' that you feel is necessary.

Ngl, I kinda thought I was funny implying that the reader died. Oh well.

Word Count: 1,865

Marco had, on occasion, wondered if the only reason he had never experienced an ulcer or heart attack was because of his fruit.

He did not, however, consider testing that theory by racing against a literal volcano to save his hotheaded brother.

He had seen you look at him, desperately trying to communicate a single word to him.

Run.

He’d already started to dive down to cut off whatever insane stunt you were about to pull when you reached your arm back and pressed it against Akainu’s jacket. The marine looking down at you in shock. If you said something else, he didn’t register it.

Decades as a pirate on the Grand Line, and even he struggled to mentally piece together the next thirty seconds.

He saw Ace. He was definitely reaching down to grab him while Akainu was distracted.

Then what seemed like the literal gates of hell was thrown open. Heat so strong he felt fire in his lungs as he was thrown through the air, Ace clutched in his talons by mere seconds. The world tumbling and spinning as he was spat out of a cloud of smoke so thick he thought he closed his eyes if it wasn’t for the burning in them. Wings thrashing to regain balance, healing several times over as he struggled to remain airborne under his own power.

Ace was spitting and coughing, clutching Marco’s legs as he gasped for air long after Marco managed to stabilize them.

Marco could only circle what was once a relatively normal island in horror.

Roughly around where they were just moments ago was a caldera, bubbling magma still erupting forth with plumes of toxic gas. The land flattened and carved away from the force, cracks spilling more lava outward. Boats were capsized at the docks and at sea where people ran once the fight started, the people screaming as the water rushed back to claim the space it had once occupied. With force.

The ocean rushed back over the island, spilling into the magma pit and burying it in water. Gas boiling up. After several moments, the water returned to it’s normal level at the ruined shoreline. The pit now a boiling lake. If Akainu had still been there… he was dead now.

Marco dropped several feet as the realization sank in.

You were probably dead too.

Marco looked around desperately across the water, trying to see you clinging to a boat or people. Anything. But there was nothing but chaotic waves and people sighing in relief that it was over. You were gone.

Marco let out a low, sad trill, leaning down to brush his beak in Ace’s hair, nipping his ear to console the young man before starting a much more sedate flight to the nearest inhabited island. Ace clutching his talons as he sobbed, his tears falling to the sea.

--*--

It was dark. Dark and humid. A low buzzing sound vibrating your beaten body as you breathed shallowly. Everything hurt. You could only lay on the weirdly soft, wet thing. Struggling to breath. The taste of sea salt and rancid fish permeating your skin.

There was a high keen, probably from yourself, and the floor seemed to lurch. The buzzing intensified as light spilled in. You clenched your eyes shut as the sound of the ocean overwhelmed you. Fresh air spilling in with the cry of seagulls.

After a long moment orientating yourself, you opened your eyes again.

You were in a mouth.

You were in a mouth!

Laying in a sad, wet pile on a tongue with front row seats to rows and rows of sharp teeth. At least, you assumed they were teeth. Your glasses were gone so it looked more like fingers. You scrambled to sit up but your body screamed out in agony, forcing you to lay there instead.

“W-W-What…?” You murmured.

“Maaaaooooo~! Maaaaoooo~! Mao!” The cry echoed around you, your overstimulated body protesting the cheery vibrations. Despite the pain, you grinned. Eyes watering as you sobbed in relief.

“M-Mao! B-Baby! You saved me!” You laughed, crying as the movement pulled on your injuries… well, everywhere. “You saved me… C-Can you take me to an island, baby? I-I need help. You—you did so good clever baby but I’m not o-out of the woods yet.” You panted, body protesting any attempt to get comfortable as Mao closed their mouth back. The buzzing vibrations rolling out as you felt them speed up.

You closed your eyes and tried to rest. Resolutely ignoring how you planned to get help. Walking… was probably out of the question.

Thankfully, Mao had planned for that.

Their mouth opened back up to panicked screams.

“H-Holy fuck! It’s going to eat us!” Light spilled in as Mao’s tongue moved out slowly.

“I-It’s tasting the air for our scent!”

“By the seas, what is it doing?!”

“I-I don’t want to die like this!”

“?!”

“Wait! What the fuck?! What the fuck?!”

“I-Is that a person?! On it’s tongue?! A warning?!” You shivered as a cool breeze swept over you.

“A-Ah… is it… getting them help?”

“Let me just… uh… nice sea king?” You hissed as hands slowly swept under you. “Easy there, you’re in rough shape if even a sea king won’t eat you.”

“M-Mao’s a precious baby!” You protested with a pained gasp as you were lifted up into steady arms. “I-Isn’t that right, clever baby?”

“Mmmmmaaaoooo~! Maaooo~!” You opened your eyes and saw only smears of pinks and blues. Giggling dizzily as you collapsed into the stranger’s arms.

“Bbbbbaaaabbbyyy~!”

“I think they’ve been fried.” Someone whispered.

You only chuckled, eyes sliding closed as you passed out.

You came to wrapped up like a mummy, burns and cuts treated with an IV in your arm for fluids. Yeah, after all that fire and lava, you were probably pretty dehydrated. Your clothes had to be tossed, replaced with a simple shirt and loose pants. Marine neckerchief reduced to little more than a rag, though the iron bracelet was still firmly in place—it had even given you some burns from being heated up. Your host was a lovely young couple who ran an inn. A local doctor checking in on you every day for the past week.

You were quite a ways from Banaro island now. Several islands over, in fact. Mao had dropped you into the arms of a fishing vessel that quickly left the devastated area due to the lack of fish and excess amount of toxic ash.

You still didn’t have any glasses, so you were fairly useless in helping out around the inn for the trouble while you healed up. Instead keeping the wife company at the front desk. Thankfully, the bandages had been dialed down compared to when you woke up. Now just wrapping up your arms, hands, and legs. You did have a sunburn though, considering what you escaped, you called it good.

You rubbed your eyes a little, laying your head on the desk as you rattled the little bit of chain left in the air. At the very least, you wanted to get rid of the damn thing. Bolt cutters or something. Laying on it bruised your wrist and it was starting to rust up your bandages from sheer damage.

“Oh! Hello! Are you here for a room?” You sighed, wondering when the news coo would finally deliver a paper to inform you if Marco and Ace survived.

A gentle hand steadied your arm and the sound of metal breaking broke the silence. You shot up in surprise as the bracelet clattered to the desk, ripped clean in half.

Shocked, you looked back, eyes squinting furiously as you tried to make sense of the shapes. Tan skin color smear with a dash of orange at the top. A tan redhead? The hand reached out to your face, ignoring how you flinched backwards.

As the calloused hand cupped your cheek, you sensed a devil fruit for the first time since Banaro.

Cinnamon and campfire. Laughter and smoky night skies.

“You’re alive…”

“You made it!” You both whispered at the same time. You laughed, tears falling as you blindly leapt forward to hug him. “Ace!” You cried, body protesting harshly to your relieved affections. You squeezed your eyes shut, letting the tears fall despite how it burned your eyes.

Strong arms carefully wrapped around your body, rubbing over the fabric and bandages like he couldn’t believe it. His body jerking as your shoulder grew wet.

Birdsong and incense. Fireworks at twilight.

Another hand brushed your cheeks, wiping away your tears and blue fire popped over your body weakly.

Laughing louder, you opened your eyes to find Marco in front of you, gently pressing his forehead against yours. Blue eyes red with tears as he chuckled.

“Found you.”

You reached out and tugged him closer, sniffling as he joined the tearful reunion.

“Y-Yeah. You did.”

Even weakened as you were, the close contact with Marco’s fruit eased your pained body. Fire flickering through your bandages every few seconds like a dying flame.

“We’re taking you home.” Ace promised into your shirt. “Everyone was worried sick. Thatch almost broke out of the med bay to go with us.”

Your breath hitched.

“…He’s alive?” You asked softly. Marco chuckled, kissing your temple.

“Yeah. He’s tough like that.” Marco shifted but didn’t let go of Ace nor yourself. “Have you been taking care of them?”

“U-Uh, yes! Well, Doctor Mills has been watching over them too, but they’ve been resting here for a week now.” Your hostess answered in shock.

“Thank you. We almost skipped this island to go straight back to Oyaji. But Ace convinced me to rest more. We’ve both been ran ragged for months. We’ll compensate you but… can we get a room to rest in? Just one. We can share a bed I just… we’ve had too many close calls recently.” Marco asked. You snorted a little.

More amused than anything else, you wondered how much of that request was to ensure you didn’t try to run off.

It was hard to get either of them to let go long enough to collapse in a large bed. Marco and Ace deliberately making sure you were in the middle as they carefully inspected your injuries. Marco pressing his flames into what seemed worse off. Already you felt leagues better than before. You yawned, rolling your eyes as Ace poked at the bruises on your wrist from the chain. You pulled him down and wrapped your arms around his chest, satisfied that you barely felt a twinge from the movement.

After a moment, Marco laid down too, bringing the blanket over your shoulder and tucking his chin over your head.

“We have a lot to talk about.” Marco whispered into your hair. You hummed sleepily.

“I know… hey, Marco?”

“Yeah?”

“… I’m glad my stupid gamble paid off.” There was a huff of air at the back of your head. “I’m glad you’re both okay. I thought Admiral Akainu was going to kill you.”

“You’re grounded for a year when we get back.” You couldn’t help but giggle a little.

“How lenient.”

“Don’t push it.”

#one piece yandere #platonic yandere #yandere whitebeard crew #yandere ace #yandere marco #oh sweet child of mine #reader insert #healing cuddle pile before setting off to go back home

[dissociationswagcompetition]

THE DISSOCIATION SWAG COMPETITION BRACKET IS HERE!!!

Click for better quality as Tumblr likes to eat quality! Goodness RIP my art program putting in all of these characters and texts hahaha!

All characters, including names and media, as well as which group they're in and when their versus poll will open are all under the cut!

ROUND 1

Round 1 will be broken up into four groups to avoid having too many polls at once

Group A - Tuesday, Feb 14, 2023

Patrick "Pat" Sprigs/Rey Sprigs (Mega Man Star Force) vs Crona (Soul Eater)

Darcy Wu (Amphibia) vs Raiden Ei (Genshin Impact)

Steven Universe (Steven Universe) vs Kris Dreemurr (Deltarune)

Ferb Fletcher (Phineas and Ferb) vs Benrey (Half Life VR but the AI is Self Aware)

Jaime Lannister (Game of Thrones) vs Maxim Kischine (Castlevania Harmony of Dissonance)

Sunny/Omori (Omori) vs Yugi Muto/Yami/Atem (Yu-Gi-Oh)

Uendo Toneido/Patches/Kisegawa/Owen (Ace Attorney) vs Harrier Du Bois (Disco Elysium)

Razputin "Raz" Aquato (Psychonauts) vs Dirk Strider (Homestuck)

Group B - Wednesday, Feb 15, 2023

Abed Nadir (Community) vs Olivier Mira Armstrong (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood)

Yellow Guy (Don't Hug Me, I'm Scared) vs Jeanne-Marie Beaubier/Aurora (Marvel Comics)

Ienzo (Kingdom Hearts) vs Laudna (Critical Role)

Michael Shelley/Michael Distortion (The Magnus Archives) vs Mae Borowski (Night in the Woods)

"Crazy" Jane (Doom Patrol) vs Raphael Hamato (Rise of the TMNT)

Lord Garmadon (Lego Ninjago) vs Alfendi Layton (Layton Brothers: Mystery Room)

Sora (Kingdom Hearts) vs Veyle (Fire Emblem Engage)

Eda Clawthorne (The Owl House) vs Cecil Palmer (Welcome to Night Vale)

Group C - Thursday, Feb 16, 2023

Oscar Pine (RWBY) vs Shallan Davar/Veil/Radiant (Stormlight Archive)

Shulk (Xenoblade Chronicles) vs Jeritza von Hrym (Fire Emblem Three Houses)

ENA (ENA webseries) vs Shigeo "Mob" Kageyama (Mob Psycho 100)

Kujou Hikari/Shiny Luminous (Futari wa Pretty Cure Max Heart) vs Mafuyu Asahina (Project Sekai)

Goldia die Heilige (Pocket Mirror) vs Madotsuki (Yume Nikki)

Gregory House (House MD) vs One-One (infinity Train)

Bruce Banner/The Hulk (Marvel) vs Garu/Karu (NU: Carnival)

Nagisa Shiota (Assassination Classroom) vs Tenma Tsukasa (Project Sekai)

Group D - Friday, Feb 17, 2023

Cloud Strife (Final Fantasy VII) vs Zenitsu Agatsuma (Demon Slayer)

Harvey Dent/Two-Face (DC) vs Homura Akemi (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)

Blitzwing/Icy/Hothead/Random (Transformers Animated) vs Kayano Mikoto (MILGRAM)

Mike/Chester/Svetlana/Vito/Manitoba/Mal (Total Drama) vs Bruce Wayne/Batman (DC)

Sayo Yasuda (Umineko No Naku Koro Ni) vs Nandor the Relentless (What we do in the Shadows)

Jackson Jekyll/Holt Hyde (Monster High) vs Ingo (Pokemon)

Punch/Counterpunch (Transformers) vs Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Chara Dreemurr (Undertale) vs Ash Williams (Evil Dead)

Thank you SO MUCH for everyone who submitted these lovely characters, I wish them all the best of luck!!! See youse all tomorrow~

#I have been working on this for over 5 hours straight omgggg XD #dissociation swag competition #polls #tournament #tumblr tournament #I believe I got everything and covered full names+systems+medias and whatnot... #If i didnt... ill fix it tomorrow JBJEBSFKJSDBGJKSDB im exhausted XD #My heart goes out to Blitzwing even though I doubt he'll win but I care for him and that's all that matters <3

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

Ok, so, this is probably ridiculous, and I can't believe I have a House of the Dragon theory before it even airs (I can barely believe I have a HOTD theory at all), but...

Since the release of The Princess and the Queen in 2013, and through everything published about the Dance of the Dragons since then (TRP, TWOIAF, F&B), it's known that Daemon and Aemond Targaryen have a lot of parallels. Besides the most obvious point of their names (just move the D, lol), they're both hotheaded, vengeful, kinslayers, brutal and ruthless, excellent swordsmen, more martial and physically active than their kingly older brother who they were nevertheless devoted to... culminating in their final showdown in the Battle Over the Gods Eye, the aging older model vs the would-be "new hotness". Though a major difference is that fandom tends to treat Aemond as far more of a pretentious wannabe, a bad Xerox copy with his marysueish sapphire eye and ooh so hardcore dialogue, generally disliked while Daemon is beloved (or at least opinions are far more split), the Darkstar to his Oberyn.

As for HOTD -- though we have yet to see how normie fandom and newbies will react to these two characters once they both start doing their thing, one thing I've noticed from the trailers is that most new people just cannot tell them apart. I have a friend (with no interest in ASOIAF but who's seen the ads multiple times during his shows) who thought Aemond was Matt Smith in an eyepatch. And Matt and Ewan Mitchell do look remarkably and surprisingly alike.

That same flat square jaw from the front but cut cheekbones from the side, similar noses and lips, even when in costume the same lack of eyebrows for goodness sake... Well, maybe this is just highly similar Targaryen wigs and makeup, maybe it's just good casting, following the evident show-Targaryen family look. Maybe the showrunners just chose a young actor who looks a bit like Matt Smith and costumed him similarly as a way to hammer home the parallels between the characters. But. What if this casting and costuming means something... more?

We know that one of the in-world text sources of the Dance is the scurrilous Testimony of Mushroom, which claimed that Alicent was no virgin when married, having previously slept with Viserys and even senile King Jaehaerys (which I most thoroughly doubt, that's just Mushroom's typical slander). We know that Otto Hightower detested Daemon, all the sources concurring, if no reason given except perhaps "Lord Flea Bottom"'s known behavior. We know that per interviews etc, in the show Daemon is said to have a complex relationship with his brother Viserys, loving yet jealous. We know that, well, HBO is HBO, as bad as Mushroom, and loves to add sexy scandalous scenes for water-cooler and social media buzz, even if they're claiming it won't be so bad and blatant as GOT with HOTD. So... what if, in the show, there's some kind of... incident, between Daemon and Alicent, a seduction or maybe, um, not the greatest level of consent, and then a little bit of time and Alicent tells Viserys she's pregnant again? Perhaps there won't be anything overt, nothing ever said, just implied via nasty looks and snatches of dialogue... but what if? There's no Maury Povich or DNA testing in Westeros...

Mind you, a big flaw in this theory is that in the books, Daemon was absent from court from late 105 to 111 AC, either on Dragonstone or in the Stepstones, and Aemond was born in 110 AC. But we already know that HOTD's adaptation is playing a bit with timelines, making Alicent and Rhaenyra about the same age whereas Alicent was 9 years older in the books. We don't yet know how they might tweak the ages of their children -- though from the trailers and behind-the-scenes videos, Aemond seems to be far closer to the ages of Jacaerys and Lucerys (in the Vhagar incident scenes they all look 10-12-ish, rather than 10, 6, and 5, and the actors are 12, 13, and 8). And imagine-- the parallels (not just between Daemon and Aemond, but Alicent and Rhaenyra), the greek tragedy levels of irony... it would be amazing.

So. I suppose we'll see. This could be completely crack, based on nothing more than the somewhat similar appearances of actors cast as uncle and nephew. But if it does go down that way, if show-Daemon has a son he could never ever acknowledge... don't say I didn't warn you.

#house of the dragon #hotd #aemond targaryen #daemon targaryen #matt smith #ewan mitchell #the dance of the dragons #house targaryen #asoiaf #asoiaf parallels #hotd theories #hotd spoilers #hot d indeed #i might be crazy (i'm definitely a bit crazy for posting this) but what if i'm not #also this theory has been peer-reviewed by an asoiaf history podcaster and the world's greatest daemon stan and they think it might be true #so... #always sunny conspiracy meme.jpg #viserys: you are not the father!

[unknownfaceless-ds9]

Tysess headcanons

(mentioned some or referenced some in my story, but still gonna keep them here)

I answered a question lately, in this post and got some more ideas, so I wrote some more and elaborated on some of them.

He's a soft lover:

 I'm sorry, but he is. As stubborn and stoic and stern he can be and has quick tempered he definetly will be, he melts around his s/o and will do anything for them. Anything. Either in the andorian way, or any other way, whatever is more comfortable for them.

 However duty is duty and duty comes first. He struggles a bit at first but he'll get the hang of it

On duty he tries to treat them as he does with everybody else, though there are those small subtle things like brief touch against the small of their back or fingers brushing against each other or just the smallest flick of his antennae…. You know what I mean

He is sometimes a bit hotheaded though he tries to keep it at bay, however he would never slash out on hi s/o. If he ever would, he would apologise profoundly and would feel guilty for weeks

He’s also a bit traditional. Not in the sense that he would enforce gender roles on his s/o, however he would do the classical things like, holding the door open, pay (if it’s a planet where he can) fort he fodd, ask for parents‘ permission for hand in marriage etc. etc.

(Though he would definetely declare ushaan if somebody, especially an andorian, disrespects his s/o. And he'll win)

Tysess trained himself to keep his antennae mostly still, because 1) it does confuse his coworkers and 2) he doesn’t like others knowing directly how he feels

He enjoys cooking:

He may not be a chef but cooking gives him the relaxation he needs after an exhausting day. And it's really good, like, Pike-level good.

In a relationship he would mostly likely be the one to cook. However, offer to cook with him and his heart is basically yours

In Starfleet academy he managed to somehow make a wonderful and mean meal from those tiny, weak student kitchens. Nobody knows why. However his entire floor tried to stay in his good grades

Speaking of Starfleet:

He prefered to keep to himself. He’s a bit of an introvert and is very good at pushing people away. Yet, as soon as you managed to befriend him, that man would die for you. Literally.

Like Picard for example was in the Science division before he switched to commando, I like to believe that Tysess was a security officer. I made a post about his stance in one frame and that just confirmed this with me. Along with another aspect, I’m gonna adress below. 

Tysess struggled to connect to his fellow students, especially since he was one oft he few andorians in the fleet. He made some friends, however that’s just mostly because they were stubborn and decided to befriend that grumpy, blue man

Tysess is a really good singer. If he hadn't joined Starfleet you maybe would've been able to see him on the andorian Broadway.

He was part oft he andorian military[or at least the equivalent o fit]:

I don’t know how military/ task force etc. works on Andoria, that’s not my expertise

However I’d like tot hink that he comes from a family that’s been working in the „army“ for generations.

Tysess knew, that both his sister and his brother did not want to be there, so he kind of sacrificed himself top lease his family. After he few years he realised however that he really didn’t like this life for himself, and, after getting his family’s support, he joined Starfleet

Still, those years left some marks on him (physically and psychologically)

He has a weird enemies-to-friends relationship with Noum. They don’t like each other at all (which is partly due tot he andorian/tellarite relationships) however if there’s gossip, those two bicker faster than you can say „Engage“

He's on the ace spectrum:

Though I depicted him more as sex-repulsed asexual in my story „Body Language“, I more likely headcanon him different. This just fit the story better

I think, Tysess is a demisexual, with a very low libido and sex drive, maybe mixed with a bit of graysexual?

Like, he only is capable to expirience sexual attraction towards people he has a close emotional connection to, but even then it’s rarely

He is not on the arospec, yet it is still difficult for him to fall in love. Mostly because of personal issues

[btw got the idea from the lovely @zierzim]

He was a crew member of the Voyager when she got lost

This actually started off as a joke and „crack idea“ however the more I thought about it, the more I liked it, so I’m keeping it.

I already gave my ideas about it on this post

That's it for now. Feel free to add something :)

#star trek #star trek headcanons #headcanons #star trek prodigy #star trek pro #tysess #commander tysess #tysess star trek #tysess prodigy #tysess pro #andorians

[verboselocket38]

I have like my own lore for Loonatics and wanted to rewrite many aspects of the show since in my opinion as much as I like this show its kinda mid in most aspects so I wanted to rewrite it because there was so much missed potential.

These are the Everyday outfits for the Loonatics, kinda found it weird that they are always in their superhero uniforms 95% of the show's runtime.

So I wont go over EVERYTHING since idk I might make comic panels of this but I will go over the major things. Also this is probably going to make no sense since I cannot use words properly lmao

In this Universe I made it so where the Looney Toons were like very popular celebrities at their time and became popular historical figures of a sort. They were real actors of the entertainment industry and the characters they played and the people they were have been remembered ever since. The descendants of the toons are aware of their bloodline because people never really shut up about it (I will think of a better way, this is just the first things that popped in my mind)

I will make it so there is SOME Looney aspects to the show like cartoon logic and make it like, idk genetic? Kinda hard to explain but basically in this version the Looney Toon's cartoons had stayed alive for generations and have been classics for centuries (probably going to change this)

I made Ace and Lexi siblings, the wiki said that Ace was Bug's descendant and Lexi was Lola's descendant, but the two were not related in any way. That kinda implies at some point Bugs and Lola didnt get together so I changed that. Ace is more of a rebel hothead who is most of the time usually grumpy but has some sense of humor, while Lexi is more responsible and empathetic despite her being younger than her brother. (I have more to them just not going to put it here now)

I made Danger a girl. @drakepad-luv-2000 made a point that the Loonatics are the Descendants and not the Carbon Copies of the OG Looney Toons. In my version she was put up for adoption like in the original, but she left around the age of 12 to do street jobs and volunteer work. She spent some of her money on old archived Looney Toons cartoons, with Daffy being her favorite for some reason because "She found him Funny and wanted to be just like him". I designed most of her clothes as callbacks to Daffy.

uhhhh..... I tried to figure out the canonical ages to the Loonatics but every source I tried to find were headcannons, except Wikipedia which stated they were teens so I will go with that.

Thats it for now, Will defiantly change some stuff up cuz I need to rethink some stuff over, uh yeah

#loonatics unleashed #loonatics fanart #ace bunny #lexi bunny #danger duck #looney tunes #looney toons #art #warner bros #loonatics rewrite

[deanbane]

happiest birthday to our favourite hothead of a brother; Portgas D. ace!!!

#portgas d ace #one piece #ace sabo luffy

[spacepiratenemo]

I care about you, Cheeks! - Fanfic corresponding Comic

#ocinteraction

During their visit to Fishman Island, the hotheaded pirates soaked up every moment together, reveling in each other's company. Laughter echoed through the air as Ace shared the island's rich history, while also introducing Nemo to local cuisine. He taught her the art of devouring 100 seaweed candies in under 30 seconds! Priceless knowledge for this feisty lunarian!

Strolling through the markets, they got separated, or more accurately, Nemo stumbled upon something scientifically intriguing—a seashell creating enchanting melodies. At the same vendor's stall, a colossal figure made a purchase, and when he asked Nemo to move, she cursed, letting the stranger know exactly what was on her mind. Unbeknownst to her, this man was the leader of the Sharktide Pirate Crew, a band of fierce fishmen and women known for their strength and rising bounties. Rumors swirled that they were poised to become a dangerous force to deal with. 

When the pirate demanded an apology, Nemo's defiance only fueled the flames, leading to a heated confrontation. As the situation turned violent, Nemo found herself hoisted into the air, her guns drawn, ready to fire, aimed to extricate herself from the perilous encounter. However, when Ace finally arrived on the scene and recognized the formidable pirate she was up against, he saw the situation differently. Swiftly intervening, he incapacitated the assailant, sending him crashing to the ground.

Worriedly, he turned to Nemo, his heart pounding in his chest. What if something had happened to her? What if he had failed to protect the girl who had become more than just his best friend?

“I'm so relieved, you have no idea! Are you crazy?! Do you even know who that was, Cheeks? It was no joke!” His voice trembled with the concern he felt, its sincerity undeniable. "The hell?! I had it under control, Firecracker! Seriously, why do you always have to be such a showoff, huh?" But Nemo wasn't in the mood to listen, setting the stage for the argument captured in these pictures...

Author’s/Artist’s Note: Please be aware that this argument and scene have been condensed and contain less detail than it would in the full story. The original scene delves deeper, offering more insights into the characters' emotions and thought processes, as well as a much more heated argument that would stretch a few slides. *thank you for considering this* 

The underlying issue stems from Nemo's reluctance to be treated delicately. She desires Ace's friendship based on a mutual recognition of their combat abilities, rather than him assuming a protective role as if he were her “damn babysitter”. This sentiment extends to the rest of the Crew as well. This desire gains further complexity if one considers the years of her big brother Alliqui babying her simply to annoy and irk her. It made her mad! On one occasion, Pops forbade her from fighting, not out of ill will, but stemming from genuine concern, given the government's likely surveillance of the lunarian. Given the events that transpired, his worries were not unfounded but rather quite reasonable. The brat, however, continued to give Pops a pouty face for an entire week following this incident. 

Nevertheless, Nemo was determined to demonstrate her prowess as a fighter, a sentiment that resonated with Ace on a personal level, emphasising his understanding of her drive. Therefore, she tended to overestimate herself, at times intentionally provoking conflicts to showcase her skills. She saw herself as more than just a mechanic. Conversely, her understanding of the Blue World and its laws was limited, rendering her unfamiliar with the perils of this environment, while Ace, being born in this Blue World, was well-versed in them. She detested the notion of appearing weak or dispensable, a perception that was far from accurate. If she had only listened instead of reacting with frustration, she would have recognized the unnecessary nature of her hot tempered actions. The Crew was well aware of her combat capabilities, but they sought to dissuade her from engaging in unnecessary confrontations fueled by a need to prove herself. 

#onepiece #onepieceoc #acexnemo #portgasdace #portgasdacexoc #onepieceart #fanfic #animeart #animefanart #fanart #fandomart

[an-au-blog]

One Piece warrior cats au because yes

The Straw Hats + some of their allies' equivalents are all chosen by StarClan to be part of the long-lost clan SunClan (basically SkyClan with a few extra steps). Some are from the four Clans: ThunderClan, ShadowClan, RiverClan and WindClan (the only thing that connects these incarnations of the Clans to their book counterparts are their names as no cats from Warriors canon appear in them and this AU is set in North America), while others are former loners, rogues or kittypets.

Luffy: Strawprance/Strawstar: A short but fluffy bright red-orange tabby with big brown eyes and a scar under his left eye from when he got into a skirmish as an apprentice. Originally of ThunderClan. His father is the rogue Gust (Dragon), a black ghost tabby and the leader of a rogue group that wants to bring a new era to the Clans. Gust's mate brought their kit to ThunderClan since they couldn't raise him, and Strawkit was raised alongside his adoptive brothers by Bearleaf (Dadan). Gust used to live in ThunderClan, but left because of a tyrannical leader and his influence on the cats of ThunderClan. However, Gust's father Coyotebite (Garp), a grayish-brown ticked tabby, still resides in ThunderClan. Strawstar is energetic, stubborn and somewhat childish, which has led to some cats doubting his ability to lead SunClan. However, Strawstar is extremely devoted to his Clanmates and often asks outsiders to join SunClan.

Zoro: Mosstiger: The deputy of SunClan, Mosstiger is a large, muscular dark brown tabby with one eye scarred shut (yes i know but in what universe would zoro's warrior cat counterpart NOT be a tigerstar clone). He was originally a rogue named Moss who hung out around ShadowClan's territory a lot, and when he was apprentice-aged, he used to have a rival in the form of ShadowClan apprentice Stoatpaw (Kuina), a gray-and-white she-cat. One day, Stoatpaw went out on a patrol by herself, tumbled down the side of a cliff and died from her injuries. From this day, Moss swore to get stronger for her sake. Strawstar saved him from being taken by Twolegs, and the two became close friends (although Mosstiger doesn't consider Strawstar his friend, even if he would die for him.) Fun fact: Mosstiger doesn't believe in StarClan. He considers it all a bunch of kits' tales told to keep cats in check.

Law: Snowspot: Snowspot, a white cat with black patches all over his body, is the medicine cat of SunClan. He hails from RiverClan and used to be a warrior apprentice, training under Nightswan (Corazon), a long-haired solid black cat. However, Nightswan was murdered by his brother, Gooseflower (Doffy), a lilac tabby, who was exiled for murdering several other cats before, including Snowspot's parents. Snowspot then decided to become a medicine cat apprentice so he could be able to speak with StarClan cats like Nightswan.

Ace: Pantherstone: Pantherstone is a black-and-white cat with faint rosette markings. His father was the notorious rogue Lion (Roger), who was also a black-and-white cat and was feared among the Clans for ransacking and attacking camps. Pantherstone gets his rosette markings from his mother Poppy (Rouge), who died while kitting Pantherstone and his two littermates, who both ended up dying. A ThunderClan patrol ended up finding Pantherkit and bringing him to the clan. He was very hotheaded and temperamental as a kit and young apprentice, often bullying his adoptive brother Strawstar for being whiny. However, after the disappearance of Blazewing, he calmed down and became more responsible. His mentor originally was Coyotebite, but after he told the entire clan Pantherpaw was Lion's kit and caused the poor apprentice to get endlessly bullied, the leader changed Pantherpaw's mentor to Cloudwhisker (Whitebeard).

Sabo: Blazewing: Blazewing is a purebred Russian Blue who once belonged to a rich breeder that only cared about his looks. He ended up running away and joining ThunderClan after befriending Pantherkit. However, when he was an apprentice and nearing his warrior ceremony, he went out on a solo patrol, only for a forest fire to rip through the territory. Blazewing was never seen again and presumed dead by the Clan, but in actuality Gust found him and brought him back to his rogue group, who nursed him back to health and offered him a place to stay. However, Blazewing didn't remember a thing except for his name.

Sanji: Goatfoot: Goatfoot is a golden-yellow cat with black back legs. He is one of the most skilled hunters in the Clans and never uses his teeth in battle with another cat, only to hunt. He also has a very prominent weakness towards she-cats (and possibly Mosstiger too). He was originally from RiverClan, and ran away with his older sister Salmontail to join ThunderClan to escape his cruel father and littermates.

Chopper: Antlerpaw: SunClan's medicine cat apprentice is Antlerpaw, a small brown-and-white cat. He used to be a loner, and was the runt of his litter. His parents left him to die, when he was found by two loners: Sparrow (Hiriluk), a light brown mottled cat, and Foxglove (Kureha), a gray tabby. Sparrow and Foxglove taught Antler about medicine and conversing with StarClan, but Sparrow ended up dying after eating a poisonous mushroom he thought could be a panacea.

Anyways, I don't want this to get too long, so maybe I'll do a part 2 soon

I know literally nothing about warrior cats, other than they are cats and also warriors. I watched like... two animatics when I was around 10, got confused about what was happening and that was it.

I'm still posting if anyone is interested :))

#warrior cats au #one piece au #op #answers

[targcrazies]

TLWOTO- CH 2

Summary: It is 104 AC, a year since King Viserys ascended the Iron Throne. His younger brother, Prince Daemon, has just been widowed. Seeing an opportunity to build a profitable alliance, Lord Bartalos of the Reach, one of the few High Valyrian lords residing in Westeros, has proposed marriage of the Prince to Maera Bartalos, his older daughter. His son and heir to Highgarden, Myles Bartalos, is to join the City Watch.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9

CHAPTER 2

warnings: incest

Maera found herself draped in one of the most beautiful and expensive gowns she had ever worn. The skirt and bell-shaped sleeves were made of black silk, soft to the touch. The bodice, however, was made of red muslin. Strands of her long silver hair were plucked at the back of her head with the hairpin, her ears adorned with earrings shaped like their last tamed dragon, Gaelithox, before the doom. On her neck gleamed the large red ruby of her mother, her fingers adorned with rings of precious stones. Her eyes were streaked with kohl, her cheeks muddied with red balm. She looked the part her father wanted to marry her into.

She was being escorted by two other of her ladies alongside Trysta, following closely behind her brother. Before they could enter the great hall, their mother, Lady Bartalos ran toward them. She took hold of both her children and detoured them to the throne room.

“Your father won’t let you meet the Prince.” she announced quietly, “She finds the Prince’s demand utterly unreasonable, saying that you will meet him only when you are due to.”

Myles looked at his mother, his eyebrows furrowed, “Can he do that?”

“Myles, you know him, he’s hotheaded. We cannot-”

“Mother, it has not been long since Father had gathered our troops to rush King’s Landing in support of Laenor Velaryon. We cannot treat the Prince in anger, we will only endanger ourselves further.” Maera reasoned with her Mother when she could not reach her Father, hoping the words travel through, “The apology we have received has been considered an act of mercy, for the Prince despises Father, and in extension, us.”

“I know, dear… if you wish to see him, I can make it seem like we are acting on your behalf and not our own. That is the only way your Father could possibly find it within himself to let him see you. Shall I tell him that you wish to see him?”

“Perhaps,” Maera looked away from her mother’s gaze, “I did take my time to prepare in haste.”

“Son, why don’t you come with me, and we can tell your Father together?” Myles took note of his mother’s harried nerves and took her arms. As he walked off with her, he looked back at his sister over his shoulder, nodding reassuringly.

Maera walked around the throne room for a bit, contemplating possible scenarios. She quietly exited the room, telling Trysta that she wanted to take a walk in the garden, gather her thoughts and calm her nerves. She could hear her parents’ murmurs but chose not to pay any heed to them. It was for them that she felt so restless, she’d rather avoid confronting her father altogether than lash out at him for the first thing he could possibly say wrongfully. She slowed her pace when she finally reached the garden, meandering around the trees and flowerbeds. The sun shone bright and strong, scorching hot. She thanked the Seven for her sleeves that allowed air to flow through to her better.

She picked up a rose that had fallen onto her path, leaning carefully against one of the larger trees. She could not help wondering what took them so long to make a decision and was contemplating walking back to the throne room to have some information before she felt two light taps on her right shoulder. She did not know what she was expecting when she turned around, but she felt her breath get stuck in her throat when she finally saw him.

She had never met him, but it was evident in how he assumed the ground beneath him, as if he was the God of it. He was not necessarily, significantly taller than her, but he stood with such command that he overwhelmed her presence. His hair fell on his shoulders, his bright purple eyes were set down on her. She stared up at him, agape.

“Pleased to make your acquaintance, Lady Bartalos. I did not imagine you’d make your way here.”

“Your Grace,” she caught hold of herself soon enough, taking several steps backward and curtseying appropriately, “I cannot see you unchaperoned, may we walk back to the Great Hall and converse in the presence of everyone?”

He tutted his tongue and shook his head, his hands folded behind him neatly as he closed the gap between them, “Have you learned no manners, young lady? You’re supposed to greet me, ask me how my journey was, pray that I am comfortable, and extend courtesies.”

She wanted to apologise and rush back to her brother, but he interrupted, “You must be glad that I chose to stroll through your garden instead of letting Caraxes whisk me away back to King’s Landing, given your father’s disrespect and maltreatment of a guest, a royal guest. This betrothal could fall through easily, like sand through fingers, my lady.” he reprimanded with the amusement of a father disciplining his only child for the first time ever,

“I apologise, your grace, for the misapprehension of propositions. My Father must have meant that I could not be made ready for an audience on such short notice, given I was only expecting to see you in more than two weeks, no sooner.” She began dutifully, “But again, your grace, I believe you are in the right to request a meeting with your betrothed as you have chosen to take essential time out of your princely duties to pay us a visit, for which we are greatly humbled and thankful. Please, do not mind the words of my Father, he has the energy and enthusiasm of a Valyrian lord, you must know.”

He watched her as she swallowed, “You’re seventeen, yes? Only a year older than when I got married.”

“Yes, your Grace.”

“You are sharp for a seventeen-year-old,” he remarked as his eyes slid over her form. “Would you like us to walk back to your parents?”

Before Maera could formulate an answer, her eyes found Myles running into the garden toward them. From afar, she could tell that he was not pleased with what he saw, his jaw tight. “Ah, there’s your chaperon!” Daemon mused as Myles stopped beside his sister. He let the comment pass, curtseying.

“Your Grace,” he started, “We are honoured by your presence. It is so kind of you to pay us a visit.”

“You’re too nice, Ser Bartalos. And you look too young, you haven’t even grown a beard yet. Could you possibly sack the city of its burglars, thieves, rapers, and killers?” the corner of his lips drew upward as he eyes the boy with incredulous disposition.

“Your Grace, I am a knight, I have faith in my skills and my strength.” Myles affirmed as he looked the Prince in the eyes.

“Winning tourneys is glorious, yes, but the labour of City Watch is arduous, it’s callous and demanding. What you mention is the least of my expectations. I shall make the most of it, by the King’s orders.” Daemon eyed both the siblings closely, his voice then less stern as he remarked, “You both look so alike, almost like twins.” Then, almost exclusively to Myles, he chirped, “Could you kindly tell your sister that the betrothal has not happened yet? I am here to ensure that Lady Bartalos does not have to travel twenty hours for nothing.”

Maera’s mouth fell open, “But, the King approved-”

“But, it is not the King who is marrying, is it? It is I, if I choose not to not like you, my Lady, then we won’t be moving forward with the betrothal.”

As the damage had already been done and the Prince and the young Lady had met, it would be wise to just let them converse chaperoned. Maera was instructed to sit opposite the Prince during lunch, with her ladies on either side. Her brother sat on the other side insistently, saying it was to show support. The Prince enquired about her education; she was well-read in history, philosophy, and Valyrian and Westerosi texts and literature. She spoke both languages fluently. She was also taught geometry and algebra, finding the latter tedious. She played the harp and danced well, and was an excellent tailor.

“Do you know how to handle a sword, my Lady?”

“Not quite, your Grace. My father thought it to be inappropriate for women to take up sword fighting. My brother has taught me, albeit very little.”

“Would you call yourself religious, my Lady?”

“Of course, the Mother bless us all.” She lied, she did not understand the dominance of the Seven in the lands and neither saw much merit in religious offerings. Her brother, despite being a skeptic, was more religious at heart than she was.

He scoffed at her, taking a sip of his wine, choosing to engage in further conversation with her brother regarding his sword skills, what changes Myles thought the City Watch needed to bring about, and if he had any innovative ploys for the betterment of the City Watch. In less than four weeks, her brother was to become one of the King’s commanders and a member of the City Watch. Soon enough, Laena Velaryon would also grow and be wed to her brother. She gripped her butter knife to exert some of the energy elsewhere, her eyes staring holes in her meal. The conversation concerning Myles’s betrothal was also brought up, to which Lord Velaryon happily added his delight at such a fruitful alliance. The Prince was quick to offer further backhanded appraisals regarding Myles, much of which Myles shrugged off with imminent grace.

After they were done supping, Maera was instructed to give the Prince a tour of Highgarden; the Godswood, the Library, the glass garden, the grand sept; of course, chaperoned. Myles intended to assist them, too, to which the Prince sneered and pointed out that Myles seemed to not have much to do apart from escorting his sister from here to there. It was only after Myles left that he acknowledged that it was not unusual for a brother to be protective of his sister. The tour began at the glass garden, progressing to the Godswood. The Prince took his time in the library, finding Valyrian texts that Daera the Deserter had brought with her when she left Lys. The tour ended abruptly then, the Prince announcing that he wanted to speak to Maera in private, unchaperoned.

Maera looked back at her ladies, asking them to wait outside for a moment. Her instruction was stern and they slipped away without raising a noise. “Your Grace,” she turned to face the Prince, her back straight and her chin high.

“My Lady, you are a wonderful woman. But, I am afraid I cannot marry you.” The Prince standing before was known, and rightfully so, for being proud and haughty. However, then he seemed calm and almost deferred.

“Oh…” Maera wondered how her father would react to the news. Much was lying on her shoulders for easing the waters rising between the two houses. Even though her brother’s joining the City Watch would certainly help diminish some of the tensions, marriage would have been the most strategic alliance to bind their families.

“You must take no offense, my Lady. Despite your father’s insolence and- what many might call- treason, you are a High Valyrian family, essential for the cultural sustenance in the West here. However, I really hated my wife, earnestly, until the moment she passed. She was dull and I cannot bear boredom for even a second. You must make the perfect bride for some other high Lord, yes, but you and I won’t be happy.” He explained duly. Uncharacteristic of what was considered to be purely princely, he cocked his head downward, “I apologise, I know much preparation was taken on your part.”

Maera quietly contemplated the consequences of this outcome. Her father’s rage, her mother’s sheer disappointment, her brother’s fear of impending disintegration, her rushed marriage to one of her coddled cousins whose only achievement was being a minor member of the Bartalos house. She would only ever be Lady Bartalos, daughter and sister of the Lord Paramount of the Mander. Her son would inherit a small scrap of land, perhaps in Bandallon, and she and her children would die insignificant in history. Her father wouldn’t write to her, leaving behind any historical record of her existence at length. A hundred years from now, her name would remain unrecorded, and she would only be referred to as the nameless older daughter of Baenar the Rebel, whose attempts of marrying his daughter to the Rogue Prince remained only trite.

Daemon took note of the conflict on her face, apologising again, “I know that your father must have expected you to be the peacemaker for the conflict. I would like to extend a separate invitation to you in this regard,” he placed a conciliatory hand on her arm, “please, come to King's Landing as a lady-in-waiting and tutor to Princess Rhaenyra, the King’s only child. Do you speak the Valyrian tongue?” he only asked the question in her mother tongue, and she replied in affirmative. “My Lady, then you needn’t worry. I shall talk to your parents tomorrow, ease to them the news, masquerading it as my choosing to abstain from marriage for solely religious and military reasons. I shall extend the invitation in grace to the Lord and Lady Bartalos, my Lady. You may even bring your Septa with you!”

Maera felt genuine relief wash over her, she took the Prince’s hand and kissed the back of it, “I thank you most cordially, your Grace, for the unsurmountable favour.” she looked at the Prince with a smile of solidarity, “I must invite the ladies back inside.”

Maera showed the Prince his quarter at the Guest House. Lord Velaryon was put in the second largest suite, while the Prince was stationed at the grandest. The bed was covered in feathers, the heavy silk curtains light to the touch yet perfectly capable of blocking in the early morning light. The bassinet was ornate and the cupboard space was abundant.

“I shall give you a tour of the Main Keep tomorrow morning, your Grace. It’s the eastern hold that you perhaps can see from the windows here. The sun peeks first into my room when it begins to rise.” Maera informed. The Prince informed her that he would like to take his dinner in his quarter, as he was tired and would like to be spared from the exchange of pleasantries. Maera promised the Prince that she will pass the news to her father so that he takes no offense.

Once spared from the tenuous ordeal, she excused her ladies to their dismay, and ran to the garden. Maera usually takes a walk with Myles as the sun sets, starting from one end of the garden to the other. She found him dawdling all by himself when he saw her, closing the distance with a few steps.

“Brother, guess what,” she began in unconcealed joy, “the Prince won’t marry me!”

She saw her brother’s face fall, “What?” Maera immediately realised that the news should have been broken differently.

“He said that he couldn’t marry me, but he extended to me an invitation to become a tutor to the Princess Rhaenyra of sorts. This way, I could get into an advantageous marriage. The Princess’s grace will definitely make for a diplomatic alliance and put us in favour with the court. He will tell Father in the morn and he said he will be careful to make it sound like a deal just as advantageous!”

Her brother was yet to understand her delight over the change of circumstances, “But sister, you were to marry the Prince. If he were to become an heir, which he shall, you would be a Princess of the realm.”

Maera felt her smile falter, “Yes, I am aware. But, I won’t have to marry the Prince. I won’t have to marry anytime soon. You cannot marry within the next three years, considering that Lord Velaryon’s daughter is still too young. We will have a few more years to ourselves, at the court, without any intervention.” She knew that her voice was mired in desperation, her eyes languishing, looking for a sign of conciliation or relief in her brother’s face. She found none of it.

“A few more years, and then what, Maera?” he inquired, “I will marry Laena, inherit Highgarden, and bring her here with me. Then, what of you? Who shall you marry?”

Maera’s neck felt hot and damp, “Myles, what do you want me to do?” she took a step closer to her brother, “I cannot change anything here. The Prince desires to not marry me, but he knows that my being in court will benefit me, us. What do you wish I had done?”

Myles looked around, his lip curled downward in disgruntled conflict, “You’re a beautiful woman, Maera. And the Prince is known for being… bawdy and lascivious.”

Maera felt her eyes sting with angry tears, “So you wish I had stripped down before him and let him have his way with me in the library?”

“You mustn’t word it this way.” Myles could not bring himself to look her in the eye.

“Oh, but you must mean so.” She spat bitterly, “I had really expected you to be happy about this, for I was. How foolish it was of me to think that you could possibly put your own happiness over that of the House, how foolish of me it was to expect such valiance from you.”

Myles looked behind her, as the sun made its way beneath the clouds. Streaks of its shine bled through the clouds, and he wondered how opportune a situation it would have been to alleviate the tensions hadn’t they been so grave. Before Myles could bring himself to say anything at all, Maera exited the garden in anger. Her hands were closed in tight fists as she finally let her tears through, her teeth grinding and her shoulders tense. Her chest heaved as she breathed through the cold wind that had begun to replace the unbearable heat of the noon, her arms cold and her sweat dry and sticky. She walked on and did not look back at her brother, despite knowing that he was following behind wordlessly, hoping that she would look back and find his unfailingly apologetic, remorseful face. He knew it could break her, and so did she.

Daemon watched from the balcony as she quickened her pace from a jog to a run, escaping her brother’s hope of a quick reconciliation.

#daemon targaryen smut #house of the dragon #game of thrones #daemon targaryen fanfic #hotd fanfic #daemon targaryen x oc #house of the dragon fanfic #viserys targaryen #aemma arryn #rhaenyra targaryen #corlys velaryon #laena velaryon #laenor velaryon #rhaenys targaryen #daemon targaryen

[mt10lt20]

Pilots don't get to pick their call sign. They'd usually get assigned one by their squadron mates based on some embarrassing incident or character quirk which they would initially hate but eventually grow into. HC on how the AC pilots got their call signs:

- Trigger: A quirky hothead. Easily 'Triggered' in battle. Fired guns instead of dummy missiles during a training flight and the name stuck.

- Count: Canon that he got his callsign when trying to convince people that he is connected to royalty.

- Cipher: Flew under a different call sign when in the Sapin air force but got his current one upon joining the mercenaries (wiping old IDs clean). Started off with a heavy Sapin accent and had to be "deciphered" over radio a few times.

- Pixy: Like Cipher, got his current call sign when starting clean with the mercenaries and after landing successfully with only one wing. A reference to a popular Belkan fairy tale where a Pixy escapes from a life-and-death-situation even after getting one of its wings plucked out. Belka is basically Germany and if you read Brothers Grimm, their fairy tales involve burning people alive in ovens and cutting off hands.

#ace combat #ace combat 7 #ace combat zero #Trigger #Count #Cipher #Solo wing Pixy #Trigger's theory: source - reddit #Pixy is not allowed to tell bedtime stories to kids cos they will get nightmares

[ruinconstellation]

Assembled recent fic recs

KinnPorsche: The Series

reignite by lusn. 2.3k oneshot, post-canon Nampheung POV. Rating: T, no warnings.

Namphueng has been endlessly dreaming. She can only tell because for the first time in years, she might finally be awake.

on the rocks by DasWarSchonKaputt. 16k wip (currently 1/7 chapters), KinnPorscheTay starting pre-canon. Rating: E, creator chose not to use archive warnings.

Tay finds the bar because he’s pissed, heart-broken, and sick of people recognising him when he’s trying to forget who he is.

checkmate by majestictortoise. 73k series wip (currently 5/8 planned works), romance and gen including three main canon pairings, set post-canon. Rating: M, no archive warnings apply.

"And I think," Pete said, "both you and Vegas think that your fathers succeeded with each other." He rolled his head to the side and smiled at Kinn. "But you're both wrong. And that's a good thing."

The Sandman (TV 2022)

and in the waking world we wait and want by qqueenofhades. 125k wip (currently 11/? chapters), pre-canon Dream/Hob, very historically focused. Rating: M, warning: graphic depictions of violence.

“Did I hear you say,” the pale stranger asks, “that you have no intention of ever dying?”

Hob Gadling shrugs. No point in denying it.

“Yeah.”

Original Work

The Beldam & the Baronet (Or, The Magician Debutante's Trials & Tribulations) by dwellingondreams. 77k wip (currently 18/? chapters), gen-focused with romance also, Victorian setting, magic and sorcery. Rating: G, no archive warnings apply.

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single woman in possession of a prodigious magical talent, must be in want of a husband.

Fox’s Tongue and Kirin’s Bone by MuffinLance. Long wip (currently 69/? chapters) not hosted on ao3, very gen-focused, dragons and doppelgangers. Rating: G or T, no archive warnings apply.

Humanity is dying, hunted to extinction by creatures of legend. One boy was born to save them all.

That boy just got knifed in the back. He looked a bit too much like Aaron, you see.

Now it’s Aaron’s job to step up, lest his Death correct that little mix-up. But Aaron’s skills as a street rat run more towards stealing and stabbing than towards saving. And the more he learns of what brought dear dead Markus to that fatal alleyway, the more he has to wonder just what the world’s savior was really up to the night the wrong boy died.

MDZS / The Untamed (TV)

Courage was my companion by Erisette. 127k, aro-ace JC/MianMian relationship in the middle years. 

Mianmian almost thought she’d gotten away with it with her dignity completely intact, until she found herself on the floor of her small room in tears because she didn’t have any outer robes that weren’t yellow.

cast your bitterness into the sea by Kilerkki. 62k wip (currently 9/12 chapters), Jiang Cheng x OC Wen sect leader. Rating: M, no archive warnings apply.

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single woman who has just overthrown her megalomaniac brother and taken control of his sect, must be in want of a husband.

Keep Track of Losing Days by giraffeter. 75k, modern wangxian, mystery. Rating: T, no archive warnings apply.

Lan Wangji is a police detective who's rapidly falling in love with his antifa activist neighbor, Wei Ying — until Wei Ying disappears, and Lan Wangji and his hotheaded partner, Nie Mingjue, are assigned the Missing Persons case. Now Lan Wangji is in a race against time to find a man who seems to have disappeared without a trace, while trying to keep his feelings a secret from everyone around him (and maybe, if he has time, convince his brother to break up with his creepy boyfriend and date Wangji's partner instead).

Wei Ying is mixed up in something dangerous. Lan Wangji is going to find him.

Naruto

ANBU Legacy by Kilerkki, Nezuko, saunterleftside, others. Fic-focused blog, main fic website for full access, as it is not yet all posted to ao3. Present ao3 wordcount is 500k, but total of entire story is at least twice or thrice that. Very gen-focused, also with romance. Main characters are Hatake Kakashi, Namiashi Raidou, Shiranui Genma, and OCs Tousaki Ryouma and Ueno Katsuko, and other canon and original characters later gaining prominence. Rating: E, graphic descriptions of violence.

Approximately four years after the Yondaime defeated the Kyuubi, watch the young men and women of ANBU, who take the vow to defend their Hokage and the village at all costs.

James Bond

Echoes from the Crossed Wires by TriffidsandCuckoos. 2.6k oneshot, various relationships, time-seeing Q. Rating: T, no archive warnings apply.

If he needs a label – and really, why should he, when he hardly intends to inform anybody of the fact – then a more appropriate one would be a time-viewer (or, as it can feel, a time-voyeur).

Good Omens

my words are growin' stronger, and my legs keep gettin' longer by weekend_conspiracy_theorist. 35k, post-canon trans Warlock Dowling, gen. Rating: T, no archive warnings apply.

Warlock Dowling is disillusioned with the magic of her childhood, uncomfortable in social situations, and skeptical of the existence of ghosts. 

Or: what's it like, to be the Chosen One but not to BE the Chosen One? (Especially when one is also eighteen, trans, a lesbian, and a witch.)

Harry Potter

Heal Thyself by astolat. 47k, post-canon healer Draco, drarry. Rating: T, no archive warnings apply.

"Are you going for the course?" Lovegood asked. "You have the NEWTs.”

“What course?” Draco said, then, “No, don’t be ridiculous,” when he realized she meant the notice pinned up on the board he’d been staring at: Applicants To The Introductory Mediwizard Course For The Coming Term Shall Present Themselves In The Chief Mediwizard’s Office By August 24th.

“Oh, I thought you might,” she said. “Well, goodbye.” And off she wandered again in her addled way.

BNHA

not all heroes wear capes by JoWithTheFlow. 38k series (main work complete), gen-focused with prior canon divergence. Rating: T, no archive warnings apply.

“I bullied another kid so much he jumped off the roof of our middle school,” Bakugou said, so suddenly that Shouto actually paused to look at him.

Shouto considered. There wasn’t really a good way to respond to a statement like that. That’s pretty horrible of you. Maybe you shouldn’t have done that. Why the hell would you care enough about another person to actually actively bully them? He decided on, “That’s pretty fucked up.”

Beyond the Broken Horizon by JoWithTheFlow. 239k wip (currently 44/? chapters), mainly gen-focused, Izuku as a Shiketsu student. Rating: T, warning: graphic depictions of violence.

About a week after that, All Might asked Izuku if he was aiming for the hero course at UA. The question was so sudden that Izuku nearly dropped a microwave on his toes.

The truth was, if All Might had asked him that a week ago, there would have only been one possible answer to that question. All Might had gone to UA, UA was the best, so Izuku was going to go there too, if he could. But things were a little different, now that he was going to receive All Might’s Quirk.

#fic recs #rec list #ruinconstellation recs #fanfic #bleargh the formatting has killed me #op #long post #ao3 #what i've been up to #schedj

[the-karter]

❝Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.

Name: Karter Baxter Age: 24 Species: witch Lives in: Downtown with his Unnamed sister Occupation: recently started a job in the town hall's financial department Affiliation: none

Family:

Amy Baxter - oldest sister - blog

Unnamed Baxter - older sister - wanted connection

Anthony Baxter - older brother - blog

Llewelyn Baxter - oldest brother - blog

Mother and father - NPC

Powers: his Greywood special power is amazing luck. He sometimes finds money randomly or items on the streets, meets people by chance when they can help him out, etc. He is not a competent witch, he knows the theory of it but has never practiced magic. He has photographic memory Hobbies: he enjoys everything. Playing instruments (can play guitar, violin, piano and drums), he also loves sports though he's out of shape currently (football, soccer, tennis, swimming, basketball), he loves reading books and walking around the city. He always has a backpack with random items in it in case he feels like doing something. His latest hobby was woodworking but he has currently left that to the side.

Since a young age, Karter was a rather hotheaded kid that wanted to do only what he desired. Of course, he did what he was told, he went to all the lessons he needed to, played any available sport, switching between them as napkins, and tried to keep his grades up, managing highest marks in most classes. But consistent is not something you could call him. Sure, he was smart enough to read his lessons once and remember details enough to ace exams and graduate high school with A-s, but how much he remembered those lessons was anyone’s guess. He played for the football team, the soccer team, the basketball team, swam and even tried out for tennis before asking from his parents to buy a piano, then a violin and then a guitar, even having a short stint with drums that were quickly thrown out due to the ruckus. And all these extra curriculums were enough to get him a full scholarship in Yale, promising to do better there when saying goodbye to his family.

In university Karter focused more on the parties and girls rather than on classes, experimenting with anything he could think of, deciding he might as well despite the long life ahead of him. He signed up for Humanities, before he moved to Finance… and then he moved to Management where he was persuaded to stick to he decided to get diversity through languages and so he signed up for different one throughout the four years there, leaving with some knowledge on French and on Ancient Greek, a few words in Latin, a string of Armenian sentences. You couldn’t say he was fluent, you couldn’t say he was a genius and knew them all… But he liked to pretend to know even less.

After using money he had saved up working throughout his university years and having managed to put aside most of the allowance his parents gave him while he was there, he went on a trip to Europe. Karter is now back in Greywood and enjoying irresponsible life to the fullest. For the short time he had been back he had caused a car accident, ruined a bachelor’s party and miss at least two family gathering. He started writing a book, telling his parents that was his passion before locking himself into his room and trying to remember his violin lessons, the typing machine he had purchased from an antique shop left somewhere under tons of paper on his desk. And then he had told his parents he would like to be a carpenter (maybe he has watched too many homestead videos online) and so he proclaimed he’s moving out and getting an apprenticeship. Sure, he does go home every once in a while and brings his clothes in the laundry as he had no desire to do it on his own after having done that while in university, sitting by communal laundry rooms and being bored to death. And he does drop by his sibling’s to grab dinner if they let him. And he did ditch his lessons in woodwork a few times. But he was sure that this would be the thing he would stick to and maybe even someday make his own company and hire others to do it and observe with knowledge. 

#karter #&& this is where the rich kids come to die

[my-muses-in-op]

Whitebeard telling dad jokes

Whitebeard: What did the ocean say to the beach?

Haruta: I don't know.

Whitebeard: Nothing. It just waved.

Whitebeard: Have you heard about the chocolate record player?

Thatch: No?

Whitebeard: It sounds pretty sweet.

Whitebeard: What has more letters than the alphabet?

Marco: I don't know, yoi.

Whitebeard: The post office!

Whitebeard: How do you make 7 even?

Izo: I ... You take one aside?

Whitebeard: Take away the s.

Whitebeard: Where do boats go when they're sick?

Ace: To the shipwright?

Whitebeard: To the boat doc.

#the world's strongest man (whitebeard) #the blue phoenix (marco) #dashing cook (thatch) #deadly flower (izo) #little gremlin (haruta) #hotheaded brother (ace) #dad jokes #the commanders aren't amused #and now ace will go around telling dad jokes to everyone #the crew will suffer from this for a while